julipy ha dicho: Are you still taking fic requests? As you might have noticed I have a soft spot for Alison/Helena (or Alison/Sarah) Could you write something involving Alison walking down a dark alley and finding someone there? :D hahaha if not, nevermind, I'm enjoying your minifics a lot! ;)
For you, I will write anything. (I’m always taking prompts, but it might take me a little while to get to them.)
It’s probably just her being paranoid (and it doesn’t help that a part of her that sounds worryingly like Sarah is chiming in with yeah, you’re being super paranoid), but Alison is almost sure there is a person in the alleyway behind her favourite grocery store. She shoulders her purse higher and fumbles for the pepper spray on her keys, but then the shadow moves into the sunlight, blonde hair lighting up like a halo.
Her face is all twisted apologies as Helena proffers the plastic shopping bag and, rather than offering any explanation for why she’s here, how she’s come to be here, or other vaulable questions, says, “I need help with getting the back of my hair dye.”
"Sarah," she hisses into the too-narrow alley she was sure her clone had ducked into just moments before, "where the fudge are you—this isn’t funny.”
Hands grip her arm and cover her mouth, too quick to grab pepper spray this time, and she struggles, looking for bare flesh to sink her teeth into.
"Hey, it’s me, lay off, do you want to get us caught—" Sarah breathes into her ear, leaving Alison shuddery from unspent adrenaline and terror.
Woah! I’m feeling so VIP. Two for the price of one! Me gusta. Haha this is awesome ^______^