Unresolved Sexual Tension

[charamei]

Title: Unresolved Sexual Tension
Summary: She's been in denial for years, and it's finally catching up with Regan. General setting: could take place any time they're both adults.
Rating: PG-13.
Pairing: Regan/Meredith
Genre: Oneshot, Drama

"Meredith?"

"Yes?"

"Where are we?"

"Buggered if I know," Meredith's voice said through the dense black fog.

"How did we get here?"

"Buggered if I know," Meredith said again.

"Oh, you're being a great help."

"Because you know so much more than I do."

"I know we must be here for a reason," Regan said. If possible, the fog was getting thicker. All she could see was blackness, crowding in around her. She didn't feel damp or cold, though, which was odd.

"And what reason is that?"

The question caught her off-balance. There was a reason, and she knew what it was, but…

"We're here because we're here," she said firmly. That was evidently good enough for Meredith, because he shut up.

Temporarily, at least.

"So where is here?" he asked after they had stood still for several minutes.

"It's here, Meredith."

"Oh." A brief pause, then he added, "Is anyone else here, do you think?"

"I don't know," Regan said. "We could try and lift the fog."

"Good idea," Meredith said, and sneezed. The fog vanished with a sort of sucking sound, and they were standing in the ruins at Tirinthius.

"How did we get here?"

"Buggered if I know."

"Well, at least the fog's gone," Regan said. Meredith was standing very close to her, she realised now, close enough that she should have felt him by her even without the passive awareness spells that she kept constantly active.

"And there's nobody around," he said. "That's good, because we don't want to be followed."

Regan nodded and pulled her scarf over her face. The door opened almost before she had touched it, revealing a large room beyond. In the middle, resting on a stone altar, was a small, chipped jade key that seemed to be filling the room with soft yellow light.

"Well," Meredith said softly as he followed her in, "this looks nice. It's a pity we're not a romantic sort of couple."

"We're not a couple," Regan reminded him.

"I thought we were."

"Well, we're not. All right?"

"Fine, fine," Meredith said. He sounded tired, as if he was fed up of having this conversation. "We're not a couple, you don't dream about us in situations where we are strangely close together with nobody else for miles around, you don't love me and never did, and you don't sneak into my bed every night like some small child who's just had a mildly upsetting nightmare."

"And don't you forget it," Regan said.

"One day, I'm going to fall in love with someone else."

"You've been saying that for years."

"And that's just you all over. One day soon, you're going to wake up and I won't be there."

"Meredith, last time you wanted to get away from me you had to kill me to even stand a chance."

There was the soft metallic sound of a sword being drawn, and Meredith said, "I was wondering if you would remember that."

Regan grabbed for her own sword, but it wasn't there. She backed away as Meredith advanced, pinning her up against a wall which suddenly seemed much closer than it had been originally. One of his hands thudded into the stone above her shoulder; the other took her other shoulder, and gently pushed it against the wall, holding her in place. Meredith leant down, intense concentration on his face, and Regan felt her heart stop.

"Love you," he said, and kissed her.

She leaned into it, enjoyed it, and considered that it was over far too quickly when he suddenly broke away from her, picking up his sword. She was almost about to say as much, before she remembered that this was Meredith and wrong and not allowed to happen, and as he drew his sword again she said, in as harsh a voice as possible, "What the hell was that for?"

"Hey, don't look at me," he said, and stabbed her in the gut. "It's your dream."