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"I'm not giving you my bloody daughter" yelled Sarah, almost spitting in the proclone's face, "I'll give you anything else, just tell me what you want". "You could visit her anytime Sarah, she'd have a better life with me anyway, I have money, a proper home. You live in a filthy loft with your rentboy brother. Honestly, Sarah, it's no place for a child"
"I saved you from neolotionists and you say this shit to me?"
" Yea well you shot a pencil into my eyeball, I'd say we were even wouldn't you?"
That bitch, she had begged Sarah to take her away from the Neolutionists. Terrified of what her mother had become. Sarah had only done it out of pity. Pity for the woman who's life she nearly had. And living off Ferdinand barely counted as having money "Piss off Rachel"
Sarah had come to Rachel in a last ditch attempt to get Rachel to decode the cypher. Kendall's bone-marrow had given Cosima more time, but it was a temporary fix, and creating a gene therapy without the cypher was slow going. Even if Kendall could keep Cosima alive for the amount of time needed to work it out, she couldn't keep all the clones alive. Alison, Kystal, Tony, not too mention all the others out there. They needed something soon, before it was was just Sarah and Helena left. The last ones standing from the family they had built from nothing but shared genetics.
"Bloody hell Rachel, Scott and Cosima are completely out of their depth here, if we don't get the cypher we won't develop the cure in time...this affects you too"
"Without a child, I have nothing to live for anyway Sarah, my entire life has been run on someone else's schedule, I would quite enjoy the dignity of being able to choose when to die"
Rachel said it with a look of steel in her eyes, and Sarah couldn't quite tell if she was bluffing or not. She guessed.
"You're all shit Rachel, you want this cure as much as we do you just don't want to give up your precious leverage"
Suddenly Rachel's expression changed, a flash of power came over. "If Cosima and Scott are struggling, why not ask...Delphine"
Shit.
"Delphine's dead Rachel, you know that, your mother's people killed her"
Rachel smirked "yet the body mysteriously disappeard from the trunk"
"We stole the body to give her a proper burial, we didn't want those freaks to have her"
"Really, and you flew the body to a private hospital in Iceland to do it?"
Fuck.
Sarah froze. How did she know. Had she told anyone. Did Neolution know Delphine was still alive?
"You used DYAD's private plane to move her. I'm not an idiot Sarah, I still have access DYAD's computors, it's only out of the goodness of my heart that I've kept this to myself, but I don't know how long I can keep this secret while you treat me so poorly"
"What heart" growled Sarah. She was fucked. If Rachel told the Neolutionists about Delphine, they'd go to Iceland to kill her properly. And if they started digging around there, they'd discover Cal. Kira. And Sarah was all out of cards to play. Rachel wanted only one thing and it was the one thing Sarah couldn't give her. She pulled the gun out of her back pocket and tackled Rachel to ground.
"I'll kill you you bitch" It was a hollow threat. As Sarah stared into the face that looked so much like her own, she thought back to the night she stayed at Rachel's apartment after impersonating her. Going through her stuff, trying to get to know her. She thought back to the diary she had found in Rachel's bedside draw. Her one area of privacy. or so she had thought. Sarah had picked the lock, interested to read the mind of a sociopath. Instead she had found pages upon pages about herself. Of course Rachel was so narcissistic to desire her identical, but it had shocked Sarah. Had made her uncomfortable. She hadn't told anyone about the diary, embarrassed on Rachel's behalf, and embarrassed too, at her own curiousity.
But the gears turned in Sarah's head. Maybe she did have one more card to play. If she misjudged she'd be in massive shit, but if not, then it was perhaps the one thing she could use. It's not like Sarah hadn't used sex as a bargaining tool before. Before she could talk herself out of it, she went for it. She slammed her lips against Rachel's, kissing her violently. Rachel let her, for a few seconds, before pushing her away.
"Sarah, what the..what the hell do you think you're doing" Rachel looked angry but her heavy breaths and shaking body gave her away, and within moments she had grabbed the back of Sarah's head, pulling the punk back to her lips. It was passionate, both girls fighting for dominance over the other, Sarah winning the battle. As they explored each other mouths, the thoughts of cyphers and french doctors began to fade. It was animalistic, pure.
Sarah pulled her singlet over her head and began to attack the buttons on Rachels blouse. "Rip it off". Sarah did as she was told for once. She pulled down Rachel's bra, exposing breasts that looked oh so familiar to Sarah. She bit down on one, hard, drawing blood. It felt good to mark such creamy perfection, and Rachel moaned, clearly not used to be dominated, but enjoying it more than she could have known.
"Sarah...please" Rachel took Sarah hand in her mouth, then guided it down to where she wanted her the most. Sarah slipped her hand under Rachel's skirt, not bothering to remove the already wet underwear. Rachel shook as she slipped her fingers in, and then Sarah started fucking her.
She had planned to pull away before Rachel came, leave her wanting something Sarah could trade for the cypher. But Sarah couldn't help herself. As she thrust her hand over and over, her thumb rubbing Rachel's clit, Rachel grabbed Sarahs back, scratching her nails into the punk, trying to match Sarah. As Rachel came closer and closer, the clones bit down on each others neck, a twisted yin and yang, before Rachel finally screamed, and Sarah collapsed in exhaustion.
They lay there for a while. Bodies intertwined. Sarah's hand still in between Rachel's twitching thighs. Neither wanted to break the silence. To move back in to the real world. Where they were enemies, both wanting something out of each other. Finally Rachel stirred.
"If you want the cypher, come back tomorrow night, and take it" The meaning was clear. This would be their deal. Sarah's head was full of emotions, all swirling around fighting for time. "I'll be here...and you aren't going to say anything about Delphine yea?" "I have no reason to Sarah, she's my leverage"
Rachel pulled her bra up and looked around for her blouse, frowning when she saw it ripped in half. "This was an expensive top Sarah"
"You bloody told me to rip it, maybe don't wear such hard to remove clothes next time" Sarah couldn't tell if she was fighting or flirting with Rachel. "I have to go I've got shit to do".
She walked out of the apartment with all the chill she could muster, before the she closed the door and reality hit. She had fucked Rachel. Her clone. Her enemy. A woman who had tried to kill her only a few months earlier, a woman who had kidnapped her child. It was for Kira, Sarah told herself, And my sisters, and Delphine. But she could help but admit to herself that it wasn't her family running through her mind when she had been fucking Rachel. A primal desire had taken over. Something that scared the shit out of Sarah. And she was going to have go back tomorrow and do it again. And again and again. But what scared her the most wasn't that fact, it was how much she wanted it to be tomorrow night already.