My Scarlett

Disclaimer-It all belongs to Joss and ME I own nothing-well expect the original characters and the plot-the rest I'm just borrowing. I'll give'em back.

We all know that Kennedy was in love with Scarlett at five when she saw Gone with the Wind-what we don’t know is who her first real Scarlett was. This is just my take on it. I hope you enjoy. Let me know what you think.

Rating: "R" F/F Lime WIP

My Scarlett

A young dark haired girl of sixteen is sitting on the picnic table at lunch. She is alone-a great deal of her time is spent alone, but she makes up for it. She is watching a group of girls across from her as they talk. She can’t help but smile as her eyes rest on the redhead sitting there. Finally deciding she has waited long enough she stands and walks over to them. “Maggie-”

The redhead looks up at her and they both smile, “Hi Kennedy.”

“I was wondering if I could borrow your Chemistry notes?”

“Sure meet me at my locker after school.” Kennedy nods as the girls all stand and walk away.

Kennedy hears the words of the girl next to Maggie and struggles to hold her temper. “Why do you even talk to her? She’s such a loser-”

“A loser with lots of money,” volunteers another.

“Good point,” agrees the first.

Maggie looks at them, “Question is why do I hang out with you?” She walks the other way and toward Kennedy. Kennedy can’t stop the smile from covering her face as they stand eye to eye. “I don’t care what they say.”

“I do-they don’t know you,” Maggie says.

“Neither do you,” says Kennedy.

“Well-I want to fix that.”

“I’m going to that new club on Graves tonight. You could come with me.”

“I can’t get in, not old enough.”

“I’ll get us in-leave it to me.” Kennedy grins.

“How? You’re younger than I am.”

“Gotta believe-I’ll get it done. Just say you’ll meet me at seven?”

“Seven-where?” Asks Maggie.

“Pick me up, the address is in the book.”

Maggie smiles, “Your place at seven.” The bell rings and the teenagers go their separate ways.

Kennedy stands in her room in front of the mirror checking out her clothes for the third time. She looks at the clock and sees it is almost time for Maggie. She goes out the door and toward the stairs. She stops when she hears her dad, “Homework?”

“No-just have some notes to copy. A friend’s coming by then we’re going to the library to work on it.”

“Be in before curfew-you just got off restriction.”

“I will Daddy-” she kisses his forehead and goes out down the stairs just as the doorbell rings. She opens the door- “Hey-” smiles Kennedy.

“Hi-you sure about this?” Maggie seems nervous.

“Definitely liking the plan.”

“Okay-” they walk out the door.

They stand outside the new club, Maggie is more nervous then before. “We don’t have to do this-I mean we could actually go to the library.” Kennedy says softly.

“Library?”

“That’s where I told my dad I’d be.”

“Oh-would you be mad?”

“Mad-nah, we can talk there too-”

“Without the noise,” Maggie supplies. Kennedy smiles at the idea.

At the library the two teenagers sit in a study room. Kennedy is actually copying notes as Maggie watches, occasionally translating her messy words. Just before eight Kennedy finishes. She closes both books and hands Maggie’s to her. Their fingers brush and the young brunette smiles. “What’s the plan now?” Asks the redhead.

“Your call-”Kennedy insists, wanting the older girl to be comfortable.

“We could grab a soda-or ice cream.”

“Ice cream it is. I know a place a few blocks from here-we could walk.”

Maggie agrees and they leave the room, “Let’s put the notebooks back in the car.”

Later as they walk toward the ice cream parlor they see the two girls from school who were being rude earlier. “Great-” says Kennedy.

“Don’t worry about them, they’re harmless.”

“Right-okay, then ice cream.” They walk past them and go inside, the two girls turn and follow. Kennedy looks at them and then at Maggie. “They must be pretty bored if following us is their only entertainment.”

“Ignore them,” replies Maggie.

“Can’t-I’m sort of action girl-” she stands.

Maggie stands too and puts a hand on the younger girl’s arm. Kennedy looks up at her- “Want action?”

Kennedy tries hard to read Maggie’s eyes- was she implying- before she can decide she feels soft lips on hers. The kiss is over as quickly as it started. Her eyes still hold the redhead’s. This time it is Kennedy who leans in and brushes her lips against Maggie’s. They stand in the ice cream shop lost in each other as lips begin to open and close against lips. Finally she pulls away. “Like that action much better-” Kennedy smiles.

“Thought you might-can we finish our ice cream now?”

They both sit back down-the girls from school leave whispering to each other unnoticed by the new couple. “We can try-I’m a little distracted.”

“Yeah-so did you know?” Maggie asks with a hint of a smile.

“Know you liked girls-or know that you liked me?”

“Either?”

“Honestly-I was pretty sure you liked girls and I hoped you liked me.” It is now Kennedy's turn to be nervous.

“I like you-” Maggie reaches across the table and takes her hand. They lace fingers as they continue to talk and eat.

Later outside Kennedy’s house they are sitting in the car. “See you at school tomorrow.”

“Should be interesting-” says Kennedy with a smile.

“Yeah-everyone will know,” Maggie concedes.

“That bother you?”

“Bother me-no, freak out my parents-definitely.”

“They don’t know?”

Maggie shakes her head. “Your dad?”

“I told him a couple of years ago-he says he’s okay with it. Guess we’ll see when the gossip starts.”

“You should go, don’t want him to ground you for missing curfew. First date and all I want to make a good impression.” She smiles and kisses Kennedy.

“Good night,” she says as she pulls back. “See you.” She gets out of the car and goes inside her house.

As she starts up the stairs she sees her dad walking down them. “You’re early,” he smiles.

“Can we talk?”

“Sure-the study okay?”

“Good-” they walk to the study together.

Once inside she walks around picking up things and playing with them. “Something not right Kennedy?”

“Ah-well would you believe yes and no?”

“You lied about the library?”

“No-I was there. It’s just my friend she well-I like her.”

“That’s good you should like your friends.” Their eyes meet-and he realizes what she means. “Like her like her?”

“Yeah-and she likes me.”

“So that’s the right part-what’s the not right?”

“We did something kind of without thinking it through-some girls from school were following us around.”

“Another fight?”

“No-I wanted to but she kissed me instead.”

“In public?-” she nods. “Kennedy-”

“I know-look it’s not like we planned it. I mean her parents they don’t even know.”

“Don’t worry about me-but her, she’ll need your help.”

“I get that-I just hope it goes better than I think it will.”

At school the next day Maggie isn’t there. After Chemistry Kennedy goes outside with her cell phone and dials her number. A few rings later a man answers, “Hello-”

“Hi, may I speak with Maggie.”

“I’m sorry she isn’t feeling well. Who may I say called?”

“Ah-Kennedy.”

“Fine-” the line goes dead.

She turns when she hears a voice behind her, “So where’s the other dike?”

“Leave it alone Rachael.” Kennedy warns.

“Or what?”

“Or I’ll forget I promised my dad no fighting and kick your ass.”

“A little butch even for you don’t you think?”

“Not really-” she steps toward her. The other girl backs away. “Stay out of my face.” Kennedy walks toward her next class.

On her way home Kennedy decides that since she can’t talk to Maggie she’ll go see her. She rings the doorbell and a man answers it. “May I see Maggie-”

“I’m sorry, she’s sleeping. I’ll tell her you came by-”

“Right, thank you.” She turns and leaves. About five steps away she changes directions and sneaks to the back of the house. She climbs a tree and gets onto a low roof-all the while thanking her Watcher for his training. She carefully looks into the windows until she finds Maggie. She knocks quietly on the window and Maggie walks toward it.

As she opens the window she looks scared, Kennedy sees the black eye. “You can’t be here, if he finds you-” she begins to cry.

“Did he hit you?” The redhead doesn’t answer. “Are you okay?”

“I will be-he lost it, he was so angry. Told me he’d-” she stops.

“He’d what?”

“Send me to boarding school if he saw us together.” Her door opens and she turns to see her dad.







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