Title: 50-ft Queenie
By: lewis771750
Pairing: Cath/Sara
Challenge: PJ Harvey titles.
Rating: PG-13 perhaps, at a push.
Disclaimer: Not mine, Jerry and the people at CBS would never be quite this twisted:) But it is all just for fun, honest.
Spoilers: The Hunger Artisit
Words: 400
AN: And now for something completely different...

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"How could you say something so crass and unfeeling?" was all I heard as Catherine went stratospheric.

"What did I say? All I said was it's a shame someone who gets pilloried for setting impossible targets of female beauty can't live up to her own standards healthily. What's wrong with that?"

"Everything! Judging her like that. How can you know what pressure she's under? She's got to be out there in front of the cameras, performing, selling her body, and all you can do is ridicule her."

"That isn't what I said, what I meant." Suddenly it hit me, this was a different argument carrying on. "This is about you and dancing isn't it? You're still sore about Greg's comment."

"How can you say that? You're just trying to distract me, shift the blame to Greg. It won't work you know!"

'Whatever,' I thought to myself. I wasn't stupid enough to say that aloud. Instead I produced my usual double-whammy argument finisher: "I'm sorry, I should have thought about what I was saying first," whispered while reaching out to give her a hug and a kiss. This time, it didn't work; Catherine batted my hands away, stepped away and shot me a dirty look.

"This isn't going to go away that simply Sara. You ridiculed her choices, her life. If things had been a little different when I was her age I could have been her you know. I didn't do bulimia; I did cocaine. I would've done anything to keep slim and trim. I *did* literally anything to keep their attention and I know Ashleigh did too. If you're going to ridicule her you might as well diss me to my face too."

Now I was scared. Catherine had talked like this before, shortly before she threw me out of her house. We'd kissed and made up since, but we both knew that we would walk away this time. We're too proud to make up again. I didn't want to do that, I loved her, wanted to spend my life with her.

"Catherine, love... I don't know what to say. I don't want to fight you. I didn't mean to ridicule her, I was commenting on the irony. But, if it did offend, I apologise."

With a glint in her eye that said it wasn't really over she relented enough to step forward and kiss me.

Another crisis averted.

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