Title: Re: Grette

Author: Alan Hitchen

Email: darkmere2000@yahoo.co.uk

Archive: http://www.realmoftheshadow.com/alan.htm

Fandom: D.E.B.S. (The Movie)

Disclaimer: Angela Robinson and Screen Gems, Inc. are the rightful owners of this property.

Pairing: Dominique/Grette

Rating: PG-13

Information: Based on the deleted scene where Dominique reveals an affair with an (unnamed) Danish woman.

The French D.E.B. was lying on her bed reading a fashion magazine, a cigarette dangling from her glossy pink lips, when Janet pushed her head round the half-open door.

"Dominique?" she began.

"Oui?"

"Is it true?"

"Quoi?"

Janet entered the room and carefully closed the door behind her. "That you've had an affair with a woman?"

Dominique threw the magazine aside and sat up. "That Max has a big mouth!" she snorted before quickly dismissing the matter. "But as I told her, it is no big whoop."

Janet looked unconvinced. "And is that why you've never mentioned it before, this big secret that's no big whoop?"

Dominique rolled her eyes. "In Europe it wouldn't be, but in America, where Janet Jackson's nipple was the talk of the nation, I've learned to hold my tongue." She sighed. "So, what do you want to know?"

Janet paused before answering hesitantly. "I want to know why Amy did what she did. I mean, I know why, the thrill of the illicit and stuff. I thought... I don't know, I thought you might know more, and could you please stop smoking?"

Dominique raised an eyebrow. "Whose room is this?"

"Okay, okay, just the story then. Please?"

Dominique sighed again. "It goes no further?"

Janet nodded her agreement. Dominique then patted the bed and Janet joined her on it (removing her shoes first of course) intent on every word.

"It was the summer break and I was on holiday in Denmark. I don't know why, It's the most boring place on earth, or so I thought. I was exploring around Copenhagen and I found a lesbian bar - but I didn't find that out until I was inside. Seeing there were no cute boys about I was about to leave when I met Grette. Actually, we bumped into each other, she apologised, and it started from there."

"She hit on you?"

"Not exactly, she made it clear she was interested but she didn't push it, unlike all the boys I meet who can't wait to get into my panties, she was a perfect gentleman. We drank, we chatted, she made me laugh and when I left she gave me her number."

"What happened next?"

"I called her. I was curious. It was only supposed to be a one time thing. But the sex was incroyable. And afterwards..."

"Yes?"

"We talked."

"Talked?"

"Boys never do, they just roll over and go to sleep, but we talked."

"About what?"

"Everything and nothing. Hopes, dreams, wants. I'd never experienced that before. I only meant to stay the night. We were together for a month."

"Wow!"

"Oui. Wow. A world record n'est-ce pas?"

"What happened then, why did you break up?"

"I left her a note. You know that song by the Beatles, the one with the line 'leaving a note that she hoped would say more'. That was me. I wanted to explain. But I couldn't. So I wrote 'sorry' and hoped she'd understand."

"Understand what?"

"That I was scared. Of who I was and what she wanted. I don't do relationships... and she was falling more in love with me each day. And that scared me. With me it's all about the chase, the hunt, the kill, you know. That's why I'm here, why I'm a D.E.B. But I couldn't tell her that. So I ran away."

"I see."

"Do you? I don't."

Janet's brow wrinkled in thought. "So, how does this relate to Amy and Lucy?"

Dominique shrugged. "It doesn't. In matters of the heart there is no reckoning. All I know for sure is that for me love is harder than fighting crime. But they are different, they are strong. They love each other. I think they will be very happy together."

"And Grette?"

"I hope she found someone who could love her back as she deserved.

"And you?"

"Me, having sex with a new boy every night?" Dominique lay back and blew a smoke ring right to the ceiling. "I think I am very sad."