Title: A Goddess
Series: The Best Moves
Disclaimer: Wholly original work.
Characters/Pairings: Myra Z, Skye
Summary: That looked just like...
Notes: For origfic_bingo - prompt "An AU version". (Though Skye is the AU...)
Spring! Myra Z sniffled and paused, glancing around for a bench or anything bench-like on which she could sit and rest for a moment. It was a little embarrassing, needing to pause so close to her intended destination, but there was nothing else she could do - one of her braces was slipping and she needed to blow her nose.
Spotting a bicycle rack in front of a drug store, she decided it was damned close enough and shuffled over to lean heavily against it, setting down her briefcase and reaching to tug up her pantleg and adjust the brace underneath.
Each day without crutches was a blessing - she hadn't even thought she was still anywhere that surgery could help. But it had... Now, if only... She sneezed and reached quickly for one of the tissues balled up in her suitcoat pocket. Oh, so graceful - Myra Z was never more happy that she worked in radio and that most of her listeners had no idea what she looked like.
Finally, after a long minute of making sure her ankle was secure in its metal cage and that she did not have anything hanging from her nose, Myra Z retrieved her briefcase, pushed off from the bicycle rack and headed on down the block to get lunch.
Skye nearly pounced her at the door.
"Did you see her?" Skye asked, eyes wide. "You had to have!"
Myra Z blinked. Skye was usually laid back and sliding along the scale towards sarcastic, seen-it-all breakfast waitress.
Shaking her head, Myra Z gestured that she really needed to sit, and Skye took her briefcase and ushered her over to a booth.
"I didn't see anyone," Myra Z said once she was sitting properly. It felt good, to be honest, despite the fact that before she'd left work, she'd been sitting on her butt for about ten hours.
"But she just left," Skye insisted before setting down the briefcase and heading off to get Myra Z the usual water-with-lemon that she always asked for, back when she'd had to ask.
Before Myra Z could even re-settle and set her briefcase on the bench, Skye was back. The dark-haired waitress plunked down Myra Z's water and slid into the booth.
"A goddess," Skye said firmly, nodding her head. "A goddess was here."
"A goddess?" Myra Z questioned, frowning.
"She had to have been," Skye insisted. "She left a few seconds before you arrived, so you had to have seen her, too..."
Myra Z shook her head. "I didn't see anyone," she repeated.
Skye sighed. "It was the most amazing thing... Just looking at her, I knew-- I don't know, it was like she was the universe all wrapped into one person. No one's ever made me feel like that."
Blinking a few times, Myra Z tried to come up with something to say. She didn't want to dampen the mood, but Skye was just acting utterly strange.
"You don't believe me..."
"It's not that I don't, but..." Myra Z winced. "I just don't quite understand why it's such a big deal."
"Because," Skye said, leaning half across the table, "she looked just like me."
There was a long pause.
Skye continued. "So, want the usual?"
Myra Z nodded. And sneezed.
Handing her a napkin, Skye slid back out of the booth and went back to work.
Drink Lemonade! Tip Your Waitress!