Gwen and Liz sat against opposite walls and relaxed in silence for a minute.
Liz said, "Do you mind if I run something by you?"
"What?" asked Gwen not understanding what Liz meant.
"It's something I do when I have something on my mind but I'm not sure what it is. I need to ramble for a bit. I sometimes do it alone but it works better when there's someone else."
Looking for a distraction, Gwen responded, "Okay.""Are you sure? It involves Peter. I don't want you to feel you're in the middle of anything."
"Yeah."
"Good. Thank you. I might talk to you as if you're him so be ready for that. ... It's been bothering me for a few weeks now. We got out of those dimensions, came back home and started dating and it was great. After years of imagining us together, we were finally together. But something's off. I don't know what."
At the end of Liz' sentence, a shape-shifter placed its head into the cave to get a look at whom was inside. It took notice of Gwen and Liz and removed its head from the entrance. It stood there listening as Liz continued to speak.
"I don't want to be the person who says we need to have sex for us to work but I think that's my problem. You won't sleep in the same bed as me. You're always sleeping on the floor or the couch. It's the same as when we were only friends. I thought it was because of my parents but you do the same thing at your place. It's like nothing's changed. You haven't said anything since I nearly died. You admitted not knowing how you actually felt and you still haven't told me if you're sure. What am I supposed to think? How am I supposed to believe you feel the same way when you act the same as before?" Liz paused.
The shape-shifter stopped listening and prepared its plan.
Liz added, "That's it. I'm doubting how you feel... him. Thank you for letting me use you. I'm sorry about any awkwardness."
A little bothered, Gwen replied, "It's fine. Are you going to stay awake? I feel like I might fall asleep."
"Go ahead. I don't plan on sleeping."

Inside Gwen's head

This desert is incredibly boring. I hope the other terrains have more to see. And water. I could really use some water. Or Peter. He can rehydrate people. The one person we're all worried about is the only one of us who can't die from no water or no food. I hope he's avoided fighting. He hates fights. Someone's probably found him by now. I'm sure he's okay. I really hope so. He probably hid somewhere until he was found. Maybe he's with Sam and they're both okay. Out there in a better terrain looking for us and Rose and Alex. I wonder how many stupid things Rose has managed to do thinking it was a good idea in this situation. I wouldn't be surprised if she tried to flirt with whoever was trying to kill her to get out of it. "Hey, you look dashing today. What planet reproduces your wondrous breed?" or "your aura is just blossoming." Nobody talks like that. Then she's surprised when I don't take it as a compliment. That idiot... that idiot I need to see again. I hope this nightmare doesn't give her any epiphanies. Liz might think it's amusing that she's whipped but I rely on that to keep her. I haven't given her a single good reason to stay. I don't know why she sticks around. I'm glad she does. Still, we need to do something. At this rate, we won't last much longer.

Gwen was half-asleep and half-awake.

Inside Liz' head

That's it. That's my problem. We haven't spoken about how he feels about us since the hospital. I was worried I was really doubting our relationship over the lack of sex. Though, now that I have my real answer, I might bring up sex during our talk too. He could be holding back because he's unsure about us. Would it be it better to not have it or to have it then? Does having sex really change two's ability to be friends? I haven't stayed friends with any of my exes. Those I've slept with and haven't slept with. So would having sex with Peter ruin our friendship if this doesn't work out? Should I be thinking about sex with Peter in front of Gwen? What if she's reading my mind and knows I'm thinking about her brother and sex... and can see the images in my head! I should stop thinking about him that way. I should focus on something else. Worrying about him? That should be better. Who knows where he is now or if he's hurt. I'd really like to know how we were kidnapped without knowing it. I don't sleep that deeply. There's no way someone broke into my place, took the both of us and brought us wherever we are. It must have been something like beams that teleport people. I'm not sure if those exist yet but it would make sense. It would also explain why no one seemed to be awake until after being in the cage. Peter looked so cute in that cage. He forgot to undo his bed hair. He always fixes it before checking to see if I'm awake. I finally caught him with his bed hair.

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