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Galactica, Chapter 102 (Group Fic) - TheDane/Veronica

A/N: Click here if you’re looking for previous chapters (or here if you’d rather read on AO3). 💫

Previously: Violet was completely thrown for a loop when she and Sutan showed up for drinks and found Bianca and Courtney there.

This Chapter: Violet and Courtney both confront their partners about honesty, Katya suggests a potential move, Bob and Kade have a date night, and Team Baby celebrates Courtney’s deal.

***

Panic attacks never got easier, no matter how many times Violet suffered through them. She hated it, hated how scared and helpless they made her feel, hated how sobs wracked her body, how she couldn’t breath, how she couldn’t do anything but wait for it to pass.

Violet was outside of the bar, knowing that she should be cold, even though she wasn’t, a light layer of snow on the ground, the only idiots dumb enough to be out here with her smokers who thankfully kept their distance.

She had finally stopped shaking, her throat slowly opening back up, her heart no longer hammering away in her chest.

She was leaning against the brick wall, the cold seeping in, her arms tightly around her body, sweat on her skin.

She’d fix her makeup and go back in there. She just needed another moment, Sutan somehow still worth pretending everything was fine.

“All I’m saying is that there’s no way to prove that I was involved.”

“Oh come on! You were totally there!” Bianca laughed, turning to Courtney to say, “I swear he’s lying.”

“I’m not lying!”

Courtney kept the smile on her face while she craned her neck, trying to see if Violet was making her way back. She glanced at her phone, trying to figure out how long it had been.

“Are you okay, sunshine?” Bianca murmured, a hand squeezing her thigh under the table. She gave her a soft smile, lacing their fingers together.

“Yeah! I’m fine, sorry. It’s just that Violet’s been gone awhile; maybe I should go check on her?”

“Uhh, better to just give her some space,” Sutan said, picking up a sweet potato fry. “She gets a bit emotional when her dress is mentioned. I’ve had several sources confirm that it looks fantastic,” he smirked, looking proud as he crossed his arms, “but because of the whole ‘being back in Fame’s office’ thing, she’s struggling.”

Courtney opened her mouth, shocked, then closed it again.

When she’d seen Violet tonight, it was an oddly exhilarating feeling. It was as if they’d been soldiers together, in a war that ended years ago. At the time, it had been horrible, and even though they didn’t always get along perfectly, they’d survived—that alone was enough to bond them for life, in Courtney’s mind. It wasn't actually that long ago, of course, but in some ways, working for Miss Fame at Galactica had felt like another lifetime. It didn’t occur to her until this very moment that for Violet, the war was very much still going on.

“She’s…I didn’t know that…” Courtney turned to Bianca, horrified.

“I’m sure it sucks for her,” Bianca said, and by the way she calmly stirred her drink, it seemed clear that this wasn’t breaking news for her. “But Jos said that they hired a new girl, so hopefully she’ll be out soon.”

“From your mouth to god’s ears,” said Sutan, lifting his glass in a toast just as Violet came back.

“Lovely eyes,” Sutan smiled, Violet giving his shoulder a quick squeeze as she sat down. “Here,” he pushed his plate of fries towards her. “I figured we could share.”

“Thanks.” Violet picked up a fry, but Courtney couldn’t help but notice that she was just breaking it apart, only the smallest nibble reaching her mouth.

“Violet, I-” Courtney began, but then bit her lip, knowing that nothing she could say in this moment would be enough. Besides, Violet didn’t seem to want to hear from her anyway, avoiding her eyes like the plague.

Courtney sat back in her chair, gripping Bianca’s hand and taking a big gulp of her drink, trying to chase away the bitter taste in her mouth.

***

“So-”

Violet looked on as Sutan padded his pockets, the cigarette a stranger had just handed him between his fingers. They were standing outside the bar, waiting for the car.

“Should we go to mine,” Sutan found his lighter, flicking the top open, “or yours or-“

“Stop talking.” Violet didn’t mean to snap, but she was seconds from boiling over, the anxiety in her chest molten hot, anger barely kept beneath the surface.

“Excuse me?” Sutan raised an eyebrow, her boyfriend at least blowing the smoke away from her face.

“I’m angry.”

“I know you don’t love me smoking, but it’s one lousy cigarette-”

“God,” Violet had to physically restrain herself not to roll her eyes, the smoking bad enough on its own since Sutan still insisted that he wasn’t actually a smoker, though he was literally doing it.

“It’s not about that, it’s about, it’s-” She took a deep breath, swallowing down the urge to run, gathering all of her courage before turning towards Sutan and looking up at him. “Don’t you ever, ever,” Violet pressed a finger against Sutan’s chest, the wool of his jacket under her fingertip, “Ambush me like this again.”

“What? Ambush?”

“Yes, ambush.”

“This feels like an overreaction-”

“I’m not.” Violet pushed away from Sutan, a moment of insecurity settling heavy in her stomach. She wasn’t overreacting, she wasn’t, even as she had to fight to hold onto her anger. “I’m not overreacting.”

“Violet, I’m just smoking-”

“You didn’t tell me we were meeting anyone,” Violet had spend an entire childhood being told she was dramatic, that she was overreacting, that she was wrong, but this time, she knew she wasn’t, “least of all that we where meeting Bianca Del fucking Rio.”

“Oh.” Sutan paused, the ember of his cigarette glowing in the evening darkness before he flicked the ash. “I didn’t realize it was so important to you. I thought I told you.”

“Well you didn’t,” Violet folded her arms, holding her jacket tight. “You can’t treat me like this, like that. Throwing me in the deep end. It’s not okay.”

“Right,” Sutan chewed his lip. “I know Bianca can be a handful, but-“

“This isn’t about Bianca, it’s about you not telling me the truth.”

“I’m really sorry. I know I can be scatterbrained. I didn’t mean-”

“It doesn’t matter if you meant it, you still lied.”

“I guess I did, but it didn’t mean to, or, I wasn’t, I didn’t mean any harm, I-“ Sutan sighed. “I’m fucking it up again, aren’t I?”

“You are.” Violet knew she was harsh, knew she herself was maybe being unfair, but it was confrontation or flight, and Sutan was too important to run.

“I’ll stop explaining.” He dropped the cigarette, stepping on it. “I clearly wasn’t thinking when I planned this.”

“That’s apparent. Just, don’t do this. Don’t make me run away from you, from this, from us.”

“I won’t.” Sutan took a step towards her. “I’d hate it if you left, especially if it’s for something this fucking stupid.”

Violet smiled, the sincerity in Sutan’s voice like a balm on her frayed nerves, the knot in her stomach slowly untangling.

“I’m sorry.” Sutan put his arms around her, pulling her into a hug, “Truly.”

“I believe you.” Violet looked up, the familiar smile finally blooming on Sutan’s face.

“You wanna come to mine?”

“Mmh,” Violet nodded, crawling into bed with Sutan, his body on top of hers, his hands touching and taking all she wanted in the world. “I’d like that.”

***

“You alright, angel? You’ve been in there a long time,” Bianca said, stepping into the doorway of the bathroom, where Courtney was standing, barefoot, in front of the mirror.

She didn’t look up, just kept staring at her reflection, eyes glazed over. Bianca couldn’t help but wonder where the bubbly girl had gone, who was bursting with excitement over her new record deal mere hours before.

“Are you okay?” she asked again, voice softer now, and this time Courtney looked up.

“B…” she turned around slowly, biting her lip. “When did you find out about Violet being back in Miss Fame’s office?”

“Uhh…I’m not exactly sure. Maybe when I was trying to get a hold of Fame, after you quit?”

“So, right away. You knew right away.” Courtney took a shaky breath. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Shit. Bianca had no idea this was going to be an issue. She didn’t even think Courtney liked Violet.

“Well, I…” Bianca took a step closer. “I guess I didn’t see the point in stressing you out with Galactica talk.”

“So you lied to me, to protect me-”

“Whoa,” Bianca cut in, holding up her hands. “I did not lie. I just didn’t bring you information that was only gonna bum you out. Okay?”

“But…” Courtney took a deep breath. “Hiding something is not that different from lying. It’s a lie of omission.”

“It’s very different, and I wouldn’t even call it hiding anything. This simply wasn’t anything you needed to worry about-”

“That’s not for you to decide!” she exclaimed, the intensity surprising them both. Bianca raised her eyebrows and Courtney immediately looked apologetic. “I’m sorry. I didn’t…I just don’t want you to keep things from me. Even if you’re doing it to protect my feelings. I need to know I can trust you, that you don’t think of me as some fragile little-”

“Of course you can trust me!” Bianca assured her. “I’m sorry too. I really didn’t think this would affect you so much. It just seemed so…I mean, what did you think Fame was gonna do? Certainly not inconvenience herself with a new person.”

If there was one thing Bianca knew about her dear friend, it was that she was not capable of handling sudden changes without making it a headache for as many people as possible. When Bianca heard Violet’s voice on the phone, it made perfect sense to her. Frankly, she’d barely even registered it as something out of the ordinary.

“I guess…I guess I didn’t think about it.” Courtney bit her lip, looking near tears, and Bianca stepped forward.

“Yeah, exactly. Which is what you needed to do, for your own sanity. This isn’t your problem, why are you letting it get to you?” she asked, cupping Courtney’s face in her hands.

“Because, I just…I just walked away, I quit and I let everyone else deal with the fallout. Violet doesn’t deserve to be demoted, she-”

“Okay. Yeah. But are you the one who demoted her?”

“Well…no, but-”

“Then it’s not your fault. End of story.” Bianca pressed a kiss to her cheek. “I’m not gonna have you beating yourself up just because Fame was a selfish cunt.”

“Not even when she stops being mad at you?” Courtney asked, one eyebrow raised.

“Well…who knows when that’ll be?” Bianca asked bitterly, before adding, “But no, not even then. I promise. Okay?”

Courtney nodded, wrapping her arms around Bianca’s waist and tilting her head up for another kiss, which Bianca happily obliged.

***

“Trixie!”

Trixie turned from the counter, coffee cup in hand, barely keeping his eyes open, as Katya burst into the kitchen, her arms full of bags from her trip to the market. He stepped forward to try and help her, but he was still moving too slowly.

It wasn’t anyone's fault, but he always slept like shit before a show, even though they were completely on schedule.

Katya, however, was full of peppy energy, her eyes sparkling and smile bright as she began unloading the bags, her pregnant belly not hindering her at all.

“Guess who I just ran into in the lobby?” Katya exclaimed, filling the fruit bowl with what looked like blood oranges. Trixie opened his mouth, but before he could get out a single word, she barreled on excitedly, “Professor Davenport! Of course she was coming back from the gym; I swear that woman is superhuman. Anyway, do you know what she told me?”

“Did-” This time, Trixie managed to get a word out.

“Amy’s getting married! Isn’t that so nice? Joey’s graduating from college. Plus, guess what else?” Katya was now rearranging the freezer in an attempt to Tetris in some new purchases.

Trixie scratched his head, still wondering about the girl he was pretty sure was a teenager getting married. “Is Amy old enough to get married?”

“She’s like 28, is that old enough?” Katya laughed, shoving a carton of ice cream into the side of the freezer. “Anyway, after this semester, she’s retiring and they’re moving to Florida. Do you know what that means?”

“Uh…a lot of humidity?”

“No! I mean, yes, but, it means that their apartment will be free! Their second floor, four bedroom, three and a half bathroom apartment!” Katya smiled again, this time giving a little squeal for emphasis.

“You mean…you mean for us?” Trixie asked, brow furrowed.

“Of course! Wouldn’t it be amazing?! Pearl could have her own en suite, and Killer would have a bedroom. You should tell Fame we want it when they move.”

“That place has to be at least 6 grand a month,” Trixie reasoned. “Probably more.”

“So? We’ve saved so much being here, we can afford it. Especially with Pearl paying her share.”

Trixie shook his head. Currently, he was putting more than half his salary into a savings account every month—and for good reason. That was the money they would need someday if they ever wanted to buy a house. It was money they needed for Killer’s college fund. For a cushion in case something horrible happened. He gripped his cup tighter.

“Sugarbutt,” Katya sat down, gently touching his forearm. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, of course.” The words instantly soured in Trixie’s mouth. He knew he was lying, and he didn’t lie to Katya. “It’s just, if we ever want to move out of the city, we’re gonna need money in the bank-”

“Whoa, what?” Katya laughed. “Move out of the city? Why would we want to do that?”

“You mean…” Trixie didn’t know much about Katya’s childhood beyond the basics, because she didn’t like to talk about it. But he’d seen pictures of her on her family’s country estate, riding horses and swimming in a private lake and posed in front of massive rose gardens. He couldn’t imagine that anyone would grow up with all that and not want it for their own children. “I just assumed, that once Killer’s a little older, we’d want more space. A yard, a garden…don’t you want that?”

Katya shrugged, wrapping her arms around him. “Maybe. But it’s not something I’m worried about right now.”

Trixie swallowed. There was very little Trixie would ever want to change about Katya—but the way she was so nonchalant about money absolutely terrified him.

“Why do you still look so freaked out?” she asked, placing a light kiss against his nose.

“Because…” Trixie sighed. She would never understand. She couldn’t understand what it was like to grow up with nothing. To go to sleep with your stomach growling, to burn with shame when you couldn’t help gobbling up the free school lunches that all the other kids turned up their nose at. To wear hand-me-downs that began way too big, until they were embarrassingly small and frayed at the seams. He couldn’t explain it to her, because it didn’t make sense—why even now, earning a generous salary even by New York standards, he broke out in a cold sweat whenever he had to put more than a few hundred dollars on a credit card.

“We both work really hard, Trix,” she said softly, cupping his cheeks. “And we deserve to live exactly where we want. But I promise, if we sit down to work out the numbers and it doesn’t make sense…” She shrugged, then continued, “...then we’ll stay right where we are. And we’ll be very happy here. Because we’ll be together.”

Trixie nodded, tears of gratitude pricking his eyes as he wrapped her up into a tight hug. Maybe she did understand.

***

“Really?” Violet turned around, looking up at Sutan. “Coffee? Already?”

They were walking down the street, a light dusting of February snow in the trees, Violet in a white fur coat, her black hair a stark contrast to the color.

“Bored of me yet?” Sutan smiled, raising an eyebrow. He knew that they had just had brunch, the two of them on their way back to his apartment, but he couldn’t help but want to extend their time together, Violet needing to go home and prepare for the week ahead.

He refused to identify the emotion curling at his stomach as guilt, but he had slept rather badly last night, his conversation with Violet outside of the bar replaying in his mind over and over again. He was grateful that she had agreed to come home with him, the fact that she was lying right beside him the only reason he got any sleep at all.

He truly hadn’t meant to hurt her, hadn’t meant to cause her any distress, which somehow made it all that much worse. He hadn’t thought about Violet for a second when he had scheduled a meet up with Bianca, hadn’t considered if she wanted to come along at all.

He had only thought about himself, and his desire to see his friend to make sure that everything was truly truly okay between them - not just professionally, but privately as well.

“Of course not.” Violet reached out, taking his hand, intertwining their fingers without a second thought. “Don’t be silly.”

“Great,” Sutan grinned, pulling Violet towards the coffee shop. He hadn’t visited it before, but it looked cozy enough, the couches he could see through the window a nice place for them to cuddle up for a while. “They have pastries.”

“Oh god,” Violet rolled her eyes, letting Sutan lead her inside, opening her coat with her free hand. “You and your sweet tooth.”

“We can share?” Sutan had already seen a very promising cinnamon roll, the smell of freshly ground coffee strong and delicious.

“I don’t know-”

“I’ll let you pick?” Sutan stepped into the line, still holding Violet’s hand. “Whichever one you want.”

***

“Okay, now…Thursday? What’s on your schedule? Remember, give me the call times, not when the show starts.”

“No idea, I haven’t thought that far in advance.”

Bob raised an eyebrow, doing his best not to smile. He was sitting on Kade’s couch, his laptop open, half finished cartons of Chinese food on the coffee table, date night well underway.

“Okay, point taken,” Kade laughed, the pearly sound of it echoing through the apartment. “Gimme a minute.”

Kade grabbed his gigantic phone, opening up his email.

Bob didn’t have to, but he was making Kade a schedule for Fashion Week. Kade was an incredibly talented makeup artist, but a planner he was not, and while Kade was perfectly fine with going with the flow and showing up when he showed up, Bob knew that being even five minutes late could make or break a freelance career. So he was happy to lend a hand with some of his stellar organizational skills.

“Ooh, right, I have Christian Siriano at um…11? Wait, no, that’s not the call time, hang on-”

“You booked Christian?!”

“Oh my god babe!” Kade laughed, showing Bob’s shoulder. “Don’t sound so surprised!”

“I’m not!”

“Your eyebrows literally flew to outer space!”

“Shut up!”

“You shut up,” Kade grinned, putting his arms around Bob’s neck and leaning in, their lips meeting in a kiss. It was kind of awkward to twist his upper body, but Bob didn’t care as long as his boyfriend was tucked into his arms, Kade happily sighing into his mouth before pulling away.

“If you’re doing Christian, does that mean you’ll get his swag?”

“Probably?”

If there was one thing Bob loved most about the fashion industry, it was the PR bags. Maxwell had often teased him about his obsession with them, Bob refreshing the blogs over and over again to see if anything had dropped. Bob almost never got one for himself, designers not exactly lining up to hand them out to middle management, but Pearl often let him rummage through whatever she got and pick what he desired.

“You should bring me one!”

“I think taking two bags is frowned upon, babe,” Kade smiled, his elbow on the back of the couch, his head resting on his hand.

“I didn’t say to take two.”

“Oh, you want mine?” Now, it was Kade’s turn to raise an eyebrow.

“Omigod thank you so much for offering,” Bob laughed, reaching out and grabbing Kade’s hip. “I would loooove that!” Bob caught Kade in another kiss, pulling him onto his lap, schedule forgotten.

***

“Up your bum, no babies!” Courtney cried, clinking her shot glass against Adore’s, who threw back her head and laughed.

“You’re so classy,” she giggled before downing her shot in one gulp.

Courtney grinned and shrugged.

“And I’m so fuckin’ proud of you!” Morgan shrieked.

“Ow.” Tyra covered the ear closest to her, lips pursed in irritation. “Stop screaming, bitch.”

“You stop screaming!” Morgan yelled, and Tyra rolled her eyes.

Adore had to agree with her though - even in the noisy club, Morgan’s voice cut through like a sledgehammer. They were there celebrating Courtney’s latest achievement, and while Adore couldn’t be happier for her friend, it really made her feel like she needed to get her own act together.

She’d been screwing around with her music for awhile now, playing casually with her bandmates on and off since high school. When she moved back to New York after college (35 credits shy of graduation, as Bianca loved to remind her), they’d made the band official, rehearsing a few times a week as regularly as possible given everyone’s work schedules.

Adore was the lead singer and wrote almost all of their original songs, and they’d put together a decent set, playing some semi-regular gigs around town until the shit hit the fan with Dahlia and Pearl. She’d been avoiding all of them since then, but enough was enough.

She made a mental note to call Aja this week, see if they were open to finding a new bass player, since the thought of playing with Dahlia the fucking traitor still made her stomach turn. But allowing Dahlia to ruin her band or her love of music? That was even worse. Adore actually felt pretty shitty and disappointed in herself that it had been so long. Frankly, she was grateful to Courtney’s ambition for giving her this kick in the ass to jump-start everything again.

“I hope you’ll collaborate with me on one of the tracks,” Courtney said, slinging an arm around Adore’s neck.

“Really?!” Adore exclaimed. Though they’d first bonded over their love of music and performing, their similarities seemed to end there. Courtney was all bouncy pop, folk ballads and musical theatre, while Adore was punk and grunge and metal. Even the few times when Courtney tried sitting in with the band didn’t really work.

“Yeah, of course! We just have to find the right producer. But I would never want to do this without you.” Courtney hugged her tighter.

“Aww…I love you, bae!” Adore hugged her back.

“Excuse me,” Tati cut in. “No making out without me!”

“We’re not making out,” Courtney laughed.

“Oh…can we?” Tati flashed a grin, that slightly glazed look in her eye that said she’d reached a point of drunkenness where she was really ready to cut loose.

Adore pulled Tati in for a (slightly messy) kiss that was much wetter than she anticipated. When they broke apart, Courtney was giving them both a look of mild disapproval.

“Jealous?” Adore asked with a flutter of lashes, and Tati laughed, leaning a head on her shoulder.

“No, just…don’t you have a girlfriend?” Courtney asked, sipping her drink pointedly. “How do you think she’d feel about that?”

“No, it’s not like that,” Adore explained. She and Alaska were still having a great time together, but ‘girlfriend’? “We’re still just casual.”

“Okay, but ‘casual’ doesn’t necessarily mean ‘not exclusive.’”

“It doesn’t?” Adore asked, arm still around Tati’s shoulders.

“Maybe you should talk about it?” Courtney suggested.

“Omigod, you’re so boring, just make out with us!” Tati exclaimed.

“How about instead, I get the next round?”

“Whatever.”

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