A/N: There's more Just For Me (and I Hate Myself for Loving You... and You) coming, I swear. Three jobs has kinda killed my writing time. But then a couple of tumblr anons (obvious Karmy shippers) saw the trailer for 2B and got it in their heads to talk smack to me (why me? Who knows.) And they both basically challenged me to 'write your way out of' things from the trailer that seemed to kill Reamy. So I did. Which resulted in this pair of short one shots based on stuff from the trailer. There might be more, if people like them (and/or ask for specific bits from the trailer) cause they don't take me long to do and they're kind of fun

This one is based on the scene where Amy tells Reagan she's having feelings for Karma again...

Reagan sat on the couch, staring at Amy. She hadn't known what to expect when she came back. Sure, they'd ended things on good terms, but…

Oh, fuck it, who was she kidding. She still loved Amy. Probably even more than she had when she left. Reagan knew - all too well - that Amy was the only reason she was back in Austin, even if she wasn't ready to say it out loud.

Of course, hearing about Amy and Karma's pool kiss might have had a little something to do with that.

Reagan wasn't surprised. It wasn't like she'd expected Amy to sit around waiting for her. Hoped for it, maybe, but definitely not expected.

Still, a part of her had broken a little when Lauren had told her about the kiss. A part that had clung to that one last little bit of hope, that one last shred of wishful thinking that her Shrimp Girl was still… hers.

But that look in Amy's eyes…. that told Reagan all she needed to know.

Or, at least, she thought it did.

"You look sad," she said, breaking the silence that had fallen over them since they sat down on her couch. "It's Karma, isn't it?"

Amy nodded, slowly. "Yeah," she said. "Sort of."

Reagan had never known there to be anything 'sort of' when it came to Amy and Karma.

"Sort of?" she asked.

Amy nodded again and Reagan thought - though it couldn't be - that the blonde slid slightly closer to her.

"I know Lauren told you about the kiss,"Amy said. "And I know how that seems…"

"It seems," Reagan said, "like maybe you're finally getting what you've always wanted."

"Like I said," Amy replied. "I know how it seems. And it seemed that way to me too. I mean, kissing Karma again… and having her actually be into it…"

There was a part of Reagan, one that was growing bigger by the second, that really wished she'd never set foot back in Austin.

Amy rolled on. "I thought," she said, "that it was what I wanted. I thought I knew what it all meant. It was so clear - I'm starting to have feelings for her again."

That part? Reagan was pretty sure it was all of her now. Every last fucking bit.

"But then…"

And this time, Reagan was sure she wasn't imagining it. Amy was moving closer.

"But then," Amy said, as she reached out and took Reagan's hand, "When Karma's lips touched mine… all I could think was that they weren't yours. They didn't feel the same or taste the same and they didn't make me…."

Reagan found herself clutching Amy's hand, even though she had no idea when that had happened.

"They didn't make you what?" she asked. She knew, Reagan fucking knew, but she had to hear Amy say it.

"They didn't make me love her," Amy said. "They didn't make me feel anything except cold and wet and… lost."

Amy slid closer still, until she was practically in Reagan's lap.

"That's how I've felt every minute since you've been gone," she said. "I know there's issue and I know we have things to work out and I know how different we are."

Reagan couldn't breathe. She wouldn't breathe. She was too afraid to ruin the moment.

"I know how it seemed," Amy said. "But appearances… they're not always reality, you know?"

Reagan nodded. She was realizing that more and more with every second.

"And the reality," Amy said, "is that I love you. You. Not Karma. And if you'll take me back, I swear Reagan, I'll -"

Amy never finished her sentence. Reagan's lips were in the way.

And they were hers. And they felt just as Amy remembered them. Tasted just as she remembered them.

And this time? They both knew.

There was no way they'd ever part again.