Title: Frustration

Rating: PG-13

Genre: Fluff, maybe a dash of angst

Pairing: Harley/Ivy (though I guess it could be friendship too)

Summary: Harley isn't fond of the summer Olympics.

Notes: Obviously, this little drabble was inspired by the Olympics that are currently going on. Also, I couldn't come up with a title for this to save my life.

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"What the hell was that? You call that a routine? C'mon USA! You totally aren't getting the gold with that crap!"

Harley was sprawled on her stomach on the floor, her chin in her hands, scowling at the TV. She shook her head and grumbled, "You are so lame. These are such shitty routines."

This had been going on for the last thirty or forty minutes. And for over an hour the day before. And the day before that, too. Ivy cared little for sports in the first place. Listening to Harley complain constantly was infuriating, not to mention distracting and annoying when she was trying to focus. Gritting her teeth, Ivy tried to read through her notes from previous experiments.

"What? What kind of landing was that?" Harley spluttered, drawing her once again from the leftward-slanting words scrawled in some sort of chaotic explosion across the pages of a notebook (organizing her notes had never been a strong suit).

Ivy knew she couldn't focus with Harley's jabbering. She pushed papers and test tubes aside, turning in her chair at the kitchen table and not really masking the irritation in her voice, "Why are you watching it if you're just going to complain about every god damn thing?"

There was a long pause, then Harley spoke again. It took a second for Ivy to realize that, even though she was still looking at the TV, Harley was talking to her, "That could have been me once."

Ivy then understood. Most of them regretted the path their lives had taken, even if it was just for a split second, even if they didn't admit it. The summer Olympics were what brought that out in Harley. And Ivy figured that Harley didn't want to be sad because of it. She didn't want to long for it. And those weak feelings made her frustrated.

So Ivy sighed and stood up. She walked over and settled on the floor next to Harley, pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth and snuggling up against her, "So, tell me what they're all doing wrong."

There were only a few more rounds of gymnastics for tonight. Ivy needed the break, and Harley needed to let out her frustration.

It would be good for both of them.

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