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Damages Patty/Ellen ficlet!

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To everyone wondering what I’m on about, especially the old Berena crowd, and wondering why I think Damages is amazing and super gay? Do yourselves a favor and watch this 1 minute long clip. Specifically pay attention to Patty Hewes’ incredibly long gay stare in the middle.

Your thoughts?

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When the artwork for the ship you just set sail on looks like it's going to be unhealthy waters ahead...

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Oh me of little faith. End of Season 2 of Damages brought my ship back in. You were all right, goddamnit.

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1. Omg give Patty the fucking tape. Don't enrage me Ellen, you're half of my pairing. 2. Wow Artie Boy, how does it feel being fucked by Patty Hewes? And not in the fun way. 3. Okay Ellen I'm pissed at you. 4. How am I going to be able to continue with this ship now? 5. Tell me this gets gay again because this finale of season 1 is dulling the shine on my Lawbians. 6. Why would Patty be that devastated about a child? 7. Okay this dock scene is kind of gay again. But Ellen needs to get over it. 8. Go on a gaycation together. 9. Oh shit she did try to kill her. 10. 11. 12. 13. Still gay tho...

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Tiny Fic - Damages - Patty/Ellen - "Clear as Blood"

“Tell me why you did it.” Ellen’s heavily lined and shadowed eyes narrow as she sits across from Patty Hewes, the woman she’d put every last bit of trust and loyalty into and had received nothing in return but a target on her back and a fiancée buried 6 feet deep in a still-settling casket. But now that the chips have finally fallen as they have, with Patty completely at her mercy and a loaded gun still clutched in her hands, the power of it all races through her veins, potent and invigorating. She finally knows what it feels like to be in control; to be like Patty. When Patty says nothing, lips parting wordlessly, skin sparkling with a thin sheen of sweat near her hairline, Ellen leans forward into her. Her gaze flits between Patty’s shining blue eyes, red rimmed and wet as a tear weaves between parted eyelashes and spreads in a bloom of inky mascara beneath. Ellen barely recognizes the emotion on Patty’s face, so foreign and displaced it is, until the gun barrel clinks against the metal table and the older woman startles at the sound. Fear. “Tell me Patty,” Ellen quietly but authoritatively demands, her lips inches from Patty’s, searching her eyes for the truth locked somewhere inside, suspended on her tongue. This is all she has wanted from Patty; what everything has been riding on. All she wants is clarity. Clarity to understand why this happened? Why her? Why, after everything? Patty whispers but the sound is like a gunshot to her ears, "Ellen..." The truth is imminent, so close that Ellen can feel her pulse racing in anticipation. She’s been waiting for this confession since the moment she first discovered that Patty Hewes, the woman she'd have done anything for, had set out to betray her. Her fingers tighten white-knuckled on her knees as she listens for the words. Words she believe will somehow set her free, words that will make it all make sense, to give meaning to this unmeasurably cruel turn in her life. Clarity. Words don't come. Patty’s mouth moves again but only a thin gasp escapes her pale lips and it is then that Ellen realizes that Patty’s skin is deathly white. The older woman sways forward and Ellen reaches a hand out instinctively to steady her at her waist. She feels her fingertips grow damp and when she pulls her hand back each finger is glossy and crimson with blood. “Patty?” Ellen barely has time to register what is happening before the blond slumps forward into her, off of her chair and on to her knees between them. Ellen's heart sinks painfully in her chest but she doesn't question the sudden shift in her emotions. She grips Patty's forearms, trying to hold the woman upright but still she falls further to the floor, eyes fluttering closed. "No, no, no. You stay with me!" Ellen shouts helplessly, and despite the panic of the situation, the dramatic displacement of her thoughts, the clarity does come crashing into her. And it's the clarity that frightens her most of all.

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Okay here we go with Season 3 of Damages - Patty's hair is on point. I didn't think I could like her look better than Series 2 but I am so wrong. - Dude trying to hit Patty up - bitch please. You're a 3, she's a 10. No. - Holy shit and we have our first flash forward scene - Wait maybe not - Ok is it relevant that there was a Statue of Liberty head in the passenger seat of the car that hit her? - The Soupmaker is back. - OMG Patty was protecting Ellen's office like a mother would do for her deceased child. I don't even know what to do with that. - "my unsavory clients could have fun with a girl like you" - are you kidding me with that garbage? - Patty misses Ellen so much - Tom's name on the door!!!!!! Omg - LILY TOMLIN OMGGGGGGGGGGGGGG - Also Martin Short OMG (with less g's) - Wait Tom hit Patty???!?!???! Nooooooooooooo - "We don't talk anymore" 😭 - Omg Patty sent her a card. - I'm pretty sure that's just her office stuff - she sent her a purse?! - Gay - omg stop bugging her you douchebag. Let Patty drink in peace - That sass - That scene tho. Ellen knows you're in to her Patty because your gay is showing. - nooooooooo TOM

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Tiny Fic - Patty/Ellen (Damages) - "Leisurely Litigations"

She regretted it as soon as the doorman said “Right this way Miss Parsons,” and led her into the elevator, clutching a box of cupcakes she’d hand made and arranged inside a neat cardboard box. It felt ridiculous suddenly, a gesture born of innocence, friendliness, a white flag of sorts, now a little too intimate in the quiet hum of the elevator as it ascended.

She concentrated on the sound of her heels clicking towards the front door, the cupcakes like lead in her grasp. Run away. Run far away, she told herself, but it was too late when the doorman’s knock sounded out in the otherwise silent apartment. Ellen swallowed, prayed that she wouldn’t be in, or that she wouldn’t answer the door but it was no use. The door opened to reveal Patty Hewes in all of her usual glory, makeup in place and blond hair styled to perfection despite her casual state of dress and lateness in the day.

Patty regarded her silently for a moment, blue eyes narrowing instinctively as she assessed Ellen. She swallowed slowly under the quiet scrutiny and at some point the doorman disappeared from the floor leaving the two of them alone.

“I’m sorry to come unannounced, I was just-”

“In the area?” Patty offered and the flash in her eyes gave away her disbelief at that story.

Ellen shook her head, looked down at the box as if only seeing it herself for the first time before extending it towards the older woman, “I baked you cupcakes. You know for… your birthday.”

“How thoughtful,” Patty’s lips turned up in a small smile, eyes fixed to Ellen’s as she took the box into her hands.

“Would you like to stay for a glass of wine?” Patty asked, stepping to the side to clear the path into the apartment. Ellen stalled in the doorway, unsure of her next move. Patty had this pull on her, despite her greater efforts to eschew her. She was magnetic, enigmatic, someone not to be ignored. Ellen could feel her pulse quickening as she contemplated being back in Patty’s inner circle, into her collected few. But one could never be merely a part of Patty’s circle, when Patty chose someone, they belonged to her completely.

“I have an early start tomorrow,” Ellen answered finally, with the conviction of one still trying to convince themselves of the truth of their words.

Patty’s stare was calculating as usual, merely the briefest visual symptom of the litany of thoughts that would no doubt be flitting through her brilliant mind. She turned back, closing off the doorway both physically and metaphorically, unopened box still within her hands. She was closer this time, an intimate distance away and near enough that Ellen could smooth her hand over the elegant slope of Patty’s slender neck if she would ever dare to be so bold. But she couldn’t and she didn’t, clasping her hands together as an added measure of assurance that she wouldn’t reach out and touch Patty Hewes.

“I see,” Patty said, smiling the smile that rarely ever reached her eyes. It was the same mask that told the world that whatever it was anyone thought they had over Patty, they were mistaken. There was only ever one winner in interactions with the woman, and it was never anyone but her.

“Goodnight then,” Patty’s eyes glittered sharply as she waited for Ellen to make a move.

Ellen smiled though her brows worried together, “Night Patty.”

She turned away then, with little else to do but make her retreat. Should she have stayed for wine? If she’d acquiesced they could be sitting on Patty’s couch listening to an intricate orchestration, back again to being a chosen one firmly installed in Patty’s highly selective life. But she hadn’t and there was no going back and changing her mind now. She stopped at the elevator and pressed the button to call it, only turning when she heard Patty’s voice.

“Oh and Ellen…“ Ellen regarded the patrician woman leaning in the doorway of the apartment still watching her, “it’s not my birthday.”

The ding of the elevator startled Ellen’s attention away and when she looked back toward the door it was closed.