DISCLAIMER: Watch out, this is femslash (lite). Don't read it if you're not into this sort of thing. I own nothing of Grey's Anatomy. I'm only having fun with the characters I'm fast becoming obsessed with.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is a story about Erica Hahn finding another "pair of glasses" after the events of the S5 episode, "Rise Up." This chapter was written in late February, 2009. Thanks to Jules68 for her honest and objective opinions. See Chapter 1 for original Author's Notes and Disclaimer. "Odd accents" and overuse of the word "hon" are strictly Baltimorean.
ARCHIVING: Only with the permission of the author.
Twenty-Twenty
By DianeB
Part 3
In the car on the way downtown, Erica risked the pronoun conversation. "I know you said not to ask, but tell me about your 'gaydar.' I mean, I'm new at this, but what you said matched what I'd been thinking in the airport when you were, uh, flirting with me."
"Which was what?"
"That there was some sort of radar."
Veronica laughed musically. "Well, there ya go, you were right. Except us queers, we call it 'gaydar.' Honest to God, I kid you not, it's real, and I have yet to be wrong about someone and that's no lie. And what's that about your being 'new to this?' I'd've never guessed – hell, I didn't guess. When I asked to sit with you in the airport, it was specifically because I thought you wuz a big ol' dyke like me."
Erica shook her head and blew out a puff of air. This woman was as bold as brass and would clearly take some getting used to. But Erica was not without her own brand of boldness. "Well, Callie – that's her name, by the way – Callie described us as 'lesbian virgins.'"
Veronica made a sound of disgust. "Riight. I'm guessing you're about as virginal as one of the girls on the Block. If you're looking for a label, how 'bout we call you a 'babydyke?' Adorable, innit?"
Erica put a hand over her face and shook her head. "Tell me you're not serious. I'm forty-one years old! And what the heck is the Block?"
Veronica adopted an odd accent. "You never heard of the Block, hon? Only Bawlmer's renowned red light district, I guess. Famous the world over. Tourists flock to it, to do more than just gawk, if you get my drift."
Now Veronica's laughter was raucous and infectious, and Erica couldn't help but join in. When the laughter subsided, Erica sighed and without truly understanding why said, "Thank you, Ronnie." Once again the redhead's intuition about deeper meaning was made clear.
Without taking her eyes off the road, Veronica reached over and patted Erica's knee. "There ya go, doc. Laughter, as you should well know, is the best medicine."