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Victoria was pulled away from her dreams to the warmth encasing her. The arms wrapped around her in an almost vice grip, but contradicted that with being soft to the touch. She inhaled the scent of lavender, Trinity having grown to love that smell enough that she’s been “stealing” it from Victoria, so instead of having them both smell like lavender, Victoria has moved to a more subtle vanilla body wash. Victoria lets out a grunt and shifts around to look at Trinity. In bed with Trinity Santos, she almost can’t believe it, but reality is showing that all of it is real.
What started out as an annoyance, with Trinity’s constant use of the nickname Crash, turned into something more, and all it took was one bad day for both of them. Santos was having problems with Langdon, Garcia, and, well, pretty much everybody but Whitaker and herself. Trinity might have thought that everybody hated her or at least was annoyed by her, but Victoria wasn’t. Sure, she hated the nickname, but Victoria knew what Trinity was capable of, and considering by the end of her shift that the confident Santos looked like a defeated puppy, she felt like she was staring at a reflection of herself. Her day wasn’t going much better; every shift felt like something was being taken from her, physically, mentally. Her mother loomed large no matter if she wasn’t there, and that pressure continued today. McKay kept trying to comfort her, and one mistake with a patient was enough for her mother to share that same disappointed look she’s worn since she’s stepped foot in the Pitt.
When her shift was over, she wanted to get as far away as possible, away from her mother, away from the pressure, she just wanted to be Victoria Javadi again. That’s when she saw Trinity Santos. Normally someone with such self-esteem and bravado, now was just sitting on a bench, staring up at the stars, a frown etched on her face. She could have just done what she intended, but some part of her moved towards Santos and sat down on the empty spot beside her. Trinity saw her approaching but didn’t get up, just kept staring up.
“Hey.” Victoria said, Santos just nodded her head.
“Hey, Crash.” Santos replied, but it was nothing like she heard from Trinity, soft, almost pathetic. It threw Victoria off.
“Bad shift, huh?” Victoria asked. Santos laughed.
“No shit, want a medal?” Santos replied, more of the typical bite from her returning.
“Sure, I could use one, this shift sucked,” Victoria said, shaking her head, recapping the entire shift in her head. She wished to erase this shift from her memory.
“No, it didn’t just suck, it fucking sucked,” Trinity groaned, arching her back and covering her eyes with her hands. Javadi laughed a little.
“Yeah, I’d agree with that statement as well. I thought that we might as well vent and get it out of our system,” Santos looked at her, a smile now growing on her face.
“Shit, now you’re a therapist, too? I’ve gotta say, that brain of yours is something else.” Trinity replied, staring at the top of Javadi’s head.
“My mom sure doesn’t think so,” Victoria responded, her features falling.
“Well, fuck her—ew, sorry, not in that way. But you know what I mean. There’s shit I hear all the time, but I don’t let it bring me down. You’re fucking brilliant, Crash, everybody knows it but her, and yes, that includes me.”
“It’s not just because of the square root problem, right?” Victoria asked.
“No, not that, though, that was impressive. Listen, I’d love to vent, but I’d rather vent away from this place. How about I talk about my issues at my place and you come over and you vent about your mommy issues?” Santos suggested.
“Sure.” Victoria responded. Santos did a double take.
“Woah, really?” Santos replied. Victoria had nothing better to do; she wasn’t going to get any sleep, her mind would’ve kept her awake on how bad the shift was, so better to break the habit of stewing in misery in a place she couldn’t call her own.
“Yeah, really. Unless this is some way for you to get in my pants, in which case, that’d be a no. I’m not gonna be a second choice to Garcia, no matter the issues you’re having with her at the moment.” Trinity clutched her heart in a mocking way.
“Ouch, Crash, not even going for the jugular, just ripping the heart out. Alright, Ms. Whatever the fuck your high IQ is, let’s get the hell out of here.” That decision turned out to change a lot about them. It shouldn’t have worked, venting in front of Trinity Santos, but outside of the Pitt, Trinity showed more than her bravado—a heart Victoria always knew was there. In turn, Victoria listened to Trinity talk about Langdon’s return, her troubles with Garcia, and one she had only just heard about: Whitaker leaving the apartment soon. Trinity really did care about Whitaker, and she couldn’t blame him. Even the most heartless person could thaw to someone as genuine and caring as Dennis Whitaker. Instantly, when she heard that, she immediately saw an opening—a chance to be her own woman, not whatever her mom wanted under the watchful eye of her residence. She didn’t mention it, but it planted the seed of what would be their growing relationship.
“I see your mind working, Crash, even on a day off.” Victoria was broken out of her trance. She glanced down at Trinity stretching, groaning as she brushed off her drowsiness.
“Can’t help it, it’s just too good,” Javadi said, Trinity chuckled. Victoria felt a hand gently cup her cheek and motioned her to look at Trinity. Trinity and Victoria stared into each other’s eyes. Victoria watched Trinity’s eyes scanning her, looking at her with the type of admiration she’s only got from some, but only one that looked at her like she was more than a brilliant mind.
“Beautiful.” Victoria felt her heart melt hearing Trinity mumble those words subconsciously. Victoria in turn put a hand on Trinity’s cheek. Trinity’s head tilted to feel the warmth. Victoria looked at Trinity’s hair, a mess while in bed, but still so beautiful, her piercing green eyes, the plush lips, often filled with biting remarks, left speechless.
“Very beautiful,” Victoria responded. Trinity’s mouth opened slightly and no words came out, initially, but Victoria could see the gears turning in her head.
“I love you, Tori.” It was Victoria’s turn to be shocked. Both parts of the sentence hit her simultaneously.
She loves me.
She called me Tori.
She loves me.
She called me Tori.
She loves me.
She called me Tori.
She loves me.
She called me Tori.
She loves me.
She called me Tori.
She loves me.
She called me Tori.
She loves me.
She called me Tori.
“Oh, I’ve done it now, I’ve broken the great Victoria Javadi’s mind.” Victoria was finally able to break out of her reverie, seeing Trinity, eyes slightly glossy, but with a smirk—a trademark of hers. And she loved every part of her.
“I love you, too, Trinity.” And they sealed their acknowledgments with a kiss. Their lips meshed well, both taking different approaches to the kiss. Trinity, the ever-so-confident one, took the chances to explore, lessen, and deepen. Victoria, the calculated one, learned every bit of what Trinity liked, taking the opportunity to strike and sweep Trinity off guard and take control until it became a battle—something only the two of them could create. When both of them broke off, they both shared a smile, but still Trinity’s arms were around Victoria, keeping her close.
“Call it a draw?” Trinity responded. Victoria nodded.
“You called me Tori.” Victoria said.
“Yeah, you don’t like it?” Trinity said, face falling in concern.
“No, not at all! I love it, but it just caught me off guard. It…it feels special hearing you call me that.” She had never been given any nicknames in school or by her parents, just her first name, or her full name if she did something wrong.
“Well, don’t feel too special. That nickname came from Victorious; Victoria Justice was my first crush.” Trinity broke away from her and was doing some odd hand gestures, hands in the air, looking up at the ceiling. “Now let it be known that the spirit of my lesbian awakening, Victoria Justice, and her nickname in the show will now live on in you, Victoria Javadi.” She brought her hands and head down only to be greeted with a pillow to the face.
Trinity looked at the grinning Victoria, another pillow in hand.
“Oh, is that how we’re gonna play, Tori? And here I thought you were gonna “Make It Shine” in my life.” Trinity said, taking the pillow that was thrown and bringing it up defensively.
“Doesn’t really work, Santos. You’re going down. There can only be one Tori in Trinity Santos’ mind, and it’s gonna be me.” Trinity circled around the bed, Victoria’s brown eyes following Trinity’s every move.
“Is that so? Bring it on!” It was a duel of pillows. Moves were made, dodges, playful banter, and a struggle for one pillow. Trinity almost had it in her grasp until Victoria played her ace—a kiss to the lips. She felt Tori’s hand on her neck and felt all the thoughts of their battle wash away.
“Cheater,” Trinity got out.
“You love it.” Victoria replied before continuing the kiss.
And she did.