Megan is just happy about life. She is surprised about what she feels for Deirdre and instead of confusing her it makes her feel good. It's new and different and different is good. A Splintered Life Chapter 13 Angelic Embrace by poetheather Copyright © 2010 by poetheather

Megan wanted to come by and surprise Deirdre. Lately, Deirdre had been busy with an English project and was busy trying to get that paper done so she could turn it in on time. True, it was only five pages but she was stressing over it. A surprise visit from the girlfriend would definitely help relieve the stress. That and the thought of kissing her made Megan’s nipples crinkle with excitement. There was just something about Deirdre that made Megan happier than she had ever been with any other girl she had dated. Perhaps Deirdre was the one.

The fact that the thought came up really rocked Megan back on her heals. Deirdre... the transsexual... the ex-male... she was her special girl? She stopped and let that thought roll over her for a minute, seeing how it felt. She was serious. Deirdre felt like the one, despite all of that other stuff. Despite having been a man. Despite still having a penis. Despite everything. Deirdre was the girl she loved and wanted to be with forever. She shook her head in amazement. Megan could hardly wait to see her.

She bounded up the stairs to the apartment and dug for her keys in her purse. Of all the times to shove them in to her purse automatically. She sighed in acceptance of her foibles. The key slid into the lock and she heard the lock slide back. She walked into the living room smiling and stopped, frozen by the scene before her.

David was standing there with his dick in his hand and it looked like Deirdre was bent over the couch. She noted the blood on David’s shirt and when Deirdre looked up in surprise, she saw the condition of her love’s face. There was blood on the carpet and there were obviously some signs of struggle. Deirdre’s clothes had been tossed away, though the panties Megan had bought her were hanging from one ankle. The air left her slowly.

Time dilated as she began to move. David was turning towards her as if trying to say something. She drove her fist into his solar plexus making him gasp for air at the same time she had freed her pepper spray on her key chain with her other hand. She gave him a full and concentrated blast in his mouth, nose, and eyes as she turned her head to avoid back blast. David screamed and his hands flew to his face. She followed this with a kick to the side of his knee that dropped him to the ground, spinning. She brought the heel of her hand down on to the base of his skull and watched the body slump into unconsciousness. She checked his pulse quickly, making sure she had not killed him. When she felt the throb of his pulse, she relaxed. It had all taken seconds to end the danger.

She stood and grabbed Deirdre gently, rocking her slightly. The poor girl was naked, bruised, and bloody. Her eyes were wide with terror and relief. Deirdre shook heavily with shock. Megan could feel her girlfriend’s pulse racing under her hands. Megan was slowly starting to move out of time dilation as she took in Deirdre’s condition. “Here sweetie, sit on the couch. I’ll get you a blanket. I’ll be right back.”

Deirdre stumbled around the couch, helped by Megan and collapsed onto the sofa, resting on one of the arms. Megan rushed to Deirdre’s room and grabbed the light blanket from the bed they had shared a number of times. It would smell like both of them. By the time she returned to the living room, the sobbing had begun.

She wrapped Deirdre gently and held her close. Deirdre clung to her desperately, whatever words she was trying to say drowned by the sobs. Megan kissed the wounded girl’s forehead softly, brushing her hair with one hand. “It’s okay Deirdre. It’s over. You’re okay. I stopped him. You’re okay.”

The gentling seemed to be working. The sobbing slowed into crying and shaking. She kept murmuring words of comfort until she heard a moan escape from David. Megan took this as a good sign to take further action and dug for her phone. She quickly dialed 911. The operator answered promptly. “911, how can I help you?”

“I’d like to report an assault and attempted rape at the following address,” Megan rattled off the information slowly and precisely, like she had been trained to do. “The perpetrator is currently unconscious. I rendered him so when I came across the situation. The victim is a twenty year old female with multiple contusions. She is in shock and he is injured as well. Will need both officers and a paramedic at the scene. Please send someone immediately.”

The 911 operator asked a few more questions about her and the situation. Megan rattled off the information with a calm precision that the military had drummed into her over the years of service. This was like so many other bits of battlefield information she had called in or crimes she had dealt with. Once she had given the operator all the information she wanted, Megan was informed that there were officers in route. Megan thanked the operator as she hung up, telling the woman that she could hear sirens in the distance, getting closer. She hugged Deirdre to her again and waited for the police, murmuring words of comfort.