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Episode One: The Betrayal

Title: The Marjorie Report part one
Author: Envisogon
Genre: RPS
Pairing: HL/SF  
Era: Boffle/Blackadder  ( Alternate Universe)
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I can't ever afford to have them. I don't own them and this is a work of pure fiction.
Note: This is my first attempt so bear with me. And keep bearing with me. This awesome first part was reedited and kindly by the excellent Canned Luri who without their diligent efforts I would be lost in the fandom. Many thanks go out to you.

Part one: The Betrayal

"What are you doing here?" He hissed at her, shocked and confused.

"I don't want to see you ever again!" She shouted.

"You have every right to be mad at me," The man walked across the room towards the golden haired woman. He took a step forward and tried to hug her but she backed away from him like he was filth.

"You know I am tired of playing these games with you." He sighed.

"Hugh, we have been over and over this a thousand times. I told you the next time I saw you with him that all was going to be over between us." The tear stained woman walked over to the little bar to fix herself a consoling drink. "’Stephen, how pretty you are.’ ‘Stephen, suck me off.’ ‘Faster Stephen, God I want to be with you forever, Stephen…’ and you know what the most hurtful thing of all this drama is? You told him that you loved him. For God’s fucking sake: you told him that you loved him! You never once told me that!"

Hugh had just about had enough of what she was talking about. He couldn't deny what had been happening between him and Stephen, and what was more; he didn’t want to: he was madly in love with him. The man had saved him countless times from Hugh’s greatest enemy: himself. The earth moved when he was near him, whether it was working on stage or just hanging around together. There was just something about him that Hugh found incredibly endearing and highly attractive. He was in love in every sense of the word. This was a love that no one could ever replace: not even Lisa Marchison. The love that dare not speak its name.

Lisa Marchison was a rich spoiled woman from upper
London. It pissed her off badly that Hugh was spending so much time with Stephen and so little time with her. Lisa was jealous of Stephen and her reason came threefold: one – he was rich; two – he was beautiful; three – he was gay.
The third one really made her want to kill him. ‘How the fuck can I compete with a rich, beautiful, gay man?!’ She had often wondered to herself. It was a weakness in her that she never felt good enough for anyone… until she met Hugh. It was early one evening and, of all places; in a movie theatre. They had a couple of dates and eventually dived into bed together. She could never bring herself to admit it, but she had known that Hugh had wanted Stephen for a while. It was most clearly evident during sex. His mind was always somewhere else: he would never look her in the face. He would call out Stephen's name at his peak, but Lisa’s pride made her ignore it. And she had managed it quite well, until she found out who Stephen was.

A couple of months after she and Hugh had met, her companion introduced her to the man himself. Stephen Fry. He was a tall man and simply oozed a charm that Oscar Wilde himself would have been proud of. She could tell during their meeting that he made Hugh truly happy, something that she realised she would never be capable of, at least not with the ease that this man had managed. It was on this night that she decided to pop in on Hugh to check how he was.
Hugh had forgotten that she had a key.
She came in and called for him but no one answered, and, looking around, she saw two jackets lying crumpled on the floor. She ignored the stab of warning and masked over it, mumbling "slob" fondly under her breath. As she continued though the flat she could hear heavy breathing, along with a single coherent sentence.

"Angel, oh my beautiful Angel... Uggh... need your beautiful body... I love you so much Hugh... You are the sun that lights and warms my earth."
She came up to the door. "Hugh…"

"I love you too."

She stepped through and the sight that met her eyes sent her into a spluttering rage, "Oh my fucking God! Hugh, you son of a bitch! You are such a bastard… you-" Every obscene word present in the English dictionary – and a few that remain obsolete – flew violently out from between Lisa’s lips. Stephen and Hugh jumped up from the bed, both shocked and more than a little surprised. Lisa rushed into the living room, her chest heaving.

"Stay here," Hugh mumbled to Stephen as he started out of the door. The older man fell back onto the bed as Hugh walked into the living room.

"Can you just tell me why?" Lisa asked, not daring to face him.

"I’ve wanted to tell you this for a long time, Lisa, I promise: I’ve just never had the guts. I’m in love with him… now; I know everything that you are going to call me, because believe me: I’ve already said it to myself a thousand times over." Hugh paused trying to hold back the tears, and as she turned to face him he caught her eyes and stared into them, baring his soul, "This is who I am, Lisa; call it what you like but I can't run away from it; this… this hunger that I feel when I’m near him." Hugh broke the eye contact and dropped down onto the sofa, his head in his hands. Stephen came to the door and watched him from the corner. Finally he looked back up again.

"Is that it, Hugh? Is that all you have to say to me, or do you just want to look at me?" asked Lisa who, by this time, was on her way to the door. "You know what Hugh?" She glanced back at him, pain all over her face, "I really did love you. I hope that you find what you are look for in him." She didn’t even bother to look at Stephen, "Goodbye Hugh." They were the last words she said before the door closed behind her.

Stephen walked away from the doorframe and went to Hugh. He was immediately caught by the younger man’s arms and fell onto the sofa beside him. They stared into each other's eyes for the briefest of moments before their lips sought each other out and touched in a ghost of a kiss that tried to inspire some small form of comfort for both.

In the car, Lisa Marchison grabbed a tissue and roughly scrubbed the tears from her face. She pulled a red gold book from her bag, one with the letters "M.A.R.J.O.R.I.E." inscribed into the cover. "Marjorie" she whispered to herself, running her fingers over the inscription. Her eyes wandered down to the initials at the bottom which were similarly inscribed as "S.J.F". She opened the book to the first letter, dated
September 14,1984.

Lisa smirked to herself in a new sadistic pleasure: she was about to do the most destructive thing to Hugh and his new lover for breaking her heart. Both were going to pay dearly for what they had done.
"If I can't have him then no one can. The whole world will know."
End of Part One.


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