The Speed to Rob a Queen's Heart - Olivarry

To Want, To Need

"Speak." Harrison demands with a bold tone. He holds his coffee mug with such strength that Bea was sure that he was gonna end up breaking it. His eyes color with rage and his curls ran stray from his roots. He was nothing but a mess— an angry one at that.

Bea, sitting across from her superior — someone she even considered to be a father figure of hers — portrayed an expression of innocence. She dips her head to the side with her locks of hair following it's path with every bit of charm she could possess. She'd be a fool to fool Harrison, but nonetheless, she tried. "Come on, Harrison. You know me. You trust me. Do you really wanna get on my bad side?"

"Oh," Harrison nods, intending to mock her. He lowers his eyes as he lands his coffee mug onto his desk. He takes a beat, then returns his eyes to Bea ominously. "Do you wanna get on mine?"

The light in his eyes fades away and his tone had only gotten deeper. There weren't many times Harrison had scared Bea, but this was definitely one of those times. He was being more cautious than usual, ever before, really, and honestly, she understood.

Bea gulps hard, remaining her eyes locked with his. "You're being like this because Barry is now here. The night you've been waiting for... is coming."

Harrison's nose flares. "Tell me what you were doing-"

"Harrison-"

"Tell me what you were doing when I called you!" Harrison orders with higher volume. Bea scoffs, shaking her head with disbelief. Calmer, he proceeds, "Megan, I need to trust you. Please."

Bea sits in silence, cringing at Harrison calling her Megan. "Not... Megan," she mutters under her breath. 

Harrison leans in closer, feeling a mixture of confusion and shock. "What?"

"Not... Megan..." Bea repeats, still quiet.

"Megan-"

"I'm not Megan!" Bea cries. Essentially, all the feelings she had bottled inside had exploded. She raises out of her chair and begins to pace around the room. "You keep calling me Megan. L-like you're summoning a person t-t-that's not even here. That's gone," she turns her head to look at him as tears fill her eyes. "That's not me! It never will be! Because my parents took that from me. A-and I have a sister who took that name from me." Bea stands still, allowing a tear to fall. "And you took the face that belongs to her." She wipes her tears as she finds her way onto Harrison's couch. She exhales deeply, and continues with a more collected manner. "I am a shell of who I once was. The reflection I see everyday isn't even mine, a-and I am so grateful. So grateful, Harrison, for taking that and giving me— THIS!" She says, holding her arms in the air and dropping them back onto the cushion to signify herself and the new identity Harrison had gifted her. "I'm Bea," she laughs out of relief. "And you— you are the father that I never got to have because my biological father... he locked me away." She clears her throat, knowing that expressing so much emotion was taking a toll on her. "You saved my life. But I am not Megan. Because if I were— if I were Megan, I would be capable of loving someone without feeling like it means the end of my world. Not the world. Mine. Because my parents were supposed to love me and they didn't. They shut me out from everything and everyone I've ever known and loved. And that has costed me so much and I can't do anything about that. But I can let go of the girl I used to be. And I can't do that with you looking me in the eye — searching for her. I stopped doing that a long time ago."

Harrison keeps his quiet as he slowly walks his way to join Bea at his couch. He sits beside her, sealing eye contact between them yet again. "I am so proud of you..." He takes a pause, and for the first time ever, he finishes with a sincere smile, "Bea."