RPF (other), Rachel Maddow/Keith Olbermann, genderfuck
It's past 1am and I just finished so ... don't expect my best work :-P
PART ONE
Okay, it was true that Keith had often looked at Rachel and found himself more than a little smitten. And, yes, he may have wished once or twice that they weren't a straight man and a gay woman. But if he had known this would happen, he would have kept his mouth shut.
"Rachel. Rachel, pick up the phone." Keith squirmed in his seat. "I don't care what you’re doing, I don't care what time it is, pick up the goddamn phone before I - "
"If this doesn't involve your imminent death, you can look forward to it tomorrow at the studio."
"I am not going to the studio tomorrow." He wasn't. "There is no way - "
"Keith1" Rachel interrupted. " I was joking, you know." Keith said nothing. "What's wrong?"
"I'm - you're going to laugh."
"I won't laugh, Keith. Girl scouts' honour."
Keith was temporarily distracted. "You were a girl scout?"
"Are you kidding? Twelve girls in knee socks and kerchiefs? Of course I was a girl scout."
"So - "
"Nuh-uh, we'll talk about it later."
"Really?"
Rachel smiled. "Sure. Now tell me what's wrong."
There was a slight pause before Keith answered, just long enough to foster a little trepidation on Rachel's part. But when he finally told her, she was just confused.
"In ... what way?" she asked.
"In a literal way," he said, and for the first time Rachel noticed a change in his voice. Subtle but different, it could be ...
"Can you come over?" he asked.
It was late but that didn't matter. She threw on a jacket, put on a pair of shoes, and left.
*
"Oh my God."
Keith stood before her, bathrobe wrapped tightly around his body, foot tapping a quick beat on the floor.
"This is, and I don't mean to be insulting," he said, hands fidgeting. "Don't get me wrong, I love women; I'm a feminist. But this is probably the worst thing that has ever happened to me."
Rachel nodded. "Understandable. I like plenty of men, but I wouldn't want to be one. So what ... how did this happen?"
"I wish I knew. It was the middle of the night, I woke up, and I had these." Keith gripped the front of his chest, squeezing what were undoubtedly breasts.
"If it's any consolation," Rachel told him, smirking slightly, "You make a surprisingly attractive woman."
Keith smiled back, the first time he had looked anything besides panicked or stressed since Rachel arrived.
"Thank you," he said. "I almost believe that, coming from a connoisseur such as yourself."
"No, really, Keith." Rachel stepped closer and brushed an imaginary speck of lint off of his shoulder. "This look is good on you. Are you, ah, all woman?"