Rating: All ages
Word Count: 1403
Author's Summary: Once, Karen was just Lucie's friend at work. Now, she's her bitter enemy. Lucie knows what the next stage has to be.
Characters/Pairings: Lucie Miller, Karen. (Slight Lucie/Karen).
Warnings: None (or maybe for the sort of insults you might expect between these two).
Recced because: Well, for one thing it’s great Lucie fic, and there’s not nearly enough of that. For another, it brilliantly uses Lucie, Karen and the scenario to poke fun at the concept of an archnemesis and it’s very funny. And it even comes with cake. Does a person really need to ask for more in a fic?
"Only 'cos I was trying to stop you." Lucie sounded positively upbeat. "Hey, does that make me your personal archnemesis?"
"No!" Karen said, suspiciously quickly.
"Really? You don't have to do a personal archnemesis module or anything?"
"...I'm not saying."
"Bloody hell, you do, don't you?" The rhythmic metallic scraping briefly faltered. "Do you have to have me picture under your pillow? Or on a chain round your neck? And come up with plots all the time to humiliate me? And all the time you're cursing me but you secretly sort of fancy me, cos I'm the only person who might understand how you feel?"