One down, a few to go!
Okay, March babies, remember THIS POST where I promised you at least a drabble of your choice? Well, I finished one today, and it just happens to be for bluedelft whose birthday is actually today! w00t! I haven't forgotten about this, and promise to supply all those ficlets that have been requested (please know, if you're a March baby, you can always go back and request something if you somehow missed it originally.)
Title: Inside Out Smiles
Author: domfangirl
Rating: PG
Pairings/Characters: Teresa Lisbon/Patrick Jane
Warnings: Spoilers for all aired episodes, especially last night's 2x16 Code Red.
Word Count: ~300
Summary: Lisbon reflects on her relationship with Jane.
Author's Notes: This fic is written in second person, not something I do often--I beta'd a fic for a friend earlier this week that was second person, so either that was still rattling around in my head, or this is the way Teresa talks; I don't know for sure because I've never written her before! Happy birthday, bluedelft! I hope your day has been and continues to be great!
You're surprised by how good you feel after you punch Jane in the nose. Your hand aches a little, but the tension that's rested in your chest since Bosco died suddenly loosens, and you can smile again-the kind of smile that extends from your lips outward to your cheeks and eyes.
It's real, not just the signal people look for on your face to know that you got their joke, or that you saw the smile they gave you, or any number of inane reasons you've had to fake it for months now.
It feels so wonderful, in fact, that you can't help wondering if you ought to punch him more often. God knows he deserves it every other case or so, anyway.
In the elevator on the way down, he smiles at you, genuinely chuckling at your happiness. His hand reaches out and squeezes your shoulder as you part ways on the ground floor, and he walks alone to his car.
It’s the end of the day, and you’re both going home to empty houses. Of course, your apartment isn’t the place where your loved ones died, and you’ve often wondered why he still lives in that place.
But really you know. Just like you knew he’d orchestrated the whole thing today at the lab. You always know with Jane, but that inkling that comes over you so often anymore has begun to lose its poignancy. Instead, now it’s like you’re in his head. The scary thing is you kind of like it there.
As his taillights disappear out of the parking lot, you remember the other thing he said today: not the part about if he were dying, but the part that if he was, he would call you. You can’t decide if that’s the saddest thing in the world, or the reason why your smile is real again.
Title: Inside Out Smiles
Author: domfangirl
Rating: PG
Pairings/Characters: Teresa Lisbon/Patrick Jane
Warnings: Spoilers for all aired episodes, especially last night's 2x16 Code Red.
Word Count: ~300
Summary: Lisbon reflects on her relationship with Jane.
Author's Notes: This fic is written in second person, not something I do often--I beta'd a fic for a friend earlier this week that was second person, so either that was still rattling around in my head, or this is the way Teresa talks; I don't know for sure because I've never written her before! Happy birthday, bluedelft! I hope your day has been and continues to be great!
You're surprised by how good you feel after you punch Jane in the nose. Your hand aches a little, but the tension that's rested in your chest since Bosco died suddenly loosens, and you can smile again-the kind of smile that extends from your lips outward to your cheeks and eyes.
It's real, not just the signal people look for on your face to know that you got their joke, or that you saw the smile they gave you, or any number of inane reasons you've had to fake it for months now.
It feels so wonderful, in fact, that you can't help wondering if you ought to punch him more often. God knows he deserves it every other case or so, anyway.
In the elevator on the way down, he smiles at you, genuinely chuckling at your happiness. His hand reaches out and squeezes your shoulder as you part ways on the ground floor, and he walks alone to his car.
It’s the end of the day, and you’re both going home to empty houses. Of course, your apartment isn’t the place where your loved ones died, and you’ve often wondered why he still lives in that place.
But really you know. Just like you knew he’d orchestrated the whole thing today at the lab. You always know with Jane, but that inkling that comes over you so often anymore has begun to lose its poignancy. Instead, now it’s like you’re in his head. The scary thing is you kind of like it there.
As his taillights disappear out of the parking lot, you remember the other thing he said today: not the part about if he were dying, but the part that if he was, he would call you. You can’t decide if that’s the saddest thing in the world, or the reason why your smile is real again.