Rizzoli & Isles Fanfic: "Falling", Maura/Jane, 10/14, M
Title: Falling, part 10/14
Author Name: Becominglight_2
Rating: M for adult themes, eventually NC-17
Category: Romance, Angst
Genre: Slash
Pairing: Jane/ Maura
Summary: It’s scary, it’s new, but Jane is compelled to action. Could it be she’s falling in love? (that would be a yes.)
Spoilers: All of Season 1
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me. Shame - because I love them! I make no profit from this, so please don’t sue…
Author’s Notes: Rizzoli and Isles rock and I’m dabbling in Fanfiction writing. This is my version of how our lovely ladies get together…
PART 10
Consciousness comes to me in stages. I feel a hand in mine. I feel pain in my side, tubes up my nose. I hear voices, soothing and familiar. I’m happy to let them drift in and out for some time. I don’t try to identify them, it’s too much effort. Then I hear my breathing, the beating of my heart. I slowly open my eyes and I see Pa seated by me, it’s his hand I’m holding. I blink and try to clear my throat. It burns but I scrape out a sound.
“Frankie?”
Pa’s puliling Ma over and they’re fussing over me, calling the nurse, telling me off. “What were you thinking, Janey?”
“Frankie?” I manage again, stronger.
“He’s fine, he’s in the bed next to you.”
I turn my head slowly to see a bed, on it is my brother. I relax. I can relax. I drift back to sleep.
--
It’s dark when I open my eyes again, feeling another hand in mine, small and warm, interlaced. I shift, trying to see who is there and then I hear her voice. “Jane?” It’s a low whisper floating in the dark. Maura. Dear sweet Maura, you are here.
“Urgh.” I say even though it’s not what I mean. I feel her hand stroke my forehead and her eyes shine in the darkness.
“Shhhh.” She’s saying, “It’s okay.” And she kisses my forehead. “I’m here.” She kisses me again. She helps me drink some water from a straw.
“Pain.”
She calls for a nurse who injects me with morphine and I feel a happy numbness steel over me. Maura is watching and when the nurse goes she draws near and I smile at her.
“So beautiful.” I whisper and my finger traces her jawline. She looks at me and I look back and I feel we understand each other perfectly.
“Stay.”
“I’m here.”
I sleep.
--
I wake and she is gone. I turn my head to see Frankie lying in his bed, tubes sticking out, an IV drip and the rising and falling of his chest. Ma walks in with a coffee in her hand and rushes over and kisses me.
“Janey!” she cries over and over and then she taps me on my hand in reproach. “Don’t you dare scare me like that again, Janey, ever! Why did you go and do a stupid thing like shooting yourself? You’re brother would have been fine, they told me. Now do you see why I don’t want my children to be cops? I could have lost both of you, both! I now have more grey hairs that I can shake a stick at. And your father. Your poor father, do you really want to send him to an early grave? I thought he was going to have a heart attack when we heard…”
She talks for a while like that and I let her, too weak to try and interject until she’s done.
“I love you, Ma.”
She looks at me and then tears are there and she’s crying and touching my cheek, holding my hand to her heart. “I love you too, Janey.”
“Stop calling me Janey…”
“Shhhh.” She says and sits down by my bed. “You need to rest…”
I look around me at the flowers on the tables, the cards. I see one with a cartoon dog that looks suspiciously like Jo Friday holding a bunch of flowers out and I’m pretty sure it’s from Korsak. Then I spot a Louis Vuiton bag neatly stowed by the window.
“Is that yours?” I say, frowning.
“It’s Maura’s.” she says. I’ve been thinking about Maura since I woke up but I didn’t want to say anything in case it upset Ma.
“Maura’s?”
“She’s been sleeping here so your Pa and I can get some rest.”
“Oh.”
Ma seems content to leave the explanation at that.
Author Name: Becominglight_2
Rating: M for adult themes, eventually NC-17
Category: Romance, Angst
Genre: Slash
Pairing: Jane/ Maura
Summary: It’s scary, it’s new, but Jane is compelled to action. Could it be she’s falling in love? (that would be a yes.)
Spoilers: All of Season 1
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me. Shame - because I love them! I make no profit from this, so please don’t sue…
Author’s Notes: Rizzoli and Isles rock and I’m dabbling in Fanfiction writing. This is my version of how our lovely ladies get together…
PART 10
Consciousness comes to me in stages. I feel a hand in mine. I feel pain in my side, tubes up my nose. I hear voices, soothing and familiar. I’m happy to let them drift in and out for some time. I don’t try to identify them, it’s too much effort. Then I hear my breathing, the beating of my heart. I slowly open my eyes and I see Pa seated by me, it’s his hand I’m holding. I blink and try to clear my throat. It burns but I scrape out a sound.
“Frankie?”
Pa’s puliling Ma over and they’re fussing over me, calling the nurse, telling me off. “What were you thinking, Janey?”
“Frankie?” I manage again, stronger.
“He’s fine, he’s in the bed next to you.”
I turn my head slowly to see a bed, on it is my brother. I relax. I can relax. I drift back to sleep.
--
It’s dark when I open my eyes again, feeling another hand in mine, small and warm, interlaced. I shift, trying to see who is there and then I hear her voice. “Jane?” It’s a low whisper floating in the dark. Maura. Dear sweet Maura, you are here.
“Urgh.” I say even though it’s not what I mean. I feel her hand stroke my forehead and her eyes shine in the darkness.
“Shhhh.” She’s saying, “It’s okay.” And she kisses my forehead. “I’m here.” She kisses me again. She helps me drink some water from a straw.
“Pain.”
She calls for a nurse who injects me with morphine and I feel a happy numbness steel over me. Maura is watching and when the nurse goes she draws near and I smile at her.
“So beautiful.” I whisper and my finger traces her jawline. She looks at me and I look back and I feel we understand each other perfectly.
“Stay.”
“I’m here.”
I sleep.
--
I wake and she is gone. I turn my head to see Frankie lying in his bed, tubes sticking out, an IV drip and the rising and falling of his chest. Ma walks in with a coffee in her hand and rushes over and kisses me.
“Janey!” she cries over and over and then she taps me on my hand in reproach. “Don’t you dare scare me like that again, Janey, ever! Why did you go and do a stupid thing like shooting yourself? You’re brother would have been fine, they told me. Now do you see why I don’t want my children to be cops? I could have lost both of you, both! I now have more grey hairs that I can shake a stick at. And your father. Your poor father, do you really want to send him to an early grave? I thought he was going to have a heart attack when we heard…”
She talks for a while like that and I let her, too weak to try and interject until she’s done.
“I love you, Ma.”
She looks at me and then tears are there and she’s crying and touching my cheek, holding my hand to her heart. “I love you too, Janey.”
“Stop calling me Janey…”
“Shhhh.” She says and sits down by my bed. “You need to rest…”
I look around me at the flowers on the tables, the cards. I see one with a cartoon dog that looks suspiciously like Jo Friday holding a bunch of flowers out and I’m pretty sure it’s from Korsak. Then I spot a Louis Vuiton bag neatly stowed by the window.
“Is that yours?” I say, frowning.
“It’s Maura’s.” she says. I’ve been thinking about Maura since I woke up but I didn’t want to say anything in case it upset Ma.
“Maura’s?”
“She’s been sleeping here so your Pa and I can get some rest.”
“Oh.”
Ma seems content to leave the explanation at that.