[Fanfiction] "Then I'll rest with you." by callieach
Title: "Then I'll rest with you."
Author: callieach
Fandom: Bones
Character(s)/Pairing: Angela/Jack
Rating: PG
Words: 368
Disclaimer: Ha! (If I were in charge, this situation would not have been brought up.)
Authors Notes: I'm still flustered from "The Pain In The Heart," to be perfectly honest. I kind of hate the writer's for it, but I still love this pairing too goddamn much to let this show go completely. =\ So, ya, spoilers for 3.15. Feedback = ♥.
Summary: A missing scene after the explosion.
She’s been so still, so quiet for so long that he’s surprised when she talks. At three in the morning after the day they’ve had, he was expecting her to be asleep already.
“Jack?” Her voice is soft, but he can still hear the strain in it.
“Ya, Angie?”
“I was just seeing if you were still awake,” she says, rolling over to face him. “You can’t sleep either, huh?”
“No,” he answers simply.
For a few moments they lie there, close enough to feel each other’s breath on their skin, but not touching. Eventually she reaches out to stroke his bare arm. She hears him breath in sharply when her fingers get to the place she knows is bruising. She freezes.
“Sorry. Are you okay?”
“Fine. It’s just… No, I’m fine.”
Concern creases her face as she watches his. “Are you sure about that?”
“Don’t worry about me.”
“Well isn’t that kind of my job?” she teases.
“No, you worry about everyone.” Softly, he caresses her cheek.
“Poor Zack,” she says, following his train of thought. “Do you think he’s going to be alright?”
He hesitates a moment. “Not physically. But mentally, I hope.”
For a while she doesn’t answer, then she asks, “Who would do such a horrible thing to him?”
“Why don’t you try to get some sleep? You need to rest,” he says, suddenly not wanting to think about it anymore.
“So do you.”
He puts his arm over her and she snuggles closer. “Then I’ll rest with you.”
“Are you gonna be okay, Jack?” There she goes again, caring so much he can tell it’s hurting her.
“Ya,” he replies with more confidence than he feels. “In time,” he adds, softer.
She cranes her neck to kiss the row of stitches on his temple, then his lips. “Okay. But if you’re not, I’m here.”
“I know. Goodnight.”
“I love you,” she says.
He savours the words before echoing them back to her. “I love you, too.”
When the alarm goes off a few hours later, she’s still in his arms, and while there’s nothing saying they were both awake all night, there’s nothing to say either one of them slept at all, either.
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Author: callieach
Fandom: Bones
Character(s)/Pairing: Angela/Jack
Rating: PG
Words: 368
Disclaimer: Ha! (If I were in charge, this situation would not have been brought up.)
Authors Notes: I'm still flustered from "The Pain In The Heart," to be perfectly honest. I kind of hate the writer's for it, but I still love this pairing too goddamn much to let this show go completely. =\ So, ya, spoilers for 3.15. Feedback = ♥.
Summary: A missing scene after the explosion.
She’s been so still, so quiet for so long that he’s surprised when she talks. At three in the morning after the day they’ve had, he was expecting her to be asleep already.
“Jack?” Her voice is soft, but he can still hear the strain in it.
“Ya, Angie?”
“I was just seeing if you were still awake,” she says, rolling over to face him. “You can’t sleep either, huh?”
“No,” he answers simply.
For a few moments they lie there, close enough to feel each other’s breath on their skin, but not touching. Eventually she reaches out to stroke his bare arm. She hears him breath in sharply when her fingers get to the place she knows is bruising. She freezes.
“Sorry. Are you okay?”
“Fine. It’s just… No, I’m fine.”
Concern creases her face as she watches his. “Are you sure about that?”
“Don’t worry about me.”
“Well isn’t that kind of my job?” she teases.
“No, you worry about everyone.” Softly, he caresses her cheek.
“Poor Zack,” she says, following his train of thought. “Do you think he’s going to be alright?”
He hesitates a moment. “Not physically. But mentally, I hope.”
For a while she doesn’t answer, then she asks, “Who would do such a horrible thing to him?”
“Why don’t you try to get some sleep? You need to rest,” he says, suddenly not wanting to think about it anymore.
“So do you.”
He puts his arm over her and she snuggles closer. “Then I’ll rest with you.”
“Are you gonna be okay, Jack?” There she goes again, caring so much he can tell it’s hurting her.
“Ya,” he replies with more confidence than he feels. “In time,” he adds, softer.
She cranes her neck to kiss the row of stitches on his temple, then his lips. “Okay. But if you’re not, I’m here.”
“I know. Goodnight.”
“I love you,” she says.
He savours the words before echoing them back to her. “I love you, too.”
When the alarm goes off a few hours later, she’s still in his arms, and while there’s nothing saying they were both awake all night, there’s nothing to say either one of them slept at all, either.
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