Lily 3/?
Fandom: Waking The Dead
Title: Lily
Rating: MA (not yet but it's on the way)
Spoilers: I'll just say yes for the entire series to be safe.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, just having fun
Notes: It's taken awhile for me to get this done so thanks to everyone for being patient. I hope you enjoy. I'm trying to be diligent with the next part.
This entire idea is super AU and gives me the chance to . . . (tell you about my chance in later chapters *evil laugh*)
Cross-posted to boyd_grace
She stiffened before the words had left his mouth. It wouldn’t be the first time in their relationship that he’d say the wrong thing. It was a suspicion he’d had for some time but had been waiting in hope she would talk to him about it.
Pushing him back she stood and he watched as a fit of panic overtook her. He watched her hands shake as she attempted to button the front of her dress up. Missing two buttons to make the dress uneven.
Rising he stilled her hands, “Grace please.”
Her voice was unsteady, growing an octave higher as she attempted to respond, “Boyd I have to go. This entire thing was a mistake. I need to go.”
“You’re not going anywhere in this state. Just sit.” He said gently forcing her back down on the sofa.
A few tears escaped as she looked up at him, continuing her silent plea with him to let her go. It tore him up knowing he’d possibly hurt her when he’d only meant to help.
“I’m sorry I mentioned the baby.” He said his hand unconsciously going to her belly. “It was something I suspected. I didn’t bring it up because I thought you would tell me when you were ready.”
“I’ll never be ready.” She whispered.
“Is that why you were going to that clinic the day we met?”
“How?”
“How did I know?” she shook her head yes, “I’d like to say it’s because I’m such a great detective but that wouldn’t be true. I found Mary there.”
Boyd’s chest constricted. He’d never spoken of this with anyone before and he didn’t know it would be this painful.
“What?” Grace asked as she wiped tears from her face.
“Mary was going to have an abortion. She was just going to do it and not even tell me.” He swallowed hard at the memory of finding Mary that day before continuing, “Have you talked this over with. . .”
He watched a myriad of emotions cross her features causing him to pause. He’d never seen her this way before, this lost, out of control. It was such a foreign thing. This was Dr Grace Foley, who he was certain could have taken on the world and won.
“There’s no one.” She said
“Okay. I don’t expect you to tell me who. Frankly I don’t care. I just want you to realize you are not alone. You don’t have to do this by yourself. Let me help. We’ll think of something.”
Boyd pulled her into his arms as she lost her battle with the tears. Talking in between sobs of what a burden the entire situation had been. Of how alone she’d felt.
“You’re not alone.” He reiterated, happy when her arms went around his waist.
“I’m so tired Peter. So very tired.” Grace said moving back to look up at him.
The weight of her vulnerability was staggering and he pulled her back into his arms. She began crying against his chest again making him hold her tighter. Kissing the top of her head Boyd stood pulling her with him.
“Come on. You’re going to get some sleep.”
Silently she let him lead her to his bedroom. He ignored Grace’s protests as he put fresh sheets on the bed then helped her into a pair of his pajamas. She had stopped crying by now but was anxious when he’d left the room to get her a pitcher of water. When he returned and sat down beside her she’d grabbed hold of him.
“Mary was really going to . . . even with you wanting to marry her?” she whispered.
Wiping the remnants of her tears he looked into her eyes, “Yes even with me wanting to marry her.”
“But you wanted to be there for her.”
“It didn’t matter to her Grace. Not then. It didn’t matter until she saw Joey. You can’t do it. You can’t be afraid. If you go through with it you’ll regret it. Trust me.”
She didn’t say anything else moving to lie down. He pulled the duvet up to her neck. It reminded him of the nights Joey stayed and when he would tuck the boy in. The love he felt for his son and the shocking realization of just what he felt for this woman that lay in his bed was overwhelming to him. It didn’t matter that they hadn’t know each other that long. He wanted her and not just on a baser level. Not that he hadn’t thought of sex while he’d been helping her to undress. He’d been proud of himself for his restraint. As she’d removed her bra to put on the pajama top and he’d gotten his first look at her breasts, Nice, just the right size breasts with lovely pink, pert nipples, which he wanted nothing more than to touch, to taste, he pushed that thought right to the back of his mind and went about helping his friend. However else he felt Grace had been his friend first and she needed him as such. Declaring his feelings, his longings for her was something he was sure she couldn’t deal with right now.
She took a drink of water as he got himself some clothes to sleep in. Grace was calmer now and for that he was thankful. Anger was working itself into his thoughts. A rage at the man who would be so foolish as to hurt her so deeply. He hadn’t lied when he said he hadn’t cared about who the father of her baby was. It was better for everyone that he didn’t know.
He stood at the door, “Just get some sleep. I’ll be right out here if you need me. I’ll be here.”
She smiled at him, her eyes battling to stay open. He knew one good night’s sleep wouldn’t make all her problems disappear. It should get her into a better frame of mind. In the morning he would do whatever it took to talk her out of going to that clinic.
Pulling the door shut he went into the bathroom to change. A night on the sofa wouldn’t hurt. He had thought of sleeping in Joey’s room but the bed was too short. And he was a bit wound up and didn’t think sleep would be easy coming. Again he congratulated himself on his self control. Unclothed Grace Foley was just as he’d imagined, sexy beyond belief. He knew he needed to stop this train of thinking fast but he let his mind linger awhile longer. The birthmark on her collarbone, a scar on the underside of her left arm, the small bump that was her baby. He sighed heavily, shaking his head. Yes he’d have to quit thinking about it right now.
After changing he went into Joey’s room laying his suit jacket and pants on the bed. The hangers for this suit were in his bedroom. A few wrinkles weren’t a problem if Grace was able to relax for a bit.
Boyd went out to the living room retrieving his glass and poured himself another shot. He decided to put on some music and settle on the sofa. Running his hands through his hair he looked to his bedroom. It was going to be a very long night.
Title: Lily
Rating: MA (not yet but it's on the way)
Spoilers: I'll just say yes for the entire series to be safe.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, just having fun
Notes: It's taken awhile for me to get this done so thanks to everyone for being patient. I hope you enjoy. I'm trying to be diligent with the next part.
This entire idea is super AU and gives me the chance to . . . (tell you about my chance in later chapters *evil laugh*)
Cross-posted to boyd_grace
She stiffened before the words had left his mouth. It wouldn’t be the first time in their relationship that he’d say the wrong thing. It was a suspicion he’d had for some time but had been waiting in hope she would talk to him about it.
Pushing him back she stood and he watched as a fit of panic overtook her. He watched her hands shake as she attempted to button the front of her dress up. Missing two buttons to make the dress uneven.
Rising he stilled her hands, “Grace please.”
Her voice was unsteady, growing an octave higher as she attempted to respond, “Boyd I have to go. This entire thing was a mistake. I need to go.”
“You’re not going anywhere in this state. Just sit.” He said gently forcing her back down on the sofa.
A few tears escaped as she looked up at him, continuing her silent plea with him to let her go. It tore him up knowing he’d possibly hurt her when he’d only meant to help.
“I’m sorry I mentioned the baby.” He said his hand unconsciously going to her belly. “It was something I suspected. I didn’t bring it up because I thought you would tell me when you were ready.”
“I’ll never be ready.” She whispered.
“Is that why you were going to that clinic the day we met?”
“How?”
“How did I know?” she shook her head yes, “I’d like to say it’s because I’m such a great detective but that wouldn’t be true. I found Mary there.”
Boyd’s chest constricted. He’d never spoken of this with anyone before and he didn’t know it would be this painful.
“What?” Grace asked as she wiped tears from her face.
“Mary was going to have an abortion. She was just going to do it and not even tell me.” He swallowed hard at the memory of finding Mary that day before continuing, “Have you talked this over with. . .”
He watched a myriad of emotions cross her features causing him to pause. He’d never seen her this way before, this lost, out of control. It was such a foreign thing. This was Dr Grace Foley, who he was certain could have taken on the world and won.
“There’s no one.” She said
“Okay. I don’t expect you to tell me who. Frankly I don’t care. I just want you to realize you are not alone. You don’t have to do this by yourself. Let me help. We’ll think of something.”
Boyd pulled her into his arms as she lost her battle with the tears. Talking in between sobs of what a burden the entire situation had been. Of how alone she’d felt.
“You’re not alone.” He reiterated, happy when her arms went around his waist.
“I’m so tired Peter. So very tired.” Grace said moving back to look up at him.
The weight of her vulnerability was staggering and he pulled her back into his arms. She began crying against his chest again making him hold her tighter. Kissing the top of her head Boyd stood pulling her with him.
“Come on. You’re going to get some sleep.”
Silently she let him lead her to his bedroom. He ignored Grace’s protests as he put fresh sheets on the bed then helped her into a pair of his pajamas. She had stopped crying by now but was anxious when he’d left the room to get her a pitcher of water. When he returned and sat down beside her she’d grabbed hold of him.
“Mary was really going to . . . even with you wanting to marry her?” she whispered.
Wiping the remnants of her tears he looked into her eyes, “Yes even with me wanting to marry her.”
“But you wanted to be there for her.”
“It didn’t matter to her Grace. Not then. It didn’t matter until she saw Joey. You can’t do it. You can’t be afraid. If you go through with it you’ll regret it. Trust me.”
She didn’t say anything else moving to lie down. He pulled the duvet up to her neck. It reminded him of the nights Joey stayed and when he would tuck the boy in. The love he felt for his son and the shocking realization of just what he felt for this woman that lay in his bed was overwhelming to him. It didn’t matter that they hadn’t know each other that long. He wanted her and not just on a baser level. Not that he hadn’t thought of sex while he’d been helping her to undress. He’d been proud of himself for his restraint. As she’d removed her bra to put on the pajama top and he’d gotten his first look at her breasts, Nice, just the right size breasts with lovely pink, pert nipples, which he wanted nothing more than to touch, to taste, he pushed that thought right to the back of his mind and went about helping his friend. However else he felt Grace had been his friend first and she needed him as such. Declaring his feelings, his longings for her was something he was sure she couldn’t deal with right now.
She took a drink of water as he got himself some clothes to sleep in. Grace was calmer now and for that he was thankful. Anger was working itself into his thoughts. A rage at the man who would be so foolish as to hurt her so deeply. He hadn’t lied when he said he hadn’t cared about who the father of her baby was. It was better for everyone that he didn’t know.
He stood at the door, “Just get some sleep. I’ll be right out here if you need me. I’ll be here.”
She smiled at him, her eyes battling to stay open. He knew one good night’s sleep wouldn’t make all her problems disappear. It should get her into a better frame of mind. In the morning he would do whatever it took to talk her out of going to that clinic.
Pulling the door shut he went into the bathroom to change. A night on the sofa wouldn’t hurt. He had thought of sleeping in Joey’s room but the bed was too short. And he was a bit wound up and didn’t think sleep would be easy coming. Again he congratulated himself on his self control. Unclothed Grace Foley was just as he’d imagined, sexy beyond belief. He knew he needed to stop this train of thinking fast but he let his mind linger awhile longer. The birthmark on her collarbone, a scar on the underside of her left arm, the small bump that was her baby. He sighed heavily, shaking his head. Yes he’d have to quit thinking about it right now.
After changing he went into Joey’s room laying his suit jacket and pants on the bed. The hangers for this suit were in his bedroom. A few wrinkles weren’t a problem if Grace was able to relax for a bit.
Boyd went out to the living room retrieving his glass and poured himself another shot. He decided to put on some music and settle on the sofa. Running his hands through his hair he looked to his bedroom. It was going to be a very long night.