Fic: Paradise Lost part 7
Title: Paradise Lost
Rating: T
Summary: A meandering random look at the relationship between Patric Jane and Grace Van Pelt done in eight parts
Disclaimer: Not mine!
Notes: Written for the mentalist_bb reverse bang. I had the pleasure of working with tromana on this. Here is her lovely art, link to the songs that inspired each of the parts coming soon. The sixth song, and the sixth part of our tale, is "Safe & Sound" by Taylor Swift featuring The Civil Wars.
Part 6
Safe & Sound - Taylor Swift ft. The Civil Wars
The storm raging outside the window was nothing compared to the storm that was waging inside of her apartment.
“I will NOT accept this!” She shouted, knowing that it was out of her character to raise her voice, but not caring.
“It's the right thing.” His voice, it was always his voice, was calm and it made here even more upset.
“I don't understand.” She said, her voice little more than a whisper now, though it wasn't any better than a scream with the velocity behind it.
“It's not safe. Didn’t Craig show you that? Didn't dating him show you that Red John will stop at nothing it make life miserable for us, to make it so that he winds, that he has the upper hand?”
She looked at him in disbelief. He would bring that up. In the midst of telling her why they couldn't be together, why they shouldn't be together, he would bring up the one thing she herself always thought of when she thought of how messed up her life had become. She looked at him with fire in her eyes.
“You know every button to push. You know every crevice of my soul. You know what haunts me in the night when I can't sleep. And you think nothing of bringing them up now.” She took a breath to steady her anger, to steady her voice, ready to crack under the pressure. “You do it on purpose. You want me to get mad. You want me to be mad. You want me to be pissed off at you so you can feel better about this.”
He said nothing, just looked away from her.
“Just remember Patrick, that you are the one who called this off. That you are the one standing her today telling me that it can't be. And remember, in the dark night when you can't sleep and the world has abandoned you that I was here for you. I was the one that was here for you. No judging, no presumptions. Just me and you.”
She turned around, not wanting him to see her cry. She didn't look back, even when she heard him leave.
part 8
Rating: T
Summary: A meandering random look at the relationship between Patric Jane and Grace Van Pelt done in eight parts
Disclaimer: Not mine!
Notes: Written for the mentalist_bb reverse bang. I had the pleasure of working with tromana on this. Here is her lovely art, link to the songs that inspired each of the parts coming soon. The sixth song, and the sixth part of our tale, is "Safe & Sound" by Taylor Swift featuring The Civil Wars.
Part 6
Safe & Sound - Taylor Swift ft. The Civil Wars
The storm raging outside the window was nothing compared to the storm that was waging inside of her apartment.
“I will NOT accept this!” She shouted, knowing that it was out of her character to raise her voice, but not caring.
“It's the right thing.” His voice, it was always his voice, was calm and it made here even more upset.
“I don't understand.” She said, her voice little more than a whisper now, though it wasn't any better than a scream with the velocity behind it.
“It's not safe. Didn’t Craig show you that? Didn't dating him show you that Red John will stop at nothing it make life miserable for us, to make it so that he winds, that he has the upper hand?”
She looked at him in disbelief. He would bring that up. In the midst of telling her why they couldn't be together, why they shouldn't be together, he would bring up the one thing she herself always thought of when she thought of how messed up her life had become. She looked at him with fire in her eyes.
“You know every button to push. You know every crevice of my soul. You know what haunts me in the night when I can't sleep. And you think nothing of bringing them up now.” She took a breath to steady her anger, to steady her voice, ready to crack under the pressure. “You do it on purpose. You want me to get mad. You want me to be mad. You want me to be pissed off at you so you can feel better about this.”
He said nothing, just looked away from her.
“Just remember Patrick, that you are the one who called this off. That you are the one standing her today telling me that it can't be. And remember, in the dark night when you can't sleep and the world has abandoned you that I was here for you. I was the one that was here for you. No judging, no presumptions. Just me and you.”
She turned around, not wanting him to see her cry. She didn't look back, even when she heard him leave.
part 8