Fic: Like the Tree, Epilogue
Title: Like the Tree
Summary: Some people are born losers. Others get drafted. Roque is a bit of both. Lucky her, right?
Rating: pg-13
Warnings: THE END.
Author's Notes: Thank you to everyone that read this and to all of you that commented. I wasn't sure what the reception of this fic would be like, but this fandom is without a doubt one of the most welcoming and encouraging that I've have the luck to be a part of.
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
No matter who tells the story, only three people really know what happened.
Wade never gets involved with people's personal lives, but he likes Roque.
Everyone thinks that she's such a hard ass and she's kind of had to be.
They're similar enough to work together effectively while using as little words as possible and she's an absolute devil with her knives.
She's also easy on the eyes.
Once upon a time, Wade would have gladly done anything short of murder and extortion to make her forget about Clay, but...
Wade's older. Older and tired.
Maybe not wiser, but living this long has to count for something, right?
He lets her pick where they go.
She seems to have a preference for beaches.
Wade would asks, but it's none of his business.
None of this is any of his business, really. It's just that...
She smiles.
He kind of likes when she smiles.
He kind of likes it a lot.
People like her, people like them? They don't usually get what they want.
Usually meaning ever.
People like them don't fall in love, either.
What they fall into is a devotion so deep and mindless that nothing and no one else matters.
Maybe that's why Wade does it.
Because he understands.
Today, they're in Miami.
She doesn't want to go out so they just lounge around on the couch.
Roque falls asleep on him in the middle of a Jeopardy marathon.
Wade turns the TV off then wraps his arms around her and stares up at the ceiling.
Clay's going to be here soon.
Wade carries her to her room and carefully sets her down on her bed then goes out to drink.
Maybe he'll get lucky tonight, too.
On the other side of town, Clay flips a key card through his fingers then calls a cab.
It's sunset when Roque wakes up and she knows that Wade isn't here.
She takes a long, hot shower then walks around in a loose, satin robe with her hair down.
The door opens and she know it's not Wade.
Clay stares at her and for the first time ever, she looks back at him and knows what she wants.
It seems that he's forgotten how to walk until he stumbles toward her and Roque just waits.
She waits until he's close enough to touch then kisses him before he can say anything stupid.
What she forgot is that Clay never does anything that she wants him to.
"You," he quietly says against her cheek. "Just you," he repeats.
His arms remain down at his sides until she puts them around her waist then she rests her forehead against his.
"Took you long enough..."
Clay hums in agreement then kisses her and it's not perfect, this was never perfect, but this is them.
Roque closes her eyes and if she's smiling, it's just a trick of the light.
Summary: Some people are born losers. Others get drafted. Roque is a bit of both. Lucky her, right?
Rating: pg-13
Warnings: THE END.
Author's Notes: Thank you to everyone that read this and to all of you that commented. I wasn't sure what the reception of this fic would be like, but this fandom is without a doubt one of the most welcoming and encouraging that I've have the luck to be a part of.
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
No matter who tells the story, only three people really know what happened.
Wade never gets involved with people's personal lives, but he likes Roque.
Everyone thinks that she's such a hard ass and she's kind of had to be.
They're similar enough to work together effectively while using as little words as possible and she's an absolute devil with her knives.
She's also easy on the eyes.
Once upon a time, Wade would have gladly done anything short of murder and extortion to make her forget about Clay, but...
Wade's older. Older and tired.
Maybe not wiser, but living this long has to count for something, right?
He lets her pick where they go.
She seems to have a preference for beaches.
Wade would asks, but it's none of his business.
None of this is any of his business, really. It's just that...
She smiles.
He kind of likes when she smiles.
He kind of likes it a lot.
People like her, people like them? They don't usually get what they want.
Usually meaning ever.
People like them don't fall in love, either.
What they fall into is a devotion so deep and mindless that nothing and no one else matters.
Maybe that's why Wade does it.
Because he understands.
Today, they're in Miami.
She doesn't want to go out so they just lounge around on the couch.
Roque falls asleep on him in the middle of a Jeopardy marathon.
Wade turns the TV off then wraps his arms around her and stares up at the ceiling.
Clay's going to be here soon.
Wade carries her to her room and carefully sets her down on her bed then goes out to drink.
Maybe he'll get lucky tonight, too.
On the other side of town, Clay flips a key card through his fingers then calls a cab.
It's sunset when Roque wakes up and she knows that Wade isn't here.
She takes a long, hot shower then walks around in a loose, satin robe with her hair down.
The door opens and she know it's not Wade.
Clay stares at her and for the first time ever, she looks back at him and knows what she wants.
It seems that he's forgotten how to walk until he stumbles toward her and Roque just waits.
She waits until he's close enough to touch then kisses him before he can say anything stupid.
What she forgot is that Clay never does anything that she wants him to.
"You," he quietly says against her cheek. "Just you," he repeats.
His arms remain down at his sides until she puts them around her waist then she rests her forehead against his.
"Took you long enough..."
Clay hums in agreement then kisses her and it's not perfect, this was never perfect, but this is them.
Roque closes her eyes and if she's smiling, it's just a trick of the light.