LOCI Fanfic - Lady's Man Post Ep
Title: The Drive Home - Lady's Man Post Ep
Author: Lule-bell
L&O: LOCI
Paring: Goren / Eames
Rating: PG
A/N: I am very bad at writing post eps, but I was encouraged to write this from two people. You may find them and yell at them if this is no good.
She asks if he would mind driving and he tries not to look surprised as he takes the keys from her hands. Her eyes are tired and she looks about to collapse at any moment. He’s only seen her like this once before and it’s a side of her that he’s unaccustomed to but knows that it’s there. Deep, deep down, it’s there.
He eyes her silently, thinking about what Mulrooney said to her and how her voice cracked even after she tried so desperately to control it.
“You know... it’s not weak.”
He squeezes the steering wheel. She turns to him slightly.
“Sorry?”
He clears his throat and tries not to drive into oncoming traffic.
“You... you’re not weak. For crying.”
She snorts softly.
“No, no I’m serious. It’s not weak, to... to uh, cry.”
She looks out the front windshield, desperate to escape him yet desperate to hear his voice.
“You know... it’s... it would be an appropriate affect to cry, after... after the death of a loved one.”
She smiles softly and looked at him.
“I know it is, I just... I’m just...” she trailed off unable to convey her thoughts.
“It’s scary,” he offered. “To loose control... emotional control.”
She nods. “Yes. Yes it is scary. For me.”
He nods in agreement. “And that makes sense... but you’re... you are you, Alex. And you are strong.”
She doesn't’ say anything; she doesn’t really know what to say.
He clears his throat again, desperately trying not to loose her. His knuckles start to turn white.
“You aren’t broken. You aren’t a crushed flower if you do... well, if you do... cry.”
He hears her swallow; she sucks in her upper lip, focusing on the passing buildings of the passenger side window.
“And,” he continues, “you are stronger... you are stronger than Gabby. Stronger than she could ever be. You... you are the real thing. She... she is just the anima to one man’s unconscious.”
For the umpteenth time that day, she tries to keep her voice from breaking when she speaks.
“You mean, like I’m in touch with my animus?”
He turns to her sharply, his eyes ablaze with delight.
“Yes, yes exactly. Only yours doesn't over take you, I... well, I think.”
She smiles, finally, bright and happy, her eyes brimming with tears that she doesn't struggle to contain.
“Thank you, Bobby.”
He nods.
They continue their drive in a comfortable, familiar silence.
Author: Lule-bell
L&O: LOCI
Paring: Goren / Eames
Rating: PG
A/N: I am very bad at writing post eps, but I was encouraged to write this from two people. You may find them and yell at them if this is no good.
She asks if he would mind driving and he tries not to look surprised as he takes the keys from her hands. Her eyes are tired and she looks about to collapse at any moment. He’s only seen her like this once before and it’s a side of her that he’s unaccustomed to but knows that it’s there. Deep, deep down, it’s there.
He eyes her silently, thinking about what Mulrooney said to her and how her voice cracked even after she tried so desperately to control it.
“You know... it’s not weak.”
He squeezes the steering wheel. She turns to him slightly.
“Sorry?”
He clears his throat and tries not to drive into oncoming traffic.
“You... you’re not weak. For crying.”
She snorts softly.
“No, no I’m serious. It’s not weak, to... to uh, cry.”
She looks out the front windshield, desperate to escape him yet desperate to hear his voice.
“You know... it’s... it would be an appropriate affect to cry, after... after the death of a loved one.”
She smiles softly and looked at him.
“I know it is, I just... I’m just...” she trailed off unable to convey her thoughts.
“It’s scary,” he offered. “To loose control... emotional control.”
She nods. “Yes. Yes it is scary. For me.”
He nods in agreement. “And that makes sense... but you’re... you are you, Alex. And you are strong.”
She doesn't’ say anything; she doesn’t really know what to say.
He clears his throat again, desperately trying not to loose her. His knuckles start to turn white.
“You aren’t broken. You aren’t a crushed flower if you do... well, if you do... cry.”
He hears her swallow; she sucks in her upper lip, focusing on the passing buildings of the passenger side window.
“And,” he continues, “you are stronger... you are stronger than Gabby. Stronger than she could ever be. You... you are the real thing. She... she is just the anima to one man’s unconscious.”
For the umpteenth time that day, she tries to keep her voice from breaking when she speaks.
“You mean, like I’m in touch with my animus?”
He turns to her sharply, his eyes ablaze with delight.
“Yes, yes exactly. Only yours doesn't over take you, I... well, I think.”
She smiles, finally, bright and happy, her eyes brimming with tears that she doesn't struggle to contain.
“Thank you, Bobby.”
He nods.
They continue their drive in a comfortable, familiar silence.