Death Over Life
Title: Death Over Life
Rating: R (for musing about death)
Pairing: Rizzoli/Isles
Summary: The night after her conversation with Hoyt, Maura wonders about her own obsession with Jane.
AN: Short drabble. I found it interesting how Hoyt could get to Maura by saying she was like him. And we know how he was: obsessed with scalpels and Rizzoli. Which pretty much describes our favorite doctor as well...
"I am not afraid of you," she said, her voice sounding more confident than she was. Hoyt stared at her for a second in his creepy, psycho-maniac way and moved forward over the table, wrinkles visible on his forehead as he raised his eyebrows at her.
"I know. Because you are like me."
Maura did not look away from him, hopelessly trying to calm herself by noticing something in his expression that would suggest he was lying. She couldn't find anything.
/
All her life, she was interested in death. Many people were fascinated by the so-called miracle of birth but it was a dying butterfly that captured her attention instead. The human body was a complex, perfect system where everything depended upon everything and for Maura, the thought of having power over something so perfect was indeed alluring. As politicians were drawn to power that could easily lead them to corruption, a doctor drawn to the power over a human body could easily turn into a murderer.
She feared she could cross that line, too. Her thinking was already different from the common thinking that Jane and Korsak and all the other people seemed to share and therefore all her life she suffered the feeling of being misunderstood, being strange. Being different brought up more questions with it: was she better or worse than ordinary people? Maura never decided on an answer but she feared that had she reached a conclusion one day, it would change her life.
Then there was Jane. Jane Rizzoli, the most interesting human body the doctor had ever met. Her facial expressions ranged from a flirty pout to an aggressive shout, her eyes always genuine and caring. Jane was her best friend - her only friend, really - and she found herself admiring the detective. She admired her passion for justice, her inner strength and how she never showed anyone how vulnerable she was inside. With Jane, Maura always felt safe. Protected. Loved.
That was why she hated herself for even considering having her friend at the morgue table. Maura hated that she even thought about it and she hated that it made her interested. Jane was so confident and strong that the thought of taking her life seemed as the most powerful act anyone could ever carry out.
Jane shifted in Maura's bed, where she fell asleep after watching a movie, and the doctor admired how beautiful and peaceful the brunette looked when asleep. She looked almost dead and it was beautiful.
"I want to feel her blood covering my hands," Hoyt had said. The thought should not have appealed to Maura as it did and she felt terrible because of it. Especially now, when she stared at Jane's pulse point, wondering what shade of red her blood would be. Ruby red or bright like a freshly sacrificed lamb? There was only one way to find, wasn't there?
Maura stretched her arm and touched the other woman's neck, feeling her warmth seeping through her own skin. It was electrifying. Suddenly Jane moved and unconsciously rolled over to Maura, placing her head under Maura's chin and hugging the Queen of the Dead in her sleep.
"I am not like him," she whispered to the air. Hoyt wanted Jane dead because her couldn't have her alive. "He can't have you because you are mine," Maura added and smiled to herself, enjoying the feeling of Jane's body pressed to her own.
Jane Rizzoli was alive and Maura Isles could no longer imagine her any other way.
Rating: R (for musing about death)
Pairing: Rizzoli/Isles
Summary: The night after her conversation with Hoyt, Maura wonders about her own obsession with Jane.
AN: Short drabble. I found it interesting how Hoyt could get to Maura by saying she was like him. And we know how he was: obsessed with scalpels and Rizzoli. Which pretty much describes our favorite doctor as well...
"I am not afraid of you," she said, her voice sounding more confident than she was. Hoyt stared at her for a second in his creepy, psycho-maniac way and moved forward over the table, wrinkles visible on his forehead as he raised his eyebrows at her.
"I know. Because you are like me."
Maura did not look away from him, hopelessly trying to calm herself by noticing something in his expression that would suggest he was lying. She couldn't find anything.
/
All her life, she was interested in death. Many people were fascinated by the so-called miracle of birth but it was a dying butterfly that captured her attention instead. The human body was a complex, perfect system where everything depended upon everything and for Maura, the thought of having power over something so perfect was indeed alluring. As politicians were drawn to power that could easily lead them to corruption, a doctor drawn to the power over a human body could easily turn into a murderer.
She feared she could cross that line, too. Her thinking was already different from the common thinking that Jane and Korsak and all the other people seemed to share and therefore all her life she suffered the feeling of being misunderstood, being strange. Being different brought up more questions with it: was she better or worse than ordinary people? Maura never decided on an answer but she feared that had she reached a conclusion one day, it would change her life.
Then there was Jane. Jane Rizzoli, the most interesting human body the doctor had ever met. Her facial expressions ranged from a flirty pout to an aggressive shout, her eyes always genuine and caring. Jane was her best friend - her only friend, really - and she found herself admiring the detective. She admired her passion for justice, her inner strength and how she never showed anyone how vulnerable she was inside. With Jane, Maura always felt safe. Protected. Loved.
That was why she hated herself for even considering having her friend at the morgue table. Maura hated that she even thought about it and she hated that it made her interested. Jane was so confident and strong that the thought of taking her life seemed as the most powerful act anyone could ever carry out.
Jane shifted in Maura's bed, where she fell asleep after watching a movie, and the doctor admired how beautiful and peaceful the brunette looked when asleep. She looked almost dead and it was beautiful.
"I want to feel her blood covering my hands," Hoyt had said. The thought should not have appealed to Maura as it did and she felt terrible because of it. Especially now, when she stared at Jane's pulse point, wondering what shade of red her blood would be. Ruby red or bright like a freshly sacrificed lamb? There was only one way to find, wasn't there?
Maura stretched her arm and touched the other woman's neck, feeling her warmth seeping through her own skin. It was electrifying. Suddenly Jane moved and unconsciously rolled over to Maura, placing her head under Maura's chin and hugging the Queen of the Dead in her sleep.
"I am not like him," she whispered to the air. Hoyt wanted Jane dead because her couldn't have her alive. "He can't have you because you are mine," Maura added and smiled to herself, enjoying the feeling of Jane's body pressed to her own.
Jane Rizzoli was alive and Maura Isles could no longer imagine her any other way.