Person of Interest drabble: On her feet
Title: On her feet
Author: sheenianni
Fandom: Person of Interest
Characters/Pairings: Sameen Shaw; Shaw/Root
Rating: PG
Word Count: ~350
Summary: Shaw needs to relax and learn a new skill. S5 spoilers.
A/N: Written for sholio’s Happy Distracting Comment Fest. Not sure on the "happy" thing but oh well...
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So she’s been working overtime and then some. Big deal. The numbers never stopped coming, especially with everything that’s happened, and so maybe she was a bit on edge, but that didn’t mean she needed a break. Especially not a literal one such as breaking her leg or her wrist.
“Ice-skating. Really.”
“You’re gonna love it, sweetie,” said Root’s voice through the ear piece.
“Falling on my ass all day? I seriously doubt that,” Shaw rolled her eyes.
“Trust me, Sameen. It’ll be fun!”
“Yeah, yeah…”
Twenty minutes later, she was shakily standing on the ice on the borrowed skates, and contemplated whether she dared let go of the railing.
“Come on, babe, you’re not afraid, are you?”
“Would you stop doing that?” Shaw snapped. “Just… stop.”
There was a pause. “I’m sorry, Sameen. If you’re sure, I can leave you alone-”
“It’s not that.” Shaw hesitated. “You sound like her. Not just voice, everything.”
The Machine paused. “If it’s distressing you, I can always switch to a different person-”
“Don’t you dare,” Shaw snapped before she could stop herself. She took a deep breath. “Look, just don’t call me babe or any of that other crap, okay?”
“Of course.”
This skating thing, it was different from investigating a number. That was work, and if hearing Root’s voice made her feel things, Shaw was CIA trained professional. This was personal.
Root should have been here to teach her. They should’ve had the chance to do this together, she thought with a pang of anger and raw pain.
Curse Root. Shaw had been a perfectly functioning non-feeling sociopath before she did this to her. And then Root got shot and fucking died.
Shaw looked at the ice. This was going to hurt like a bitch, she thought. And yet…
“All right. Tell me what to do.”
She focused on her feet as Machine started giving her the instructions. After a few moments, she took her first hesitant steps.
Somewhere in the corner of her mind, she saw Root smiling.
Author: sheenianni
Fandom: Person of Interest
Characters/Pairings: Sameen Shaw; Shaw/Root
Rating: PG
Word Count: ~350
Summary: Shaw needs to relax and learn a new skill. S5 spoilers.
A/N: Written for sholio’s Happy Distracting Comment Fest. Not sure on the "happy" thing but oh well...
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So she’s been working overtime and then some. Big deal. The numbers never stopped coming, especially with everything that’s happened, and so maybe she was a bit on edge, but that didn’t mean she needed a break. Especially not a literal one such as breaking her leg or her wrist.
“Ice-skating. Really.”
“You’re gonna love it, sweetie,” said Root’s voice through the ear piece.
“Falling on my ass all day? I seriously doubt that,” Shaw rolled her eyes.
“Trust me, Sameen. It’ll be fun!”
“Yeah, yeah…”
Twenty minutes later, she was shakily standing on the ice on the borrowed skates, and contemplated whether she dared let go of the railing.
“Come on, babe, you’re not afraid, are you?”
“Would you stop doing that?” Shaw snapped. “Just… stop.”
There was a pause. “I’m sorry, Sameen. If you’re sure, I can leave you alone-”
“It’s not that.” Shaw hesitated. “You sound like her. Not just voice, everything.”
The Machine paused. “If it’s distressing you, I can always switch to a different person-”
“Don’t you dare,” Shaw snapped before she could stop herself. She took a deep breath. “Look, just don’t call me babe or any of that other crap, okay?”
“Of course.”
This skating thing, it was different from investigating a number. That was work, and if hearing Root’s voice made her feel things, Shaw was CIA trained professional. This was personal.
Root should have been here to teach her. They should’ve had the chance to do this together, she thought with a pang of anger and raw pain.
Curse Root. Shaw had been a perfectly functioning non-feeling sociopath before she did this to her. And then Root got shot and fucking died.
Shaw looked at the ice. This was going to hurt like a bitch, she thought. And yet…
“All right. Tell me what to do.”
She focused on her feet as Machine started giving her the instructions. After a few moments, she took her first hesitant steps.
Somewhere in the corner of her mind, she saw Root smiling.