The Sound of Silence
Title: The Sound of Silence Chpt. 2
Characters: Jane/Maura
Rating: T
Summary: +1,100 words
Takes place right after the Season Finale. Emotional turmoil in our leading ladies.
Sorry this chapter took so long to get up! I had a whole different chapter written up and at the last minute decided it didn't fit. Hopefully this will be worth the bit of a wait though...
Chapter 1
Jane poured a massive amount of purple tinted shampoo into the palm of her hand. Strings of soap dripped from the sides of her hands, reaching the bottom of the shower, instantly making the hard surface slippery. Shrugging slightly she moved the overflowing glob down on top of her hair and massaged her scalp, trying to make quick work of cleaning her hair. Suds grew into large piles atop her head, causing the lavender scented shampoo to drip down her face and into her eyes. Jane growled as she squeezed her eyes tight. It stung. Her brain honed in on the physical burning the soap had caused in her eyes. It was a nice distraction from the emotional stinging.
“How can something that smells so good hurt so goddamn much?” Jane mumbled into her hands as she moved her face under the spray of the water. The quiet complaint mixed with the constant hiss of hot water running through pipes. Her voice was small but rough, like individual grains of sand stuck between two panes of glass. As Jane moved her head under the constant spray of water, it washed away the soap from her eyes along with the little remaining sound of her voice as the water hit the hard tile walls of her shower. At least it wasn’t silent.
Jane sighed rinsing out her hair, and finished in the shower. Anxious to carry out her impulsive plan to visit Maura, Jane jutted her limbs through quickly dampening clothes, forgetting the full effect of a towel. Moving out of her bathroom, Jane made her way back to the main room of the small apartment. The salad she had left uncovered and sitting on her counter had wilted slightly and the cucumbers had begun to dry out. Remembering that she hadn’t eaten in a reasonable amount of time, Jane grabbed an apple either Maura or her mother had placed in a nearly empty fruit basket she didn’t know she had.
Through the juicy crunches of the apple, Jane knelt down, addressing her dog. “Jo! Wanna go see your buddy Bass? Cause I know I wanna see Maura!”
Keys and leash in one hand, half-eaten apple in the other, Jane struggled with the door handle. For the second time that day, Jane left a pot of coffee untouched on the counter.
Jo Friday sat in the passenger seat of Jane’s car, her little paws resting on the door as she stretched her nose towards the cracked window, attempting to breathe in all the terrible pollution the city offered. The wind from the little open window caused strands of Jane’s hair to fly around her face. She was sure it would be frizzy and tangled by the time she arrived at Maura’s house, but she didn’t care. Jo was happy smelling the …roses… and the wind which provided proof of the outside world’s existence. The world which Jane had forgotten how to be a part of in just under a 24 hour span of time. Looking at Jo’s tail swinging back and forth happily, Jane threw a free hand in the air like a true Italian and blurted, “To hell with it!” then rolled down all four windows of her car. Wind whipped around her like a whirlwind, dark hair dangerously obstructing her view of the road. She held it back with one hand as she steered her car with the other. The sound of the wind rushing past the open windows made everything else in the world inaudible.
By the time Jane arrived at Maura’s house, her hair was piled on top her hair in a big floppy mess. She was sure this was the closest her hair had come to the name, “rat’s nest”, her mother had given the knotted mass of hair one morning while attempting to brush through it. Sighing in slight annoyance, Jane checked both her wrists then all compartments of her car for a hair tie. Of course she didn’t have one. Gesturing wildly, Jane moaned in frustration before roughly running her hands through the tangles.
“Really?”
She was suddenly very aware of her frizzy hair and still damp, oversized clothes. It was like the awkward stages of Roly Poly Rizzoli all over again.
“Come on Jo. I’m here now…” Jane said, looking at her companion square in the eyes, before grabbing the edge of her leash and leading the dog through the driver’s side door.
_
Maura stood hiding behind her curtains. She had seen Jane pull up, and watched her silently gesticulate inside the car parked just outside her house. From behind the window, Maura could see Jane’s every move, sure that Jane couldn’t see her. She couldn’t take her eyes off her friend, surveying Jane in strict detail like a specimen for a science experiment. Maura could see Jane leave her car, pulling Jo behind her on a leash. Maura could see Jane pause and lean against her car door, then cover her head in her hands. Maura could see each puff of normally shiny hair fall in front of her face not like a curtain, but tuffs of cotton candy. Maura could see Jane shake her head slightly before raising it to look directly at the window Maura was standing behind. Maura could see Jane slam an open hand on the top of her car before opening the door again, pulling Jo behind her as she sat back in the driver’s seat.
_
Quickly closing the car door behind her, Jane’s fingers shook as she fought to move her keys to the ignition. She paused, raising her hands to look at them. The smooth surface of the back of her hands was tainted with a mound of scar tissue, which became blurry in her eyesight due to the uncontrollable shaking of her hands. Jane curled her fingers in, still clutching her keys in one hand, in a feeble attempt to stop the involuntary shaking. Sharp fingernails and metal edges of the keys were buried deep in the flesh of her palm as she fought to tighten her fists.
A sharp tap came from the window of the passenger seat breaking the tense silence which had settled in the confines of Jane’s car, causing Jo to jump towards the outside world, startled and barking. Maura’s face hovered just outside the glass behind her hand resting on the window, waiting and emotionless. Jane flexed her fingers, spreading her hands wide open and dropping her keys, silently begging the tremors which had suddenly increased, to stop. Quickly, she moved to open her door and face her fear, her only weakness, her best friend.
Maura straightened her posture, rigid and proper. Jane stood on the other side of her little car, enveloped between the inside of the door resting against the back of her legs, and the frame, which she leaned against weakly. Over the top of her car, Jane searched Maura’s face. There were bags under her eyes mirroring those Jane was sure she had developed from the night before. Maura’s expression was frigid - frozen into place without the slightest hint of any emotion. The woman standing before Jane was an imposter.
Maura met Jane’s searching eyes in a suddenly piercing stare. The muscles of her face contorted momentarily before she spoke.
“Jane. You don’t get to leave. You don’t get to just drive away.”
Characters: Jane/Maura
Rating: T
Summary: +1,100 words
Takes place right after the Season Finale. Emotional turmoil in our leading ladies.
Sorry this chapter took so long to get up! I had a whole different chapter written up and at the last minute decided it didn't fit. Hopefully this will be worth the bit of a wait though...
Chapter 1
Jane poured a massive amount of purple tinted shampoo into the palm of her hand. Strings of soap dripped from the sides of her hands, reaching the bottom of the shower, instantly making the hard surface slippery. Shrugging slightly she moved the overflowing glob down on top of her hair and massaged her scalp, trying to make quick work of cleaning her hair. Suds grew into large piles atop her head, causing the lavender scented shampoo to drip down her face and into her eyes. Jane growled as she squeezed her eyes tight. It stung. Her brain honed in on the physical burning the soap had caused in her eyes. It was a nice distraction from the emotional stinging.
“How can something that smells so good hurt so goddamn much?” Jane mumbled into her hands as she moved her face under the spray of the water. The quiet complaint mixed with the constant hiss of hot water running through pipes. Her voice was small but rough, like individual grains of sand stuck between two panes of glass. As Jane moved her head under the constant spray of water, it washed away the soap from her eyes along with the little remaining sound of her voice as the water hit the hard tile walls of her shower. At least it wasn’t silent.
Jane sighed rinsing out her hair, and finished in the shower. Anxious to carry out her impulsive plan to visit Maura, Jane jutted her limbs through quickly dampening clothes, forgetting the full effect of a towel. Moving out of her bathroom, Jane made her way back to the main room of the small apartment. The salad she had left uncovered and sitting on her counter had wilted slightly and the cucumbers had begun to dry out. Remembering that she hadn’t eaten in a reasonable amount of time, Jane grabbed an apple either Maura or her mother had placed in a nearly empty fruit basket she didn’t know she had.
Through the juicy crunches of the apple, Jane knelt down, addressing her dog. “Jo! Wanna go see your buddy Bass? Cause I know I wanna see Maura!”
Keys and leash in one hand, half-eaten apple in the other, Jane struggled with the door handle. For the second time that day, Jane left a pot of coffee untouched on the counter.
Jo Friday sat in the passenger seat of Jane’s car, her little paws resting on the door as she stretched her nose towards the cracked window, attempting to breathe in all the terrible pollution the city offered. The wind from the little open window caused strands of Jane’s hair to fly around her face. She was sure it would be frizzy and tangled by the time she arrived at Maura’s house, but she didn’t care. Jo was happy smelling the …roses… and the wind which provided proof of the outside world’s existence. The world which Jane had forgotten how to be a part of in just under a 24 hour span of time. Looking at Jo’s tail swinging back and forth happily, Jane threw a free hand in the air like a true Italian and blurted, “To hell with it!” then rolled down all four windows of her car. Wind whipped around her like a whirlwind, dark hair dangerously obstructing her view of the road. She held it back with one hand as she steered her car with the other. The sound of the wind rushing past the open windows made everything else in the world inaudible.
By the time Jane arrived at Maura’s house, her hair was piled on top her hair in a big floppy mess. She was sure this was the closest her hair had come to the name, “rat’s nest”, her mother had given the knotted mass of hair one morning while attempting to brush through it. Sighing in slight annoyance, Jane checked both her wrists then all compartments of her car for a hair tie. Of course she didn’t have one. Gesturing wildly, Jane moaned in frustration before roughly running her hands through the tangles.
“Really?”
She was suddenly very aware of her frizzy hair and still damp, oversized clothes. It was like the awkward stages of Roly Poly Rizzoli all over again.
“Come on Jo. I’m here now…” Jane said, looking at her companion square in the eyes, before grabbing the edge of her leash and leading the dog through the driver’s side door.
_
Maura stood hiding behind her curtains. She had seen Jane pull up, and watched her silently gesticulate inside the car parked just outside her house. From behind the window, Maura could see Jane’s every move, sure that Jane couldn’t see her. She couldn’t take her eyes off her friend, surveying Jane in strict detail like a specimen for a science experiment. Maura could see Jane leave her car, pulling Jo behind her on a leash. Maura could see Jane pause and lean against her car door, then cover her head in her hands. Maura could see each puff of normally shiny hair fall in front of her face not like a curtain, but tuffs of cotton candy. Maura could see Jane shake her head slightly before raising it to look directly at the window Maura was standing behind. Maura could see Jane slam an open hand on the top of her car before opening the door again, pulling Jo behind her as she sat back in the driver’s seat.
_
Quickly closing the car door behind her, Jane’s fingers shook as she fought to move her keys to the ignition. She paused, raising her hands to look at them. The smooth surface of the back of her hands was tainted with a mound of scar tissue, which became blurry in her eyesight due to the uncontrollable shaking of her hands. Jane curled her fingers in, still clutching her keys in one hand, in a feeble attempt to stop the involuntary shaking. Sharp fingernails and metal edges of the keys were buried deep in the flesh of her palm as she fought to tighten her fists.
A sharp tap came from the window of the passenger seat breaking the tense silence which had settled in the confines of Jane’s car, causing Jo to jump towards the outside world, startled and barking. Maura’s face hovered just outside the glass behind her hand resting on the window, waiting and emotionless. Jane flexed her fingers, spreading her hands wide open and dropping her keys, silently begging the tremors which had suddenly increased, to stop. Quickly, she moved to open her door and face her fear, her only weakness, her best friend.
Maura straightened her posture, rigid and proper. Jane stood on the other side of her little car, enveloped between the inside of the door resting against the back of her legs, and the frame, which she leaned against weakly. Over the top of her car, Jane searched Maura’s face. There were bags under her eyes mirroring those Jane was sure she had developed from the night before. Maura’s expression was frigid - frozen into place without the slightest hint of any emotion. The woman standing before Jane was an imposter.
Maura met Jane’s searching eyes in a suddenly piercing stare. The muscles of her face contorted momentarily before she spoke.
“Jane. You don’t get to leave. You don’t get to just drive away.”