Fic: Wrong Time, Wrong Place - 1. Music Muse Challenge
Title: Wrong Time, Wrong Place
Author: Steppenwolf_20
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Pairing: JJ/Emily with hints at JJ/Will; JJ's POV
Rating: PG
A/N 1: Written for the 1. Music Muse Challenge on Woman_in_Kevlar
Song: Crimes - Damien Rice
Wordcount: 190
Thanks: To sofia_lindsay for the super quick beta!
Wrong Time, Wrong Place
Holy shit! This is really neither the right time, nor the right place to think about her like that. To cling to her like my life depends on it. After all it was my decision that I loved him, that I married him, that I would have a child with him. And yet I'm relieved he is stuck in traffic so it's her at my side.
And my brain is clouded from pain but I've never seen more clearly. And so it's her name I cry throughout labor.
“Emily!”
And she's there holding my hand, helping me breathe, like it was meant to be.
So I ask myself is this cheating on him that I want her at my side and not him. That I cling to her for dear life, shouting her name to relieve the pain? Or was I cheating on myself the whole time because I didn't dare listen to my own heart?
Another contraction increases the pain some more and I hear the nurse shout.
“Push!”
No, this is really neither the right time, nor the right place to think about her like that.
Author: Steppenwolf_20
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Pairing: JJ/Emily with hints at JJ/Will; JJ's POV
Rating: PG
A/N 1: Written for the 1. Music Muse Challenge on Woman_in_Kevlar
Song: Crimes - Damien Rice
Wordcount: 190
Thanks: To sofia_lindsay for the super quick beta!
Wrong Time, Wrong Place
Holy shit! This is really neither the right time, nor the right place to think about her like that. To cling to her like my life depends on it. After all it was my decision that I loved him, that I married him, that I would have a child with him. And yet I'm relieved he is stuck in traffic so it's her at my side.
And my brain is clouded from pain but I've never seen more clearly. And so it's her name I cry throughout labor.
“Emily!”
And she's there holding my hand, helping me breathe, like it was meant to be.
So I ask myself is this cheating on him that I want her at my side and not him. That I cling to her for dear life, shouting her name to relieve the pain? Or was I cheating on myself the whole time because I didn't dare listen to my own heart?
Another contraction increases the pain some more and I hear the nurse shout.
“Push!”
No, this is really neither the right time, nor the right place to think about her like that.