Love and Dead Sparrows
Author: sterling_sky
Rating: G
Spoiler Warnings: None
Summary: A tiny Jane/Maura ficlet.
A/N: I actually wrote this before the whole Starsky fiasco, I swear! Anyways. Apparently bird really is the word this week. I am fully aware of how terrible that pun was. I don’t even think it’s really a pun. As per usual I remain forever indebted to storrms for early morning/late night reading, texting, betaing and cheerleading. She's loverly.
The first dead body Jane Rizzoli ever saw - like, really saw, like studied - wasn’t a homicide. It wasn’t even on the job. It wasn’t even human. It was a bird. A sparrow; just a common, everyday little sparrow. Fine, passer domesticus, whatever. Really not the point of the story. Just a splayed-out bunch of feathers; shades of white and gold and brown and dead, just like that. Into a window, just like that. All of that life and hope and, you know, whatever, stuffed in this little case of hollow bones and lighter-than-air feathers. It seems like a design flaw, to wrap up something as important as life in something as fragile as a body. Something as important as somebody’s life should be wrapped up in Terminator steel and Teflon coating and umpteen layers of Kevlar and whatever that stuff is that they make those indestructible black boxes in airplanes out of.
Something better than a body. A body that’s just as fragile, really, as a sparrow. Okay, so a human’s bones aren’t hollow and, okay, no, we don’t have feathers, and yes, sure, okay, studies on the effects of shock on various life forms probably do indicate that a human body could survive significantly higher levels of physical stress than a sparrow’s, per their body mass whatever units. But the point is, this is the story Jane tells Maura, and this is the story Maura listens to Jane tell, and then somewhere in the corrections about body mass whatever, and the difference in biological imperatives for birds versus people, it happens. And yeah, okay, love and dead sparrows don’t have anything in common, really. Except for when they do, just like that.
Rating: G
Spoiler Warnings: None
Summary: A tiny Jane/Maura ficlet.
A/N: I actually wrote this before the whole Starsky fiasco, I swear! Anyways. Apparently bird really is the word this week. I am fully aware of how terrible that pun was. I don’t even think it’s really a pun. As per usual I remain forever indebted to storrms for early morning/late night reading, texting, betaing and cheerleading. She's loverly.
The first dead body Jane Rizzoli ever saw - like, really saw, like studied - wasn’t a homicide. It wasn’t even on the job. It wasn’t even human. It was a bird. A sparrow; just a common, everyday little sparrow. Fine, passer domesticus, whatever. Really not the point of the story. Just a splayed-out bunch of feathers; shades of white and gold and brown and dead, just like that. Into a window, just like that. All of that life and hope and, you know, whatever, stuffed in this little case of hollow bones and lighter-than-air feathers. It seems like a design flaw, to wrap up something as important as life in something as fragile as a body. Something as important as somebody’s life should be wrapped up in Terminator steel and Teflon coating and umpteen layers of Kevlar and whatever that stuff is that they make those indestructible black boxes in airplanes out of.
Something better than a body. A body that’s just as fragile, really, as a sparrow. Okay, so a human’s bones aren’t hollow and, okay, no, we don’t have feathers, and yes, sure, okay, studies on the effects of shock on various life forms probably do indicate that a human body could survive significantly higher levels of physical stress than a sparrow’s, per their body mass whatever units. But the point is, this is the story Jane tells Maura, and this is the story Maura listens to Jane tell, and then somewhere in the corrections about body mass whatever, and the difference in biological imperatives for birds versus people, it happens. And yeah, okay, love and dead sparrows don’t have anything in common, really. Except for when they do, just like that.