Fic: Now That It's Done - Part Five [ER]
Title: Now That It's Done - Part Five [ER]
Rating: PG 13
Ship: Kerry Weaver/Kim Legaspi
Disclaimer: Not mine; never were! No copyright infringement intended.
Summary: After paths their paths cross accidentally, Kim appears on Kerry's doorstep one night and decides to stay for pancakes.
Previous Chapters: ( Part One) ( Part Two) (Part Three) ( Part Four)
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Kim stared at the walls surrounding her, curious at what she'd discover. Kerry had lead her up to the guest room then said she'd return with pajamas - but that had been a few moments ago. Kim was proud of herself, she hadn't touched much, not wanting to be caught running her fingers over everything in an effort to try to glean as much information as she could about the strange and familiar woman who'd brought her up here.
The walls were a warm beige, Kerry mentioned they'd be lighter in the sun - she offered to turn on the overhead, but Kim insisted on the soft glow of the bedside lamp. The large bed was laid out in the center of the room, dressed in crisp white sheets. Of course it'd be ready for company, Kim thought to herself, smoothing out a non-existant wrinkle, it was such a Weaver thing. Kim also had a guest room for the rare friend who couldn't make it home, except hers was currently buried in about 3 years worth of wrinkled laundry, old textbooks and gift wrap. Across from the bed, the wall was dominated by a series of dark wooden bookshelves. Each was meticulously organized with books and binders with the odd photo or memento acting as a bookend. The far wall was made mostly of glass, with a door that lead to a small balcony - Kim supposed the inkly blackness that was beyond was the Atlantic. In the corner, against the glass wall stood a wooden desk holding a slim silver laptop and a stack of file folders with a pen placed just so.
Kim cocked her head to the side, hearing footsteps in the hall stop short. Curious, she made her way to the door and opened it slightly - peering out into the dark hallway. Across from her room was Henry's, his closed door now opened and revealing more than she was ever meant to see - a still grieving woman illuminated by the orange glow of her son's nightlight. Kim knew she should close the door, but couldn't bring herself to do it. It was fascinating to Kim, watching people, in their most unguarded moments, to see what they did when they thought no one was watching them. For her, it was like falling in love with her job all over again. Hiding herself behind her door, she continued to watch as Kerry went through the room, picking up some clothes and folding them, taking the crumpled blanket from the foot of Henry's bed and draping it back on his tiny body. She then stopped and kneeled down beside his bed, brushing the dark hair off of his face, she murmured something so softly that Kim couldn't hear, then placed a soft kiss on his forehead. Kim softly shut the door, more out of fear of getting caught overstepping her bounds her bounds as guest than any other sense of propriety. She knew Kerry would be back in a moment and she needed a cover, something to make it seem she had passed the time without intruding. She eyed the books - then noticed the small sound system with an iPod in the center of one of the units. She quickly picked it up and began fiddling with it when Kerry knocked on the door and slowly opened it. "Can I come in?" She asked poking her head in.
"Of course," Kim replied, turning her attention from the gadget in her hand to the woman who just walked in. "Dad rock, Ker? Really?"
"What? Last time you were all cranky because all I listened to was motown, I'm moving up through the decades." Kerry defended herself, as she set a small bundle on the bed. "Besides, the Stones are great to work to."
"Yeah, about that..." Kim began "What do you do?"
"What do you mean? You saw me at the station."
"I did. And while I'm sure you make a good living from that, I sincerely doubt that it's enough for this house."
"That's where your wrong - it's enough for this house."
"But..." The blonde lead on.
"It's not enough for this view." Kerry began to blush. She got Weaver flustered. Excellent. It was about time Kim had the upper hand, if even for a moment.
"Ah. And what is it that provides us with this view? Which I still haven't seen, by the way?"
"It's there, I promise. New topic."
"I wasn't done with the original topic." Now this was curious turn, Kim thought.
"New topic Kim." She looked at her with eyes somewhere between pleading and demanding and something reminded her that the woman before her didn't like to get pushed too far. Besides, she could always snoop around in depth once Kerry left.
"So all that Spiritualized & XX downstairs, who's it belong to?" Kim popped the iPod back onto its stand and it began to play softly. Honestly, she didn't want to know if it was going to be a girlfriend's errant iPod, or worse, an ex's. Kim thought she was entirely too sober for dealing with that.
"What?" Kerry stared at her blankly as if she began to speak another language.
"Downstairs, the music you had playing, those were the bands." Kerry shrugged as she stepped towards Kim, whose breath got stuck somewhere between her lungs and her throat as Kerry reached an arm just past the blonde's arm to change the song. "The noisy hipster stuff? I don't know. Julie's I guess."
"Oh. Julie." Kim repeated, tucking a strand behind her ear, nodding in acceptance. Of course it'd be Julie. Who else. Julie was probably some ultra cool gallery owner who was currently off on some sort of whirlwi-
"I think it was from her boyfriend, actually. Julie's my assistant. Not that you were curious at all." Kerry answered, her mouth in a tight line, but her eyes twinkling with knowledge.
"Not at all Weaver. Just because you think you know everything doesn't mean you actually do." Kim smiled, leaning forward, feeling relieved that her runaway imagination had been checked.
And then she kissed her.
A quick kiss - warm and sweet from wine and cake - but a kiss none the less.
It was over. It was nothing more than a glorified peck, really - but it was a kiss, and it was Kerry and ... "God Kerry, I'm sorry, I -"
"Don't worry about it." Kerry gave her hand a light squeeze then stepped back. "It was bound to happen."
"I didn't mean to - I shouldn't have do-" Kerry swiftly stood up on her toes and placed her lips against Kim's for a moment, then lowered herself back down.
"Feel better?" The redhead asked.
"Um. Maybe after another one?"
"Don't push your luck Legaspi, it's not your birthday anymore." Kerry smiled then turned around towards the bed. "I brought you something to change into. If you get cold, I keep a sweater in the drawer of the desk - so feel free to grab that. I also brought you some towels if you wanted to shower tomorrow morning." She handed Kim a pair of grey shorts and a white t-shirt.
"Thanks." Kim took the offered clothes, careful not to touch the other woman's hand - afraid of pushing too far too fast. Not that she knew what she was pushing to.
The air had changed, the mood had changed - suddenly everything grew heavy around them. Kim wasn't sure what to do, she just knew she was desperate to regain that earlier sense of ease. She turned to the darkness past the window. "So that's your ocean?"
"That's our ocean." Kerry repeated, crossing to the balcony door and throwing it open, letting the chill and the sound of the waves rush in at them. Kim stepped forward until she was close enough to feel the heat from the smaller woman, while not quite touching her. This was nice, standing together, staring out into the vast darkness, listening to the dull din of the beach. It was lifetimes away from where she had ever thought she'd be. For once, Kim was glad to have been wrong. "It's beautiful."
"It's dark."
"Well, you see one ocean, you've seen 'em all." Kim smirked, bumping shoulders with the other woman. "You are lucky, seeing it every day. I'm trying to think of the last time I went to the ocean was. I mean, you can see it from the Peaks, but actually going - it's probably been... too long."
"Seems to be a recurring theme in your life."
"I'm sorry, shouldn't I be lying down?" Kim asked, "I mean if you're going to analyze me."
"Good night, Kim." Kerry turned around and headed to the door.
"Good night, Ker." Kim replied, afraid to turn around. She could see the other woman's reflection in the window, leaning against the doorjamb, her exhaustion hiding behind her hair. She always always thought Kerry looked beautiful tired, it was the only time she was unguarded. Vulnerable. She liked that. It was proof that Kerry wasn't as strong as she pretended to be. That she was human, just like the rest of the world. Kim remembered how hard it was to watch Kerry at County General - nobody, herself included, was ever good enough, or quick enough for her. That's what made those precious moments of sheer vulnerability so unexpected, so alluring. If Kim turned around, she wasn't quite sure she'd be able to stop herself from doing or saying something stupid. After a long moment, she heard the click of the door shut behind her.
Ok, so maybe she was starting to get some sort of idea as to what she had been pushing for, she thought as she stripped down, tossing her clothes in the corner. And it was a bad, bad idea. A very bad idea. She repeated as she slid into Kerry's clothes and crawled into bed, turning off the lights. It would be an awful idea, falling back in love with the woman who broke her heart, especially if said woman was still devastatingly heartbreaking, and had a child, and lived clear across the country. The sound of the waves began to carry her towards sleep, further and further from her slowly growing thoughts. There would be time for thinking tomorrow. Tonight, she was safe, and warm, and full of cake and good thoughts. Tomorrow, she thought to herself as she fell deeper into sleep.
Tomorrow.
Rating: PG 13
Ship: Kerry Weaver/Kim Legaspi
Disclaimer: Not mine; never were! No copyright infringement intended.
Summary: After paths their paths cross accidentally, Kim appears on Kerry's doorstep one night and decides to stay for pancakes.
Previous Chapters: ( Part One) ( Part Two) (Part Three) ( Part Four)
~
Kim stared at the walls surrounding her, curious at what she'd discover. Kerry had lead her up to the guest room then said she'd return with pajamas - but that had been a few moments ago. Kim was proud of herself, she hadn't touched much, not wanting to be caught running her fingers over everything in an effort to try to glean as much information as she could about the strange and familiar woman who'd brought her up here.
The walls were a warm beige, Kerry mentioned they'd be lighter in the sun - she offered to turn on the overhead, but Kim insisted on the soft glow of the bedside lamp. The large bed was laid out in the center of the room, dressed in crisp white sheets. Of course it'd be ready for company, Kim thought to herself, smoothing out a non-existant wrinkle, it was such a Weaver thing. Kim also had a guest room for the rare friend who couldn't make it home, except hers was currently buried in about 3 years worth of wrinkled laundry, old textbooks and gift wrap. Across from the bed, the wall was dominated by a series of dark wooden bookshelves. Each was meticulously organized with books and binders with the odd photo or memento acting as a bookend. The far wall was made mostly of glass, with a door that lead to a small balcony - Kim supposed the inkly blackness that was beyond was the Atlantic. In the corner, against the glass wall stood a wooden desk holding a slim silver laptop and a stack of file folders with a pen placed just so.
Kim cocked her head to the side, hearing footsteps in the hall stop short. Curious, she made her way to the door and opened it slightly - peering out into the dark hallway. Across from her room was Henry's, his closed door now opened and revealing more than she was ever meant to see - a still grieving woman illuminated by the orange glow of her son's nightlight. Kim knew she should close the door, but couldn't bring herself to do it. It was fascinating to Kim, watching people, in their most unguarded moments, to see what they did when they thought no one was watching them. For her, it was like falling in love with her job all over again. Hiding herself behind her door, she continued to watch as Kerry went through the room, picking up some clothes and folding them, taking the crumpled blanket from the foot of Henry's bed and draping it back on his tiny body. She then stopped and kneeled down beside his bed, brushing the dark hair off of his face, she murmured something so softly that Kim couldn't hear, then placed a soft kiss on his forehead. Kim softly shut the door, more out of fear of getting caught overstepping her bounds her bounds as guest than any other sense of propriety. She knew Kerry would be back in a moment and she needed a cover, something to make it seem she had passed the time without intruding. She eyed the books - then noticed the small sound system with an iPod in the center of one of the units. She quickly picked it up and began fiddling with it when Kerry knocked on the door and slowly opened it. "Can I come in?" She asked poking her head in.
"Of course," Kim replied, turning her attention from the gadget in her hand to the woman who just walked in. "Dad rock, Ker? Really?"
"What? Last time you were all cranky because all I listened to was motown, I'm moving up through the decades." Kerry defended herself, as she set a small bundle on the bed. "Besides, the Stones are great to work to."
"Yeah, about that..." Kim began "What do you do?"
"What do you mean? You saw me at the station."
"I did. And while I'm sure you make a good living from that, I sincerely doubt that it's enough for this house."
"That's where your wrong - it's enough for this house."
"But..." The blonde lead on.
"It's not enough for this view." Kerry began to blush. She got Weaver flustered. Excellent. It was about time Kim had the upper hand, if even for a moment.
"Ah. And what is it that provides us with this view? Which I still haven't seen, by the way?"
"It's there, I promise. New topic."
"I wasn't done with the original topic." Now this was curious turn, Kim thought.
"New topic Kim." She looked at her with eyes somewhere between pleading and demanding and something reminded her that the woman before her didn't like to get pushed too far. Besides, she could always snoop around in depth once Kerry left.
"So all that Spiritualized & XX downstairs, who's it belong to?" Kim popped the iPod back onto its stand and it began to play softly. Honestly, she didn't want to know if it was going to be a girlfriend's errant iPod, or worse, an ex's. Kim thought she was entirely too sober for dealing with that.
"What?" Kerry stared at her blankly as if she began to speak another language.
"Downstairs, the music you had playing, those were the bands." Kerry shrugged as she stepped towards Kim, whose breath got stuck somewhere between her lungs and her throat as Kerry reached an arm just past the blonde's arm to change the song. "The noisy hipster stuff? I don't know. Julie's I guess."
"Oh. Julie." Kim repeated, tucking a strand behind her ear, nodding in acceptance. Of course it'd be Julie. Who else. Julie was probably some ultra cool gallery owner who was currently off on some sort of whirlwi-
"I think it was from her boyfriend, actually. Julie's my assistant. Not that you were curious at all." Kerry answered, her mouth in a tight line, but her eyes twinkling with knowledge.
"Not at all Weaver. Just because you think you know everything doesn't mean you actually do." Kim smiled, leaning forward, feeling relieved that her runaway imagination had been checked.
And then she kissed her.
A quick kiss - warm and sweet from wine and cake - but a kiss none the less.
It was over. It was nothing more than a glorified peck, really - but it was a kiss, and it was Kerry and ... "God Kerry, I'm sorry, I -"
"Don't worry about it." Kerry gave her hand a light squeeze then stepped back. "It was bound to happen."
"I didn't mean to - I shouldn't have do-" Kerry swiftly stood up on her toes and placed her lips against Kim's for a moment, then lowered herself back down.
"Feel better?" The redhead asked.
"Um. Maybe after another one?"
"Don't push your luck Legaspi, it's not your birthday anymore." Kerry smiled then turned around towards the bed. "I brought you something to change into. If you get cold, I keep a sweater in the drawer of the desk - so feel free to grab that. I also brought you some towels if you wanted to shower tomorrow morning." She handed Kim a pair of grey shorts and a white t-shirt.
"Thanks." Kim took the offered clothes, careful not to touch the other woman's hand - afraid of pushing too far too fast. Not that she knew what she was pushing to.
The air had changed, the mood had changed - suddenly everything grew heavy around them. Kim wasn't sure what to do, she just knew she was desperate to regain that earlier sense of ease. She turned to the darkness past the window. "So that's your ocean?"
"That's our ocean." Kerry repeated, crossing to the balcony door and throwing it open, letting the chill and the sound of the waves rush in at them. Kim stepped forward until she was close enough to feel the heat from the smaller woman, while not quite touching her. This was nice, standing together, staring out into the vast darkness, listening to the dull din of the beach. It was lifetimes away from where she had ever thought she'd be. For once, Kim was glad to have been wrong. "It's beautiful."
"It's dark."
"Well, you see one ocean, you've seen 'em all." Kim smirked, bumping shoulders with the other woman. "You are lucky, seeing it every day. I'm trying to think of the last time I went to the ocean was. I mean, you can see it from the Peaks, but actually going - it's probably been... too long."
"Seems to be a recurring theme in your life."
"I'm sorry, shouldn't I be lying down?" Kim asked, "I mean if you're going to analyze me."
"Good night, Kim." Kerry turned around and headed to the door.
"Good night, Ker." Kim replied, afraid to turn around. She could see the other woman's reflection in the window, leaning against the doorjamb, her exhaustion hiding behind her hair. She always always thought Kerry looked beautiful tired, it was the only time she was unguarded. Vulnerable. She liked that. It was proof that Kerry wasn't as strong as she pretended to be. That she was human, just like the rest of the world. Kim remembered how hard it was to watch Kerry at County General - nobody, herself included, was ever good enough, or quick enough for her. That's what made those precious moments of sheer vulnerability so unexpected, so alluring. If Kim turned around, she wasn't quite sure she'd be able to stop herself from doing or saying something stupid. After a long moment, she heard the click of the door shut behind her.
Ok, so maybe she was starting to get some sort of idea as to what she had been pushing for, she thought as she stripped down, tossing her clothes in the corner. And it was a bad, bad idea. A very bad idea. She repeated as she slid into Kerry's clothes and crawled into bed, turning off the lights. It would be an awful idea, falling back in love with the woman who broke her heart, especially if said woman was still devastatingly heartbreaking, and had a child, and lived clear across the country. The sound of the waves began to carry her towards sleep, further and further from her slowly growing thoughts. There would be time for thinking tomorrow. Tonight, she was safe, and warm, and full of cake and good thoughts. Tomorrow, she thought to herself as she fell deeper into sleep.
Tomorrow.