TDIR: Convergence (6)
Fandom: The Dark Is Rising
Pairing: Jane/Mary
Warnings: None
Chapter: Six
Rating: G
Summary: Jane and Mary's chance meeting. For 10lilies.
"Jane?"
It makes Jane laugh, really, the coincidence of it all. All the time spent hoping and planning and plotting -- and always Mary was away on holiday, or Will would come to stay with them for a week instead of them staying with him, or Jane wasn't available when the others were. And she's bumped into Mary -- literally bumped -- in the middle of London on a Wednesday. She isn't sure whether that means she's lucky or just cursed. "Mary," she says, and she finds that even now she's sixteen and starting to be the grown up and mature girl people expect, her heart is hammering and her hands are just a little shaky.
She never did manage to shake her infatuation with Mary.
"It's been years," Mary says, taking her hands and squeezing them. "I almost thought you were avoiding me!"
"Oh, no," she says, quickly, in case Mary really believes that, "I would never have... I mean, I wanted to see you."
"I didn't mean it literally, silly," she says, rolling her eyes. She's still holding Jane's hands, and Jane wonders whether it's an accident, or whether it means something -- anything. She tries not to think about it too much.
"Do you want to... go for a cup of tea somewhere? I'm sure there's somewhere nice nearby..."
"I know somewhere," Mary says, and she finally bends to pick up a shopping bag Jane's collision with her knocked out of her hand. She straightens up, her long blonde hair tumbling around her face, and gives Jane a smile that reminds her of Will. "I've finished all my shopping now, so if it's alright with you, I'd like to keep you to myself for the rest of the day."
"Yes," Jane says, and she's sure she's dazed or something -- she thinks for a moment that she must've stumbled and hit her head, not stumbled into Mary, and all of this is a dream. "Yes, it's fine with me."
She's known girls she liked since Mary, of course. She's kissed girls -- gone out with girls. She shouldn't really be acting like this, like she's right back in the middle of that summer and in the middle of falling in love with Mary. She thinks she's probably making an idiot of herself, and she hopes it doesn't look that way to Mary. She follows her to the teashop -- stupidly, dizzily aware of one of Mary's hands still holding hers.
"Well then," Mary says, once they're sat in the teashop together, bags collected underneath their feet. "You have to tell me everything about what you've been up to, Jane. Everything."
Jane doesn't even think to ask why Mary never wrote to her. Somehow, that doesn't seem to matter anymore.
She tells her everything. Almost everything, at least -- she doesn't mention the girls.
Pairing: Jane/Mary
Warnings: None
Chapter: Six
Rating: G
Summary: Jane and Mary's chance meeting. For 10lilies.
"Jane?"
It makes Jane laugh, really, the coincidence of it all. All the time spent hoping and planning and plotting -- and always Mary was away on holiday, or Will would come to stay with them for a week instead of them staying with him, or Jane wasn't available when the others were. And she's bumped into Mary -- literally bumped -- in the middle of London on a Wednesday. She isn't sure whether that means she's lucky or just cursed. "Mary," she says, and she finds that even now she's sixteen and starting to be the grown up and mature girl people expect, her heart is hammering and her hands are just a little shaky.
She never did manage to shake her infatuation with Mary.
"It's been years," Mary says, taking her hands and squeezing them. "I almost thought you were avoiding me!"
"Oh, no," she says, quickly, in case Mary really believes that, "I would never have... I mean, I wanted to see you."
"I didn't mean it literally, silly," she says, rolling her eyes. She's still holding Jane's hands, and Jane wonders whether it's an accident, or whether it means something -- anything. She tries not to think about it too much.
"Do you want to... go for a cup of tea somewhere? I'm sure there's somewhere nice nearby..."
"I know somewhere," Mary says, and she finally bends to pick up a shopping bag Jane's collision with her knocked out of her hand. She straightens up, her long blonde hair tumbling around her face, and gives Jane a smile that reminds her of Will. "I've finished all my shopping now, so if it's alright with you, I'd like to keep you to myself for the rest of the day."
"Yes," Jane says, and she's sure she's dazed or something -- she thinks for a moment that she must've stumbled and hit her head, not stumbled into Mary, and all of this is a dream. "Yes, it's fine with me."
She's known girls she liked since Mary, of course. She's kissed girls -- gone out with girls. She shouldn't really be acting like this, like she's right back in the middle of that summer and in the middle of falling in love with Mary. She thinks she's probably making an idiot of herself, and she hopes it doesn't look that way to Mary. She follows her to the teashop -- stupidly, dizzily aware of one of Mary's hands still holding hers.
"Well then," Mary says, once they're sat in the teashop together, bags collected underneath their feet. "You have to tell me everything about what you've been up to, Jane. Everything."
Jane doesn't even think to ask why Mary never wrote to her. Somehow, that doesn't seem to matter anymore.
She tells her everything. Almost everything, at least -- she doesn't mention the girls.