Fade to Black (1/?)
Title: Fade to Back (1/?)
Pairing: Jane Rizzoli & Maura Isles (of course)
Rating: PG-13ish (for now.... who knows later)
Spoilers: None
A/N: This is my first Maura/Jane fic... I haven't really written anything in a while, nor do I claim to be worlds best author, but like hell I am :) I just hope you guys like this... it's a bit dark at least for starters... For now the story will reflect a lot on Jane and her life. This is definitely a bit A/U... or rather a bit more than a bit? I can guarantee that things will get better, but what can I say I am sucker for stories that take a while to develop so I hope you guys are patient enough with me to ride it out!
Thanks in advanced! :) If there are things about this story that you don't like, feel free to disagree, criticize, I just ask that you will do it in a "kind" manner :) Honesty is one thing, crude is another ball park.
Also.... is there anyone that would be up to doing some beta'ing. I definitely could use some!
Thanks!
-L
Jane Rizzoli rolled over to meet the sun beaming through her window; she woke up with the most enormous headache. The pain was enough to make her head explode or feel as if it contained a million tiny pins. Each pin individually and precisely puncturing their designated location. She couldn’t remember what had made her feel this way. If she had to guess it was somewhere between the last Jaeger bomb she had drank and the last Heineken she could remember drinking. Everything became a blur after a few drinks, or what she would like to believe to only be a few.
Slowly she raised herself off the bed ever so slightly, and felt her insides begin to churn and burn terribly. She knew today was going to be miserable, yet she couldn’t complain to anyone because there was no one to complain to any longer. She had cut all her bridges down and now she was left stranded on the other side of the grand canyon, so to speak, without any support. She had no way of returning back home to the life she had once lived. She was alone and there was nothing left to say about the matter. Several months had passed by since she’d last seen any of the familiar faces she’d grown to both love and hate at the same time.
Moments later she found herself kneeling before the toilet bowl. Contents upon contents of her stomach had begun to find themselves traveling upward. The burning feeling in her stomach slowly dissipated, giving her a slight feeling of relief before she found herself with an even bigger problem. The scent of vomit alone was enough to make her previous actions begin all over again. The chain of events occurred several more times before she had worn herself into exhaustion by continuously vomiting. Her bathroom reeked of the smell but she could no longer care any less as immunity had taken over her.
She reached for a cloth to wash her face, as she looked into the mirror she found herself hating the reflection. Dark orbs no longer radiate the joy they had once possessed. The beautiful smile she once wore effortlessly, never quite reached eyes any longer. Jane's smile was non-existent as she looked at the brown mess that was once considered, hair. Every day her appearance seemed to have become a little less manageable. It had been a long time since she actually cared. The dark circles under her eyes were showing the last time she had received adequate sleep. Long hours at the police station were taking a toll on her health, but she didn’t seem fazed.
She gazed into the mirror for far longer than she would have liked. The previous nauseous feeling coming to head once again at the mere image of what she saw. She couldn't take it any longer and jetted to her bed, her constant place of refuge. She stripped down to her undergarments and sprawled out on the bed. There was a time that she would have slept without anything and would have loved it, but those days were far behind her. As her head her came in contact with the pillow she recognized a familiar scent. It was a fragrance she recognized but couldn’t pin point from where she’d become familiar with the smell. The luminescent aroma of Coconuts filled her nostrils.
Some say that scent is the highest form of recognition and memory retrieval, but Jane easily could have disagreed. She had no idea why the fragrance on her pillow seemed so familiar yet so far away. The brunette could have easily guessed it was perfume of her one-night encounters. Frequent visitors she would meet after a long shift at the station. Every night was the same. She would work a double shift before heading to the bar nearest to her flat. There she would meet a girl and sometimes a guy that seemed interesting enough and bring them back to her place for a night of fun. Sometimes the unsuspecting playmates wanted more, but she was lucky enough that most were looking for the same thing, a night of fun with nothing added to the mix, just the way she enjoyed it. Never had a girl’s perfume had such an impact on her. Coconuts had to mean something to her, yet the answer wouldn’t come to her.
Frustration built up as the brunette contemplated all things relating to the scent, but it was to no avail. Slowly she began to drift to sleep.
Pairing: Jane Rizzoli & Maura Isles (of course)
Rating: PG-13ish (for now.... who knows later)
Spoilers: None
A/N: This is my first Maura/Jane fic... I haven't really written anything in a while, nor do I claim to be worlds best author, but like hell I am :) I just hope you guys like this... it's a bit dark at least for starters... For now the story will reflect a lot on Jane and her life. This is definitely a bit A/U... or rather a bit more than a bit? I can guarantee that things will get better, but what can I say I am sucker for stories that take a while to develop so I hope you guys are patient enough with me to ride it out!
Thanks in advanced! :) If there are things about this story that you don't like, feel free to disagree, criticize, I just ask that you will do it in a "kind" manner :) Honesty is one thing, crude is another ball park.
Also.... is there anyone that would be up to doing some beta'ing. I definitely could use some!
Thanks!
-L
Jane Rizzoli rolled over to meet the sun beaming through her window; she woke up with the most enormous headache. The pain was enough to make her head explode or feel as if it contained a million tiny pins. Each pin individually and precisely puncturing their designated location. She couldn’t remember what had made her feel this way. If she had to guess it was somewhere between the last Jaeger bomb she had drank and the last Heineken she could remember drinking. Everything became a blur after a few drinks, or what she would like to believe to only be a few.
Slowly she raised herself off the bed ever so slightly, and felt her insides begin to churn and burn terribly. She knew today was going to be miserable, yet she couldn’t complain to anyone because there was no one to complain to any longer. She had cut all her bridges down and now she was left stranded on the other side of the grand canyon, so to speak, without any support. She had no way of returning back home to the life she had once lived. She was alone and there was nothing left to say about the matter. Several months had passed by since she’d last seen any of the familiar faces she’d grown to both love and hate at the same time.
Moments later she found herself kneeling before the toilet bowl. Contents upon contents of her stomach had begun to find themselves traveling upward. The burning feeling in her stomach slowly dissipated, giving her a slight feeling of relief before she found herself with an even bigger problem. The scent of vomit alone was enough to make her previous actions begin all over again. The chain of events occurred several more times before she had worn herself into exhaustion by continuously vomiting. Her bathroom reeked of the smell but she could no longer care any less as immunity had taken over her.
She reached for a cloth to wash her face, as she looked into the mirror she found herself hating the reflection. Dark orbs no longer radiate the joy they had once possessed. The beautiful smile she once wore effortlessly, never quite reached eyes any longer. Jane's smile was non-existent as she looked at the brown mess that was once considered, hair. Every day her appearance seemed to have become a little less manageable. It had been a long time since she actually cared. The dark circles under her eyes were showing the last time she had received adequate sleep. Long hours at the police station were taking a toll on her health, but she didn’t seem fazed.
She gazed into the mirror for far longer than she would have liked. The previous nauseous feeling coming to head once again at the mere image of what she saw. She couldn't take it any longer and jetted to her bed, her constant place of refuge. She stripped down to her undergarments and sprawled out on the bed. There was a time that she would have slept without anything and would have loved it, but those days were far behind her. As her head her came in contact with the pillow she recognized a familiar scent. It was a fragrance she recognized but couldn’t pin point from where she’d become familiar with the smell. The luminescent aroma of Coconuts filled her nostrils.
Some say that scent is the highest form of recognition and memory retrieval, but Jane easily could have disagreed. She had no idea why the fragrance on her pillow seemed so familiar yet so far away. The brunette could have easily guessed it was perfume of her one-night encounters. Frequent visitors she would meet after a long shift at the station. Every night was the same. She would work a double shift before heading to the bar nearest to her flat. There she would meet a girl and sometimes a guy that seemed interesting enough and bring them back to her place for a night of fun. Sometimes the unsuspecting playmates wanted more, but she was lucky enough that most were looking for the same thing, a night of fun with nothing added to the mix, just the way she enjoyed it. Never had a girl’s perfume had such an impact on her. Coconuts had to mean something to her, yet the answer wouldn’t come to her.
Frustration built up as the brunette contemplated all things relating to the scent, but it was to no avail. Slowly she began to drift to sleep.