Dread (1/1)
Title: Dread
Author: tromana
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Jane/Lisbon
Summary: What the hell just happened? A night that started out so well takes a turn for the worse.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Spoilers: None
Notes: Written for 15genres1prompt. Genre: horror
Dread
“What’s that?” Lisbon asked quietly, breaking their kiss suddenly.
“It’s nothing,” Jane answered, with a furrowed brow.
Lisbon stared at him quizzically, disbelieving. Everything had been going so well and yet, she was suddenly on edge. He reached forwards and gently brushed her bare arms. She shuddered slightly at the touch, but it wasn’t the same as it had been merely minutes beforehand. It was a nervous twitch, not one of desire and longing. Somehow, it seemed that something had completely switched in her mind and now, she was no longer interested in him.
“Teresa,” he said simply, “look at me.”
She shook her head and ignored him entirely. Instead, she mumbled something about hearing something odd, no specifics, just something. Jane had heard rumors about the hotel being haunted by a young girl, but naturally, he’d scoffed at them. However, he knew Lisbon, deep down, wasn’t as cynical as she pretended to be. It was entirely plausible that she had heard said rumors and that they had unsettled her somehow. But that wouldn’t have explained how and why she had been fine earlier.
Suddenly, she straightened and pulled herself up to her fullest height. Determinedly, she stepped forwards. Jane called her name repeatedly, but she blanked him, as if he needn’t have been there at all. He took a few steps forwards and felt as if he, too, had suddenly been enveloped by dread. His dread was not the same as hers; his was for her. He didn’t like to see her - or anyone he cared about, for that matter - like this.
“Teresa, what are you doing?” he practically yelled.
She ignored him as she moved across the bedroom, semi-naked, her pale skin almost shimmering in the moonlight haze. It would have been a beautiful sight to behold had she be heading towards him instead of the window. That and the fact that she had seemed transfixed by something, like she was in some sort of a trance. Though Jane was a skilled hypnotist, he would never have wooed her to bed in that way. No, he had only put her in a literal trance the once and that had only been because she has asked, in order to save her reputation and her career. Jane's brow furrowed tightly. Lisbon hadn't been near anyone who could hypnotize her; the past few months he had been keeping an extra close watch on her. Red John was still out there and Jane knew that by daring to start a relationship with her, they had painted those targets on their backs larger and brighter. She hadn't cared, had said he was worth it.
But none of that explained why she was in a trance.
“Lisbon,” he shouted louder, hoping that the use of her surname would get through to her.
He placed a hand on her shoulder, which she quickly shook off. When Lisbon turned around, the sheer terror was shining bright in her eyes. Jane hated that look. If Lisbon - his white knight - was that scared, it meant there was really something to be worried about.
“Get away from me!”
“Teresa, it's me, Patrick. I'm not going to hurt you,” he said soothingly and held out an encouraging hand.
She ignored it and was almost blind with rage. Lisbon repeated herself and yet, she wasn’t even looking directly at Jane but straight over his shoulder. Jane turned around, but there was nothing and no one there. As he did so, Lisbon took the opportunity to throw the door open and step out onto the balcony of their hotel room.
When he finally returned his attention to her, Lisbon was balancing precariously on the barrier and the wind whipped at her hair. The tears shone in her eyes as she glanced sadly back at Jane.
“Don't make me do this,” she mumbled.
“I'm not making you do anything,” he whispered and once more, he held out his hand. “Come on, come back inside. We'll talk, yes?”
“I'm sorry,” she said and she stared him straight in the eye as she did so.
And then, finally, she turned and jumped. Jane called out her name, though he knew it was in vain. Quickly, he grabbed hold of his jacket, relieved that they hadn't divested one another of all their clothes and wrapped it around himself. He bolted out of the room and downstairs, taking it two steps at a time. It took him barely a minute and a half to reach Lisbon in total. He hadn't even given himself a chance to think; he just had to get beside her and fast.
As he looked over her broken body, hoping against hope for some sort of miracle, though he knew that it was virtually impossible, he heard a girlish giggle. Not just any laugh, but one that was painfully familiar, even after all the years apart from her.
“Charlotte?” he questioned and her name stuck slightly in the back of his throat.
The laughter repeated before disappearing into the ether. Jane collapsed by liabon's body in a boneless heap, heaving.
What the hell had just happened?
Author: tromana
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Jane/Lisbon
Summary: What the hell just happened? A night that started out so well takes a turn for the worse.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Spoilers: None
Notes: Written for 15genres1prompt. Genre: horror
Dread
“What’s that?” Lisbon asked quietly, breaking their kiss suddenly.
“It’s nothing,” Jane answered, with a furrowed brow.
Lisbon stared at him quizzically, disbelieving. Everything had been going so well and yet, she was suddenly on edge. He reached forwards and gently brushed her bare arms. She shuddered slightly at the touch, but it wasn’t the same as it had been merely minutes beforehand. It was a nervous twitch, not one of desire and longing. Somehow, it seemed that something had completely switched in her mind and now, she was no longer interested in him.
“Teresa,” he said simply, “look at me.”
She shook her head and ignored him entirely. Instead, she mumbled something about hearing something odd, no specifics, just something. Jane had heard rumors about the hotel being haunted by a young girl, but naturally, he’d scoffed at them. However, he knew Lisbon, deep down, wasn’t as cynical as she pretended to be. It was entirely plausible that she had heard said rumors and that they had unsettled her somehow. But that wouldn’t have explained how and why she had been fine earlier.
Suddenly, she straightened and pulled herself up to her fullest height. Determinedly, she stepped forwards. Jane called her name repeatedly, but she blanked him, as if he needn’t have been there at all. He took a few steps forwards and felt as if he, too, had suddenly been enveloped by dread. His dread was not the same as hers; his was for her. He didn’t like to see her - or anyone he cared about, for that matter - like this.
“Teresa, what are you doing?” he practically yelled.
She ignored him as she moved across the bedroom, semi-naked, her pale skin almost shimmering in the moonlight haze. It would have been a beautiful sight to behold had she be heading towards him instead of the window. That and the fact that she had seemed transfixed by something, like she was in some sort of a trance. Though Jane was a skilled hypnotist, he would never have wooed her to bed in that way. No, he had only put her in a literal trance the once and that had only been because she has asked, in order to save her reputation and her career. Jane's brow furrowed tightly. Lisbon hadn't been near anyone who could hypnotize her; the past few months he had been keeping an extra close watch on her. Red John was still out there and Jane knew that by daring to start a relationship with her, they had painted those targets on their backs larger and brighter. She hadn't cared, had said he was worth it.
But none of that explained why she was in a trance.
“Lisbon,” he shouted louder, hoping that the use of her surname would get through to her.
He placed a hand on her shoulder, which she quickly shook off. When Lisbon turned around, the sheer terror was shining bright in her eyes. Jane hated that look. If Lisbon - his white knight - was that scared, it meant there was really something to be worried about.
“Get away from me!”
“Teresa, it's me, Patrick. I'm not going to hurt you,” he said soothingly and held out an encouraging hand.
She ignored it and was almost blind with rage. Lisbon repeated herself and yet, she wasn’t even looking directly at Jane but straight over his shoulder. Jane turned around, but there was nothing and no one there. As he did so, Lisbon took the opportunity to throw the door open and step out onto the balcony of their hotel room.
When he finally returned his attention to her, Lisbon was balancing precariously on the barrier and the wind whipped at her hair. The tears shone in her eyes as she glanced sadly back at Jane.
“Don't make me do this,” she mumbled.
“I'm not making you do anything,” he whispered and once more, he held out his hand. “Come on, come back inside. We'll talk, yes?”
“I'm sorry,” she said and she stared him straight in the eye as she did so.
And then, finally, she turned and jumped. Jane called out her name, though he knew it was in vain. Quickly, he grabbed hold of his jacket, relieved that they hadn't divested one another of all their clothes and wrapped it around himself. He bolted out of the room and downstairs, taking it two steps at a time. It took him barely a minute and a half to reach Lisbon in total. He hadn't even given himself a chance to think; he just had to get beside her and fast.
As he looked over her broken body, hoping against hope for some sort of miracle, though he knew that it was virtually impossible, he heard a girlish giggle. Not just any laugh, but one that was painfully familiar, even after all the years apart from her.
“Charlotte?” he questioned and her name stuck slightly in the back of his throat.
The laughter repeated before disappearing into the ether. Jane collapsed by liabon's body in a boneless heap, heaving.
What the hell had just happened?