Fic: Just Like Me ( Rizzoli & Isles)
Title: Just Like Me
Author: Femvamp
Fandom: Rizzoli & Isles
Pairing(s):Jane Rizzoli/Maura Isles
Rating: PG (Like I write anything else)
Spoilers for I'm Your Boogie Man
Authors Note: This isn't my usual kinda work but I really like the idea that maybe Maura really is a little like Charles Hoyt and what does that mean for everyone involved if she ever does get blood on her hands.
“I was right, you are just like me.”
Sleep, she wished she could sleep, but his voice; his words kept invading her dreams. She wondered if this was why Jane always looked so tired. Was his face what she saw at night; did she hear his voice whispering to her? Of course he said different things, because Jane was nothing like Charles Hoyt she was the polar opposite of the man but was it his voice she heard in her nightmares?
“I was right, you are just like me.”
It wasn’t the first time she had blood on her hands. It came with the job. A scalpel was good at cutting into things; living and dead. She had chosen her profession because she had preferred the dead. It wasn’t until she had met Jane Rizzoli that she had gained an appreciation for the living.
There was just something about the woman that made her want. She couldn’t put a finger on what she was feeling because the emotion was new to her. Something that she had never felt before, yes she had felt excitement with others. She had taken lovers before but Jane was different. Jane was special. Jane was unique. Jane made her want.
“I was right, you are just like me.”
It had happened so quickly that she would later tell Jane that she didn’t know why she did it, but it was lie. She knew. He had made threats against Jane. He had escaped from prison and found Maura thinking he would prove a point and he did. He had proved the only point he had ever really wanted to prove.
“I was right, you are just like me.”
If he couldn’t have Jane……
Maura sighed as she gave up trying to sleep and turned over to find a sleeping Jane Rizzoli next to her. Jane had insisted on spending the night and Maura had been in no shape to disagree. Killing Charles Hoyt should have been harder on her and she knew it. Jane had been waiting for her to break down and was still waiting on it but Maura felt no inclination to. She did what she had to do. She didn’t feel bad about it,
She felt nothing.
When she had stabbed him the neck for one brief moment she had felt a sense of joy that she had rid Jane of this man and then he had said those words. He had fallen to the ground soon after. Just as the police came he managed to whisper in her ears his dying words.
“If I can’t have her, you can….because you’re just like me.”
Author: Femvamp
Fandom: Rizzoli & Isles
Pairing(s):Jane Rizzoli/Maura Isles
Rating: PG (Like I write anything else)
Spoilers for I'm Your Boogie Man
Authors Note: This isn't my usual kinda work but I really like the idea that maybe Maura really is a little like Charles Hoyt and what does that mean for everyone involved if she ever does get blood on her hands.
“I was right, you are just like me.”
Sleep, she wished she could sleep, but his voice; his words kept invading her dreams. She wondered if this was why Jane always looked so tired. Was his face what she saw at night; did she hear his voice whispering to her? Of course he said different things, because Jane was nothing like Charles Hoyt she was the polar opposite of the man but was it his voice she heard in her nightmares?
“I was right, you are just like me.”
It wasn’t the first time she had blood on her hands. It came with the job. A scalpel was good at cutting into things; living and dead. She had chosen her profession because she had preferred the dead. It wasn’t until she had met Jane Rizzoli that she had gained an appreciation for the living.
There was just something about the woman that made her want. She couldn’t put a finger on what she was feeling because the emotion was new to her. Something that she had never felt before, yes she had felt excitement with others. She had taken lovers before but Jane was different. Jane was special. Jane was unique. Jane made her want.
“I was right, you are just like me.”
It had happened so quickly that she would later tell Jane that she didn’t know why she did it, but it was lie. She knew. He had made threats against Jane. He had escaped from prison and found Maura thinking he would prove a point and he did. He had proved the only point he had ever really wanted to prove.
“I was right, you are just like me.”
If he couldn’t have Jane……
Maura sighed as she gave up trying to sleep and turned over to find a sleeping Jane Rizzoli next to her. Jane had insisted on spending the night and Maura had been in no shape to disagree. Killing Charles Hoyt should have been harder on her and she knew it. Jane had been waiting for her to break down and was still waiting on it but Maura felt no inclination to. She did what she had to do. She didn’t feel bad about it,
She felt nothing.
When she had stabbed him the neck for one brief moment she had felt a sense of joy that she had rid Jane of this man and then he had said those words. He had fallen to the ground soon after. Just as the police came he managed to whisper in her ears his dying words.
“If I can’t have her, you can….because you’re just like me.”