Third Watch Fic: Disclosure (1/2)
Title: Disclosure (1/2)
Author: X_tremeroswellian
Email: faithboscorelli1@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, they're not really mine. I'm just borrowing them for a bit. I'll return them...well, someday. Maybe. :)
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Up through and including "The Relay."
Summary: Faith tells Bosco the truth.
Distribution: If you want it, take it, just let me know.
Category: Alternate-ending to "The Relay."
Subcategories: Bosco/Faith friendship, angst
Feedback: I love it and thrive on it.
Author's Note: I've had this idea spinning in my head for literally weeks now, and after watching "The Relay" about thirty times more than what my parents consider normal, I decided to write it. :)
Disclosure (Part One: Bosco)
"Hey, hey, hey, hey. Where you going?" Bosco asked, surprised that she was just going to walk by him, out of the bar, without so much as saying goodnight.
"I wanna get home," Faith answered, more than a small hint of weariness to her voice as she looked back at him.
He frowned. He wasn't sure how he knew it, but something was wrong. "You all right?" he asked concerned.
"Yeah."
He didn't believe her, not for one minute. "You sure?"
Faith nodded slightly. "Yeah, I'm good."
Bosco looked at her, saw her gaze drop to the floor, saw her lower lip quiver. "Faith."
She glanced at him and he saw that she was fighting to hold back tears. Immediately his stomach tightened. He set his drink down on the table and gently took her by the arm. "Let's get out of here," he muttered, pulling her toward the door.
"What's up with them?" Davis asked, sipping his drink.
"Who knows?" Sully answered, shaking his head.
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They walked down the sidewalk in silence. As the minutes went by, Bosco convinced himself that his partner was just upset about the day's events. The whole thing had really gotten to her, even if she didn't want to admit it.
He didn't understand it himself. It wasn't like they hadn't seen people commit suicide right in front of their eyes before. Why did *this* case bother her so much?
"I need to sit down," Faith said quietly.
"Okay." He followed her over to a wooden bench and sat down beside her. He may not have understood why this had such an affect on her, but she was his partner and he didn't want to send her home while she was this upset.
He glanced over at her. She was sitting on the edge of the bench, staring down at the ground. He felt like he should say something, but since everything he'd said all day just seemed to have pissed her off, he decided it was just best if he kept his mouth shut.
He moved to the edge of the bench, looked down at the sidewalk. His arms rested on his knees, his hands folded together. And he waited.
It was a chilly night and he felt Faith shiver beside him. He ventured a glance at her.
A teardrop was rolling down her cheek.
Oh, fuck. What do I do? he wondered, feeling nervous. He couldn't remember seeing Faith Yokas cry before--ever. And they'd been partners for almost eight years. Surely this one case hadn't upset her this much.
No, something else is wrong, he realized as she made no move to wipe away the tear.
Did Fred fall off the wagon? he wondered. Maybe one of the kids is sick?
Bosco hesitantly reached over and rested one hand on her back. "Faith?"
"Bosco, I lied to you. I'm not going to the shore next week."
He frowned. "So where are you going?"
"I'm scheduled for surgery."
"What? Surgery? Why?" he asked, confused.
She didn't look at him. "I have cancer."
He stared at her, stunned by her words. "What?"
"They found a tumor in my breast. The doctors did a biopsy. It uh...it wasn't encouraging."
Bosco swallowed hard, opened his mouth to speak, then closed it again. He didn't want to believe her. This was *Faith*. Faith *Yokas*. His partner. Probably--no--undoubtedly--the best friend he'd ever had. Faith didn't get sick. Not seriously sick anyway. She couldn't. He needed her.
"Say something," she said softly.
"You're gonna be okay, right?"
She looked over at him. He could see the uncertainty in her eyes, the fear that was there, that had been there all day. Why the hell hadn't he realized it before now? He swallowed hard, feeling more than a bit scared himself. "My doctor thinks the surgery should take care of it. But...there aren't any guarantees."
They stared at each other for a long moment in silence.
Wordlessly, Bosco moved and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close. He felt her take a shuddering breath against him and he buried his face in her hair. "I'm gonna be there. At the hospital," he whispered.
"I'd like that," she whispered back. Her voice was thick with tears.
He held Faith a little tighter, swallowing hard and closing his eyes to keep himself from crying, as well. He felt her arms wind around him as she cried into his shoulder. He rubbed her back gently, wishing he could say something, anything, that would make them both feel better. He wished more than anything he could tell her--and himself--truthfully that everything was going to be all right. But he didn't know that for sure, and he couldn't bring himself to say the words.
So Bosco just held her. Held her and prayed to God that she would get better.
Author: X_tremeroswellian
Email: faithboscorelli1@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, they're not really mine. I'm just borrowing them for a bit. I'll return them...well, someday. Maybe. :)
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Up through and including "The Relay."
Summary: Faith tells Bosco the truth.
Distribution: If you want it, take it, just let me know.
Category: Alternate-ending to "The Relay."
Subcategories: Bosco/Faith friendship, angst
Feedback: I love it and thrive on it.
Author's Note: I've had this idea spinning in my head for literally weeks now, and after watching "The Relay" about thirty times more than what my parents consider normal, I decided to write it. :)
Disclosure (Part One: Bosco)
"Hey, hey, hey, hey. Where you going?" Bosco asked, surprised that she was just going to walk by him, out of the bar, without so much as saying goodnight.
"I wanna get home," Faith answered, more than a small hint of weariness to her voice as she looked back at him.
He frowned. He wasn't sure how he knew it, but something was wrong. "You all right?" he asked concerned.
"Yeah."
He didn't believe her, not for one minute. "You sure?"
Faith nodded slightly. "Yeah, I'm good."
Bosco looked at her, saw her gaze drop to the floor, saw her lower lip quiver. "Faith."
She glanced at him and he saw that she was fighting to hold back tears. Immediately his stomach tightened. He set his drink down on the table and gently took her by the arm. "Let's get out of here," he muttered, pulling her toward the door.
"What's up with them?" Davis asked, sipping his drink.
"Who knows?" Sully answered, shaking his head.
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They walked down the sidewalk in silence. As the minutes went by, Bosco convinced himself that his partner was just upset about the day's events. The whole thing had really gotten to her, even if she didn't want to admit it.
He didn't understand it himself. It wasn't like they hadn't seen people commit suicide right in front of their eyes before. Why did *this* case bother her so much?
"I need to sit down," Faith said quietly.
"Okay." He followed her over to a wooden bench and sat down beside her. He may not have understood why this had such an affect on her, but she was his partner and he didn't want to send her home while she was this upset.
He glanced over at her. She was sitting on the edge of the bench, staring down at the ground. He felt like he should say something, but since everything he'd said all day just seemed to have pissed her off, he decided it was just best if he kept his mouth shut.
He moved to the edge of the bench, looked down at the sidewalk. His arms rested on his knees, his hands folded together. And he waited.
It was a chilly night and he felt Faith shiver beside him. He ventured a glance at her.
A teardrop was rolling down her cheek.
Oh, fuck. What do I do? he wondered, feeling nervous. He couldn't remember seeing Faith Yokas cry before--ever. And they'd been partners for almost eight years. Surely this one case hadn't upset her this much.
No, something else is wrong, he realized as she made no move to wipe away the tear.
Did Fred fall off the wagon? he wondered. Maybe one of the kids is sick?
Bosco hesitantly reached over and rested one hand on her back. "Faith?"
"Bosco, I lied to you. I'm not going to the shore next week."
He frowned. "So where are you going?"
"I'm scheduled for surgery."
"What? Surgery? Why?" he asked, confused.
She didn't look at him. "I have cancer."
He stared at her, stunned by her words. "What?"
"They found a tumor in my breast. The doctors did a biopsy. It uh...it wasn't encouraging."
Bosco swallowed hard, opened his mouth to speak, then closed it again. He didn't want to believe her. This was *Faith*. Faith *Yokas*. His partner. Probably--no--undoubtedly--the best friend he'd ever had. Faith didn't get sick. Not seriously sick anyway. She couldn't. He needed her.
"Say something," she said softly.
"You're gonna be okay, right?"
She looked over at him. He could see the uncertainty in her eyes, the fear that was there, that had been there all day. Why the hell hadn't he realized it before now? He swallowed hard, feeling more than a bit scared himself. "My doctor thinks the surgery should take care of it. But...there aren't any guarantees."
They stared at each other for a long moment in silence.
Wordlessly, Bosco moved and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close. He felt her take a shuddering breath against him and he buried his face in her hair. "I'm gonna be there. At the hospital," he whispered.
"I'd like that," she whispered back. Her voice was thick with tears.
He held Faith a little tighter, swallowing hard and closing his eyes to keep himself from crying, as well. He felt her arms wind around him as she cried into his shoulder. He rubbed her back gently, wishing he could say something, anything, that would make them both feel better. He wished more than anything he could tell her--and himself--truthfully that everything was going to be all right. But he didn't know that for sure, and he couldn't bring himself to say the words.
So Bosco just held her. Held her and prayed to God that she would get better.