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julieverne · 8 months ago

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The first time Jane's not drunk enough to pass it off as a mistake. It's early into their friendship; Maura still asks for Jane's sweats instead of digging them out of a drawer. She's wearing them, her hair still wet from the shower. It's been a rough day, a gross day, one that requires multiple showers. Maura looks sad so Jane hugs her the way she'd hug anyone who'd had stomach liquid land in their hair.

Maura holds her close. Maura is awkward to hug; she stiffens but doesn't pull away. She waits to make sure Jane's not making some sort of mistake, and then she pushes forward too hard, her breath all raggedy like she's trying not to cry, her hands holding Jane too hard, as though Jane will push her away if she lets go too soon, like she's scared it's not real - like she's scared Jane's not real.

And that night, the first time, Maura's wet hair against Jane's chin, her hands finally learning how to relax on Jane's body so she doesn't leave her bruised, Jane feels Maura's pelvis press against her. It's not on purpose, but Jane's breath catches and she pushes back and Maura's breath comes all thin and thready, the warmth of her against Jane's thigh promising worlds Jane can't even imagine and then they're dry humping up against Jane's ancient refrigerator that came with her apartment and Jane comes with Maura with an irritated hum from the overworked appliance, gasping for breath.

Jane has only had two beers. She glances at them wistfully, looking for an excuse, then looks down to Maura's flushed, embarassed face.

Maura's her best friend. Maura's the best friend she's ever had.

"It's okay," Jane says when she can talk, and she feels Maura relax against her. They're still hugging. "It's been a long day. We're probably just frustrated."

They haven't kissed. That would make it something it's not.

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The next time Jane is too drunk. Maura finds her between her pain meds and a bottle of whiskey. Jane growls at her when she takes both bottles. Maura sits and pulls Jane against her, holding her. There is a bucket discreetly placed on the floor next to the couch.

"You're poisoning yourself."

"I put you in danger," Jane finally confesses. It's been weighing on her so long.

"You saved my life. Mine and Frankie's too."

"I should have known he was dirty. He should have never gotten near you." Jane's voice is low and raspy and she feels Maura's stomach clench as she speaks. She pulls away to look down at Maura. "I failed you."

Maura's crying. Jane touches her cheek and licks at the moisture on her fingers. She's dehydrated, and she lets Maura hold water to her mouth, lets Maura wipe her lips clear.

"You have never failed me."

Jane wants to kiss her, but they're not like that. She pushes herself on top of Maura and grinds down against her, gasping when Maura's pelvis rises to meet her, watching Maura's face beneath her. She brushes hair and tears away from Maura's face, with her fingers, with her lips.

Maura comes first, gloriously hard against Jane, arching up into her, a stifled little moan that sounds like Jane's name. It's enough to push Jane over the precipice she's been hovering over too long, and she joins Maura in pleasure, noting she's pushed Maura's dress up, her scarred palms brushing over Maura's bare thighs.

Jane collapses atop Maura, too tired and content to move.

"You have never failed me," Maura says again, and Jane feels those soft, strong fingers brushing through her messy hair, feels them on her back as Maura holds her tight enough that Jane wonders if Maura will ever let her go.

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The next time they're not drunk. They're at Maura's, and Jane doesn't know why she's not more freaked out about this. It's not technically sex, but it's close enough that she should be questioning herself, trying to figure out if she likes women.

Instead her hand is sliding up the hem of Maura's dress in her spare bedroom; they've avoided bedrooms so far, but here they are. Maura's hands are in Jane's shirt and she whimpers as Jane's fingers make contact with her satin underpants.

They're still not kissing because that would make it something else. Something like commitment, like Jane's heart doesn't break every time Maura has a date. This is new; Jane's never touched a woman like this before, but Maura's hips tilt and Jane can't withhold anything Maura needs. She can figure out the landmarks from here and she uses less pressure than she would for herself because she figures Maura's precious and delicate and whatever and she's right because she feels the pulse as it happens, Maura's hands holding her so tight that it's an effort to breathe, and then Maura's hand is on her, and she's never been so wet; she's almost embarrassed until Maura's eyes meet hers in awe and it's all Jane can do to keep from kissing her for being so sweet and understanding and so, so good at making Jane come.

Maura's hand cups her until she's sure Jane is done. "Sweet dreams," Maura says, and extracts herself. Jane collapses on the bed and wonders if she wants more or less from whatever they're doing.

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The next time they're in a shower. Jane fell into a river and Maura went in after her. They got hosed down at the precinct, but there is pond weed and an ickiness that remains. They shower together because they both need a shower and Jane's place is small. Maura touches the bullet wound on Jane's stomach and then gives Jane a knowing look as she slides her fingers lower, where the wet heat of Jane has been waiting for her touch. Jane's legs shake and she has to lean against the shower wall for balance, pulling Maura close and returning the favour. She's so wet - not from the shower, from touching Jane, and that's when Jane starts to wonder what they're doing. She's happy enough to be having mind-blowing sex with the most attractive person she's ever met, but she's not ready to talk about it. Not even with Maura.

She watches with satisfaction as Maura thrusts down against her fingers, grunts with pleasure as Maura bites down on her shoulder to muffle the noise she makes when she comes.

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And then Dean is in town. It's so, so awkward. Ma is pushing her. Maura is pushing her. Everyone wants her to be straight. Jane badly wants to be straight and Dean is there.

Jane doesn't even come. Doesn't even come close. She fakes it so he'll stop touching her so wrong. He falls asleep and Jane thinks of Maura's soft, gentle fingers, her fierce determination. The way she looks so pretty when Jane's inside her. Jane cries the way she should have when she put a bullet in herself to buy the woman she loved enough time to save her.

Jane cries because Maura doesn't love her, and Jane's just realised she does.

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Maura's mad at her. She throws Dean in her face. They bicker, but when Jane finally gets home, Maura is there.

"Your parents are in the hospital," Jane snipes, but there's no real ire left in her.

"I'm not... I'm not.... not mad. And I don't forgive you. I might never."

"Then why are you here?"

Jane knows; she can almost smell her from here. The air is thick and filled with everything left unsaid.

Maura crosses the room and shuts the door behind Jane, then slams her against it, sliding the deadbolt.

"How many?"

"What?"

"How many orgasms did he give you, Jane? What did he give you that I couldn't?"

"You told me... you chose the dress..."

"And you came when I called." Maura's anger leaves her and she slumps.

"I'll always come for you," Jane admits.

"You've never let me down," Maura agrees.

"You can shoot my dad if you want. It'll make us even."

Maura laughs bitterly and Jane wants to fix this. She takes Maura's chin in her palm and lifts Maura's face to hers. She lets her fingers stroke Maura's soft cheek as she looks into those deeply hurt hazel eyes, glittering gold with tears. She lowers her head so slowly that Maura has plenty of time to move away.

She doesn't. She meets Jane in the middle. They kiss, finally, after three years of not getting around to it. After three years of the most tender, loving sex Jane has ever had.

Maura's lips are so soft that Jane finds herself moaning into Maura's mouth. Maura grasps her like she used to; scared Jane isn't real, scared Jane doesn't mean it. Her tongue should be illegal because Jane's knees buckle when it brushes her own.

Then Maura's sharp teeth are digging into her bottom lip and Maura pulls away, her eyes flashing angrily.

"On your knees," Maura says, and her lips are swollen from Jane kissing them and Jane drops like a rock at the order, her hands already pushing the dress up out of the way, already pulling down what remains between them. She devours Maura utterly; she's drenched and running down Jane's chin, over her lips and tongue. It's better than anything she did with Dean; Jane hasn't been touched and she is throbbing and soaked.

Maura's fingers curl in her hair and she thrusts shallowly against Jane's open mouth. Jane licks her clean, waiting patiently. Maura just retrieves her underwear and leaves without another word. Jane makes herself come quickly once the door closes, tears down her cheeks and Maura on her lips. She slumps and leans against the closed door, holding herself since nobody else will.

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Maura forgives Jane. She kind of has to; Jane saved her life and her leg. And Maura saved them both with the coordinates. They forgive each other but what lies between them remains fractured. They make sure they're not alone. They seek out other company.

And then Jane gets a new mattress and Maura is the only person in her life helping her.

"Can I come?" Maura asks, when Jane talks about her dream wedding. Jane rolls onto her side and looks at her. It's okay, being alone with her now. It doesn't hurt like it used to. She knows now she broke them up, knows now there's nothing she can say that will fix things.

"You always do," Jane says without thinking. Maura put her drink down and looks Jane over with a hunger Jane recognises.

"I left you hanging. I owe you one."

"It's okay," Jane says, even though it's not, even though she'd cried on the floor for well over an hour, hoping to hear Maura's footsteps outside, hoping she'd changed her mind. "I always let you down."

"You have never," Maura says, rolling onto her side to face Jane, "and I mean never let me down."

"Never even run around and hurt you?"

Maura doesn't recognise the lyrics. Jane has never been able to RickRoll her because Maura never knows when she's being RickRolled.

"I was mad about Dean. But we weren't exclusive, and I was seeing people too. We never talked about it, did we?"

Jane's hands are shaking. She nods slowly, looking over at Maura. Her voice is low and sexy, and Jane loves when she speaks foreign languages. It's so hot. Maura is so hot, but she's at her hottest when she's underneath Jane.

Jane rolls on top of her so easily that Maura's already thrusting up at her. But this time Jane is leaning down and kissing her. Jane is holding her tenderly. Jane is pulling off her tank top and sliding Maura's buttons undone, she is pressing her bare skin against Maura like she's one of those animals that breathe through their skin and Maura is oxygen to her. Jane checks in with her as her hand crawls down Maura's strong abdomen.

"You know I love you?" Jane says, then shakes her head. "I mean, I do. I love you. I've missed you. I'm really, really into you."

"Not quite," Maura says, and tilts herself up against Jane's questing fingers until they slide home, Maura as always wet enough to take as much of Jane as she can. Jane's palm rubs the little circles that drive Maura wild and her fingertips brush slowly against the wet warmth of her, against the softness that makes Maura sob as she comes in Jane's arms, Jane kissing her gently, brushing her tears away, holding her as she moves against Jane until she stills and pulls Jane closer. "I owe you two."

"You owe me a new mattress; we've ruined this one."

Maura chuckles, and Jane knows everything is going to be okay.

#rizzoli and isles #rizzoli & isles #maura isles #rizzles #jane rizzoli #rizzles fanfic

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contrarianwitt · 6 months ago

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rereading bllb part 3:

adam spending the entire book thinking he is alone and unknowable then realizing that ronan truly does know him, maybe more than he knows himself

love that adam, gansey, and ronan cover the entire spectrum of types of assholes

oh my goddd the whole blue lily, lily blue things is because its mirrored. duh how did i not realize that

omfg ronan wearing his damn tie right for adam’s fathers trial… don’t talk to me.

AGAIN BLUE WHAT IS YOUR LEG ROUTINE QUEEN

ughh i could write an entire essay on the significance of adam defending blue to the catcaller and how it’s such a progression from how he sees her in the first two books

WAIT BLUE ALSO SAYING “NEXT TIME ILL LET YOU DIE” TO ADAM LIKE WHAT HE SAID TO RONAN ughh just solidifying adam and ronan as this magical unnerving dangerous duo who are more similar then they think

I LOVE ADAM “TEEN SOCIOPATH” PARRISH THE HORROR MOVIE TWIN SCENE IS SO GOOD

“ronan holding her as tightly as he would hold his brother matthew, his cheek on her shoulder” i love love love blue and ronan the fact that he sees her as his little sister basically

the gray man being the best father figure in the series is so funny considering (1) he just met blue two months ago, went on one date with maura, but still sticks around and is willing to die for them and (2) he kills ronan’s father, the former “best” father figure that any of them had

wait i forgot blue actually does stab one of the greenmantle hitmans. icon!!

poor gansey everyone else is grappling with their cool new magical abilities and he’s over there dealing his own mortality and grappling that his end is imminent

bllb part 1 part 2

#this one is longer because the end of bllb is PEAK #bllb is weird because it used to be my favourite and i like the individual scenes but i do think it lags the most #but again the ending is so good i love the caves scenes #rereading trc #the raven cycle #blue sargent #richard gansey #adam parrish #the gray man #ronan lynch #pynch

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deanwinchestersbabygirll · 8 months ago

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Wishful thinking part 2

warnings// fluff, IMPLIED SMUT, little tiny bit of angst (not much) HAPPY ENDING DON’T WORRY

lol summary// heavily requested part 2 to wishful thinking

Dean x reader

word count// 6520

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The days didn't get any easier for Sam since you guys talked. You went back to being oblivious of his feelings, back to being loved up with his brother. Sam swallowed the hurt in his chest and tried to move on, he started having more one night stands, spent less time with either of you alone.... Especially you.

It was a long day of looking for the witch but still you guys couldn't find anything on her. you were drained, Your head was in so much pain you felt like you were gonna explode, Dean took notice right away wrapping his arm around your shoulders pulling you into his side, you let your head roll against his hard chest as he checked in for a room "no one room, two beds please" the women nodded with a smile "actually dean I'm gonna get my own room again, so just two separate rooms with one bed please" Sam confirmed to the receptionist

"Alright Sammy" dean said clapping his back thinking he wanted his own room for another night in the sheets with a pretty lady. Sam rolled his eyes "whatever, I just want my own room" Sam mumbled making Dean laugh "alright ya big baby relax, get your room and... relax" dean dragged out the last word in exaggeration to tease his brother

Sam just huffed out a forced laugh before grabbing room key from the desk and taking off to his room. Dean chuckled as he lead you both to your own room "alright let's get in here and get you into something a little more comfortable" dean said making you chuckle, to anyone else that would sound like an innuendo, but you knew what dean meant, he wanted to get you in your pyjamas so you could sleep away your headache "yeah I feel like I could sleep for a week after today" you whined dragging your body to the bed, kicking your clothes off as you stumbled through the room

Dean laughed tossing you your sleep shorts and his black t shirt (you stole for your sleep shirt many moons ago), he kicked off his own clothes par his shirt and boxers getting in next to you tugging you towards him so your back was right against his front, his arms holding you in place, Dean pressed a small kiss on your cheek before turning the lamp off "night sweetheart" he whispered through your soft snores.

You groaned as a bright light burned your eyes disturbing your sleep, you rolled to your side hiding your face in deans chest making him chuckle "stop moving" your voice muffled again this chest "sorry sweetheart, but we gotta get up. Sam's already texted me... he's got a lead on the witch" you head snapped up right away "why didn't you wake me up let's go bank this bitch!" You exclaimed jumping out of bed and getting dressed right away in jeans and a white shirt

"Dean c'mon let's go" you said pulling on your black boots. Dean watched in awe with a smile on his lips "alright sweetheart I'm getting up" he said when you tossed him his clothes. "Alright let's get going" you said headed towards the door, "oh not just yet sweetheart, c'mere" dan gestured for you to come to him his arms open wide.smiling you took the two short steps towards him, he quickly grabbed your hips pulling you close to him before capturing lips in a sweet kiss, you kissed him back right away, parting your lips against his own to let his tongue in, you stayed in this position for a few minutes before dean pulled away "had to get my good luck kiss" he joked leaving your lips with one last peck before grabbing your hand and leading you out to the impala where Sam was already waiting impatiently

"Alright Sammy whatcha got for me, I'm itching for this one" you said rubbing your hands together menacingly making the younger man smile, he loves how cute you looked when you do that "okay so get this. Maura Jennings is a local. Most people describe her as closed off, rude and aggressive. And every time there's a crime committed, guess who's lurking at the crime scene?" Sam filled you both in while getting into baby, taking off to the suspects house.

"Alrighty, how we going to play this?" You asked the brothers "I'm thinking you and Sammy play FBI, distract her and I sneak in through the back door and find out what she's hiding" dean said handing you your fake badge "oh come on I never do the sneaking around" you whined making him smirk "she'll feel more comfortable talking with a women present, unless she's blind and confuses Sammy as a 6'4 women with a Bob she's less likely to talk long enough for me to snoop" dean said with a laugh at the end "yeah real funny dean, let's just go" Sam mumbled storming off to the house across the street with you following close behind

"Hey Sam, slow down!" You called after him. Sam turned abruptly at the sound of your angelic voice "sorry just not in the mood for... well Dean today" he confessed with a shrug of his shoulders "ah I know he can take the hair jokes a little far sweetie, but he's just trying to make you laugh... one corny joke at a time" you joked nudging his side. Sam let out a hearty laugh making you smile up at him

"Alright you ready?" Sam asked staring down at you "yeah let's do this" you told him knocking on the door. You waited for a few minutes, no sign of the witch answering "maybe she's out getting ingredi-" Sam was cut off by the front door opening slightly , revealing a disheveled liking women with dark black hair, a disgruntled look on her face wearing a long red robe "what do you want?" She demanded keeping the doors chain locked "hello ma'am I'm agent Maximoff and this is agent Rogers, we're here to talk to you about the recent death of Alice jones, a few key witnesses have mentioned you were one of the last people to see her" "I know nothing about that bitches death! I didn't see her. I don't know where your getting your information but it's wrong I'm not a killer-"

Sam was placing his arm in front of you as the women snarled at you wanting to guard you from any attack she had planned "ma'am we're not here to accuse you of anything, we're only here to ask you a few questions in relation to our case" Sam assured her, his heart besting a mile a minute ready for her to have poked any holes in his lie. The women stayed silent as she slammed her door. You looking at Sam confused maybe she wasn't willing to talk at all. You moved to leave her porch when the sound of the door u locking caught your attention "are you coming inside or not" the women scoffed, you shrugged your shoulders at Sam before following her inside to the dark hallway. You just hoped Dean got inside okay.

"You have a very... lovely home Mrs Jennings" she chuckled darkly "it's Ms Jennings actually, Mr Jennings liked the little blonde slams down the road too much" she said before taking a pause "anyway... they got there karma" she's told you and Sam with a laugh "alright, Ms Jennings. What can you tell us about Mr greenway? He was involved in a very serious accident in the grocery store on Wednesday morning, did you see anything that could come across as suspicious?" Sam asked her as he took a seat next to you.

"Oh greenway was a bastard, he had Geraldine- a dear friend of mines heart broken. Did you know he slept with six of his college students, nasty little whores. He got what he deserved" she told you, her lips twisted up in a dark smirk "well that sounds awfully targeted don't you think Ms Jennings?" You questioned, the witch snapped her head in your direction her eyes filled with fury, "how dare you accuse me of such a thing? I think it's time you both leave now!" She ushered you both up and pushed you toward the door.

You felt a hand reach into your pocket, you stoped in your tracks, the witch let out a shriek when she crashed into your back. You reached into your pocket, pulling out a brown little bag "ah hex bag, bad idea" you smirked unwrapping the bag letting all the ingredients fall to the ground "hunters!" She snarled before taking off

"Crap!" Sam said, both of you pulled out your guns heading down to follow her "you go left I'll take right" you whispered to him, Sam nodded taking off after the witch. 'Dean better be hiding' you thought to yourself worried the witch will find him "goddamn it!" You said quietly to yourself when you found a dead end with a closet "Y/N" a familiar voice whispered, you whipped your head towards the closet door sighing in relief "thank god, come on we gotta go find Sam. He's with the witch" dean cursed grabbing your hand before taking off in a run towards the direction Sam went.

Dean and you ran into see the with stood before sam who was spelled to the wall "You think you can come here, inside my home and try and kill me! Who do you think your messing with, boy!" The witch yelled before blowing a purple mist in his face and chanting ' Praecipio tibi ut verum dicas per tres dies proximos'

"Sam!" You yelled rushing toward him, Dean taking the witch on himself "I have plenty left where that came from." The witch told him trying to hide behind the table from him "yeah, but your not gonna last longer than 3..2..1" dean counted down before pulling the trigger hitting her between the eyes "and he scores" dean chuckled before rushing over to you and Sam

"He won't wake up Dean.." you told him panicked brushing the hair away from Sam's eyes as you laid his head in your lap "let me see" Dan rushed to his brothers side checking his pulse "alright he seems fine, let's get him back to the motel and figure out what that bitch did" dean and you pulled Sam up wrapping an arm around each of your shoulders "alright Sammy give us a little help here" you groaned out at the dead weight of him as you and dean walked the unconscious hunter outside

"Alright, I'll get the door you hold him" you said giving Dean Sam's full weight. With a little struggle dean and you managed to get Sam in the back of the impala comfortably. "Hey he'll be alright De, we'll start researching that witches incantation right away" you assured him with a hand on his shoulder, he placed his hand a top yours before being it to his lips "I hope so" dean told you quietly before you set off towards the motel

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"Alright Sammy, let's get you into bed" dean grumbled hoisting his brother up over his shoulders like before "I'll get the door" you said thanking chuck that you guys got bottom floor rooms so there was no steps for you and dean to drag an unconscious Sam up.

Dean laid sam on the bed taking a step back to look at his brother, laying there... breathing but no sign of waking up "I don't like this..." dean confessed sitting next to his brother "i don't either, I promise I'll find out what she did to him. It's my fault this happened to him, we shouldn't have split up." Before dean could argue your wrong you headed towards your and deans shared room to get your spell books

You wiped the tears from your face quickly, you knew Dean would come after you if you didn't come back soon. You just felt horrible, all you had to do was stick with Sam then you could have stopped her before she spelled him. You dried your tears away, grabbed your books and headed back towards Sam's room. Deans head turned toward you, he immediately took notice of your red eyes, he always does. "C'mere sweetheart" dean rushed towards you pulling you into a warm hug "it's not your fault, Sam and I would never blame you for something like this sweetheart" dean assured you, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head

"I know you guys don't, I just- I can't help but feel like it's my fault. I have to find out what she did to him... I just hope it's not serious" you told Dean quietly before breaking away from his embrace, you say on the desk with your books and starting reading looking for the witch's spell.

After a few hours of not finding anything you were beginning to feel hopeless. Dean stepped out to get dinner but he'd be back soon. You stared at Sam just hoping he'd wake up, thankfully after hours it worked, you watched as he stirred letting out a low groan "Sam!" You rushed over to him "Y/N... what happened?" Sam mumbled as he sat up with a groan "the witch is what happened, she spelled you with something, don't worry I'm still trying to figure out what I was, and when I do I promise I'll fix it" Sam stared at you in awe "I'm not worried, I trust you, your the most intelligent and beautiful women I've ever met" you have him a confused look, where'd that come from?

"... thanks Sammy, that's really sweet of you to say" Sam seemed embarrassed before another loving look took over "it's the truth, your beautiful, I hate the fact dean got you first" Sam confessed before slapping his hand over his mouth "what the hell is happening to me??" He questioned worried, why the hell was he spilling his guts to you?

"I think I figured out what she did to you... truth spell?" You told him waiting for his reaction "n-no it's not a truth spell! If it was a truth spell I'd be telling the truth, but I'm telling you the truth..... no I'm telling you the truth, I'm serious, everything I say is the truth-" Sam tried to lie but the spell stopping him, he slammed his hands over his mouth, his face a bright red colour, you had to hold back a laugh not wanting him to feel more embarrassed

"I'm gonna give dean a call and see if he'll be back soon" you said pulling out your phone

"Hello" dean answered. "Hey baby, Sam's awake... and I think I know what the witch did" "what is it?" Dean questioned, you could hear the impala roaring to life on his line "truth spell, it isn't fatal and they normally only last for a certain amount of time. My guess with Sam would be three days based on part of the spell, tres dies proximos. He'll be back to his normal Sammy self in a couple days nothing to worry about" you assured your boyfriend "oh this is gonna be a fun three days" dean said with a hearty laugh on the phone "no, nope, I'm not letting you torture your poor brother in this state" you scolded, dean moaned down the phone "Aw c'mon princess just a little" you giggled "maybe a little bit but nothing too far" you gave in. Dean chuckled down the phone "that's why we're so good together sweetheart, the same twisted humour" you giggled down the phone "you better hurry back now" "I'm on my way beautiful"

"Alrighty Sam, deans on his way now" you assured him as he sat on his bed hand covering his mouth to stop him talking, sam nodded averting his eyes to look at the wall "okay guess your not really in the talking mood" you joked making Sam roll his eyes, "wanna watch some tv while we wait for dean?" Sam just mumbled a 'mmhmm" you giggled at him not wanting to talk and switched on the television, you flicked through some channels before settling on South Park.

You guys got through half an episode when Dean walked in with a bag of burgers and fries, "ah nice choice, good thing the fun hater can't talk you can watch what ya like huh sweetheart" dean said with a laugh, "definitely, now give me my food I'm starving" you told him taking the bag from his hands with a quick kiss to his lips as a thank you

"Sammy come on ya gotta eat, I promise we won't ask you anything" you promised the silent hunter who remained in the bed "I'm not promising anything" dean laughed with an evil smirk resting on his lips. Sam shook his head quickly, sinking back against the bed "dean come on, if your nice to Sam I'll be real nice to you later" you flirted, batting your eyelashes for extra measure

Dean smirked at you with a low chuckle "you know I can never turn that deal down, sweetheart. Consider yourself safe Sammy" Sam swallowed hard having to watch the flirty interaction, he got up and made his way over to where you and dean were sitting together, you on his lap eating your burgers, Sam sat on the only other chair at the table averting his eyes to stare at chicken salad in front of him trying to ignore the hurt in his chest, somehow it was more in's tense with this spell, like all of Sam's senses were magnified. True to his word... more specifically your promise, Dean didn't mess with Sam during dinner, even though it physically pained him not to mess with his brother when he was hit with such a hilarious spell.

Dean and you ate as quickly as possible trying to get out fast to make good on your promise. Once you finished your last bite you threw the wrappers in the trash and pulled Dean from his chair with a grunt, dragging him to the door"Alright then let's give Sam some space so he can rest" you told Dean who was busy grinning like a kid in a candy store. "Night Sammy" you called back over your shoulder before closing the door

"Alright get in there and get your pants off Winchester" Sam heard you say from the now closed door. Sam sighed and turned the volume up as loud as he could without getting any noise complaints and just closed his eyes as tight as he could trying to drown out the sound of your squeals, this was going to be a long three days.

The next morning you woke to your head tucked into his neck, his arm under your pillow (where he kept his gun his hand always close to it in case there were any intruders through the night), while his other wrapped around your waist protectively. He had his leg entangled with your own under the warm covers. You whined as you opened your eyes taking note of the light littering the room, hiding your face tighter against his neck. Dean let out a gruff chuckle at your actions, he ran his free hand up and down your arm leaving goosebumps in their wake

"relax it's still early, we can stay in bed a little while longer" he assured you, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "I know but now I won't get back to sleep again" you mumbled into his neck "well let's talk then" you lifted your head up right away to look at him concerned "okay.... Talk about what?" You hurried out

Dean laughed, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear, something he's always done to calm you down "nothing bad... well I hope it isn't bad" dean told you with a small smile, you nodded your head for him to continue "well you know you and me have been dating a long time-" "six years" you cut in making him chuckle "yeah six years, and I've been thinking...." Dean told you before reaching on the ground for his jeans, he pulled out a deep red small box, you clasped your hand to your mouth, tears filling your eyes in realisation

"Y/N, I'm in love with you and I want to be able to call you my wife. Hell I even want to have kids with you... I have never once thought I would see myself wanting that life... not when I've been hunting and living motel to motel since I was 4 years old, but the day I met you, I knew there was something special there, and six years later... I was right, so what do you say sweetheart, will you marry me?" Dean proposed, opening the box to reveal a beautiful ring with a small but perfect diamond sitting on top "oh my god! Hell yes I'll marry you!" You chocked out through your happy tears

You grabbed the sides of deans face and pulled him into a firm loving kiss, it didn't last long with how much you two smiled against each others lips "here! Put it on me" you laughed out as Dean swiped his thumbs on your cheeks wiping away your tears

He pulled away slightly, taking your hand in his he placed the engagement ring on your ring finger. You sucked in a small breathe "it's so beautiful Dean" you said in awe "someone as beautiful as you are deserves a beautiful to ring to match" he told you with a smirk making you roll your teary eyes "your an idiot" you giggled, Dean smirked before tackle you back down the bed making you let out a small scream "Dean!" You laughed out as he attacked your sides with his fingers making you squirm "I'm sorry! Your not an idiot" you said through giggles

Deans fingers stopped their attack on your sides, you took in deep breaths to calm you heart rate while Dean pulled you into his side, reaching to hold your hand that now sported a beautiful ring "I can't believe we're engaged, this is crazy" you said against his chest, deans chest rumbled as he chuckled "I know its crazy, who's have thought I'd get tied down" he joked slapping his chest lightly "oh please Winchester, I've had you wrapped around my finger since before we started dating, it's about time YOU tied ME down" you sassed to your now Fiancé

Dean chuckled lightly "I'm glad you said yes" furrowing your eyebrows you look up at him "did you really think id ever say no?" You hated when he thought so lowly of himself. Dean shrugged slightly "I don't know... I mean it's not everyday hunters get married, I just didn't know if you would want marriage... especially with m-" you cut him off by clasping your hand over his mouth, deans eyes widened as he stared down at you with a dumbfounded expression "Dean I love you so much and you right I didn't want marriage, until I knew it would be with you. You're the only man I would ever say yes to. Understood?"

Dean nodded his rough hand gently pulling your softer one away from his mouth slowly, Dean pulled you closer to him his lips pressing gently against your own in a small kiss "understood sweetheart" Dean whispered against your lips before deepening the now heated kiss, his hand running down your bare side, hiking your leg roughly over his side making you gasp sharply into the kiss, allowing Dean to dominate your mouth with his tongue.

Sam hadn't slept much that night, for many reasons, one being how stressed he was with keeping his mouth shut for the next few days so he didn't say something he would regret, another being you and Dean getting the room next to his, making his night a living hell. Sam can deal with a lot, he'll he has no choice when he's on the road living with you two, but this was one of the reasons why he wanted his own room far, far away from yours. It only makes it harder for him to get over you, especially when his dreams involve him pulling those beautiful sounds from you... not dean.

He finally got up when he heard the morning start up again behind the wall "freaking animals" he mumbled out annoyed. He pulled on his running outfit before speed walking out the room. He wanted to try and clear his head, everything was too much, the damn spell was affecting his own mind. He couldn't even lie to himself let alone anyone else 'I'm in love with her' ... 'no I'm totally in love with he-' "God dammit!" He said aloud as he walked past a women with mid lengthy dark hair, she turned to give him a hard stare with her brown eyes "excuse me?" She demanded her arms crossing across her chest "o-oh I'm sorry I wasn't talking to you ma'am I was just thinking out loud" Sam defended, embarrassed he'd been caught talking to himself

The women's hard state softened as a small smile took over her lips instead of an angry frown "no problem, my names Maddison, and you are..." she pushed "I'm Sam" the giant hunter said sticking his hand out to hers to shake "well it's nice meeting you Sam, sorry for being harsh, guess you could say I woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning" she joked making him chuckle "yeah I get what you mean, my days started out pretty bad too" he confessed, mentally face palming as he couldn't stop himself "really? I'll tell you why my day sucks if you me why your's does... maybe over some coffee?" She flirted making Sam's heart race, he hasn't had this feeling in a while "yeah definitely, I'd love to" he rushed out as he scratched he'd the back of his neck awkwardly "great, I actually know this cafe it's two blocks away, they make the most amazing hazelnut coffee and ...." she rambled on, Sam smiled watching her, he had a good feeling about this girl.

"Sweetheart, I think Sammy's out, he's not answering the door" Dean called to you from outside the bathroom his, you stepped out from the hot running stream "he's probably just getting food or on his run, ya know Sammy" you yelled out, your voice echoing off the bathroom walls as you washed the conditioner from your hair "yeah your probably right, I'll call him and let him know to bring back some celebratory pie" Dean said as he licked his lips in thought of the tasty pie "tell him to get a whole pie not just a slice this time!" Dean chuckled "that's my girl!" You rolled your eyes with a smile "yeah, yeah.... Tell him to hurry I'm starving, especially after this morning" you said in a teasing tone as you wrapped a towel around your body, walking out to the room to find Dean sat on the bed, phone pressed against his ear "alright we'll see you then Sammy..." Dean hung up the phone quickly when he saw you enter the room giving you a dopey grin

"you're so beautiful" he told you, pushing himself off the unmade bed, he took two steps forward to meet you, placing his rough hands on your towel covered waist "well thank you but I'm i still gotta get ready, so don't get any ideas Winchester"you chastised when you felt his hand start to unravel the knot, Dean groaned placing his head between your head and shoulders "oh don't get sad on me now we've had sex six times between yesterday and this morning, your not exactly starved from it" you reminded him

Dean pulled away from his spot against your neck, his plump lips pulled into a sly smirk, "I could never get enough of you my very... very sexy fiancé" he teased, his hands moving from your waist to your ass "well until your incredibly sexy fiancé gets some food you can just keep in your pants" you patted his chest, moving. Way from his grasp to her dressed into your black jeans and Dean's old Metallica shirt "well I've got news for you" Dean teased sitting on the bed as he watched you change "oh really? Well don't leave me hanging, spill Winchester!" You rushed out taking a seat next to him eager to hear the news

"well our little Sammy met a girl while he was out on his walk.. said her name is Maddison and... well he said too damn much, but hey what do your expect when your brothers been hit by a truth spell" Dean joked making you laugh "ohhh what did he say?" You questioned eager

Dean shrugged his shoulders a smug smile plastered on his lips "ah I don't know sweetheart, I remembered just a second ago.... I might be able to remember again i-" you cut off his teasing by rushing forward to press your lips shading his in a deep harsh kiss, Dean groaned his hands roughly grabbing your waist and the back of your neck to take control of the kiss. You pulled away before he could slip his tongue through your lips you pulled back, Dean chased your lips "hurry up and tell me, I'm dying over here" you begged

Dean chuckled licking his swollen lips "well our little Sammy is on his way back from a date with a girl-" you cut him off with a big gasp "you're kidding? That's amazing- wait, shit what about that truth spell?" You questioned worried this could interfere with him finding a nice girl "don't worry I asked him and he said he's keeping it very under cover with her any time she asked a personal question he changed the subject or ran off to get more coffee" you couldn't help the squeal that escaped your lips "ohh this is amazing! Do you think this could be the girl for him?" You grabbed deans hand tightly

"I hope so sweetheart, I'm just glad he's not into you anymore, that sucked. Didn't want to have to kick my little brother's ass... I would have, but I didn't want to have to" Dean joked, you giggled placing a peck on his lips "yeah yeah tough guy. We're gonna have to tell him about us, you know that right?" You couldn't lie and say you weren't worried about telling Sam that Dean and you were getting married, "...I know sweetheart, we'll tell him when he gets back" dean promised running a comforting hand up and down your back. Deans heart was racing at the thought of telling Sam, not because he wanted to keep it a secret, if anything he wants the world to know... since Sam confessed he was in love with you and it getting brushed under the rug with your denial of Sam's feelings deans been walking on eggshells around the situation because he didn't want to fight with Sam... and he definitely didn't want to loose you

Deans been feeling more anxiety since Sam for a hit with the truth spell, he didn't want anything tho come between you and him. He would never forgive Sam if he drove you away because of him, he just hoped this new girl in his life would change that, and Sam would be happy for you and him, at least they'll find out soon.

"Hey open up guys" Sam said knocking on the door, a bag of breakfast burritos in his hand and three cups of coffee on the other. Dean was quick to open the door a sly smirk resting on his lips "well how'd it go Sammy? What's this girl like... is she hot- ouch!" He exclaimed in a high pitched voice rubbing his arm "never you mind if she's hot or not... ignore him Sam, tell us what happened?" You plucked the bag of food from his hand quickly, waiting for his response "well she's very hot actually- sorry I just I can't exactly lie right now, anyways I took her out for some coffee and we got to talking and I think she's a really great girl, in fact were actually going out for dinner tonight" Sam said flustered

Dean chuckled "just dinner?" He teased, Sam rolled his eyes "well dinner and se-" you clasped a hand over his mouth to stop the next word from escaping "your welcome" you smiled at him. Sam was about to thank you when he felt the coldness of a ring on his mouth, he furrowed his brows and gently moved your hand from his mouth, you and Dean exchanged weary looks "wow um a ring... does that mean you guys are... engaged?" Sam ask slowly never turning his gaze from the ring adoring your hand "yeah, we're getting married" you answered smiling at him. Your heart raced as you awaited Sam's reaction

"Congratulations you guys that's amazing" Sam said pulling you both into a hug, Dean and you shared a look of shock "than you Sammy, are you sure your okay with this... I mean things might change a little around here" Sam just smiled at you "I couldn't be happier for you both, I really mean it- hell it's not like I can lie anyway" Sam laughed. This was nuts, you were worried for nothing, this was one of the best days of your life "have you guys called Bobby yet? He's gonna be so happy" Sam said pulling back from the hug "not yet...we wanted you to be the first to know" Dean told him wrapping his arm around your waist

"That means a lot to me you guys, thank you for letting me be a part of this" Dean nodded "of course man, your my brother, hell I'd have told you a few days ago if you didn't get spelled, couldn't risk you spilling the beans on me" Dean chuckled out clapping Sam on the back “Ha ha ha very funny Dean. So what are your guys thinking? Actual wedding or vegas?” Sam said his lips twisted in a small smile

“Vegas” “wedding” you both replied simultaneously. You and Dean snapped your heads to each other, your eyes flaming in rage as he cowered in fear under your intense gaze, poor Sam stood still not able to move “vegas? Dean are you joking- please tell me you’re joking?” You demanded Dean shrugged his shoulders slightly “I’m sorry I didn’t think it was such a big deal, if you want a wedding, I can do that” Dean said quickly, shooting you a small scared smile “oh you’d better Winchester” you warned making him gulp and nod, Sam barked out a laugh watching his brother back down to you “what’s so funny Samuel?” You turned your fury quickly to him “I- I uh just haven’t seen Dean back down to a girl… well ever actually it’s awesome to see” he stumbled out scratching the back of his neck awkwardly

“Mmhmm” you mumbled pursed your lips tightly and eyes narrowed at both boys, Dean clapped his hands together to get your attention “alright how about we all take a trip to Bobby’s and if we just so happen to fall into a case on the way I won’t be mad” you smiled rolling your eyes slightly at his antics “yeah and I wouldn’t mind a trip to Hawaii” Dean laughed “yeah maybe if a plane wasn’t involved that would be our honeymoon. I’m gonna take our bags out to baby so we can head out we might make it to Bobby’s tonight if we tail it now” Dean grunted placing both duffels over his shoulders “well I’ll catch up with you guys tomorrow I’ve got my date tonight” Sam capper to Dean as he made his way out to the parking lot

You smiled rolling yourself watching him walk out, what a man you’ve got! You thought to yourself. “Hey can we talk” Sam asked breaking your trail of thought, “of course Sammy, what’s up” Sam took a deep breath and sat down on the edge of the bed “I just I wanted to talk to you about this girl, I mean I know it was just coffee and I don’t know if this truth spell is heightening my emotions or what’s happening because yesterday i was still struggling with you and Dean being together- ignore that please, but what i mean is this morning when i met Maddison it was like everything changed and i don’t want to come off to strong and mess this up, this girl is she’s just amazing” Sam rushed out his hands flaying around as he spoke

You stared at him shocked “I- Sam did you still have feelings for me yesterday?!” You questioned shocked “well yeah it’s not gonna take a few weeks for the feelings to leave , but they’re gone now, I’m genuinely so happy you guys are getting married… I just I don’t want to ruin this” Sam mumbled his gaze directed to the floor as his hands ran through his hair “Sam, the very fact your even worried about messing things up tells me how much you care about this girl, I don’t think your emotions have been heightened, I think you found a nice girl who’s caught your attention, in a good way, I think she could be the one for you Sam the fact your already feeling like this”

Sam looked up from the ground to make eye contact with you “I think your right Y/N, there’s something about this girl” you smiled patting his shoulder “told you you’d find the right girl for you Sammy” you told him thoughtfully, Sam clasped his hand on top of yours resting on his shoulder “you did, I’m just glad you were right” “Aren’t I always?” Sam laughed nodding his head “usually yeah” you have him a chaste kiss on the cheek “I’d better go before my fiancé comes looking for me- I like saying that … fiancé” you smiled as you spoke “I’ll see you in a few days, soon to be Mrs Winchester” Sam waved at you before the door.

Once the door was shut Sam laid back in the bed with a deep sigh. For the first time in a very, very long time Sam felt at peace, he didn’t feel a sense of guilt eating at him constantly. He felt he could finally breathe again there was no weight on his chest that would never lift. He never thought he’d feel a love like this with anyone but Jess or you…. Until now with Maddison.

For once in his life, Sam Winchester was excited about the future.

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2099

The Brain is just the weight of God For heft them, pound for pound, And they will differ, if they do As syllable from sound

~ Emily Dickinson (1862)

1.2 = THE LIE

For a while, they simply hug. She breathes in the scent of him, different and yet, on some subconscious level, as familiar as her own. She can feel the release of tension shuddering through his body.

“He had me locked in there,” he says plaintively. “Your brother…”

“I’m so sorry. You’re safe now.” She examines his face, then his hands, wiping the blood off his knuckles. “We’re together. Whatever’s going on here, we’ll get to the bottom of it.”

The green bug is still scuttling around in her hand; she passes it to him, and he puts it safely in his pocket.

“He took it,” Daniel mourns, “My Shell - my device. It’s gone. I’m useless without it.”

“No, you’re not.”

She kisses his cheek, his temple, his forehead - trying to kiss away her own fears as well as his.

“Daniel,” she whispers, “Am I still dreaming? Am I really awake? My brother - he spoke to me on the computer. He told me this is real life.”

“He’s lying. Science-fiction was always his favourite genre - I recognise this concept as one of his. Interstellar migration in the year 2099.”

“This is a simulation too?”

“Yes,” Daniel says, but there is a hint of uncertainty in his voice.

“So is there still a time loop?”

“Most likely.”

“He was probably hoping the loop would catch us by surprise, and we would be re-set without putting up a fight. But there has to be another exit, doesn’t there? Another pyramid?” Desperately, she shows him the ring on her finger. “I still have the key - the code you gave me. I can use it again.”

“No. It’s a decoy. Ciaran rewrote it. Even if we find a pyramid, the only place it’ll lead you is straight back here.”

“Bastard…”

“When I realised the key had sent you to a different simulation, I tried to follow you. I was crawling through the utility chases when suddenly the air went thick and I couldn’t breathe. Ciaran must’ve done something to the ventilation. I passed out, and when I woke up, I was in that box.”

“Did you see him in person?”

“No, only words on a screen.”

“You’re alright now,” she assures him, “But we need to get to the others. The other passengers - they’re still asleep.”

“You’ve seen them?”

“Yes. I woke up in a room full of people. It was some kind of…passengers’ quarters, I suppose. But instead of cabins, there were these machines, like pods. And everyone was asleep. I couldn’t wake them.”

“They’re still dreaming. Can you take me to them?”

“I don’t know if I can find my way back there, to be honest. I walked for so long, I was completely lost…then your green bug found me and led me to you. I should’ve tried to leave a trail of markers, but I was too overwhelmed by everything. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t worry. We’ll find the way.”

“Have you been here before?”

“No. I do recognise the basic design from when it was in development, but I’ve never been inside it before. A lot’s probably changed since then. Ciaran was the one overseeing the creative team, so he must know it like the back of his hand.”

“Well, nothing will be solved by standing here. Let’s go.”

The pair begin to walk, as briskly as they can in their tired state. Maura leads the way, doing her best to retrace her steps, but the rooms are so similar in layout and aesthetic that it’s impossible for her to be certain. At the first port-hole they pass, Daniel pauses, arrested by the cosmos outside; but quickly moves on. The sight of Space and the concept of interstellar flight are much more familiar to him than to her - a twentieth century mind versus a nineteenth century one.

The further they walk, the more she feels the same sense of hopelessness creeping up on her - a lack of direction, of progress, as if they are suspended in time, going nowhere. Daniel cranks open another heavy door, grunting from the effort, while Maura watches. She stares at his dark hair.

“Can we stop?” she asks quietly.

“Why?”

“I just want to…stop.”

“Okay.”

She sits down on the raised threshold, drawing up her knees.

“Tell me what happened to us,” she says, “Tell me everything. Start at the beginning.”

“It won’t be easy to hear.”

“Please. I’m sick of tricks and illusion. I need the truth. I need answers.”

He sits beside her.

“You really are Maura Franklin - that much is true,” he says, “But you used to be Maura Singleton. Daughter of a brilliant and famed neuroscientist. After your mother died, your father…changed. He was always career-focused, but the loss made him obsessed - obsessed with behavioural research…with experiments. Human trials. What he did to his subjects was exploitative, bordering on inhumane. The accusations of abuse piled up, and his company was shuttered. Your relationship broke down, and you changed your surname to Franklin - your mother’s maiden name.”

Daniel stops, trying not to bombard her with information. Maura breathes deeply, exhales with force.

“Okay,” she says, “Tell me more.”

“Our paths crossed alongside our careers. You me, and your brother. I was a cybersecurity technician, and you were a neurologist, and your brother was a Virtual Reality programmer and designer. When we realised how much potential we had, and what we could accomplish if we joined forces, the three of us started a company. Together, we created the world’s most advanced VR program - a program which would enable people to fully immerse themselves in a simulated world, and to interact with artificial intelligences, whether it be historical figures, fictional characters, or dead loved ones. Ciaran suggested we call it Prometheus, because he felt like we were ushering in a new era for humanity. An era of limitless opportunity.”

“We built all of this together?” she marvels, “I can hardly believe that I was capable of that…”

“Oh, trust me. You were capable of so much more. You had the most brilliant mind I’d ever seen.”

Hearing the warmth and love in his voice, Maura is able to smile a little. Then the smile fades.

“I assume it all fell apart,” she says, “What happened?”

“Well, we couldn’t agree on what the technology should be used for. You and I saw it as a medical procedure, a way to help people forget their trauma and grief, even if it was only temporary. Your brother saw it as an entertainment medium, a way to construct fantastical new worlds with no creative limitations. And your father…your father saw it as an opportunity.”

“An opportunity to do what?”

“After his own company shut down, he was left with nothing. He was desperate to carry on his research, but he had no funding, no staff, no premises. And when he saw what we’d built - what you’d built - he wanted to be a part of it. He wanted in on Prometheus. So you hired him behind the scenes.”

“I enabled him?” Maura says in horror.

“Don’t blame yourself. When your mother fell ill and died, you were stricken with guilt. You kept asking yourself if there was something you could’ve done to help her, to fix her. Henry took advantage of that guilt. He convinced you that his research, as controversial as it was, could heal thousands of people. Besides, he was your father, and despite everything he’d done, part of you still trusted him and loved him.”

“So the other people on the Kerberos…the other passengers…Are they his patients? My patients?”

“Yes. All of them were victims and survivors. Traumatised people who wanted to heal - to forget. They came to us for help.”

Maura clenches her hands.

“Tell me where it went wrong,” she says, even though she dreads the answer.

“You and I had a child. A son, Elliot. He was perfect. He was everything. But then he got sick and our lives just…stopped.”

Daniel’s voice trembles, and he struggles to speak.

“Please,” Maura says, “Please continue.”

“The playroom was our escape. A little home away from home. It was a place where we could spend time together, just the three of us, and Elliot could feel like he was healthy and normal again.”

Tears start to run from Daniel’s brown eyes, but he soldiers on.

“As he deteriorated, so did you. You couldn’t bear to watch his illness progress, so you started spending more and more time in the playroom, and less and less time in the real world. Less time with me. You wanted Elliot to be asleep and in a simulation when he died, so that he wouldn’t have to suffer. You even gave him the black syringe to make him forget he was ill.”

For a moment, he is unable to contain his grief.

“Our son was dying, and you left me alone to deal with it. While you were busy playing with him in an imaginary world, I was talking to the doctors. I had to sit there and hold his hand while he stopped breathing, knowing he couldn’t even feel me, couldn’t even hear me, because he was trapped in a dream with you.”

They both sob. Daniel manages to gather himself.

“Elliot was gone, but the digital construction of him remained, and you couldn’t bring yourself to let go of it. You carried on spending time with him like nothing had happened. I should’ve stopped you - I should’ve persuaded you to get help - but instead I enabled you. Our family was broken and our marriage was crumbling, and I thought if I just went along with everything you wanted, you would love me again. I was a selfish coward. You were spiralling, and I just stood there and watched.”

“You were grieving too,” Maura says. “You needed support as much as I did.”

Daniel roughly brushes away his tears with his sleeve.

“Anyway,” he says, “The company couldn’t wait for us indefinitely. People had invested millions of dollars in our work, and they wanted to see results. Your father pressured you into stepping aside as CEO, so that operations could resume. He was probably hoping that you would put him in charge, but you chose Ciaran instead.”

“I was between the devil and the deep blue sea.”

“Exactly. But at the time, there was no reason to suspect that Ciaran would ever act against our interests. He had a different opinion about how the simulations should be used and presented, but as far as we knew, he was loyal.”

“After everything he’s done, I struggle to imagine a time when I ever trusted him.”

“Me too. But soon after he became CEO, you had a falling out. He was frustrated at having to run everything by himself, and he was worried about you and your mental health. But he expressed it…poorly. He’s never had the best interpersonal skills, and being your little brother, maybe he thought he didn’t need to mince words.”

“Oh God,” Maura laughs weakly, wiping the tears from her cheeks, “What did he say?”

“Nothing nice. He said you were a coward for running from your problems, and that you needed to wake up and face reality. He said you should delete both Elliot and the playroom, so that you could finally move on. But when he suggested that, you almost attacked him. You told him never to show his face again.”

“And did he?”

“No. He packed up his office, moved the company headquarters to New York, and left us behind. You agreed to come back to work in a reduced capacity, but things just weren’t the same. As far as I know, you haven’t seen each other since.”

“Did I regret that?”

“I think so. I don’t know.”

Maura groans and rubs her damp face.

“If we hadn’t quarrelled, would any of this be happening? Would he still have turned against us?” she wonders.

“Who knows? I’ve always had trouble getting a read on Ciaran.”

“What is he actually like?”

“That’s the funny thing - I don’t really know. We worked together for fifteen years. There were periods when we would see each other every day and talk for hours. Sometimes he stayed at our place. Yet we were never close, and he never shared any part of himself beyond his work. It’s like he was so consumed by his job that he had no room for anything else - no relationships, no interests, no feelings.”

Maura isn’t sure why, but she feels a twinge of sadness.

“What about the Kerberos? 1899? How did I end up there?”

“I thought time would start to heal our pain, but instead, you fell deeper into depression. The simulations were no longer your passion, but your obsession. You became fixated on one in particular - 1899. You were always fascinated with the nineteenth century - the transition between old and new technology, old and new medicine, old and new science. Curie, Blackwell, Lovelace, Anning - they were some of your childhood heroes. That world became your only escape from your grief.”

Daniel waits patiently while she processes his words, then carries on:

“When you decided to stay in 1899, I went in to stop you. I tried to persuade you to change your mind. I begged you to come back to the real world. But Henry tried to stop me. He wanted to let you stay in there, to see what you would do. To him, it was just another experiment, another opportunity to pick apart the human brain. He even joined the simulation himself, so that he could observe you more closely.”

Daniel’s voice shakes.

“You were desperate to believe that Elliot was a real boy, not just a digital ghost - but as long as he had self-awareness, the illusion would never be convincing. So you erased his memory, so that he would believe he was really alive; and then you erased your own memory, so that you would believe the same.”

“I did that to myself?”

“Yes. Your and Henry’s job was to execute both the memory loss and memory restoration protocols, via an interface made to resemble a syringe. Instead, you turned the syringe on yourself. And Henry…well, he saw no reason to reverse the damage.”

“My God…”

“You forgot everything. You truly believed that you were a woman living in the nineteenth century, on her way to a better life in New York. But by doing so, you trapped everyone else who was also participating in the simulation.”

“I did this to them?” she says in quiet dismay, “I’m the one who put them here?”

She looks down at her hands - a doctor’s hands, bearing the heaviest responsibility for the lives of others - and unconsciously rubs the wedding ring on her finger.

“You weren’t thinking straight,” Daniel quickly tells her, “I’ve known you for fifteen years, and been your husband for twelve. I know how important your patients’ safety and wellbeing is to you, and I know for a fact that you would never deliberately put them at risk. You weren’t in your right mind.”

She looks in his eyes and sees that he means every word; yet she can’t shake the feeling that he’s just trying to spare her.

“The more I learn about myself, the less I recognise the person I thought I was. I don’t know who I am any more.”

Daniel reaches out and brushes the side of her face with his fingers, tucking her short hair behind her ear in a fond caress. Then he rests his forehead against hers. Their eyes close.

“You are Maura Franklin,” he murmurs. “Born in Morefield. You are a scientist, a mother, and the love of my life. You are not crazy.”

“Whether I knew what I was doing or not, it doesn’t matter. I’m still the one who trapped them. I’m still the one to blame.”

In an effort to distract her from this line of thought, Daniel continues:

“Henry was the only exception. He came into the simulation as an observer, not a participant, so he retained all of his memories. But he still needed to get out. He knew that the key was somewhere on the ship, but he didn’t know where. He built himself an office and a computer bank from which he could observe everyone and everything…spy on them, study them…”

“What about you? Did you become trapped too?”

“No, I was spared. I was never a participant, only a visitor. I designed most of the security systems myself, and I knew the back-doors like the back of my hand. So I was able to come and go using ways only I knew.”

For a moment, Daniel looks almost proud. But then his face darkens.

“That’s where Ciaran came in. He didn’t want you or Henry to wake up. He said you were better off staying in the simulation. When I refused to cooperate, he had me fired from the company and barred from the premises.”

“Why? Why would he do this to us?”

“Opportunism. He’s always made it clear that he has a different vision for the company - a different opinion on how the technology should be used. But he was always outnumbered. With you, me, and Henry effectively gone, he saw a chance to make his vision a reality. It was the perfect opportunity - the only opportunity - for him to take control.”

“But to go to such lengths…Even if he hates me, how could he allow the others to stay trapped, suffering…?”

“Only he can answer that.”

“Then we’ll find him and make him answer. How did you manage to access the simulation? If he had you barred…”

“I didn’t give up. I kept finding ways to infiltrate the system, and I kept trying to make you remember. I can’t tell you how many times I failed…You had no idea who I was. To you, I was nothing more than a stranger who was acting bizarrely - why would you believe a word that came out of my mouth? But through trial and error, I finally got through to you. I ended the simulation.”

“So 1899…the Kerberos…the virtual constructs…they’re completely gone? Every trace of them?”

“Yes. The virus I introduced forced the whole simulation to self-destruct.”

“And Elliot…did he…” Maura can’t bear to finish the sentence.

“He’s gone. 1899 was the only place where his simulated consciousness still clung on. When it was deleted, he…”

Maura starts to cry. He rubs her arm, gently squeezes it.

“He was a ghost, Maura. Our son has been dead for two years.”

“I know. It just hurts. I wish we could’ve brought him with us, somehow. At least we could’ve spent more time together.”

“You did. You don’t remember it, but you spent so much time together. And he enjoyed so much of it.”

She draws a deep breath to steel herself.

“And the way out?”

“Elliot’s toy pyramid was the key, and your locket held the code needed to activate it. Henry took the locket from you and tried to activate the pyramid, but it didn’t work…I’d reprogrammed it. I’d transferred the exit code to your ring instead. But Ciaran was always one step ahead of me. He’d already re-written the code. Instead of waking up in the real world, you woke up here instead.”

Daniel puts his head in his hands.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I tried to save you - to save all of us - but all I did was trap us in another nightmare. I failed. Again.”

“No, you didn’t. I might not be awake, but my eyes are open.”

Daniel musters a smile, grateful for her support. Maura looks around the dark ship, and a new thought occurs to her.

“Wait…if my father is a victim too, then where is he? Shouldn’t he be in a pod, sleeping like the others?”

“I’m not sure…”

“We have to find him. He might know something we don’t, or have some kind of special access…something that might help us…anything.”

“This place is massive. If there are other stasis rooms scattered throughout, it could take days to find them, and we don’t have that long.” Daniel stands up and offers her his hand. “We should keep going. We can talk more later.”

She grasps his hand and lets him pull her to her feet. He kisses her tenderly. Their lips are dry, but she doesn’t mind; his kiss is gentle and full of love. Softly, he says:

“Let’s go.”

As they creep through the ship, Maura starts to recognise their surroundings more. Knowing that they are nearing their destination, they quicken their pace, travelling with renewed urgency. Passing through the cafeteria, Maura points to an empty table.

“There was a cup of coffee there. It’s gone now.”

“Ciaran must be somewhere on this ship. Him, or someone under his control.”

“Scurrying around in the shadows. I hate the thought.”

Finally, they make it to the stasis room. Daniel stares around at the sleeping figures in their metal sarcophagi, scanning their faces, perhaps taking note of who’s here and who isn’t. He picks up the discarded piece of paper and reads the message on it.

“Do you think you can wake them up?” Maura asks.

“Without a Shell? I don’t know.”

He turns the paper over to check if there’s anything written on the back, then uses the little strip of tape to stick it on a wall. He inspects the large computer hub occupying the middle of the room.

“Theoretically I could, but I don’t know how long it’ll take. Thousands of lines of code will need to be manually rewritten. Most of the people on this ship will be virtual constructs, just artificial characters designed to make the world feel more populated. But there are almost two-dozen real people that we know of, each of whom will have to be dealt with individually. And we don’t have that long.”

“Okay…” Maura runs her fingertips over the dusty panels of the computer, “What if, instead of destroying the dream world from the inside, we sabotage the machine itself? After all, it’s what’s keeping them asleep, right? If we cause a powercut in this part of the ship, shouldn’t everyone wake up automatically?”

“No. This machine is their life-support system and what enables them to go in and out of a dream state. Without it, they’d be left stuck in whatever simulation they’re in, with no way of waking up. They’d just waste away until the time loop undoes all our actions.”

“In that case, we’d better start with the manual solution. You mentioned rewriting code - is there anything I can do to help?”

“I’m not sure. I trust you and I know you’re a fast learner, but one error might kill them…”

Daniel crouches to peer at the hundreds of cables plugged into the computer. But before he can do a thorough examination, they are interrupted by the unmistakeable sound of approaching feet. A man’s footsteps, heavy and brisk. Daniel and Maura look at each other.

“Ciaran?” she whispers.

The door slides open, and into the room steps a bearded man - not Ciaran, but Sebastian, the First Mate of the Kerberos. His ginger hair is as smoothly slicked as before, though his moustache has somewhat lost the elegant styling of the late nineteenth century.

“Hello, Miss Franklin,” he says calmly.

Daniel steps in front of Maura, instinctively shielding her.

“What do you want?” he demands.

Sebastian ignores him.

“Frau, I have a message from your brother. He would like you to return to your stasis pod so that the voyage can continue with no further interruptions..”

“What about Daniel?”

“The companion stays here.”

“Daniel and I won’t be separated again,” Maura snaps, “Tell my brother: if he wants to give me a message, he can come and talk to me himself. He can stand here, look me in the eye, and explain why he’s doing this.”

“You don’t have a choice,” Sebastian informs her, “You either climb into the pod or I force you.”

“Touch her and I’ll kill you,” Daniel says.

Sebastian looks him up and down with an expression of disgust.

“Fotze,” he mutters. Turning his attention back to Maura, he says, “Don’t be foolish, Miss Franklin. Your brother doesn’t appreciate all the trouble you’ve been causing. You shouldn’t test his patience.”

“Sebastian, listen. I don’t know what arrangement you have with Ciaran, but you can’t trust him. He’s a liar and a coward who hides in the shadows and toys with people from behind screens. Why throw your lot in with him?”

Sebastian sighs and pulls out a Shell. He points it at Daniel, who flinches.

“Move away from her,” the First Mate orders, and Daniel has no choice but to obey.

With his free hand, Sebastian produces a black syringe and tosses it to Maura. She catches it instinctively.

“Use it and get in the pod,” Sebastian says impatiently. “Now! I don’t want to hurt you. Your brother wouldn’t approve of it.”

“Sebastian, stop. Just stop.”

“Get in or I delete the Daniel program.”

Maura looks at Daniel, then at the syringe in her hand, then at her empty pod. With every second that she spends dithering, the risk increases. She steps towards the pod.

“No,” Daniel says, “Maura, don’t.”

“Wake me up when you can,” she says.

“Maura, no! Please. Don’t do it,” Daniel begs her.

She hesitates, but the Shell in Sebastian’s hand remains pointed squarely at Daniel. She backs into the stasis pod. Sucking in a deep breath to steel herself against the pain, she jabs the syringe into the tattooed triangle on her neck and pushes down on the plunger.

“No!”

Before she has time to change her mind, she drops the half-empty syringe, grabs the electrode-bearing contraption above her, and jams it down onto her head.

“Maura!”

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A falling star fell from your heart and landed in my eyes I screamed aloud as it tore through them And now it’s left me blind

The stars, the moon They have all been blown out You’ve left me in the dark No dawn, no day I’m always in this twilight In the shadow of your heart

And in the dark I can hear your heartbeat I tried to find the sound But then it stopped And I was in the darkness So darkness I became

The stars, the moon They have all been blown out You’ve left me in the dark No dawn, no day I’m always in this twilight In the shadow of your heart

I took the stars from my eyes and then I made a map And knew that somehow I could find my way back Then I heard your heart beating, you were in the darkness too So I stayed in the darkness with you

The stars, the moon They have all been blown out You’ve left me in the dark No dawn, no day I’m always in this twilight In the shadow of your heart

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oceanicairways · 3 months ago

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this is like. purely based off my own headcanon so i’m gonna sound delusional but i feel like it’s so important that kyle looks nothing like maura. at least not at first glance. like maybe when you really look at them you can see the similarities in the smiles, nose, cheeks, eye shape, etc but in terms of coloring they couldn’t be further apart. as per her original appearance (i hate you winick for giving her a blond bob and lipo…) she has fair skin auburn hair and green eyes while kyle has black hair brown eyes and at the very least tan skin. i feel like looking at the only parent you have and not being able to see yourself at all really adds so much to their dynamic between the disconnect he feels and her looking at him and seeing gabriel every time.

#i’m extrapolating like crazy here but i’m pretty sure it’s also mentioned at one point that maura has a sister + other family back home #so to make things worse #he has this whole white European extended family #who could very well see him as this kind of bastard child who’s father violently abused his mother based on maura’s cover story #some ppl may disagree on their interpretation of kyle’s coloring but this is mine #and most importantly there is canonical precedence for it so 🤷‍♀️

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multifandomfix · 2 years ago

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Frosty Reception — Jane Rizzoli

Summary: You’ve been keeping your relationship with Jane under wraps, but when Frost comes across you at the Dirty Robber and starts to flirt, will Jane be able to keep her cool?

Word Count: 849

Warnings: Some jealousy, secret relationship reveal

You walked into the Dirty Robber, excited to meet your friends for a fun evening. You spot your friends at a corner table, and as you approach, you can't help but notice the familiar face sitting at the end of the bar. It's Jane Rizzoli, the detective you've been secretly dating for a while now. You didn't plan on running into her tonight, and from her slightly surprised expression, she didn't expect to see you either.

You try not to let your eyes linger on Jane for too long, lest one of your friends catch you and start asking questions. Besides, Jane was just as entitled to be here as you were. There was no reason you couldn’t share the same space.

As the evening progressed, the conversation dwindled and Frost got up from the bar and approached your table. He started chatting you up, his flirtatious comments making you slightly uncomfortable. You weren’t interested in him, but it's clear he doesn't know about your relationship with Jane. You try to politely deflect his advances, but it was getting increasingly awkward. You try to shoot a look over to Jane, but with Frost in the way, you couldn’t catch her eye.

Jane, however, had been watching the interaction from the moment Frost had excused himself to talk to you. She thought you’d just reject him and that would be the end of it, but he’d been over there for a while.

Finally, Jane couldn’t contain herself any longer. She got up and made her way to your table, intent on dragging Frost away by his ear if she had to. "Hey, Frost, cut it out, okay? They’re out with friends, not to flirt with you.”

The way she spoke was enough to make Frost, back off, but not without a curious look to his coworker. Your friends all give you and Jane curious looks as well. You can feel the heat rising to your cheeks. You feel like Jane's little act has effectively revealed your relationship to everyone at the table.

Maura, ever perceptive, decides to come over and play mediator before Jane’s temper gets the best of her. “Jane, do you know each other,” she broaches, giving Jane the opportunity to come clean.

You exchange a glance with Jane, and she gives you a sheepish but affectionate smile, feeling a little guilty for having made such a scene. It seems like your secret is out in the open now, and you can finally relax, knowing that Jane's jealousy, while a little unexpected, has made your relationship public in a rather unique way.

Deciding to join forces, Jane, Maura, and Frost join your table and the night continues with laughter and shared stories from your relationship now that there's no need for secrecy. As you and Jane steal glances at each other, you can't help but appreciate the unexpected turn of events. The atmosphere becomes more relaxed and the awkwardness between you and Frost dissipates with a simple apology.

"You know, Jane, I was just about to ask if you were ever going to introduce us to your mystery person," Frost grins.

Jane runs a hand through her hair, he’d suspected she’d been seeing someone for weeks and she wouldn’t open up about it. "I guess I was waiting for the right moment.“

Frost, still feeling like he crossed a line, replied with, "Yeah, sorry about earlier. I didn't realize."

"No harm done, Frost,” you chimed in before Jane could rip into him. “It was a bit of a surprise for all of us."

Maura leans in, looking between you and Jane. "How did you two meet, anyway?”

You take Jane’s hand and begin to share your story. "Well, it started when she stole the last hot dog from me at the Red Sox game.”

“That sounds about right,” Frost interjected, sending the whole table into a fit of laughs.

As you continued the story, Jane gently traced patterns on your hand, and you can't help but feel the warmth of her love in that simple touch.

The evening at last winds down, and you leave the Dirty Robber hand in hand with Jane, the weight of the hidden relationship finally lifted. saying goodbye to your friends and hers, you and Jane linger behind, eager to have a bit of alone time.

Walking together under the night sky and streetlights, Jane smiled at you. "I’m sorry I overreacted, but I'm glad it's all out in the open now. I don't want to hide our relationship anymore."

You squeeze her hand and smile back. "Me too, Jane. I want to be a part of your life. All of it."

After a minute Jane let out a groan. “What’s the matter? Something I said?”

“No,” Jane replied. “I just realized this means I’m going to have to introduce you to my mother.”

You swatted Jane’s arm and laughed, not worried at all about the meeting, though you knew Jane would stress about it. “I think that can wait at least until tomorrow,” you soothed. “We’ve had enough excitement for one day.”

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WWW Wednesday: February 7th, 2024

WWW Wednesday is a weekly meme Sam hosts at Taking on a World of Words. The Three Ws are: What are you currently reading? What did you recently finish reading? What do you think you’ll read next? Here is what I am currently reading, recently finished, and plan to read from Thursday to Wednesday. Let me know if you have read or are planning on reading any of these books!! Happy…

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#Acts of Forgiveness #April Asher #B.A. Paris #Gwenda Bond #M.R. Pritchard #Matthew Farrell #Maura Cheeks #meme #Not Your Crush&039;s Cauldron #Sparrow Man #The Frame-Up #The Guest #What Have You Done #WWW Wednesday

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valleydean · 10 months ago

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Chapter 16 [Read Here]

CHAMPION Part III of Heavyweight a deancas boxing au by valleydean (emmbrancsxx0) read from the beginning | playlist

SUMMARY: Brooklyn, 1933. Dean Winchester, the number one contender, trains to become the next Heavyweight Champion of the World, and this time he won't let anything get in his way. Title holder Castiel Novak has second thoughts about retiring, especially when someone from his past arrives in New York and asks for his help. Meanwhile, a new contender rises to fame and threatens to complicate both of Dean and Cas' ambitions - and their relationship.

CHAPTER PREVIEW:

The MC’s voice boomed through the arena: “Ladies and gentlemen, live from Madison Square Garden in New York City, welcome to tonight’s main event!”

There was a pause for more cheers.

“We have a very special fight for you tonight, and that’s all thanks to the man entering the arena for the very last time in his professional career…”

Castiel flexed and tightened his hands inside his gloves. They were already sweating. He hoped, after he’d won, the crowd wouldn’t be too disappointed to find out that they would no longer be able to brag about having been at Angel Novak’s final bout. Perhaps they’d be satisfied in knowing they’d been there when he announced that he was staying.

“Coming to us from Brooklyn, New York. You know him as the Angel of America. The undisputed heavyweight champion of the world—Castiel Novak!”

“An-gel Nov-ak!” the crowd chanted, stomping their feet. The fanfare of brass instruments rose up from the orchestra.

The curtains were pulled back. Castiel pushed his shoulders upright and walked into the arena.

“An-gel Nov-ak!”

There wasn’t a seat left vacant in the Garden. The crowd undulated from the ringside seats to where the bleachers met the ceiling. The people standing in the pits surged forward and thrust their arms over the barriers to touch his gloves and robe. They waved signs and lit cigarette lighters to get his attention. Press cameras blinded him from every direction.

When he reached the rows of ringside seats, the people sitting close to the aisles grabbed him by the shoulders and shook his gloved hands, wishing him luck. The governor and his wife, the mayor, Congressmen, socialites, gangsters, and celebrities.

“Give ‘em hell, baby,” a familiar, sultry voice said to him while he was shaking Babe Ruth’s hand. He glanced around, finding Meg Masters.

“Meg.” Pleasantly surprised that she was there, he gave her a smile. She planted a possessive kiss on his cheek before he had to move on.

Mick was on the aisle seat in the second row from the front, Balthazar beside him. He clapped Castiel on the back before hugging Michael. Balthazar leaned over them and said, “Do us proud, Cassie!”

He expected to find Dean in the first aisle seat. Instead, Kelly was there, giving him a bright smile. Jack rushed around her and gave Castiel a hug. Castiel put his glove on Jack’s head, chuckling. His buoyancy sank somewhat when he found Dean standing over the seat next to Jack’s. Dean clapped, his eyes on Castiel. He gave Castiel the same phony grin that was usually reserved for press photos. Castiel promised himself that Dean’s smile would be genuine by the end of the night.

Sam was next to Dean, then Eileen, who gave him a thumbs up—and Castiel was surprised to find Maura clinging to Sam’s shoulder as he held her. Jo and Charlie were further back in the row. The end chair had been removed for Bobby’s wheelchair. Castiel thought he spotted Henriksen, Benny, and Rufus in the seats behind Bobby, but it was difficult to see in the shadows. All the blinding lights were focused on him.

“You have lipstick on your cheek!” Jack laughed. That certainly explained the hints of jealousy on Dean’s face. He hadn’t even realized Meg had left a mark behind.

“Oh, I…” He raised his glove, then paused, because he didn’t want to smear red on the leather so soon.

Kelly pulled out her handkerchief and wiped the lipstick off his face quickly. When she was done, she said, “Go. They’re waiting for you. Good luck!”

With one last look at Dean, Castiel moved to the ring. He climbed inside, his team right behind him. As he did, he heard the commentator saying for the people listening over the radio, “Angel Novak has entered the ring for the final time in his career—or is it? He’s expected to make an announcement at the end of tonight’s bout. His coach and promoter haven’t commented on the matter, but analysts speculate that Novak will push his plans for retirement and hold onto the belt for a little while longer. That is, unless Mr. Webb beats him tonight.”

In his corner, Castiel shuffled from foot to foot and shook out his arms, still trying to get loose. His robe fluttered around his calves.

#[elmo in hell meme regarding this chapter]#oh i am a bad person for this #destiel #deancas #destiel fic #deancas fic #dean winchester #dean #castiel #cas #my writing #my post #heavyweight

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White Cherry flowers

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It was a peculiar autumn day.

Peculiar in the sense that, miraculously, Maura had been able to afford a ticket for that new musical drama that had been advertised for an entire month.

"I don’t want to see it anyway," she told herself every time she had to make an expensive but completely necessary purchase.

If it wasn’t that old, annoying radio, it was the oven.

If it wasn’t the oven or the radio, it was buying new ingredients.

If it wasn’t the new ingredients, it was the radio again.

But now she had indulged herself for the weekend—she had no right to complain.

"I’m a girl, after all. A little entertainment won’t hurt me."

She was walking down the stairs of the old theater along with the rest of the crowd. Even with a sweater on, the cold stung her back. She paused for a moment, glancing at her coin purse.

Only five cents gleamed inside.

Just enough to get home and not afford any more "luxuries" for quite some time.

As she resumed her path, she hadn’t gone far when she heard a tiny voice with a peculiar accent.

"Good evening, sweet lady," said the voice. "Would you like to buy some flowers?"

But as always, the gesture was met with rejection.

That thing was like a ghost.

A ghost with a sickly, trembling, tiny frame.

Sometimes the word was flowers, other times it was flores.

"Could she be…? No, no, she can't be Italian," Maura thought, watching the young girl with a basket of multicolored flowers.

"Flores sounds like Fiori."*

She stepped down two stairs, and there she was—face to face.

She stood right in front of her.

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What a cold day.

Innocence knew that wealthy people went to the theater, and she was sure she could at least earn a few coins to buy herself some cookies.

As she turned the corner near the theater, she adjusted her blue-gray veil to better cover her head from the autumn wind and peeked to see if the play had ended.

She sat on the empty steps to wait.

To many, her selling routine might seem boring, but not to her. Innocence liked watching the young women, hoping to copy a bit of their style—though, for example, she still wasn’t convinced about cutting her long hair up to her shoulders.

She ran a hand through a white strand and blew it away.

And then she recognized it—the old creaking sound of the theater doors opening. She quickly stood up, or at least as quickly as her wobbly legs allowed.

"Maybe I’ll see a famous person coming out; you never know," she thought, trying to hide her smile. "It must be wonderful to go out with an artist."

She took a deep breath and started her routine, approaching every honorable lady and gentleman, but all she received were shaking heads.

She still couldn’t give up.

From the crowd, her eyes landed on a young woman with long brown hair tied in a low ponytail.

"Oh God, she’s so pretty."

"Pretty like a white cherry blossom bud. She must be a famous artist—she looks so different from the others."

Innocence thought as she watched the young lady standing there, looking at her coin purse.

From her chapped lips, stuck together from the cold, only her usual words in her most basic English came out.

"Good evening, pretty lady." She extended her basket. "Would you like to take some flowers?"

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A pair of restless, cold hands took a small bouquet of white cherry blossoms.

Innocence tried to smile, but she felt more of a painful pull on her dry lips than any pleasant sensation of happiness.

"Oh, I… I can’t…" Maura muttered, glancing back at her almost empty purse.

Innocence lowered her gaze and understood

"It’s okay, miss. Don’t worry. Thank you very much.

She turned to leave but heard determined footsteps behind her.

"Can you give me five cents’ worth of flowers?"

Maura felt silly asking for flowers as if she were buying flour by the kilo, yet she still held out her hand toward Innocence’s back.

Innocence felt her pale cheeks flush but nodded.

"Is there any flower you’d like in particular?"

"Those," Maura said, pointing at the tiny bouquet of cherry blossoms still in Innocence’s hand.

"Oh, but… There are better ones."

"These are fine," Maura repeated.

When the exchange was made, Maura held the tiny bouquet, and Innocence the coins.

"Well, I suppose I can walk home," Maura told herself.

As she was about to leave, it was Innocence’s turn to stop her.

"Thank you very much."

Innocence smiled at her again.

"By the way… You’re not from here, are you?" Maura asked, taking the chance while the flower girl was still near.

Innocence looked up, then down at her worn-out shoes, and shook her head.

"No, I’m not from here."

Maura smiled too, a hint of shyness in her expression.

"Me neither."

"By the way… You’re very pretty," the albino girl exclaimed. "Are you famous, miss?"

Maura laughed without meaning to.

"I wish! If I were, I wouldn’t have to walk all the way home."

Innocence looked her up and down, unconvinced.

"I don’t understand how you’re not a famous actress or a model like those girls in the magazines."

Innocence pulled out a crumpled, folded piece of paper from her pocket and showed it to Maura. It was an Alphonse Mucha painting.

"You look just like Mucha’s girls," Innocence said with a silly smile.

"I don’t think so. I don’t really feel like an Art Nouveau muse today," Maura said, letting herself laugh a little more.

Without realizing it, they started walking together along the sidewalk.

"And what’s your name?" Maura asked.

"Inocencia María Guadalupe Lunanova," she replied as they walked.

"Maura Venza. Nice to meet you, Innocence."

They exchanged a small handshake.

"And where are you from, Miss Maura?" Innocence asked, skipping over the street lines.

"Italy."

"Oh… Where is that?"

"In Europe. The one shaped like a boot."

Innocence almost tripped over a bump in the pavement but grinned.

"It must be beautiful there. Beautiful like you."

Maura waved her off with a laugh.

"Oh, stop it, bambina."

"Bambina? What does that mean?" Innocence stopped walking.

"Pretty little girl… But I think I should change it to Bambina parlante."

"For talkative?"

"Yes, because you never stop talking," Maura chuckled, and Innocence laughed too.

"I almost never talk, but I can’t stop if I have to compliment someone, MauMau."

"MauMau?"

Innocence nodded.

"You have a MauMau face… Like cats do."

"What a peculiar little woman," Maura thought. "And where are you from?"

"Mexico."

"So you speak Spanish?"

Innocence nodded.

"Then that means… maybe one day I could teach you Italian."

Innocence clapped excitedly.

"Really?"

Maura stuck her tongue out playfully and winked.

"Maybe yes, maybe no… Who knows?"

Maura’s smile faded as she saw her small restaurant at the next street corner.

"We’ve already arrived so quickly?" she thought.

"This is my home," Maura said.

Innocence looked across the street and nodded, returning to her timid, peaceful demeanor.

"I suppose we’ll meet again someday, Miss Maura."

"Do you have anywhere to go?" Maura asked on impulse.

Innocence shook her head.

Maura sighed and took her hand.

Innocence accepted.

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Maura leaned against the counter as Rocky toyed with his violin.

"And how was the play, darling?"

"Well… it was fine."

The young man placed a hand on his chest.

"Just fine?"

Maura stroked a cherry blossom petal and tucked it behind Rocky’s ear.

"More interesting things happened outside."

Meanwhile, outside the small shop, Innocence sat on the steps with a cup of hot tea and a new scarf.

She peeked through the window and sighed.

"Oh, young love."

"Fragile yet beautiful, like a white cherry blossom petal."

She took a sip of her tea.

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A little gift for @rudnitskaia The character of Maura Venza belongs to her. Sorry if this is too out of character or too sudden, classes never leave me alone 😭.

#lackadaisy #lackadaisy oc #maura venza oc #innocence lunanova #rocky rickaby #Lackadaisy fanfiction #others ocs #gift

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julieverne · 3 months ago

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The first time it was in Jane's work vehicle. Maura was sitting in the passenger seat and Jane was driving and gesturing to the traffic build up.

"It's so annoying. A car stops on the side of the road and everyone slows down to look at it. And people steer where they're looking, so a situation that wasn't fatal now has a bunch of dead people all squished up in metal for no good reason other than people can't mind their damn business. Ugh--"

Jane's arm shot out across the car, across Maura's chest as Jane slammed on the brakes; the car in front of them had veered off the road, corrected, then slammed to a stop.

Maura was jolted forward, Jane's arm acting as a safety brace for her so she didn't hit her head on the windshield; the stop was that sudden and she'd had no warning.

"Christ," Jane swore, and thumped the wheel. "Even if I turn the lights and siren on, we're not getting anywhere in this."

Maura looked down. Jane's forearm was still across her chest, compressing Maura's breast tissue and wrinkling her blouse. She coughed politely.

Jane turned her head. She looked down at her arm, then across to Maura's chest, and her entire face turned red.

"Shit, sorry." Jane withdrew her arm and placed her right hand back on the wheel. "I got two brothers and a mother that drives like a maniac."

It was sweet, really. Jane always had been protective of Maura. It was instinctual, like the way Jane's hand grazed Maura's back when they were in proximity to alert Maura of her presence without interrupting her.

"It saved me from facial contusion, which I always appreciate."

Jane gave her a grin, and Maura straightened her blouse. Jane's eyes caught the movement and she blushed again.

"We're moving," Maura said, nodding her head at the windshield. Jane didn't look away until the car behind them honked, then she gave them the finger even though she was in her work vehicle.

The next time was after the Dirty Robber. Jane was chipper despite the morbid day they'd shared. No conviction, even though they knew he'd done it.

"You did the best you could with what you have," Jane said, stumbling as she unlocked the door to her apartment. "No one would have gotten that conviction on that evidence. You did everything you could." She closed the door behind Maura and rubbed her back. Maura pulled off her coat; Jane's apartment complex wasn't well-heated but her heavy winter coat was too heavy to wear inside.

Jane helped with the buttons of Maura's smaller jacket, but she'd had a few beers and her hands were unsteady and wandered across the expanse of Maura's chest like an orienteer with a prank compass.

"I'm drunk," Jane said, and she laughed. "Sorry." She stopped trying to help until Maura had unbuttoned herself, then helped Maura pull it from her shoulders and hung it on the rack. Then Jane turned to her own overcoat, her hands slipping, her fingers unsteady.

"When it's cold, my hands remember what he did to me," Jane whispered. Maura had come closer, tugging the thick toggles from the pulls of Jane's coat; an option that made them easier for Jane's hands but not easy enough; not tonight. Jane's breath was warm against Maura's bare, cold ear, and she shivered; not from the cold. Jane stood and passively waited for Maura to undress her--no, for Maura to take her coat and hang it on the rack alongside her own. Jane wore a hoodie underneath and made no attempt to remove it.

Jane's unsteady hand touched Maura's cheek, then brushed some hair behind her ear. Jane's hands were warm from her gloves, and her touch was surprisingly steady and tender.

"It's not your fault. You're perfect."

Maura's heart thumped hard in her chest for some reason; she wasn't perfect. Jane was lying to her again.

But Jane was looking at Maura like she was perfect so she ducked her head, letting Jane's hand drop from her face, and she tucked her lower lip between her teeth before looking back up at Jane again.

Jane glowed in the dim lights she left on when she went out. Her dark hair was loose and unruly, and her eyes were soft, her lips slightly open.

Maura released her lip and laughed.

"I'm not, I promise," she said, feeling flattered. Jane's grinned at her and Maura laughed again.

"I promised you dinner but it just now occurs to me that I have only condiments in the fridge. How do you feel about pizza?"

"It originated in Naples, Italy, in the eighteenth century, so it's a traditional Italian meal." Jane groaned and rolled her eyes, but she didn't stop smiling.

"Yes or no," Jane said, and Maura nodded. Jane stepped away and called a number that was clearly on speed dial on her phone; there was only one beep from Jane's touchpad, then the ringtone.

Maura felt Jane's retreat; she'd been radiating warmth, and Maura shivered and followed Jane to the kitchen.

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The next time they were at Maura's.

"That bra you were wearing is pretty fancy for work," Jane said, dishing out the Chinese she'd picked up on the way home. They'd gotten covered in grease in the workshop and had to wash down in the precinct gym showers. Even now, Jane still had an endearing smudge on her cheek, and another up by her temple. "Isn't it uncomfortable? All that lace?"

"Fashion is uncomfortable, Jane, but it's a sacrifice I'm willing to make." She looked Jane over; she was in leggings that clung to her hips and highlighted an ass Maura hadn't quite expected her to have, even though she'd seen it before. She wore a hoodie over a tank top, half-unzipped. Her bra had been plain black but Maura had found it hard to tear her gaze away. Jane looked comfortable, and that was sexy.

Maura shook her head. She'd been having the thought a lot lately.

"I find lace so itchy, though." Jane's nose scrunched adorably. "And I know you have some sensory issues."

It was sweet that Jane remembered anything Maura brought up in conversation.

"It's fine. I like how it looks."

Jane mumbled something to herself, then blushed so deep it went up to her hairline and down to the neckline of her tank top. Maura watched her inquisitively.

"I mean, you have so much more than me," Jane mumbled. "So it must be uncomfortable."

It was true; Jane's breasts were smaller, but Maura thought they were lovely and fit Jane's more athletic form.

"And heavy," Jane added, washing her hands at the sink and handing over the special chopsticks Maura preferred even though the set was technically identical; Maura preferred the one with the slight groove from her finger wearing down the patina.

"They're not. Or I don't notice."

"Doesn't your back hurt, lugging those things around?" Jane joked. She rounded the counter, and then her hands were on Maura's breasts, assessing them, feeling the heft and weight of them.

Maura stopped breathing.

Jane met her eyes a moment later. She'd blushed even more somehow.

"Just--just checking," Jane said. "It's something girls do, isn't it?"

Maura didn't know what girls did, but no girls had ever done this before. Jane's hands still cupped her; Maura was back in a plain skin tone cotton bra beneath her blouse, but the fabric felt so thin with the warmth of Jane's hands touching her.

"I suppose so."

Jane retreated, then dropped her hands slowly. Almost reluctantly.

"Dinner's ready," Jane said, turning away, but Maura noticed she didn't pick up her chopsticks until her hands had stopped shaking.

The next time was in Jane's bed. Maura had cried herself to sleep in Jane's arm. The place she'd always felt safest.

Jane's arm was over her, rubbing her back.

"Can you--can you hold me?" Maura's voice broke. She rolled over and Jane pulled Maura against her front.

Her hand didn't stop rubbing.

It was comforting. Too comforting for Maura, sleepy now, worn out by her long day and crying spree, to ask her to stop.

She didn't want Jane to stop.

But Jane did. She noticed when Maura's nipple hardened under her touch, then realised what she'd been doing. She froze, completely stiff against Maura's back.

"It's what girls do, isn't it?" Maura said, her voice low. Maura had seen what girls did to each other in Merch, and she'd been very interested, but Jane kept insisting that she wasn't that kind of girl. Jane relaxed, but she moved her hand down over the soft cotton of the tee Maura had stolen from Jane the first time she'd stayed over. It was in a drawer of its own--not its own, it shared the drawer with the other clothes Jane had set aside for her, the clothes Maura left here.

Jane exhaled, and Maura realised she'd been holding her breath. Jane's hand rubbed over Maura's stomach instead, and that was somehow worse, it made Maura clench in anticipation for something Jane would never, never do.

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The next time, Maura had been cornered by a doctor at an event. Jane came up from behind her, then slid an arm around her, resting it on her hip.

"Sweetheart, they need you at the front desk. Some problem with the guest list." Maura could feel Jane's disdain for the man she spoke to seeping out of her. "If you'll excuse us." Jane pulled Maura closer still, the form of her body pressing against Maura deliciously, the way it always did when Jane pretended to be her girlfriend. Maura wasn't ashamed to admit it was often, or that it made her feel like a princess. She sank back into Jane, enjoying the embrace.

"I'll follow you," Jane said, her lips brushing Maura's ear. "Unless you were enjoying yourself?"

Maura snorted in an unladylike way, then shook her head. She wove her way through the crowd with years of practice allowing her passage even through the most crowded events.

"I, uh," Jane blushed when they got to the hallway. "I got you a corsage."

It wasn't a corsage event, but Maura let Jane carefully slide it onto the breast of her dress. She let Jane claim her in public because for all intents and purposes, Maura was Jane's.

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"Would it be okay if we kissed?"

Maura turned, her hands covered in flour. She looked at Jane.

"I've been thinking," Jane said, desperately trying to fill the silence she'd created. "And I mean, I like you more than any guy I've ever met. We practically live together. You're my plus one to everything, and even though we spend the whole day together my heart gets a little lift when I think about when I get to see you again. I guess I'm saying I'm a little obsessed with you. And I'm sorry if that makes this weird or you don't feel the same way. But I spent most of my life thinking there was something wrong with being gay until Robin set me straight--well, not straight. You know what I mean. And now that I'm not all judgemental, now that I've had time to think about things, I think maybe I'm not that straight either."

"You're certainly fascinated by my breasts," Maura mused. She should have seen this coming. She washed her hands and dried them on a hand towel. She walked over to Jane and stopped in front of where she slumped on her usual stool at Maura's counter. "Well?"

"Well what?"

"Are you going to kiss me?"

Maura held her breath. For all Jane had said, she looked torn for a moment, then she looked at Maura and her entire countenance softened, the way it always did when she looked at Maura. Jane reached out slowly and touched Maura's cheeks, then cupped them, then she leaned in slowly enough that it was obvious that she was waiting for one of them to change their mind.

Maura waited; she didn't want to scare Jane off.

It paid off; Jane's lips met hers so tentatively, with such uncertainty that Maura pressed forward, opening her mouth and her heart to Jane, who was shaking. Jane's hands slid down to her waist and Maura pressed herself against Jane as she stood; the whole lanky length of her pressed against Maura. Maura let out a low moan that made Jane smile against her lips, that made Jane move her hands to Maura's hips and the swell of her ass.

"I always took you for more of a breast girl," Maura said when she pulled away. Jane's hands squeezed her ass.

"I'm a Doctor Maura Isles girl, end of," Jane said, breathless and flushed.

Maura chuckled and unbuttoned her shirt, and she was immediately quantified by Jane's eyes sliding down, Jane's mouth dripping open, Jane's hands cupping her.

"I'm always right," Maura told Jane, when Jane's eyes slid back up to hers.

"I love that about you," Jane said. "I love you."

And Jane spent the rest of that night--and the rest of her life--proving that, along with proving Maura right.

#rizzoli and isles #rizzoli & isles #rizzles #maura isles #jane rizzoli #rizzles fanfic

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anthrofreshtodeath · 1 year ago

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Looking forward to this prompt like always.

maybe they get slightly jealous while out, so they grab onto their partner's hand to establish their relationship

here it is! I have no idea what I just wrote but, you know, here we go:

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The Childhood Cancer Awareness Gala. If anything in Maura’s life is a black tie affair, it’s this. It comes once a year, in May, just as the spring gives way to summer temperatures, and, unfortunately, when the nascent MLB season really starts to take shape. Which usually means she takes a man, a doctor most times, instead of Jane: the person with whom she much prefers to attend these things. Not only is Jane Maura’s best friend - and thus makes it all genuinely more bearable - Jane has all the social skills Maura wishes she did when it came to fellow donors and hot shots. There are celebrities at this thing, for god’s sake. And that makes Maura nervous, especially since Jane so often has about five to eight games to catch up on by the time late May rolls around and refuses to come. Last time Maura had to bring a surgeon. But this year, by some miracle, the Red Sox have an off day on this Tuesday night, the same that the Gala is on.

And Maura had known this fact for months. In fact, as soon as the regular season schedule was released. That meant that she started her get-Jane-to-the-Gala campaign while snow still raged outside and the year had barely begun. It culminates in the black, strapless gown she wears now, the one showing off her tanned shoulders and her three hundred dollar haircut complete with layers and highlights and the smell of priceless product. There are heels that highlight her calves and make her ass look fantastic; there is a pendant on her neck that draws attention to her perfectly supported breasts. There’s even a diamond ring on her right ring finger, big and belonging once to her mother, because Jane likes to look at things that remind her of tradition.

And Maura had promised, not with words per se, but quite forcefully, quite convincingly, that Jane’s attendance would be worthwhile. The promise had consisted of some rather pointed modeling in the guest bedroom while Jane sat in a lounge chair and watched, of even more pointed half-states of undress, including dropping the garment in front of her with her heels still on so that she could bend over in the skimpiest pair of underwear appropriate for a platonic home fashion show that she owned. It also consisted of the subtle increase in hand jewelry, answers to Jane’s questions about it being, “My mother gave it to me. She couldn’t bring herself to wear it anymore; she finds such signs of commitment provincial. I vehemently disagree - especially when the signs are so exquisite. Don’t you think?”

Jane had sniffled. She’d stood, looking stiff and stupid as her mouth gaped at the ring Maura held out, before she finally said, “it’s on the wrong hand.”

Maura had chuckled warmly and replied, “for now.”

The stupidity intensified up until Jane mopped her jaw off the floor and excused herself to return upstairs. Maura then understood that she didn’t even need to invite Jane: she just needed to bring the Gala up.

That happened about two weeks after the ring incident, which was about two weeks after the dress fitting. Maura stood in front of the vanity in her bedroom’s en suite, rubbing a European moisturizer into the skin just over her cheek bones. “You know, the Childhood Cancer Awareness Gala is on the 28th this year,” she said with the most practiced nonchalance as she frowned to get more of the product into her pores.

Jane had grunted. She leaned against the threshold to the bathroom and crossed her arms, using tox results for their current case as the excuse to be in Mauara’s inner sanctum. Maura had at least given her the courtesy of relaying those lab results before bringing the fundraiser up. “‘S an off day,” Jane said.

Maura made a curious sound. “Hmm. Really?”

“Yeah,” Jane confirmed. “Want me to tag along?”

Maura pursed her lips so she didn’t smile. Jane isn’t hers. But she knows a secret: Jane wants to be, and so she admits she played a little dirty to have gotten Jane to accompany her.

Honestly, though, that was the nonverbal content of Maura’s promise: go, and becoming mine is a distinct, dirty possibility for you. “I’d like that,” she told Jane. “Do you need something to wear?”

She knew what Jane would say. Well, she knew the answer. Jane ended up saying, “I”ve seen what you’re wearing; I think I can cobble something together.”

Contrary to what even Jane herself might have believed, Maura hadn’t wanted to go shopping for Jane anyway - she wanted it on the table that Jane would be dressing to compliment her. Because that meant Jane in a suit. And Maura is attracted to the Jane she knows, not the Jane she can conjure by draping her in couture.

And so, Jane is here, at the Childhood Cancer Awareness Gala, in May, instead of in front of a ballgame somewhere. Jane is here in a suit, with a very expensive white silk shirt under the jacket, with a sleeker, more understated boot than the aggressive block heel she often wears to work, her hair wild and beautiful and the perfect compliment to her sharp features.

It is, by all accounts as Maura returns from the restroom, a win. A complete victory on all fronts. Except, that is, Jane stands close to Doctor Melissa Henry - world renowned OBGYN and overall knockout - listening intently enough, leaning in close enough, to hear above the sociable din.

Jane’s long fingers hold her champagne flute by the rim, the drink Maura had procured for her long before the trip to the restroom, and Jane hasn’t touched it. Hasn’t had a sip. Which, of course not, because Doctor Henry is Puerto Rican and curvaceous and a genius. Why would Jane interrupt her spell to imbibe?

Doctor Henry leans close and says something into Jane’s ear, Jane who turns into the gesture yet again, and suddenly, they are both chuckling. And by god, it’s Jane’s handsome chuckle - the one that crinkles the corners of her eyes and bestows upon her a crooked little grin.

Normally, Maura respects the hell out of Doctor Henry as a leader in the field of women’s medicine. She’s serious and principled and warm… and that’s the damn problem. Maura did a fucking bend and snap to get Jane here (thank Jane’s modern media bootcamp for that particularly relevant reference); she’s not letting go this easily.

And again, she intends to fight dirty.

She marches across the crowded ballroom to where the two women stand, where Doctor Henry places a steadying hand on Jane’s shoulder because her heels are tall and her ankles are crossed. A man bumps into a deadset Maura, by accident, but it only fuels her resolve. She continues, gaze forward, back straight, clutch in front of her hips (the ones that sway as she walks), until she approaches Jane and Doctor Henry. Then she stops.

For all her missing of social mores, Maura can synthesize the details of a situation like no other. So just as she approaches, she comes up to Jane’s left, because Jane’s right is occupied with the champagne. And also, coincidentally, Doctor Henry. All for the better, though, because this means that for her next act, the ring on her hand can do all the heavy lifting, even if it’s a mirror image of where it’s supposed to be.

Her fingers find the ones at Jane’s side, and they slither between them. Once they’re all but entwined, she drags them up, skin brushing as they curl, just before manicured fingers scratch Jane’s palm one time. Then as she fans them back out, down and united again, she kisses Jane’s covered shoulder. Jane shivers and Maura knows it’s because of the metal rubbing on her ring finger. “My mother’s bete noir is here,” she says into the fabric of Jane’s jacket, relishing the delicate scratch against her gloss-softened lips. “The feud is as alive as ever.”

Boom.

Between the touching and the comment just for her, she’s got Jane. She knows she’s got Jane because instead of a statement about how rude it is not to greet the third party, Jane says in that gravel-rich timbre, “she still telling the story about how her daughter styled… who?”

“The Roman Prince of Cerveteri? At least once a function,” Maura replies quickly, all as she turns her gaze on Doctor Henry. “So sorry, Melissa - family issues. You know how it is.”

Family. Issues.

Jane stiffens further, grows warmer; Maura knows there’s blushing even if she can only see Melissa Henry’s straight-out-of-a-catalog face.

“That I do,” Doctor Henry says. Gracefully she steps away from Jane. Is that a bit of fear Maura sees, too? “Do uh, do you two need a drink? I think I’m headed to the bar.”

Jane smiles with her lips closed and simply holds up her champagne flute. I’ve got plenty.

“I’ve had enough for the evening, but thank you,” Maura answers with a cordial smile.

When Doctor Henry walks away after a nod and a smirk of her own, Jane snorts. “I don’t think she’s coming back,” she says.

“God, I hope not,” says Maura. When Jane, without letting go of Maura’s hand, downs her entire drink and steps close enough for their fronts to touch, Maura honors the nonverbal request for an embrace by wrapping her free arm around Jane’s shoulders. “When you’re here, when you accompany me to these events, you’re mine,” she asserts with a growl of her own.

“I’m yours all the time,” Jane counters. She rests her head in the crook of Maura’s neck because in heels, Maura is tall enough.

Maura squeezes, and laughs lowly. “I know.”

#lauren writes rizzoli and isles fanfiction #rizzoli and isles #otp prompts February 2024 #featuring Neanderthal Jane #and also Neanderthal Maura apparently lol #I just know they went home and fucked nasty after this

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