So since For Blue Skies is on hiatus due to lack of muse, I haven't been doing much writing lately, meaning my head has been one jumbled mess. And the inspiration for this story came out of nowhere. However, it is inspired slightly by Grey's Anatomy, but not too much. I'm also not sure if anything like this has been written before, but if it has I haven't seen it. Another note, Maura and Jane will be slightly OOC for at least this chapter and perhaps the next few. (Jane's not her heroic self as you'll see in the first few lines, worry not she may redeem herself, and Maura's going to be a little angsty). Please do not let that alone discourage you from reading this!
Another note, I'm aware that Maura was the only reason that Korsak was able to come find them, so just use your imagination on that part. (You could assume Jane was able to use her phone or something along those lines, damn, I've really hit a wall with that one).
And finally, I do not own the characters nor the show Rizzoli and Isles (sad world, huh?), the only thing that is mine is the plot. I hope you guys like this one! Please leave me some feedback!
"I can't. I can't. I'm so sorry. I can't do this. I'm sorry."
"I really like my leg, Jane."
"Oh God...Oh God...I-I can't, I-Maura?" Jane looked up, seeing that Maura was not laying on her back, completely still with her eyes closed. Her hands grasped the blonde's shoulders, shaking the body lightly. "Maur?" She shook harder, "Maura!"
The sound of the crutches clicking echoed as they hit the linoleum tile of the hospital hallway. Maura slowly made her way through the building and to the waiting room, where Angela picked her up daily after her physical therapy sessions. She stared at the ground for most of the journey, refusing to make eye contact with the doctors and nurses who once looked up to her that now pitied her. The ME's eyes shifted up as she entered the room, but anger and rage took over the distressed and sad look upon her face once she saw who was sitting where Angela normally sat.
"Maura!" Jane half-yelled as she stood from the chair, walking after her, who had turned around and crutched away as fast as she could. It didn't take very long for Jane to catch up with the other woman. "C'mon! I'm just here to pick you up. Ma's busy. She asked me to."
Maura pursed her lips, she had stopped now and stared back down.
"This isn't some intervention, alright?" The tone of Jane's voice went from stern to soft. "You don't have to say a word to me, I'm only here to pick you up."
After nodding lightly in resignation, Maura turned and made her way back to the waiting room.
The ride to Maura's house was silent. It wasn't that Jane had been expecting anything more, in fact she did expect the silence. But there was still a small spark of hope that they would talk about something. Anything. Instead, she brushed off the lack of talking and parked outside the large house. She reached for the door handle to get out of the car when she heard Maura's voice.
"Don't worry about it. I can do it on my own." Maura spoke quietly.
Jane sighed, "Ma said you'd say that. You need help, Maur. In fact, you will need help from time to time."
A laugh escaped Maura's lips as she rolled her eyes. "Who are you to talk about helping me?" Her hand grasped the door handle and she pushed the door open. "You had the chance to help me, Jane."
"I didn't chicken out." Jane's hand then found the handle on her side of the car and she too pushed the door, but unlike Maura she stepped out with ease before shutting it forcefully.
"That's why I'm in need of assistance now." She turned herself in her seat and did her best to stand up straight on the pavement.
Jane's eyebrows furrowed at Maura's snide comment and cruel tone. This was certainly not her best friend. She opened the door to the seat behind the passenger seat and pulled the crutches out, offering them to the woman who was trying her best to stay balanced.
"I can get them myself, thank you very much." Maura scowled.
"Fine, Maura!" Jane opened the back door and threw the crutches back onto the seat before slamming the door shut. "Get the damn crutches on your own!" She walked around the car and got back into the driver's seat. Sure, she felt awful doing this, but if Maura didn't want the help there was nothing she could do.
Meanwhile, Maura stood in disbelief. She slowly took one step, and another, and one more before falling into the side of the car. She used the car to hold herself up, and with a struggle she opened the back door. An urge to smile came over her, as this was the most independent she had been in too long. That smile, however, quickly vanished when she let go of the car door for a second and lost her balance, landing on the hard pavement. She saw the blood coming from her arm and the pain of scraping it on the concrete soon followed. As well as the feeling of two strong hands lifting her up by her upper arms as she held in sobs.
Jane stood Maura up, and turned her toward the house, where she guided the stubborn woman up and into the large structure, helping her all the way inside and onto the couch in her sitting area. "Lemme get you a rag for your elbow," Jane said as she rushed into the kitchen. She dampened a dish towel and brought it into Maura before lightly placing it on the large wound. "You need anything else?"
"Not from you." Maura muttered under her breath.
Taken back from the comment, Jane stepped away from Maura. Staring at the woman with a furious look displayed upon her face. "Are you ever going to forgive me?"
Maura shrugged, a lump forming in her throat as she held back tears.
"I'm sorry. How many times would you like me to say it? Give me a damn number!" Her voice grew louder, she hadn't planned on yelling but it was happening regardless.
There was no response.
"I know that you would have willingly sliced my leg open in the middle of the woods because your a freakin' doctor, but I couldn't do it. I had no time to decide before you passed out. I had no idea what I had to do!"
"I told you to make the incisi-"
"-I couldn't do it." Jane sternly interrupted. She kept the angered look plastered on her face as she watched Maura fall apart. "I regret it now. I know damn right that I should have done it, alright? I think about it every day."
Maura opened her mouth to speak, but the only thing that came out was a sob, followed by endless amount of tears.
It was hard for Jane to stay strong and angry now. She knelt down before Maura, placing her hands on her shoulders and looking her in her hazel eyes. "Maura, I'm here with you 100% now. Whatever you need, alright?"
After sniffling for a few moments and wiping the tears with the back of her hand, Maura felt ready to speak again. "I don't...need help."
"God dammit, Maura!" Jane's voice was the loudest that it had ever been, causing Maura to jump slightly. "You know what? I'm going to get your stupid crutches out of my car, and put them in here by you. Then I'm going to leave. Have fun wallowing in self pity."
Okay, that turned out a little more angsty than I had anticipated, but hey, it's just an idea. If you guys want to see more of this story please leave reviews and such, so I know if I should bother continuing. Before you leave a nasty review about how OOC they are, remember I warned you. And I believe that this is similar to how they might act in such a situation, but that's merely my opinion. Thank you so much for reading! 3
