A/N: I found this in a notebook I packed on my travels. No idea when I wrote it. Figured I'd share since I had it. Please excuse any mistake. I typed this up on my phone. Touch screens are not my friend!
Disclaimer: They don't belong to me, but you know that.
The sky was falling.
Not literally, but near enough.
Destruction reigned all around them.
Who was them? Jane had no fucking clue.
"Maura!"
Where was she? Where in fifty fucks was she?
"Maura?!"
Concrete and timber, plaster and dust. It all rained down on their heads, and all Jane needed to know was that Maura was okay.
She had to be.
The world was ending around her, humanity once again brought to its knees, but it would all be okay if she could only see...
Ahhh...
It was like oxygen. Inhaling dust and coughing and wheezing her way forward, she was breathing free and clear.
"Maura!"
Crumbling concrete and crunching wood is deafening, and even though she can't actually hear a word, she can physically feel Maura calling her name.
Five feet away and a cinderblock breaks loose. Falling, cracking her in the back of the head.
Stumbling forward, her knees give out. Arm stretched out, she actually hears Maura this time.
Jane.
Maura.
Vision blurred, she inches closer. The darkness encroaching.
She just has to feel her.
Three feet.
Lifting her heavy head, the room spins. Where is she? Maura.
Seeing triple momentarily, she blinks several times trying to clear her vision.
Maura's there. Just there. So close, that if the world weren't ending, if the sky wasn't falling, she'd be able to smell her.
"M..."
The world grows dimmer, but Jane sees. Maura's trapped.
Fuck.
"Mau..."
Nameless faces rush past. They're too busy trying to save themselves to help two of the fallen.
Maura.
Inch by painful inch she crawls forward. She can do this. She has to do this. Maura needs her.
When Maura needs her she's always there. She's fucking Superman if Maura needs it.
"Maur..."
The world is black and white. Black and white; and red.
Swiping a hand clumsily across her face she feels something sticky. Tacky.
It doesn't matter.
Maura's there, calling her name. No longer attempting to lever whatever is trapping her. She's just looking at me. Calling my name.
Reaching for me.
I remember that her skin is soft. Warm.
I'm cold.
Inches. I'm nearly there. Whatever she needs.
Reaching for me.
She wants to touch me.
Whatever Maura wants, Maura gets.
I smile.
One last time I can give her what she wants. Needs.
I can't drag my body anymore, but I can reach out to her.
It's what we've always done. Done best. Reach for one another.
Fingers graze as the world ends and the sky falls.
I'm warm. I'm home.