A/N – Short one-shot song fic set in the last moments of the finale, when Jane is standing by the orange tree.
Disclaimer - I do not own any part of The Mentalist.
Jane stood still, smelling the orange, thinking of the beautiful emerald eyes he couldn't get out of mind. No matter how many times they argued, he always found himself stopping to stare into those beautiful, deep, and captivating eyes. And each time, they took away his breath.
Actually, seeing Teresa Lisbon in general, stole his breath. She was an enigma. He couldn't figure her out; he only knew she had a terrible childhood. She had gone through the double loss of both mother and father at a young age, and survived to grow into a strong, independent woman. He was willing to wait, to listen, if she ever needed anything from him, like a shoulder to cry on. And he was also in love with her.
True, it was not the kind of love he had shared with his wife, nor with his daughter. No, with Teresa, he felt a deeper connection. They both had suffered enormous tragedies in their lives and survived, emerging a different person than they were before. He labeled his feelings towards Teresa as love, because simply, it was nothing he had ever felt before.
Patrick Jane had made his way past the cloud of depression that hung over him since his family's murders. He had overcome the mourning and grief and found himself alive again. The emotions that surged through him every time he thought of his dark-haired boss proved that his heart hadn't died with his family.
Smiling to no one, he realized that saving Teresa was not even a choice. She had saved him, and he would be there for her, a fan of her life, even if he hadn't originally chosen life for himself.
He knew that whatever lay ahead in their future, whether it was romance or friendship, he would always be there for Teresa Lisbon. He would be there for her, through thick and thin, because they were a perfect match and a great team, almost as if they belonged together.
The strands in your eyes
That color them wonderful
Stop me and steal my breath
Emeralds from mountains
Thrust towards the sky
Never revealing their depth
Tell me that we belong together
Dress it up with the trappings of love
I'll be captivated,
I'll hang from your lips
Instead of the gallows
Of heartache that hang from above
I'll be your cryin' shoulder
I'll be love suicide
I'll be better when I'm older
I'll be the greatest fan of your life
Rain falls angry on the tin roof
As we lie awake in my bed
You're my survival
You're my living proof
My love is alive and not dead
Tell me that we belong together
Dress it up with the trappings of love
I'll be captivated
I'll hang from your lips
Instead of the gallows
Of heartache that hang from above
I'll be your cryin' shoulder
I'll be love suicide
I'll be better when I'm older
I'll be the greatest fan of your life
© I'll Be – Edwin McCain
A/N – Okay, so I just thought this could work perfectly for Patrick Jane and Teresa Lisbon, whether in a romance or friendship setting. The song could be interpreted either way, and I hope this can be as well. Reviews welcomed! ^_^
