Good evening all.
First i would just like to say that if you are waiting for an update of 'Crimson Reverie' thankyou for reading my work, i do intend to finish it, i just need a bit more time to work out how.
& Now onto my new story. It is again for The Mentalist, but something very different to what i have written before. It is intended to be a story of Jisbon, but not one of a happy ending.
I don't want to give too much away, just that i hope you enjoy what you read..
But before you do, my bribes have yet to work, and i therefore still have no claims over The Mentalist, nor the characters within. ;)
Of Many Things
Chapter One
"Are you scared?"
Lisbon looked up at Jane, shocked by his words; by their abruptness, he was never one to cut corners. She supposed she should be glad of it, that he hadn't changed, she thought that it perhaps meant he truly cared. But who was she to go around thinking things like that. He was the mentalist, not her.
Her breath almost failing her, she decided that it was the time for truth; it was literally now or never. "Of many things, yes, but not of this." She saw her words hit him. She had done the impossible. She had shocked Patrick Jane.
His eyes began to water as he looked deep into her own. They had lost their sparkle. That forest green, normally so deep with passion, was slowly being washed away. Replaced by something altogether more grey. He didn't understand her answer. How could she not fear this? How could she seem so ok about it all? She was dying. She was dying, and she wasn't scared. Was there anything this woman feared? Sometimes he thought that perhaps there wasn't. Perhaps she just didn't have that emotion within her. But she had just admitted that she was scared of many things, and he felt an odd kind of responsibility to take away her fear, the least she deserved was to die knowing that nothing in her world could harm her. No one should die with fear in their heart.
I know it is very short, but it is just an introduction, and i will be adding the second chapter straight after this one.
Thankyou ever so much for reading, Katie.