Saviors
Hey y'all so I've been wanting to write this story for a long time I love FNL and am convinced Tim Riggins is just about the hottest guy on TV, and wonderfully imperfect I've always thought he deserved to have a real chance at happiness so I created this story, it starts right before the first episode and will just work my OC into the general storyline of each episode, I liked the writing of FNL I'm not interested in changing it I'm just adding Carson hopefully she'll offer Tim fans a little peace. Oh and btw I know in the third season its shows that Tim, Lyla and Tyra are all sophomores first season but I think that's just because they wanted to keep them in high school another season so in this story we're going to assume everyone except Matt. Landry and Julie are juniors ok? Thanks hope you like & reviews are appreciated!
Chapter 1 – Nobody's Savior
When Carson walked into Dillon High School the first day of junior year everything changed. She had an easy confidence about her and she didn't say much but her smile was quick and bright. The walk to her locker unintentionally had every boy in school watching her every move - honey brown hair bounced around her slim waist, a navy tank top a shade darker than her eyes was tucked haphazardly into jean short shorts that had a brown belt and wide silver belt buckle she had tan toned legs, a key pendant hung over 34Cs… she was a perfect country girl down to her red leather cowboy boots. This girl could give Lyla Garridy and Tyra Collette, the resident 10s of Dillon, a run for their money. She was the newest, hottest thing in Dillon and no one even knew her name yet, and it wasn't long before she caught the eye of Dillon's own fallen son, Tim Riggins.
Tim walked in like he owned the place – the strange thing was only other people thought that, he truthfully could give a shit, his so called "cool" was a simple combination of true carelessness and multiple hangovers. Though admittingly he was walking next to Street and Garriety and they cared enough for them all. The funny thing was the only people he actually cared about were those two: J and Lyla – they had been the three musketeers as long as he could remember, and for the most part he was happy to play his part as the careless bad boy to his golden boy best friend and girlfriend. So here he was walking with an arm around them both though the front door of high school… maybe this year wouldn't be half bad.
Some rally girl tried to engage him in conversation and pulled him from his thoughts for a moment when he looked up and saw her, even through the haze of his hangover she was the hottest thing he'd ever seen – not in that don't ruffle me untouchable way that Lyla had (too much god damn work that one) or the in your face confident sexuality of his on again off again girl, Tyra. No this one was just God damn right with a sweetness and a confidence coming from the smile she offered to anyone who met her eyes, he could tell she wasn't a people pleaser, the fact that she wasn't already chatting up the cheerleaders told him that, if a girl with a body like that wasn't with the pom poms of Dillon she could care less what people thought of her, and he liked her instantly for it.
"Tim?" Lyla looked pointedly at him and then the rally girl her eyes saying 'get rid of this please' so he looked down at the little blonde that was a common as footballs in Dillon, vying for his attention –he may have slept with her over the summer but he honestly couldn't remember, let alone her name - so he said, "Sure Darlin' maybe later" and ignored her smile, glad when she practically skipped away back to the other giggly blondes he didn't care enough to assume were her friends. Lyla rolled her eyes and Jason laughed used to him he just grinned because that's what they expected him to do,
"Well I'm off," J said, "I wanna go over something with Coach before class. Lyla and Tim just smiled, they were used to Jason – it was funny really Tim mused, they were all so comfortable with each other and the specific positions in which they inhabited just as long as they didn't change all would be right with the world. So with a quick kiss to Lyla that Tim could never imagine himself giving the girl he loved (too quick, too sweet, too empty...) Tim was still staring as the beauty threw a book into the worn leather bag that hung from one shoulder, no purse no mirror in her locker she just tossed her hair over her shoulder when it got in her way (he was close enough to get a sniff of the coconut smell that wafted from her hair) and put on carmex instead of that sticking tube stuff the other girls gunked on their lips that he hated. He nudged Lyla, "Who's that?" he asked nodding to the girl.
Lyla looked her over and back up at Tim shaking her head in confusion, "I don't know, I've never seen her before." Well well Tim thought, little miss busy body class president Lyla Garriety didn't know who the new beauty in town was. Her confusion was priceless and kept her from giving Tim those disapproving looks he usually got when he brought up interest in a girl, he knew Lyla didn't approve of his exploits and sometimes he did, admittingly bring them up just to piss her off but the one time he was serious she couldn't help. So the question still remained – who was this girl?
Carson was having fun, for the first time in a long time she was having fun at school. No more private school girl plaids, she could hardly believe she could wear her summer clothes to school, it felt damn good too. She smirked at the thought of all the other girls and boys at Hanover Prep starting school in cold northern Virginia weather in their blazers and ties when she was back home in Texas in cowboy boots and shorts, back where she belonged and no one knew who she was. She walked down the hall a free woman and knew the appreciative stares she got from boys were for her looks and not some scheme, and the girls returned her smiles simply because they were friendly and happy too, no hidden motives. But there was one boy who caught her eye….
Tall, dark, and dangerous with enough pain in his eyes to stop a freight train, when their eyes met across the hall she quiet literally stopped in her tracks. All she saw was green eyes; she couldn't have looked away if she wanted to. It was like something was holding her to him, maybe it was the pain in those beautiful eyes, maybe the defiance in the slightly raised jaw, or the smirk that crept to one corner of his mouth whatever held her to him was so strong she couldn't breathe – as if a linebacker had suddenly sat on her chest. It was a full minute before she could break their gaze long enough to find second hand clothes sheathed over tall, tan muscle and that long hair had her breath catching in her throat. Well look at you Carson King, she thought to herself, not here and free five minutes and your heart's already down for the count, so she ignored that voice of caution and threw him her own defiant smirk and walked down the hall.
The way she looked at him was like no one ever had before, she had this look that saw past the bullshit, like she was looking straight at his heart and soul, which scared the shit out of Tim because he could almost guarantee she wouldn't like what she found there. Yet… she seemed too, he could see her chest rise quickly a couple of times as if she couldn't get enough air, he knew the feeling – it was currently constricting his own lungs. Which was complete bullshit, right? He didn't have this reaction to girls, they came to him he would drink and end up in bed with them and when he woke up he would just leave with the few memories he had, no harm no foul, but damn it this girl… well she was … as he was trying to figure out what the hell she was, she looked him straight in the eye and smiled that slow confident smile that threw caution to the wind and pretty much went straight to his dick as he watched her walk away, fantastic ass swaying just enough to make his mouth water, but not enough that he knew she was purposely doing it. Well fuck me, Tim thought, then laughed at his own statement maybe if she would he'd get the hell over this feeling. So as he started down the hall he actual began to think about how he'd meet her, which he never did, after all girls came to him… right?
Damn if only she could find that freakin' classroom, Carson fumed as she twisted the map of Dillon High up and down trying to figure out where the fuck she was. She seemed to have an idea of where her history class was so she turned and walked … straight into the guy from the hallway, and there sure was a lot of him to walk into, muscles on lean muscles he had to be at least 6"1, and she surely would have fell flat on her ass if his arms hadn't darted out and caught her. So when Carson looked up into those haunted hazel eyes she found herself wrapped in his arms and the feel of his warm skin on her arms, and the large hand that was spread over the small of her back felt… right.
God Damn did she feel good. Tim had walked from his locker, late as usual, straight into the girl he saw earlier and was still thinking about which is probably why he ran into her in the first place. So there he was, his arms comfortably filled by a tiny waist and about 5'5 of beautiful girl her breasts brushed against his chest and her small elegant hand rested on his pectoral muscle, he knew if he looked down he'd see ample cleavage but he just couldn't tear his eyes away from her face, pouty pink lips a pert little nose in a heart shaped face and big doe blue eyes with thick black lashes … he was still observing when a pretty voice just barely hinted with a Texas accent stopped his perusal,
"I am so sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going," realizing he'd best let go, Tim loosened his arms and stepped back.
"No, it was my fault, my mind was somewhere else" he said, leaning down and grabbing her bag he held it out to her, "sorry 'bout that." She was blushing a bit which he found kind of adorable and as she ran her hand though her hair he got that same whiff of coconut and mango from earlier, he couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to bury his face in her hair and just breathe in, or what the rest of her smelled like or tasted like, that light gold skin had to taste as good as it looked. She smiled when he gave her the bag and their fingers brushed sending a jolt up his arm that he ignored as best he could.
"Thank you so much, I'm afraid I'm a bit lost," she looked down at the map in her hands and he watched as she lightly bit her full bottom him, damn Tim could feel his jeans tighten after that tiny move, what the fuck was wrong with him? But Tim Riggins was no freshman pussy so he stepped to look over her shoulder, and closed his hand around hers, that was holding one side of the map – angling it so he could see it better,
"This map is damn confusing just tell me where your going, I'll walk you there."
Carson was currently concentrating on breathing normally while he stood so close to her, the shadow of him directly behind her, not quiet pressed up against her back but close, his breath on the back of her neck and his hand wrapped around her right hand holding the map. This kid had no concept of personal space, but if she was honest she was really happy about that fact. Her brain clicked back on and she knew he'd asked her something, damn what did he say? Her brain scrambled to find an answer – class, what class? – "Oh I don't want to make you late." He glanced at the clock in the hallway 8:02 they were already late,
"It's fine, if I showed up on time the teachers wouldn't know what to do," with that he took her schedule out of her other hand and read for a moment. Carson watched as his brows came up a couple of times, "Well we have first together, Hamilton's, I'm going that way anyway." He smiled and she was completely, irrevocably lost. Carson didn't do the whole love thing she was independent, modern, and she'd been hurt by boys, further more with the way she looked had never had a problem with male attention, not enough to crave it, but damn if she didn't want the man in front of her, and she wanted him bad, she realized.
So she did the only thing she could, she squared her shoulders and tossed her hair over her shoulder, "Well then, I suppose I'll follow you" over a cliff if you asked she thought, "by the way I'm Carson, Carson King, and you? I probably shouldn't refer to you as my savior in public" she couldn't believe she just said that, and neither could he she guessed as she watched some of the laughter leave his eyes, and the pain come back.
"I'm nobody's savior," she looked down embarrassed despite herself, "but it's real nice to meet you Carson, I'm Tim, Tim Riggins." And when he slid his hand into hers and their eyes met, she almost told him she never wanted him to let go, and with that he led her by the hand down the hall of Dillon High.
Tim couldn't believe what he was doing, and more than that couldn't believe she was letting him. The second since he had caught her he had been touching Carson in at least some little way, he knew they just met, he knew he should let go, he knew all of this but it just felt too damn good, too right, to let go just yet. She didn't know him, she didn't know anything about him yet, and she seemed to trust him without hesitation, and he knew that would go away, as soon as she talked to pretty much anyone in Dillon. She'd find out just who he was, who his family was, and that effortless trust would go away. It was the first time Tim seriously cared about his reputation because this one was… different.
Just as he was starting to figure it out, they got to the classroom and he released her hand to open the door, when it met her eyes she gave him this sad little smile as if to say, "I wished you wouldn't have let go, but I understand why you did," if only she did understand. Understand that if she walked in to the first day of class holding Tim Riggins's hand she'd be labeled a slut within seconds, and he didn't want that for her, he could tell she wasn't. After all he'd had enough experience with easy women to know one when he met one.
When he dropped her hand she almost pouted, like she hadn't since she was little, Carson King was not a whiner so she just gave him a sad smile when he looked back at her. She understood and was grateful he was protecting her reputation at a new school, even though she would have gladly thrown that reputation away for him to keep holding her hand – what the hell was had gotten into her?
When they walked in a balding man in his fifties in a bad tie and ill-fitted slacks looked at them both with bored frustration, "Already Mr. Riggins? The year has just begun." Before Tim could say anything Carson leaped to his defense,
"It's my fault sir," he seemed to notice her for the first time and she gave him her perfect student smile, "I'm new here and was terribly lost, I ran into Mr. Riggins in the hallway he was kind enough to guide me." Mr. Hamilton seemed slightly taken aback as if he couldn't believe she had spoken or what she had said.
Then spoke, "very well, you must be Miss King? I heard you come form a very prestigious school; your test scores are magnificent, welcome to Dillon," he was getting more excited having remembered the student's flawless transcripts.
She just smiled, ignoring the few whispers she heard, she had been hoping to avoid this but it was always best to confront a problem head on, so she laughed lightly, not basking in a teacher's praise the way her new classmates expected her to, "Stuffy more than prestigious, I'm just happy to be back home in Texas, where I belong." She looked straight at Tim and a little cheer from the boys went up – you can always count on teenage boys in Texas to have pride in their state, the girls laughed and all tension was gone. Mr. Hamilton nodded a bit annoyed, "Well please take your seat Miss King."
It must have been her lucky day because there was a seat in the back next to Tim, and she walked back and slid into it without hesitation giving him a wide smile. "Oh and Mr. Hamilton"
"Yes, Miss King?"
"Call me Carson, just Carson" and just like that the news of Carson King spread through Dillon like wild fire.
