A/N: This is another Jello Forever Secret Santa fic, written for celticgina.

She asked for:

1. What happened in their past that makes them tick.
2. Weather related. I leave that to the writers imagination
3. Dancing....go in the direction you like here as well

I'd write more but I want my breakfast.

x tromana

Title: Four Seasons in One Day
Author: tromana
Rating: K+
Characters: Team
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: Five short oneshots, each based on one member of the team and a different weather condition.
Notes: Beta'd by Divinia Serit. Thank ya, ma'am!

Four Seasons in One Day

One - And the Rain, Rain, Rain Came Down, Down, Down

Her feet skittered, smacking against the wet sidewalk and the splashes of muddy water sloshed reassuringly up her shins, drenching her socks. Despite the cold and the wet, Teresa Lisbon wasn't bothered. She was enjoying this, she always loved the rain. So she couldn't help but break out into a rare, bright grin. It cheered her up no end, even while doing chores.

She liked to pretend. As her knees flexed and straightened, somewhat sporadically as she hadn't been lucky enough to receive any dance training, she imagined that she was Ginger Rogers. And just out of sight (always just out of sight), her Fred Astaire was waiting for her.

It was a game she frequently played when she walked to the shops, before she was loaded down with heavy grocery bags. It didn't matter whether it was rain or shine, but there was always something more magical about dancing in the rain, like today. It made her feel young, irresponsible. Like she didn't have a care in the world. Well, she was still young, technically, she reasoned. But she still had more responsibilities and more problems to deal with than the rest of her class put together.

She stopped briefly and stared skywards. The raindrops danced down, finishing their descent where they so chose. No rules governed them. If they wanted to land in her eyes, get caught in her hair and splash on the tip of her nose, who was she, a mere human, to stop them? Each raindrop seemed to represent one of her problems. Wild and uncontrollable, all she could do was employ damage limitation. So that was quite simply what little Teresa Lisbon, the elfin girl becoming a grown woman all too soon, did.

A police officer stormed past, all dour faced and scowling at the weather, with no time for too-skinny kids that were getting in the way. He didn't seem to notice, or care, that she had to have the dinner on the table by seven else her brothers would complain. That in turn could well awaken the semi-latent monster within her Dad. And then that could lead to another one of them being hospitalized for a night or two. For some reason, she doubted that the medical staff would believe her weak excuses about clumsiness and play-fighting for much longer. Out of instinct, she snorted and swore that if she was ever in a position of power, then she would do everything feasibly possible to protect those who needed it.

But for now, she would allow herself to stare up at the sky whenever it rained. And dance her way to wherever her destination was to raise her spirits.

***

Lisbon stared at the sky and sighed. According to proverbs, it never rains but it pours and right now, she believed that was true. She still liked rain, still found something relaxing about the thud, thud, thudding of raindrops against concrete. Still liked the mad dash from the house to the car to avoid getting too wet. Still liked to stop and dance if nobody was watching.

Which Jane was now, so she couldn't quite let her hair down, figuratively speaking.

Besides, she has work now and she's a professional. Teresa the little girl may have relaxed by dancing in the rain, but Lisbon the woman had more important matters to think about.

"A penny for your thoughts?"

"Oh, you wouldn't want to know," she sighed before clasping his hand. "Let's join the others inside before we're soaked through."

And the rain, rain, rain came down, down, down
The rain, rain, rain came down, down, down
-- And the Rain, Rain, Rain Came Down, Down, Down, Disney's Winnie the Pooh and the Blustery Day