Prisms of light
By QueenLavenderEyes
Poetic was not a word that many people when talking about Blake Moran.
He didn't go for long imaginative comparisons when describing things and he really didn't get that way about the people in his life.
Until he met the McCord's.
Being around them when they were together was like watching the different lights coming from a prism. Each person might have liferent colors but they came from the same sturdy base and were beautiful to watch shine.
But sometimes he would also get to see the times when the family weren't shining together.
Like when Steve found out that her mother had tortured someone.
Blake knew that finding out that your mother did something horrible in the past was difficult and he understood her anger at the Secretary but the look on her mother's face for the rest of the day…
Most people wouldn't be able to see the hint of pain in Elizabeth's eyes but Blake had been around he long enough to be able to tell when she felt upset. Now if he could just figure out how to help ease things with her family.
But he did feel better at the end of the day when the Secretary went home because Blake knew that if anyone could help it would be her husband.