Hey, this is my first Blacklist fanfiction! I apologize for any mistakes, I'm not a native speaker. This is my version of what could have happened after Liz found out that Red killed her father. It's rated T but could change to M later.
I don't own anything related to this show.
Please read and review!
xxxxx Too furious to listen:
Liz stormed into the room and found Red and Dembe playing cards. On her way to the table, she threw a lamp to the floor.
"You fucking son of a bitch! You killed my father!" she yelled at Red.
"Lizzie, language."
To Liz' surprise, Dembe didn't leave the room like he usually would do in a situation like that. He just stayed and watched the scene.
"How can you expect me to mind my language now? Don't change the subject! I asked you a question, damn it!"
"You didn't ask, you accused me of something."
"Fine. Did you kill my father?"
Red didn't say anything, obviously waiting for her to apologize for swearing at him. She knew how much he hated rude language.
"Did you kill him?"
He got up and looked her straight in the eyes. "Yes."
She slapped him across the face and turned to go, but he grabbed her wrists and pulled her close to him.
"Let me go! Damn it, Red, you're hurting me!"
"I will not let you go until I have explained why I...put him out of his misery..."
"Like you'd tell me the truth. You said criminals are notorious liars, so why should I believe anything you tell me about this? All that matters to me is that you are responsible for Sam's death! I'm done with you. This ends right now. Let me go, Reddington!" Liz yelled.
He held her tight and pressed his mouth next to her ear.
"I want you to listen closely, Lizzie. If you calm down, I'll loosen my grip and then we talk. If you don't calm down, this is going to be a long day for you."
His low voice and the way he whispered into her ear drove her insane. She knew she shouldn't be feeling this, especially not right now. This needs to stop. Now. She told herself. If I pretend to relax and listen to him, I can break free and run away.
"Ok, Red. I'm calm. Now loosen your damn grip on my wrists."
As soon as he had let go, she kicked him in the shin, broke free and went to the door. Liz really felt sorry for kicking and slapping Red, but if she wanted to be done with him, she had to leave now. She was almost out of the door, when she heard him behind her.
"Not so fast, girl. You stay."
The authority in his voice tolerated no dissent. He grabbed her shoulders and spun her around. When she was too angry and embarrassed to meet his eyes, he laid two fingers under her chin, forcing her to look at him.
"Lizzie, sit down and listen to me. We need to talk about what I did and why I did it. I can't expect you to understand-."
She cut Red off.
"Understand?! How can I possibly understand? If you expect me to forgive you..."
"I don't expect you to forgive me yet, I just-"
"Yet?"
"Will you stop interrupting me? I don't like that."
"You know what, Red? I fucking don't care! I'm leaving."
He twisted her arms behind her back, intending to hurt her. He knew full well that she wanted to push him over the edge. Well, she could have that.
"Lizzie, you sit down or I'll make you."
"You don't tell me what to do!"
Red pushed her down to the floor next to the wall and sat down behind her. When he bound her wrists with his tie, she hissed: "What the hell are you doing, Reddington?"
"I'm forced to crumple one of my nicest ties for you, sweetheart."
"Is that supposed to scare me? I'm not going to forgive you for killing my father, even if you hurt me."
"Oh Lizzie, I'm not going to hurt you. You're only hurting yourself if you keep struggling against me."
"Son of a bitch." she muttered under her breath.
"What was that?"
"You heard me. And now untie me and let me go!"
Liz was getting furious again, she couldn't stand it to be so close to Red, to be restrained by him and to be forced to listen to him when he was trying to justify why he killed her father. What bugged her most was this familiar ache between her legs when he was telling her off about something. She couldn't explain why and she knew it was wrong, but it always turned her on when he was cold and arrogant to her.
"...Have you been daydreaming, Lizzie?!"
"Hm?"
"I was just saying that I'm going to tie your ankles so that you can't run from me and I'm going to gag you so that you can't interrupt me. When I didn't hear you complain I figured you pretended not to hear me. Bad girl."
"Oh...I was just...um, thinking...Wait. What? No, I will not let you gag me and tie my ankles!"
"That's not your choice. It's better for you when-"
"I said 'no', Red!"
"Don't interrupt me."
"But..."
"Quiet."
"Red, I..."
"Shut up."
That silenced her, because she had never heard Red say that to her. Usually she was the one to tell him to shut up. Liz immediately realized that it sounded a little humiliating and ignored the growing ache between her legs.
"Dembe, could you bring the scarves, please?"
Liz had completely forgotten that they weren't alone. Dembe was still sitting at the table and watched them. She could tell he was enjoying this. A moment later, he gave two black scarves to Red. Dembe pushed her shoulders gently against he wall.
"I'm sorry, Miss Keen. Raymond warned me that this had to happen when you found out about your father."
Liz felt a sudden panic wave over her. What was going to happen when they were alone? What would Red do to her? Was he going to hurt her? Or just tell her things she didn't want to hear? Although she was pressed against the wall, she could have defended herself if she had wanted to. There was still so much anger inside her, she was full of energy, and she wanted to fight. Instead, she obediently let Red place one of the scarves over her mouth and watched him curiously when he removed her shoes, her socks and then tied her ankles with the other one. When he was done, he tied a knot and told Dembe to leave. Red moved back so that he sat behind her again.
They were alone. He hugged her from behind with his left arm to pull her closer to him and placed his right hand on her neck.
"So, Lizzie, let's get started." he spoke right into her ear, which sent shivers down her spine.
"Now that you're restrained and unable to interrupt me, I can talk about what happened that day in your father's hospital room without you swearing or yelling at me."
Oh no, he's teasing me about my temper...It's not my fault that I'm not good at hiding my emotions!
"You may not want to hear what I'm going to tell you now, but I want you to stay calm and listen closely. Understood?"
"Hmhm..."
"Good. When I heard that Sam's cancer had returned, I visited him at the hospital. I assumed that this time, he couldn't fight the cancer because of his age. The moment I saw him in this bed, I knew we had to say goodbye. I've known him for so long, Lizzie. I've been friends with Sam for all of yours and most of my life. It was hard to let him go, but he wanted to die. He didn't want to be in that hospital bed for six more weeks. You could argue that you wanted to see him one last time, but I couldn't let that happen. There was a truth that Sam wanted you to know and I disagreed. He wasn't thinking clearly, because he was in pain. And suffering. If he would have been able to think clearly, he would have never chosen to tell you any of it."
Liz made an angry sound and began to struggle against her ties.
"I told you to stay calm. It wasn't his choice to make. And I am certainly not going to tell you this truth. Someday, I will, but not yet. The truth is dangerous, Lizzie. Sam wanted to say goodbye to you in person, but I refused because he would have told you about it. I am sorry for that. We've kept all this from you for so many years, you can wait a few more years now."
That was enough. Liz was sick of waiting and not being allowed to hear whatever truth. She wasn't a child anymore, she could handle the truth. She tried to fight Red and wanted him to get off her, but his firm grip held her in place.
"I need you to know that we spoke about death before I...did it. He ordered me to put him out of his misery. That was the least I could to for him. Helping him to die before the cancer killed him. He was dying anyway, every part of his body was failing. Before I did it, I looked him in the eyes and we nodded. It was...difficult to let Sam go and I'm sorry that you're upset, but there was no way out."
Suddenly, Liz realized that she was crying and that Red was stroking over her hair to calm her down.
"Shh, Lizzie, it's alright, you're going to be ok. That was all you needed to know. I'm sorry I can't tell you more."
Liz felt relaxed, she had heard what Reddington claimed to be part of the truth and she felt save in his arms. To her surprise, he removed the scarf from her mouth. Several moments later, he said:
"And now, I'm going to tell you something about not swearing and yelling at me. I will not allow that again, do you understand me? Firstly, it's disrespectful and secondly, rude language doesn't suit a lady like you."
While he spoke, he caressed the side of her neck with two fingers. It was teasing, unbearable, but she knew this was her punishment for earlier. Liz silently moaned involuntarily and Red pulled at her hair to get better access.
"So, do you apologize for being a bad girl or do you need me to teach you a lesson?" he whispered.
She grinned. "Why should I apologize?"
"Because I won't tolerate disobedience."
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Thanks for reading! Please review, I wanna know if you liked my first try on The Blacklist.
