My Soul Floats Free on the Ocean of My Despair
AN: Simon Baker had in an interview that he thought Patrick Jane was a tragic character who's story should end tragically. (or something like that) Some fans agreed and were disappointed in the series happy ending. Personally I adored the ending.
I've never written a depressing or surreal stories but this thought stuck in my mind. So this is my idea of a not so happy ending to The Mentalist. Have no idea if it is even remotely OK. If you get a chance let me know what you think.
Don't own The Mentalist or any characters associated with the show.
He had finally crossed a line he couldn't back step. It wasn't actually his fault that the young police officer and new Dad get in the way of a killer's bullet. A bullet meant for him. But the public out cry and the publicity crap storm that followed gave the FBI second thoughts about their unpredictable and untamed consultant.
Even Special Agent's Dennis Abbott's heartfelt plea didn't dissuade the bureau's decision to nullify the contractof the man who had ended the reign of California's most prolific serial killer. Truth Justice and the American Way will always be trumped by a chance for good press in the modern age of instant gratification.
And so the couch was moved and the Airstream sold and Patrick Jane former conman, psychic and FBI golden boy was again a wanted man. A cold blooded killer on his way to a life behind bars or a one way needle to oblivion.
So he ran. Not so much away from but towards an inevitable conclusion.
Ran back to a remote island where being understood was underrated and a good cup of tea was impossible to find. Ran away from his last chance at loving and being loved.
There would be no secret letters or way back this time. No honey pot trying to entice him out of hiding. He knew this was the end of the line for him and it was no more than he deserved. It was more than justice served for a life lead in arrogance and self pity.
But Patrick Jane former conman, psychic and FBI golden boy wished for more A mistake keeping him teetered to this world and all its emotional trappings.
Standing alone on the beach water gentlywashing his feet, ocean creatures daring him to come join them in the peaceful world of the dark abyss.
He knew he couldn't let go just yet. Not until all the hope was gone.
He never realized how hard it is to let hope slip through your fingers until your empty hand mocks you. Until you are ready to let your soul swim freely in the ocean of your despair.
However today is not that day of eternal freedom but it will be here soon. And then he can rest and be no more. Truly and finally the last survivor of his own life.
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