Hi kids,
I need to pull my finger out of my ass and do some writing. The loss of every single file of writing (from my laptop crashing - yep, all gone. Kaput. Never coming back. Sigh.) has really made it hard for me to get back into the rhythm of writing again. I do apologize I'm not like the writers who constantly throw out updates.
Quick little one shot, not normally a style I write in, hopefully it's understandable.
- MT.
"Why? Why not?!"
She yelled louder than she had intended.
"Better late than never."
She shrugged. Maura fucking Isles stood there and shrugged.
"Now is not a good time to start using popular idioms, Maura!" Her keys flew across her apartment, narrowly missing Jo Friday who was now scurrying off into Jane's room for safety.
"What do you want me to say, Jane?" Anger.
"I don't know."
Nothing. Everything. Something.
"You know."
Shit.
"I'm getting married."
Simple. Truthful. Unfortunate. Fact.
"Do you love him?"
No.
"You have no right," Her index finger pointed with accusation. "None what-so-ever!"
She stepped closer.
Breathe.
"Do you love him?"
"Yes." Bitter response. Make it believable.
She's analyzing me. Stop.
"Are you in love with him?" Maura fucking Isles is standing her ground.
He's not you.
"Don't ask me that." Gritted teeth. Venomous voice. Cruelty.
"Don't avoid my question."
You have no right.
"Are you..."
No.
"In love..."
"Don't."
Don't you fucking dare.
"With Casey?"
She swallows hard. No.
"No."
A whisper. She fucking whispered it.
"Then don't marry him."
"Why now?"
"Because you can't go through with it."
Weak.
"Why" A step closer. "Now?" Firm.
Tell me.
(Tell her)
"You deserve better."
"Like who?"
(Tell her)
Tell me.
"Better. Than. Him." Slow. Unsure. Weak.
"Then who the fuck do I deserve?" Anger. Impatient. Need.
(Me)
Tell me.
(You deserve me)
"Maura..." A warning.
"Me."
You.
"You?"
"Me." Affirmative. Strong. Confident.
"No."
(No?)
"No?"
You don't get to have me now. Where were you months ago?
"I'm marrying him."
Coward.
"I won't allow you." Confidence.
"Excuse me?"
"I will fight for you."
"I'm not yours to fight for."
Yes I am.
(Yes you are)
"That won't stop me."
(It won't)
She moved closer.
Too close, stop.
"I'm...happy."
Bullshit.
(Lies)
"You could be happier with me." Truth.
(Look at me)
(Dammit, Jane!)
"Jane?"
She's closer. How did that happen?
So close.
Too close.
Leave.
"Tell me you don't love me." Scared. Daring.
I can't.
"Tell me you're not in love with me." She knows.
I can't.
"Tell me!" Demanding.
"Love me."
I do.
"Don't settle for him. Shine with me."
(Bright.)
"Be mine."
Always.
(Forever)
"Okay"
(Okay?)
"Tell me." Vulnerable.
"I love you." Honesty.
"Do it."
She's staring at it.
(Prove it)
She removes the ring.
Proof.
"I'm yours." Confirming.
"You're mine." Acknowledged.
Always.
(Forever)