Mentalist Fanfiction.
Just some a fic I wrote after seeing Strawberries and Cream. I felt that Jane deserved a little peace.
Three shots.
And it was over.
The man, no, the nightmare made flesh, Red John, lay dead, in front of him.
Patrick Jane let out a gasping breath, quietly, robotically. A sense of peace, filled him. The gaping hole left in his soul, began to finally clot.
"You did it." a voice stated quietly, and he looked up, his brilliant mind in a state of shell shock.
A teenager stood in front of him, wearing a quietly approving smile. She was blonde, with strangely ethereal olive-silver eyes, pale skin, and gifted with rather averagely pretty looks. She wore a simple white t-shirt, on top of a grey long-sleeved shirt, with faded grey jeans, and black converse sneakers.
"Excuse me?" Patrick asked politely, in a monotone. The girl let loose a 'Heh.' and tilted her head, half-smiling at him.
"Your vengeance has been attained, Patrick. Red John is dead. Burning in the darkest pits of Hell for his sins." She clarified, in a alarmingly casual way. He stared at her.
"You're wondering how I know all this, right?" the girl asked playfully, slipping her hands into her pockets. Patrick could only nod wordlessly.
"I'm Deus. I'm the Deity of Innocence, Insanity, and gifted souls. I've been watching you all your life." she said simply, with a careless smile. Jane stared at her. Then..
"Prove it." he said hoarsely, feeling a defiant rage flare through his veins. Deus' eyes wrinkled in a smile.
"Gladly." And the world exploded in iridescent light.
The world whirled and twisted about him, buildings blurred and the ground itself melted away. Patrick supposed the sensation was similar to that of being in the midst of a Tornado.
And abruptly, his feet met the ground, and he fell face forward, barely catching himself on his hands and knees.
Onto grass. Patrick slowly lifted his head, and stared.
The shopping mall cafeteria had been replaced by a breath-takingly idyllic meadow, which was surrounded by tall, gorgeous trees, and in the distance, an immense crystal temple-like structure loomed. Off to the side was a magnificent, large beautiful lake.
Deus appeared next to him, her arrival foretold by what he imagined the flap of a butterflies' wings sounded like. She grinned down at him, her eyes curving into another smile.
"Welcome to Eden, Patrick."