I take requests on tumblr, both from prompt lists and general requests, and I'm moving some of the shorter fics that come out of those over here too, since I know a lot of you aren't on tumblr. Loosely speaking, these are the JJ/Emily ones. Fair warning: they're not in any kind of chronological order and don't fit into the same timeline. (Also, some of them were written before 200 & are inconsistent with JJ's Afghanistan situation.) I hope you enjoy, and reviews are always so appreciated :)
Emily is already half awake when JJ starts trembling – she pulls her closer against her, traces her fingertips sleepily up and down her arm, but a few second later she starts kicking out, talking under her breath, and when she wakes it's with a full fledged yell, throwing herself onto her back away from Emily.
"Hey," Emily says, startled, propping herself up on her elbow and reaching toward her, settling her hand on her hip. "You're okay, you're safe."
She starts crying in hopeless sobs and Emily comes closer, gets her hand on her face and turns it toward her, the fear in her eyes obvious even in the dark. "Hey," she whispers. "Come here. You're okay." JJ turns her face into her, burying herself in the space between the pillow and her head, her arms wrapped around herself. Emily sighs, rubs her back and kisses her temple. "I got you," she whispers into her hair.
JJ's arms come out from between them and wrap around her, holding onto the back of her t-shirt. She's shaking, more a shiver than a tremble, her muscles tense and jolting under Emily's hands. "It's so cold," she sobs.
It's not cold at all, not here and now, but she's obviously somewhere else. Emily pulls the quilt up around her shoulders and holds her close, whispering about nothing in particular. She waits until JJ stop shivering and lets go of the back of her shirt, slipping her hand under it instead, then she says, "You want to talk about it?"
She feels the deep breath JJ takes – ribs rising and falling under her hands, warm breath on her neck. "Em, I – I can't. And you don't need to hear it."
"Enough," Emily says softly. She'd be annoyed, except she gets it. "Stop saying that. You don't need to do this on your own. You don't need to protect me."
JJ sighs and settles against her, traces circles on her back with her fingertips. "I know."