A/N: First Mentalist fanfiction time I use songs,even though this isn't a song fic.I know maybe just maybe both characters are a little (or too much) OOC but please PLEASE bear with me,ok? If you don't like it lemme know.
Disclaimer: They don't belong to me,only in my wildest dreams (where there's a lot of shirtless Patrick Jane)
Pairing: should I even say it? Jisbon all the way,or Jello whatever you wanna call it.
Spoilers: lemme .
Kuddos to the coolest beta ever, rooock!
Fran
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I hardly ever let him drive! The way he drives is just too fast and it scares me sometimes.
You know? for a cop like me, always pretending to be brave and sometimes cold hearted, but having the experience I have when it comes to car accidents; I'd rather be safe than sorry. Although when it comes to Jane no matter how many times I tell him to slow down, he presses the accelerator even more, just to piss me off.
So, here we are, in the middle of nowhere, soft music playing on the radio, which is the only thing that keeps us entertained. And today, out of nowhere, Jane decides to drive slower than usual. The road home is quiet, much slower and more painful than I ever thought possible.I like having Jane around, don't get me wrong, he's easy on the eyes but he's being uncharacteristically quiet, and it makes me feel uneasy.
Maybe he's tired, perhaps we both are. Truth be told, there's nothing much to talk about.
Suddenly I feel his eyes on me, as if he wants to say or ask me something, and yet, he does not dare. Jane is definitely not the type of man who would hesitate to ask anything.
"You look bored," he states, looking from me to the empty road.
"I'm not," I answer. "I'm just tired that's all."
"What's the difference," he asks.
"Jane..." he notices the exasperation in my voice and smiles.
"What? I'm just trying to keep you entertained."
"By annoying me?"
"No, by asking questions."
I look out the passenger side road before me, it's almost as empty as I thought. It seemed we were the only ones out there. I did not want to admit how bored I was, we usually had an array of things to talk about, random things, and I was the one laughing at something he had said. Now it made me feel bad to admit I was bored out of my mind; and being around him did not make things easier.
I sigh heavily. Jane is like a five year old boy and as I've learned with time the only way to keep a little boy happy is by doing what he says.
"Fine, Jane. Ask me questions."
"Okay" he smiles, narrowing his eyes, as if he were actually thinking about the questions."I got it," he suddenly exclaims, practically bubbling over with enthusiasm. "What's your favorite song?"
I frown. Jane is definitely the type of guy who would ask such a common question and so juvenile.
"Are you serious," I ask. He nods. "You know I don't have a favorite song. That's so ambiguous."
"You must have one," he insists. "Mine is Living on a Prayer.I used to sing it out loud in front of the mirror when I was younger."
Again, I frown.
"Bon Jovi? Are you serious?"
Just when I thought he couldn't shock me any more, he tells me this. Amazing.
"Did I mention I was young?"
"Well, if that was when you were young, it means you must have a favorite song now that you're a little bit older, right?"
He bites his lip, seeming to be uncomfortable with mentioning something so 's weird to me, seeing him in such a different mood, in front of me anyway.
"Yes, actually I do," he whispers. "Dear Life, which pretty much says what I'm feeling. It cofuses me though, you know?"
"Why does it confuse you?"
He shakes his head, eyes fixed on the road and his hands glued to the steering wheel.
"It's not the right time to talk about this..."
"Why not," I ask, curiosity getting the best of me.
"Lisbon..."
"What? You were the one who started with the questions, now you must put an end to it."
He sighs heavily, closing his eyes for a second. I'm afraid I have said something wrong, and I try to apologize. Before I could say something he speaks, more like whispers.
"Sometimes in life,
You run across a love unknown,
Without a reason, it seems like you, belong.
Hold on Dear Life,
Don't go off running from what's new,
I became somebody, through loving you"
Silence.
Neither of us knows exactly what to say.I feel my heart constrict in my chest as unshed tears cloud my vision.I had no idea Jane could be this romantic, my thoughts were taken on a silent dedication to his wife. Maybe from the day they met, that's why he was having a hard time with it.
"It's beautiful," I say simply.
"Of course it is," he says, then slowly turns his head towards me. "I dedicated it to you."
TBC!
In case you wanted to know,the name of the song used here is "Dear Life" by Anthony song eva!. Reviews are my crack!
