Hello, everybody!
So, probably would have gotten this up sooner, but my brain is almost overflowing with feelings for these two, that I couldn't seem to get my thoughts organized before now. Even now, I'm not entirely sure how put together this is, but I decided not to mess with it anymore, 'cause I'll just end up driving myself crazy.
This is a tag to the last episode, which was amazing :) Tommy was so worried for Lindy and I just about died! And he called her his girl! Basically, I've fallen in love with these two really fast, and I'm in too deep. And I'm kind of okay with it.
I don't own Eye Candy.
Enjoy!
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Tommy let go of a breath he seemed to have been holding all day. He shut the door to his now, nearly bare, apartment. After they'd finished up at the crime scene today, he'd managed to get a few of his items back—like his couch and some of his clothes—but there still wasn't much. He had that, his bed, and his empty fridge. They'd even cleaned out the dog bowls. He kicked off his boots and headed into the bathroom to assess the damage done to him during the night. Looking in the mirror, it wasn't too bad. There wasn't any bleeding, and none of his wounds had reopened. His bruised ribs hurt like a bitch, though, and the bruises covering his body would just get uglier, but he imagined he looked a lot better now than he had when they found him lying on the concrete outside the club. He gripped the edge of the porcelain sink a little tighter, wondering, not for the first time that day, how he could have been so damn stupid.
He switched off the lights and headed to his bedroom, stripping down to his underwear and collapsing into bed. He knew that the pain in his body wasn't nearly as bad as the constant ache of fear and worry for Lindy that consumed him. Not just during this case, either. All the damn time. He would bleed a thousand times over, have his body beaten and bruised, all if it meant that she was safe.
God, he hated himself for not getting back to her. He hated himself for leaving her in that place, with a bomb and a killer. The thought of what Bubonic could have done to her…it was eating him up on the inside, as, on the outside, he tried to bury how deeply worried he had been. How worried he still was. Because even after any present danger was gone, every second she wasn't by his side, safe under his protective wing, it was another second the killer, or some other psycho, could get to her, could hurt her and take away the last shred of sanity he had in his life. Which was funny considering how crazy she drove him.
He tried not to let her get to him. He tried to push down any feelings he had for her, despite how impossible it was. She was frustrating and reckless and stubborn as all hell, but it made her bright. She was full of fire, and though she often kept her emotions under wraps, it still showed. It made her brave and though he worried to no end, it couldn't help but admire her too. She was so strong, so resilient. She'd suffered through so much already, and managed to pick herself up off the ground each time.
Tommy knew she didn't necessarily want his protection or his comfort, but he wanted nothing more than to give it to her. Especially now that Ben was gone and could no longer look after her. He knew that it was a bad idea to get any closer to her than he already was, but he had to keep her safe. For Ben. At least he told himself it was for Ben. In truth he knew that he was protecting her as much for her own safety as for his own feelings. Because no matter how hard he tried to push it down, how he felt about her, lock it up, he couldn't. Failed every time. And, god, that was frustrating to no end. He wanted to bury any feelings he had so deep that he could never hope to dig them out again, because he shouldn't feel this way in the first place, because she was Ben's. He had to remind himself that he was doing this for her, to keep her alive, and for Ben, because it's what his friend would have wanted. But then the other part of nagged at the back of his mind, reminding him that she had been Ben's. He was gone. And yet, in Tommy's head she was still Ben's. She probably felt that way, too. He hadn't been gone nearly long enough—though it still felt too long because he shouldn't be gone in the first place—for that to change.
He tried so hard not to care, to distance himself, because getting close was dangerous. Yes, his job required compassion, empathy, kindness. He had to be able to relate to people as a cop, in order to help them. But he wasn't allowed to feel too much. There was a reason cops were taken off a case if they got too close. And goddamn he was too close to this one. He was actually a little surprised he was still on the case. Too close, too close. Not just because of Ben. And though he hated himself for thinking it, Ben was gone. And though Tommy wanted nothing more to catch this psychopath, it wouldn't bring his friend back. No he was too close to this because though he wanted to catch this guy for Ben, he knew he would do anything to catch him for Lindy. And that scared him.
God, he tried so damn hard not to feel, but every time she walked into the room, his heart decided to completely ignore his head and he ended up right back at square one. He couldn't help it. He wanted to protect her so badly, wanted to catch this guy before he caught Lindy. Ideally, he would like to get her out of the state. Hell, he almost wanted to get her out of the damn country. But he couldn't just ask her to leave. For one, she was too damn stubborn. She would see this through no matter what. Half the time she didn't listen to him anyway. And she would demand an explanation, too. One that he couldn't give her. Sure, he could pull some crap excuse out of his ass, but she wouldn't buy it. And it wouldn't be the truth. No, Tommy wanted to tell her that he cared. A lot. And he wanted to tell her that he wanted—needed—to protect her, because if anything, anything, happened to her, he would never forgive himself. Ben had already lost his life because of this murderer, he couldn't lose Lindy too.
Tommy sighed and rolled over. Looking at his clock he saw it was nearing one in the morning. He couldn't sleep. He was too wired and too consumed by thoughts of Lindy. Boris, who had hopped up on the bed with him at some point, lifted his furry head and looked at him.
"What?" Tommy demanded of the dog. Boris just gave a low whine and nudged his head against Tommy's hand.
He pet Boris' head for a minute longer, before his restlessness set back in. Tommy stood up and pulled on a pair of jeans, a tank top, and hoodie. He shoved his feet into his running shoes, and slipped his phone into his pocket. He pulled his badge over his head, slipping it under his tank top, then grabbed his gun and tucked it into the back of his waistband, the cool metal against the small of his back oddly comforting. As he headed towards the door, Boris perked up, his tail wagging, mouth open in a toothy grin, probably thinking they were going for a walk.
"Just me tonight, buddy," Tommy told his furry companion.
Boris set his head down dejectedly, but stayed on the bed. Tommy headed out and locked the door. He thought about running, knowing it would get rid of some of the adrenaline that was running through his veins, but he knew that would only make his ribs hurt more, so he opted for driving instead. As he drove, all he could think about was Lindy. He knew she would find a stop by—check in, whatever the hell this was—weird, especially at this time of night, but he hadn't really gotten the chance to talk to her about last night's events. He wanted to see if she was okay. Maybe then he'd be able to sleep a little better.
When he got there, Yeager looked up, only a mild hint of surprise flashing across his features.
"You know most people are sleeping at this time," Yeager commented, raising an eyebrow.
Tommy chuckled. "Yeah, well, that wasn't really working for me."
Yeager nodded, seeming to understand. "You want me to stay, or are you gonna take over protection duty tonight?"
"I've got it," Tommy told him. "Go home. You had a long night, too."
Yeager laughed as he stood. "I'm not the one who got beaten unconscious."
Tommy shook his head. "Yeah, yeah, shut up."
"Night, man." Yeager headed down the hallway and disappeared around the corner.
Tommy sat down in the chair Yeager had just occupied. Just as he was getting settled, the door to Lindy and Sophia's apartment opened and Sophia poked her head out.
"Hey, Detective Yeager, I just—oh. You're not Detective Yeager." She said, coming out into the hall, dressed in pajamas.
"Hi, Sophia," he greeted.
"What are you doing here? And shouldn't you be resting, considering some dude beat you up last night?"
"What are you, my doctor?"
She put a hand on her hip. "No, but you are certainly sassy this evening. Or should I say morning?"
"Yes, it's late…early, whatever. I know. I couldn't sleep, so I figured I'd be more useful watching your apartment tonight."
Sophia regarded him a moment longer, before rolling her eyes, and giving a little sigh. "I'll go get Lindy."
"What?" Tommy stood up. "You don't have to—that's really not necessary, just…" he trailed off as Sophia ignored him and ducked back into the apartment. Moments later, Lindy came out and quietly shut the door behind her.
"Hey," she greeted quietly. Even wearing just sleep shorts and a sweatshirt, Tommy's heart gave an involuntary jump at the sight of her. He swallowed, trying to push those damn feelings down again as they tried to rise to the surface.
"Hey," he responded, just as softly.
"What are you doing here?" she asked.
He shrugged. "Couldn't sleep. Wanted to make sure you were okay."
Lindy's featured softened. "I'm fine, Tommy. Really."
"I know," he sighed. "I just…I worry. So maybe Bubonic didn't hurt you, but the Flirtual killer still is. And we don't know when he'll make his next move."
"I know," she said, leaning against the wall. "Believe me, I've thought about getting new computers, a new phone. Moving. But that's what he wants. He wants me to be afraid of him, and I'm not going to give him the satisfaction."
Tommy gave her a small smile. "You're right."
She lifted her brows I surprise. "I am?"
He nodded. "Yeah. I mean, if it was up to me, I'd ship you off to Hawaii or something, but that won't stop him. He'll just come after you. So maybe you're not safe here, but you're not really safe anywhere."
"I'm safe with you," she pointed out, giving him a soft smile.
He tried, but couldn't return the smile. "You weren't last night."
Lindy reached out and touched his arm comfortingly. "You can't possibly blame yourself for not being there. You didn't know what was going to happen, not any of it."
"But I left you—"
"I'm fine, Tommy!" she protested, giving a little laugh. "Yeah, last night sucked, but I don't blame you, so you shouldn't blame yourself."
Tommy clenched his jaw, ignoring the ache it caused.
"Why don't you come inside?" Lindy offered. "I guarantee our couch is comfier than that chair."
"I really shouldn't—" he tried to protest, but Lindy tugged on his sleeve, her beautiful brown eyes pleading.
"Come on," she urged. "I don't think any killer is gonna come after me tonight, so the least you could do is try and get a couple hours of sleep."
Now that he was sure Lindy was all right he did feel more relaxed, like he could actually get some sleep. Still, he hesitated.
She poked his arm. "Come on, Calligan, don't make me ask again."
"Fine," he said, giving in.
She looked especially happy, like she'd won some big battle with him, but it really hadn't taken that much persuasion. He found it incredibly hard to say no to her, though that fact didn't scare him nearly as much as it should have. There was still very much a part of her that was in love with Ben, and there was still a part of him that saw her as Ben's girl. But even that being the fact, Tommy knew he would still do anything for her.
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So let me know what you guys thought! Reviews are very much appreciated! And honestly, if there was something that confused you, just ask me about it, because I don't know how much sense the first half actually made.
And a side note, so not long after the first or second episode, I came up with the headcanon that Tommy had fallen for Lindy when they'd first made a case about her/arrested her, that whole deal. But since she and Ben fell in love during that, he kept his feelings to himself. And then of course she didn't see either of them for a while after she got arrested and whatnot, but then during the pilot, when Tommy and Lindy do see each other again, he realized his feelings for her weren't gone. But he still considered her Ben's girl, and still does, even though Ben's gone. And so that's holding him back some, among other factors. Like a crazy killer.
Anyway, then not too long ago, I saw a post on tumblr basically expressing the same ideas. I'll get the link up in my bio soon, so you can all check it out!
Another note, since I'm already so obsessed with this ship, I'll definitely be writing more for these two. Right now, all I'm planning is one-shots, so just keep an eye out for new ones. (Which, I think the next one I do will address that kiss Tommy saw).
Thanks for reading! Don't forget to leave a review!
-DaughterOfPoseidon333
