A/N: An idea that has been floating around in my mind for a while. Thought it was about time I share it with the fandom seeing as I've been flying under the radar mostly. Maybe a multi-chapter if I get the chance in the near future to add one or two more. Enjoy Ladies and Lads.
"Now, is that all?" Jean asked Lucien as she sipped her cup of tea. Lucien had come to her motel room, to seek guidance on his mother's death. Once again his head was swarmed with confusion on the events that led to her death. But Jean needed him gone. This close contact, sitting side by side on the foot of her bed was making her giddy. She didn't want to leave her home, her town or him. But he hadn't shown signs of wanting her to stay.
He looked at her, she had a different look in her eye, a stern look. The way she had quickly tried to end the conversation was different as well. "I guess for now that is all". He was trying, more forcing himself to not get lost in her eye. Her clear and talkative eye. But the softness in her eyes, soon turned to displeasure as she scoffed at his reaction.
Standing up and breaking the close contact Jean began to pace the small room "And who are you going to talk to when you get further development and get confused."
"I'll figure something out Jean, Mattie's around now and then, same with Charlie" Lucien said casually. This unnerved Jean, his answer was practical, but fact was she wanted to be the only one, he asked for help.
"They are not always going to be around Lucien. Before you know it they will be starting new lives soon enough. Marriage and family life. They barely know the history of Ballarat anyway." Jean said, hands in the air in frustration.
"Well I could always call you. Christopher has a phone, it would only the occasional time." Lucien said, at least they could still keep in contact he thought. But he saw Jean tense up and grip the nearest dresser.
"I don't want you to call me?" Jean said almost silently.
"Why wouldn't you want me to call you?" he said just as quietly, in a questioning tone.
Calmly she spoke, "Because it will be too hard to hear your voice. I already miss you Lucien. The last few months, you've been my best friend, more than my employer."
"Well i told you that you'll always be welcome back, my home is your home Jean." As quickly as he tried to finish his sentence Jean turned around cutting him off "I don't want to be someone you employee to make your dinner and take out your whisky bottles Lucien."
"Well then what do you want Jean." He said raising his voice a little.
Jean turned around and to avoid facing him and seeing his expression "You Lucien, just you."
There was a long silence before she heard his footsteps move towards her and her body started to tingle. She felt his hands sit firmly on her waist, slowly she fell back against him.
"You told me you weren't ready so I backed off. I thought you moving to Adelaide was a way to point out that you still weren't ready. That you needed space." He never wanted to force her into anything, ever the gentleman, he knew she had a reputation to uphold.
"I don't think that I'll ever be ready Lucien. Maybe I need to move forward in order to be ready. The last thing that I want is distanced between us." Oh lord did she just admit that to Lucien. Much to his disappointment Jean broke out of his hold and moved over to her bedside table. She got out an envelope from the top draw. Before handing it too Lucien she took a deep breath,unable to predict his reaction to come.
Lucien opened the envelope to find a bus ticket, with the same information of the bus he assumed Jean would be traveling to Adelaide on
"A bus ticket, why?" Jean watched Lucien's face look more confused to that of when he entered her hotel room, a basket of scones in his hand.
"We need time together without any distractions to figure out who we are and who we can be together." Lucien still had trouble comprehending Jean's intention. Jean fought back rolling her eyes at the typical slow male in front of her.
"Christopher's not expected me until Monday. Come with me for the weekend, away from Ballarat, away from our jobs, away from the everything, but each other. " Jean smiled softly, but his eye's were firmly planted on the tickets she had handed him.
Lucien finally got the courage to speak "What about the police station, what about my patient's." Before Lucien could say any more Jean cut him off, "What about me, what about us?" It sounded selfish, and Jean knew that, but for once she wanted to be the center of his world instead of a case or a patient.
Lucien could see the tears well up in Jeans eyes, and her teeth softly bite her bottom lip. But she didn't turn away from him to hide, she wanted him to know that she needed him. That deep inside he was hurting he a little bit.
It took a minute, but slowly Lucien closed the distance between them. Cupping her hands with his face, he kissed her forehead, lingering there momentarily before she snuggled into his neck and cuddled him. Pressed against each others bodies, the intimacy between them seemed to grow. Against her forehead Jean could feel the scratchiness for Lucien's beards, while Lucien got the chance to take in the smells and softness of Jeans hair. It was driving him crazy, but intriguing at the same time. In that moment, he knew he had to be at that bus stop the next morning.
"I'll figure something out and I'll be there. We'll spend the weekend together Jean and just see what happens."