Fragile
Disclaimer:I don't own The Mentalist or their characters. Just borrowing them for a while ;)
Fandom: The Mentalist
Pairing: Jane/Lisbon
Words: 408
Summary: And he feels he'll never be able to let her go.
A/N: Little fic, no idea where it came from. I just felt I had to write something after His right red hand, I loved it so much! I think it's my favourite so far.
Hope you'll enjoy it, even if it's so short :D
He sees her through the window walls of her office.
He knows she's just waiting for him to leave to let the tears fall down.
But what she doesn't know is that he's not going anywhere. At least not today.
Not when she needs him the most.
(Not when he needs her as much.)
He approaches, leaving all pretence behind. She looks up, and he can see the black shadows under her eyes. She's tired.
"Hey, Lisbon…" she only nods, unable to do respond in any other way.
The silence is unbearable, and she can't take it. She's about to crack.
She stands up, and moves past him towards the door.
He reaches for her hand; she doesn't move.
He can't let her escape. He wants to be her way of escaping; he wants her to trust him.
("No matter what happens, I'll be there for you. I need you to know that.")
"Jane, please…" she turns around.
Her eyes are watery, but she doesn't look away. She thinks she can face this. Face him.
"Lisbon, don't… don't shut me out." he says, looking into her green eyes, trying desperately to make her understand. She's not alone.
Now she does look away, unable to contain her emotions any longer.
And what makes her so fragile are not the tears in her eyes, but the way she tries to hide them from him; the way she doesn't give into her emotions in front of anyone else.
(And that's it. That's what breaks him. Completely.)
He brings her towards him, both of his hands on her shoulders. She doesn't resist him.
He softly caresses her back with his fingers, almost afraid to break her.
"Thank you." she whispers. He can't help but holding her tighter.
They stay like that for a while, just holding each other.
(He feels he'll never be able to let her go.)
"It wasn't your fault, you know? It never was." she says after a while, her voice still a bit shaky.
"I know." he replies; she doesn't buy it.
He can't help but wonder, when did they switch places?
But then again, that's just the way she works.
She deals with her pain by saving everyone around her.
She never had anyone to save her.
That's what made her so fragile. And also so strong.
(Now he just knows; he'll never be able to let her go.)
Because he wants to be her savior.
by blondieland.
