She Is
Summary: She is everything I need, that I never knew I wanted, she is everything I want, that I never knew I needed -The Fray
A/N: This is Post-Blink. Just an idea that popped in my head after watching and since my last fic went over like gang busters, I figured I'd try again. Thanks btw to everyone who reviewed UnErasable.
Disclaimer: I do not own them in the least.
"It was Claire, right?" Stella Bonasera asked the second Mac Taylor stepped out of the elevator. She sat in the hallway, her back resting against his door. Her green eyes pierced him straight through the soul and he knew there was no use in lying.
"Yeah." Mac said, instead of opening the door and inviting Stella in, he sat down next to her on the floor.
"Why didn't you tell me?" She asked, hurt flooded every word. Mac knew she felt guilty. Guilty and angry. She wanted to be able to read him; she wanted to know his every thought, but he wasn't giving an inch when it came to that.
"I'm sorry." Mac told her honestly.
"Look," She shifted her position, sitting indian style and looking him in the eye, "I'm your partner. Partners share things. Friends share things. If something is too much for you, you have to tell me. This friendship thing has to go both ways."
"I know." Mac's voice was soft, "When I looked at her; hooked up to those machines and no chance of ever coming off them. All I saw was Claire."
"I know." Stella replied. Their arms brushed one another and that was the only contact the two needed; just the reassurance that the other person was there.
Mac yawned.
"You need sleep." Stella urged, "You know it affects your work and your attitude and every thing when you haven't slept in a few days."
"I'm fine." Mac shrugged.
"Mac." Stella said, her voice echoing the tone of a mother's.
"I can't." He shook his head.
"Well lucky for you, I brought the perfect antidote." Stella held up a brown paper bag.
"Whiskey?"
"Chicken Noodle Soup." Stella laughed.
"Really? I thought for sure it'd be something Greek." Mac stood and helped Stella up. He opened the door to his apartment and lead the way inside.
"Even Greeks concede to the fact that Chicken Noodle Soup cures all that ails you." Stella sat the bag down on the kitchen table, removing the plastic container of soup. Mac grabbed two spoons and gestured for her to follow him to the living room.
They sat on the couch, the soup resting on Mac's leg. They each ate silently, the news filling in the quiet. The bowl was half way empty and neither had taken a bite for a long time. Stella put the lid back on the container, "I'm gonna put this in your fridge."
"Thanks." Mac said, his eyes drooping slightly.
Stella went to the kitchen and put the soup in the fridge. When she came back into the living room, Mac was stretched out on the couch, arm tucked behind his head and eyes closed. Stella watched him for a few minutes, his breathing even. He was completely out. She grabbed the afghan off the back of the couch and laid it over him. Pressing a kiss to her forehead, she left without a single word.
A/N: I'm fairly certain it's not as good as UnErasable, but I'm tired and don't feel good. And I'm gonna make myself some chicken noodle soup. LOL. Let me know if you like it. I am working on another SMacked story, but I need a CSI:NY 'Yoda' if you will. Contact me if you're interested.