Endings

by Forbids

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Chapter One

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Disclaimer: I do not own Blue Bloods.

A/N: I was finally inspired to post this, by reading chapter sixteen of Redefinition by KilroyWasHere. I've got a plot bunny here that I kicked off with Shades (read or you won't get anything) and I'm ready for the world to see it. I've been improving as a writer and I'm hoping I can weave a story for you guys.

Summary: Time has been ticking and ticking, it's time for the end of anything and everything.

Major Pairing: Jack/Schuyler

Now, I hope you guys enjoy this story.

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The rain was pounding down on the concrete as two teenagers ran on the wet sidewalk in New York City, laughing as they used school text books as poor shields from the rain.

"I told you we should have brought an umbrella!" A raven-haired girl yelled at the young man running next to her as they picked up their pace, dodging anyone in their path.

"I was sure it wouldn't be raining cats and dogs and that we could actually hail a taxi, instead of them going on strike, today of all days," he yelled as he moved out of the way of a business man walking out from a building, probably to go home to his family.

"That's a bunch of bullcrap, Jack," The female replied as they ducked into a coffee shop, "You were just too lazy to get the umbrella from the coat closet."

From the shelter of the warm coffee shop, Jack Force could see Schuyler Van Alen clearly. Her black hair plastered to her neck and body and rain dripping down her soaked blue blouse, her already skin-tight Stitched for Civilization jeans clinging to her wet body. His own clothes, a ivory sweater and pair of black slacks were ruined, but it was okay, he could buy new ones.

"Well please, forgive me," he said huskily as Schuyler gave him a peck on the lips before she pulled him towards a far corner booth.

The two of them huddled close together in the coffee shop, the wait staff completely ignoring them as they whispered sweet nothings into each others ears, the worries of the world so far away as they enjoyed each others company. The smooth red leather seats gathered water from the couple's dripping bodies as they slowly dried off.

"I could really use a couple of coffee," Schuyler whispered as she traced his lips gently, "I'm going to go get one. You want one?"

"No thanks," he whispered as she pulled away from their semi-embrace and went to the back of the line.

He smiled, he was happy and he felt the burning sensation of hope in his chest. In that fateful moment in her bedroom, when something magical happened, this feeling appeared. Schuyler and him agreed it was something and from that moment on they were secretly together every second possible. Little brushes at school and a private smile when they thought no one was looking...

Schuyler had moved into the Force Mansion and one night had changed everything. Charles and Trinity Force, had started treating Schuyler like a daughter, Mimi Force started hating Schuyler with more passion than anyone could muster in a lifetime.

Mimi probably knew something was going on, but as long as she still thought there was a chance there was nothing, she would be fine.

"Back!" Schuyler happily pronounced as she set the coffee down on the table and slid back into the booth, "Now, what's on the agenda tonight?"

"Dinner with dad's friends."

"Fun stuff."

"You know it."

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Mimi Force needed retail therapy like she needed men. The philosophy was the same with both: they were only good for one wear, unless you found the perfect item.

Mimi had stopped feeding in the time Schuyler had started living at the house and sure hadn't gotten anything from anybody. She was worried and was covering it up by carelessly flirting and going on shopping binges at Barney's. The VIP Room at Barney's was the only safe place for her in the world.

Which was where she was currently, searching for a good clubbing dress, her personal shopping assistant had been told the words, "short and sexy" and now here she was, trying on clothes. Her long, golden hair had been put in a ponytail as she slipped on something that could only pass for a 'red scrap of fabric'. The blood-red, satin-like material had a cut in the side and was strapless. It wasn't perfect, but it would get a hook-up.

She slipped it off and watched it pool around her feet, before kicking it to the 'Buying' pile on the floor. She grabbed the last dress hanging on the wall. She had slipped it on and looked at herself in the mirror, before taking her ponytail holder out. She glared at the dress as she looked in the mirror, it wasn't perfect, but it was close. She opened the door to the changing stall and to her surprise, a fairly good-looking foreign ambassador's son happened to be sitting on a nearby couch. She didn't even care that he was married and had two brats at home in some far away country as she walked towards him. His eyes were not on her own eyes and he smiled as she sat now next to him. Oh yeah, he was going to be too easy.

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Trinity Force looked at Schuyler's plainly modest black dress and sighed.

"You could have gone a little more adventurous, dear," she said as she picked up a diamond necklace and placed it around her own neck, admiring how expensive it looked.

"I could, but I didn't," Schuyler said as she stood behind Trinity in her personal bathroom.

"Well you should, I know Mr. and Mrs. Jeesle are old, boring, and dull, but it doesn't mean you have to be like them," she said as she took the necklace off and slipped on a pearl choker. Trinity sighed and ripped it off and threw it on the ground, while mumbling something about how trailer trash jewelry would not be in this household.

"Trinity, why am I expected to be at these dinners?" Schuyler asked as she traced her index finger with her hand.

"Because, Schuyler, you are apart of the Force household, you will be expected to perform the same duties as everyone else. Besides that fact, everyone wants to meet the child Charles lovingly took in. Now tell me, darling, which looks better. The diamonds or the opal?"

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Mr. and Mrs. Jeesle were ancient, their wrinkled faces held enough wisdom to make them millionaires at the age of thirty. The talk was money and business. Schuyler, luckily, sank into the background watching vampire converse with human. Another wasted evening gone by.

Mimi had arrived an hour before dinner, her hair in a mess, but she was glowing as she hopped into the shower. She now looked fabulous across the table from Schuyler, sitting next to Jack, gushing about how wonderful Schuyler was.

Wait?! When had she come into the conversation?

"So, Schuyler," Mr. Jeesle said, pronouncing her name Skull-er, his voice reminding her of that red puppet Elmo, "How do you like living with Mr. Force?"

"I love it, I'm so grateful he took me into his house after my grandmother had died and my grandfather needed to get settled. I'm so happy he was there for me," She replied automatically, adding the fake smile at the end.

"Wonderful!" Mr. Jeesle said, before complementing Charles Force on his family for the millionth time at dinner.

After the Jeesles had left, Mimi immediately changed into a hot pink mini and left for a new club. Trinity and Mimi had argued about her leaving, but Mimi left her 'mother' standing there as she got into a limo surrounded by her friends.

The club was called 'Club Beiste' and that's what it was. The hard, dance music blared in the VIP Section and Mimi danced with five guys at the same time. The grabbed and they wanted, but she wouldn't let them yet. She smiled as she grabbed an upcoming movie star and started dancing. His blood pulsed beneath his shirt and his sweaty, sticky body moved against hers. He pressed his lips to her neck and gently sucked and nipped, his hands roaming around her body. She wouldn't remember his name in the morning, but for right now all she could say was it as she led him to a limo to her always ready hotel suite.

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It was three PM and Schuyler was lying in the wet garden behind the Force's house. She was moving her eyes from the light gray storm clouds ahead and the book she was reading, and didn't notice Jack join her on the grass.

"You'll get grass stains," he whispered as he pressed his lips to her jawline lightly.

"Shut up, Jack," she whispered back as she moved her head so he was kissing her square-on-the-lips.

"Sky..." He said, a smile on his face. He leaned in again, tilting his head slightly as he bent to kiss her.

A mix of a scream and growl, ripped them both from their deluded love-sick fantasy world, shattering what they had built, into millions of pieces as they both turned to see Mimi standing at the garden door.

"Stay away unless you want to know why I am the Angel of Death."

Mimi's haunting promise replayed itself in her mind and she watched the hate in Mimi's eyes as she pounced.

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A/N: Yeah, I hope you guys enjoyed the chapter. I have to say I think this is the best first chapter I've ever written. Anyway, reviews are appreciated, but flames are not. Constructive criticism is love. Anyway, thanks for reading, I have a lot in store for this fanfiction. Sorry if there are any grammatical errors!