P.S. I Love You
Chapter 1: Losing you
Author's Note: This is just an idea that popped into my head, I'm not too sure how this will go down. Just a story based around P.S I love you; only loosely though as I haven't seen the movie that much, as I said, just an idea I had. Please let me know what you think! Enjoy!
Love, Ruby xx
DISCLAIMER: I don't own the film or the mentalist in any way, shape or form :(
"Come on Teresa, you know I didn't mean it like that! Look, if you don't want to, it's fine. I'm more than happy with just you!"
"But it's what you said Patrick. And anyway, we cant't afford a baby. Even with my job and yours combined. We'd never make it."
"Teresa, we can do anything." he said, stepping closer and wrapping his arms around his wife's waist.
This was the third time they'd had this argument. He didn't care about the money. He and Angela had managed to support Charlotte fine, and his job now may not pay as much, but their wages combined might come close to what he used to earn.
"Teresa, please. I don't want to fight over something like this. We'll talk about it when we're both ready. But for now, let's leave it ok?" He said tenderly into his wife's ear as he directed her towards the bedroom.
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She wished she'd done it then. Why couldn't she see that they's have been fine? A baby wouldn't hVe made the slightest bit of financial difference. She was just scared.
Damn her! Why didn't she just put that niggling feeling to the side and have a child with the man she loved when she had the chance. They'd both wanted one, she just wasn't ready.
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The funeral was nice, well, as nice as the funeral of a loved one can be. It was quiet, simple yet quirky; just the way he would have liked it.
It was a small ceremony; just her, Rigsby, Van Pelt crying on his shoulder, even Cho let a tear slide, Hightower was in pieces and Milleni, well, he was pretty destraught. And she was practically dead anyway. She couldn't stop crying as the service went on and memories of Patrick Jane were recounted.
She couldn't even speak when the time came for her to say goodbye at the burial as they lowered her husband's casket into the ground. She's chosen a nice plot next to Angela and Charlotte, but with enough room so that she could one day be reunited with the man she loved.
The after party was quiet. Nobody said much, they were all still in a state of shock. He'd been taken so fast. It was all over in three days.
Three days was all it took for her life to go from perfect to a living hell. He'd died valiantly.
•"Patrick! Patrick!" She screamed as a large man peered over her. She squirmed but couldn't manage to free herself from the crushed building that covered her legs, preventin her from moving.
He'd heard his wife's petrified scream from the SUV and lept out, sprinting towards the sound. He'd fought with the larger man who was trying to hurt his wife, and won.
He'd immediately gone to his wife's side and lifted what he could from her legs so she could get free. He helped her up and bought her into a tight embrace, kissing her passionately. Upon breaking the kiss he whispered "I love you Teresa, I'll always save you. I love you so much." His eyes were filled with tears as he checked her to ensure she wasn't hurt.
She was struggling to stand on the account of one sprained ankle so he carried her back to the SUV. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his cheek. "I love you Patrick." She said tenderly.
"I love you, Teresa Jane!" He replied with a smirk on his face. He knew she loved it really.
She heard a shot being fired and screamed as her husband collapsed to the floor with her in his arms. She sat up and pulled him towards her. She saw the blood gushing out of his stomach. Through and though. Great.
She'd already phoned for an ambulance and back up, so they'd be there soon.
She pulled him onto her lap and applied pressure to his wound as well as she could whilst cradling his face with her other hand. "Patrick, no. Don't leave me Patrick. I love you, don't leave me!" she wept. She knew she couldn't do anything for him until the paramedics arrived and took him to the hospital.
He was in surgery for seven hours before he came out. They'd put him in a drug-induced coma to give him the best chance of survival, but even then, the odds weren't great.
She never left his side, not until Cho had to pull her away before they put his body in a body bag and took him to the morgue.
The worst three days of her life.
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Now, standing on the edge of her husband's grave, she could only manage, "I love you Patrick!". Her voice cracked as she said it and she broke down in tears again. Teresa never cries. Never.