A/N: I know that this story is getting more ridiculous with the day, but I kinda liked writing it and that's why I write, you know? Because I liked doing it :D.

Anyways, I couldn't let Lisbon suffer any longer so here's the chapter that you've all been waiting for. I guess :D.

Disclaimer: I don't own nothing. That's swag language. I've got swag.


You look beautiful when you smile

Scenario seven: 'Movie marathon'

"I have these films in store-"

"I don't want to watch movies, Patrick-"

"And I don't care. I want to."

Lisbon sighed. Jane stalled the movie collection on Lisbon's bed, so she could pick one. Why did he have to be so stubborn? She couldn't change what he had on his mind, not with a million kisses.

"I have Enchanted, which is for children, obviously. With James Marsden. I figured you like him-"

"No."

"No? Okay. Well, Aladdin-"

"No."

"Finding Neverland?"

"No."

"Sweeney Todd-"

"That's horror. I don't like horror."

"For the love of God, you're a cop! And it's not that much of horror-"

"Just because I'm a cop doesn't mean I like seeing people killed. And somebody's throat gets slid, Jane. That's what I call horror."

Jane smiled, before focusing back on his movie collection.

"West Side Story?" Lisbon blushed faintly, but just enough for Jane to spot.

"You've seen that a lot in your past. No West Side Story then. Uhm... The Little Mermaid?"

Lisbon opened her mouth to tell him 'no', but she shut it and looked down.

"She can't walk in that movie," she said, her voice small. Jane sighed.

"But it gets fixed, Teresa. The handsome prince teaches her how to walk."

"And you're trying to tell me with this that you are my handsome prince?" Lisbon huffed, and Jane clutched his chest as if he was hurt.

Lisbon smiled though, and Jane quickly linked their lips in a necessary kiss, before he lifted the last movie.

"Hairspray then? I know they all dance, but it's with Zac Efron. You can pretend he's that boy you admired in High School but never had the nerves to go to-"

"Oh hush," she said, and gently hit his arm. She didn't protest on the movie, though, so Jane took that as a yes to Hairspray.

He took the movies of Lisbon's bed, put the DVD of Hairspray in the DVD player, and pressed play on the remote control. He almost dove next to Lisbon in her bed.

"Gentle, Jane!" she exclaimed when she noticed he dove inches away from her legs. She couldn't feel them, but she could still break them.

He chuckled, pulled the sheets up to their chins and took Lisbon in his arms, pulling her legs up too.

"This is not a Christmas movie-"

"But it could be. With Christmas, you can watch every movie and pretend it's a Christmas movie. Home Alone gets boring after the fifth time."

Lisbon rolled her eyes, before placing her head on his shoulders and watching as the movie started.

She had to admit, it was a nice movie. Of course, it was a teen movie, it was overly dramatic and highly exaggerated, but it provided the well deserved distraction that only movies could provide you with.

Lisbon noticed that Jane's hands went down her body the further the movie came, and he stopped on her lower tummy, just above her intimate parts. She briefly focused on the feeling, before pushing his hand away. She caught his lips in a passionate kiss though, the movie already forgotten. Jane smiled.

"We're... watching a... movie... Teresa," he managed to murmur between kisses, and she rolled her eyes, even if they were closed.
"Forget the movie. I hate Zac Efron."

He gently pushed her away. "Don't distract me from my task, woman."
"What task?"
"Watching the movie."

"Oh, that task. Well, FYI, your hands wandered down my body, Jane, so I am not the one who started this."

Jane smiled, and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "Touché."

They watched the rest of the movie in silence, occasionally kissing since that was really needed.

"Next movie?"

"Ah, you were planning on a marathon. Right."

Jane smiled. "Of course I was, my dear. Never had a movie marathon?"
"Of course I had. In college. But they weren't teen movies. They were horror movies or thrillers. Movies that made you dive underneath your sheets."

He lifted Sweeney Todd, an innocent smile on his lips.

"No, Jane. I'm not watching that one. Besides, I don't like Johnny Depp."
"You don't?"

"No. I don't like old men. Which makes me wonder why I'm with you."
"Stop that, woman, it hurts."

"It better hurt."

"I'm only two years older than you."
"Which still makes you old."

"Johnny Depp is only ten years older-"

"Which also makes him old."

Jane sighed, and looked at the collection. There were a lot of movies he wanted to watch, but Lisbon rejected every single one he offered. He turned towards her again.
"Then which one do you want to watch?"

Lisbon startled slightly, before she looked at the movies again.
"Well, something less teen-ish."

Jane looked at the movies.

"Something that makes you cry?" he asked. She rolled her eyes.

"Not necessarily, but if that makes it less teen-ish, that's okay."

He raised a movie. She read the cover. 'RENT'. Never heard of it.

"About a group of young people that live in New York and face all kind of problems that come with adult life. Sounds teen-ish, but it isn't. I've seen this movie once, don't know when and why. But it's a beautiful movie."

Lisbon rolled her eyes. "Well fine. But I'm not going to cry, if that is what you want. I am well past that phase."

-YulianaHenderson-

Damn Patrick Jane and his stupid tricks.

She knew he noticed she was crying.

Angel, one of the main characters, had just died because of AIDS, and now the rest of the main characters were having a low-budget funeral because that was all they could pay for. But it was heart-breaking.

Jane's embrace got tighter. He knew how the movie ended, she didn't. And she had the feeling she didn't want to know.

"I said I wouldn't cry," she whispered. Jane smiled faintly.

"I know. But you're only human, Teresa."

He kissed the top of her head, and just when the movie ended, Jane noticed she'd fallen asleep. Now she would never know that the characters fell into happy lives after all.

He gently placed her back onto her pillow, and took the movies from her bed.

"Patrick," Loreen whispered from the door opening. She saw Lisbon was sleeping, and didn't want to wake the woman since she still needed to rest. A coma and being paralyzed wasn't just something.

Jane turned to the door.

"Can I talk to you for a second?"

He nodded, and looked at Lisbon briefly before following the woman to the hall.

"The test results just came back. The nerves aren't completely destroyed, only partly damaged. If Teresa trains hard, she will be able to walk again."

Jane's face lit up.
"What?" he asked, incredulously, though of course he'd heard what the nurse had just told him.

She shook her head, she knew he'd heard her and she wasn't going to repeat it.

Jane suddenly engaged the woman into a tight hug, and she just rolled her eyes.

"Don't thank me, thank the doctors and Teresa."
"So she will walk again?"
"If she trains hard, she probably will yes."

"Yes!" Jane exclaimed, and pulled away from Loreen, running into Lisbon's room to wake her and tell her. Lisbon faintly opened her eyes, irritated by the way Jane woke her.
"What the hell-"
"You will walk again, Teresa!" Jane exclaimed, and Lisbon was suddenly wide awake.
"What?"
Jane pulled her out of her bed, while Lisbon was still registering what he'd told her.

Then, it hit her. She swung her arms around his neck, while Jane was dancing with her – one-sided, of course.

She would walk again. Everything she'd promised Jane for when she would feel something again then suddenly knocked on the doors to her brain.

The tango. She'd have to look up some information on the internet for that one.

Their first time. She blushed slightly, now realizing that that would come sooner than she would have wanted. But she was ready for it. Now more than ever, now that she knew she would someday walk again.


A/N: It's a miracle! A Christmas miracle, in October :D. Yeah, I know it's a bit unrealistic, but miracles happen and I just didn't want Lisbon to suffer anymore. Honestly, I hated myself too for even thinking of writing this sequel, since it's so sad and mean to make Lisbon paralyzed, but the feelings, ugh. :D

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