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Jane's smirk didn't leave her face the entire time they walked up to their room. She couldn't wait for the movie to start and for Maura to be scared shitless. Okay, she should be feeling some kind of guilt, but Jane couldn't help herself. The perfect opportunity presented itself and who was she to bail out on that? So, here she was plopping the disc into the DVD player, while Maura was getting herself comfortable, whilst still wondering what kind of movie they were going to watch and why Jane was being so secretive about it all.

She gave Jane another questionable look when the dark haired girl settled down next to her. Jane merely shrugged, pointing towards the TV. "Just watch Maur." She whispered, trying her hardest to suppress her smirk.


86 minutes later, Jane was annoyed, frustrated an utterly confused. She had chosen a horror movie that scared her half to death when she had watched it the first time. She wasn't able to sleep for a week straight and Maura was lying next to her, talking about how all of it could be prevented and how they had missed some very specific points that would have made the movie a success. Jane watched as the credits slowly rolled by. The thought that Maura would point out various goofs in the movie had crossed her mind, but she figured that the scariness of it all would drown out her coherent thoughts and make her act like a girl who was watching a horror movie. Scared.

Jane sighed as Maura went on and on, not even listening to what she was saying. Getting up, she took the DVD out of the player and threw the case across the room, glaring at it as it hit the wall and laid there mocking her. She couldn't believe this didn't work. She had been looking forward to this moment the entire week. Movie night. Maura grabbing her hand, hiding her head in Jane's neck, snuggling into her, and all of that because she was so scared. Sighing again, Jane noticed Maura had stopped talking. Turning to look behind her, she saw Maura frown at her, look at the DVD she killed, before looking back to her.

"What did that DVD ever do to you?"

"How can you not be scared? I was scared shitless the first time I saw that movie!"

"You've seen this movie before? Then why would you want to watch it again?"

"Because it's a good movie. And it's scary. Although apparently not to you. How can you not be scared by this?" Jane pointed at the TV to get her point across.

"Because it's fiction Jane. It's not real. Besides, something like this would never happen to you or me. And what makes this movie so scary is the illogical choices the main characters make. They are portrayed like that to build up suspense, which is then released at the moments you most expect it, causing the expected effect to be lost on the audience. All of this causes this movie to lose its purpose of scaring people." While Maura explained her take on the movie, Jane started feeling more miserable by the second.

"Whatever, let's just go to bed." Maura looked confused, wondering about the sudden change in Jane's demeanor.

"Did I say or do something wrong?" Maura asked, her eyes following Jane as she walked to the bathroom to change.

Jane turned around, a small smile on her face. "Nah. Just tired is all." Maura nodded, but she wasn't convinced.

As she watched Jane walk into the bathroom, Maura couldn't help but feel as if she ruined their movie night. Maybe she should stop with, how Jane always calls it, all the google talk. She always does look bored and annoyed when Maura would tell her facts about a certain event or something that they were talking about. Maura wondered if maybe she was just boring.

And maybe the movie proved that. Jane did tell her that she was scared 'shitless', to put it in her words, when she saw it for the first time. Maybe because Maura was always looking at the facts, she missed the whole point of the movie.

Maura frowned as she thought back to the movies she watched. The remarks she always made about every movie Jane picked out. When they would watch an action movie, Maura would always point out that it was physically impossible for one man to defeat over twenty other men. Not even talking about the toll it would take on someone's mental state having that much blood on your hands.

When they would watch a romantic comedy, Maura would comment every time a couple would get together, telling Jane they would break up and get together again in the end. And when the movie was over and the couple had gotten back together, Maura would point out that no one writing/directing a romantic comedy had any original ideas.

Maura sighed softly, picking at the loose thread of the blanket she was under. She frowned, wondering if maybe that thread somehow resembled their friendship. Pull too hard and the thread will eventually come loose, disrupting the flow of the blanket and leaving a hole behind. Maura frowned slightly. Since when did she become so cynical? And seriously, comparing their friendship to a thread of a blanket?

Maura shook her head, clearing her thoughts. Jane was her friend. And she hadn't even complained about anything Maura did. Okay, she wasn't happy about her at first, but to be honest, neither was Maura. She was forced to give up the luxury of her home to go to a different country, a different school and live with someone she didn't know anything about. The only thing that actually made her want to go just a little bit, was because she was born in Boston. She had been moved to France when she was around five years old. She had been curious about her birth city and decided to make the best of it.

But when she got here, she was forced to sleep on a mattress on the ground, got stuck with three other kids and their mother. And Maura had loved every single second of it the moment she got there.

She felt loved. Something she never felt at home. She chose to stay out of her mother's way and it seemed like the woman did the same. She had no other siblings and the only friend she had was an African spurred tortoise named Bass. Maura closed her eyes, picturing her tortoise slowly moving around her room, poking his head out now and then, munching on a British strawberry happily.

Opening her eyes, Maura was just in time to see Jane come out of the bedroom, tying her hair back. Maura gave her a once over, trying to figure out why she got a weird feeling in the pit of her stomach every time the other girl was around and why she wanted so desperately to hear her laugh, see her smile and feel her skin.

"What?" Jane's voice snapped her out of her thoughts. Maura blushed when she saw she was caught staring.

"Nothing. I was just thinking." She replied, trying to hide her blush behind her hair.

"About what?" The question was so simple and Jane waited for an answer as she plopped down next to her, giving her her full attention.

Maura however, didn't know how to answer that question. About what I'm feeling for you? About why I want to see you every second of every day? She had no idea what to say.

So instead, she just smiled and shook her head. "Nothing important." And it was true. She wasn't sure if it was important or not, so she wasn't lying.

Jane seemed to ponder this for a moment before shrugging. "All right. Bathroom's free-" Jane pointed towards the door she just came through. "You can go change if you want." Maura nodded, watching as Jane got under the covers and got comfortable, her back facing her.

And this time, it was Maura that felt miserable. Pushing that feeling aside, she grabbed her nightwear, walked off to the bathroom and closed the door softly, missing Jane's sigh.


It had been an hour after lights out and Maura kept tossing and turning, not being able to drift off to sleep. She tried to blame the conversation she had with herself, but Maura Isles couldn't lie, so she had to be honest. It was because of the movie.

And as much as she tried to tell herself that it was just a movie, she couldn't help but hear every noise, think every shadow in the room was something entirely else and Jane was fast asleep in the bed next to her.

She turned the umpteenth time that night and let out a frustrated sigh, angry at herself for being scared of something she made fun off not even an hour ago.

"Maura seriously, go to sleep." Maura turned to look at the lump on the bed.

"I'm sorry." She turned back around and tried to be quiet, hoping Jane would fall asleep again.

Instead, she heard some shuffling. "What is it?" She heard Jane ask.

Not turning around, she shook her head. "Nothing."

Jane snorted. "So, if I turn the lights on, I won't see any hives on you?" Maura bit her lip.

When she heard some more shuffling, she turned to look over her shoulder and saw Jane reach for the light.

"Okay fine." Maura sighed, before she turned around fully to face her friend.

Even in the dark, she could clearly see the dark brown eyes staring back at her. The eyes that held so much passion if she was talking about something she adored. The eyes that could hold so many emotions at one moment and hold nothing the next. The eyes that Maura could get lost in.

"Well?" Maura was glad the room was dark and Jane couldn't see the blush on her cheeks.

"I may have realized that I might have misjudged the movie."

"You're scared?"

"Yes."

Silence.

Shuffling.

"Come on." It was a whisper, but Maura could easily hear it.

She watched as Jane moved aside and lifted the covers. It took Maura a moment to figure out what Jane meant and wondered if her IQ might have just dropped by meeting Jane.

"Jane-"

"Just get in Maur. You know I need my sleep and I can't have that with you. Besides, a ruffled mind makes a restless pillow."

"Did you just quote Charlotte Bronte?"

"Just get in Maur." Jane repeated, the sheets still raised. "I'm gettin' cold."

Maura smiled shyly, the familiar feelings returning to her stomach. She could feel the heat rise to her cheeks and hoped that Jane couldn't see that in the dark. They were kind of close.

Maura stepped into bed, feeling the warmth of Jane's body seep into her instantly. It gave her a fuzzy feeling. More so, it felt right to her. Both girls settled next to each other, neither one knowing that both of their hearts were beating fast, beating in sync. Both girls were nervous, not knowing if this counted as being in someone's personal space. There wasn't much space in a single bed in the first place.

Jane looked over at Maura, seeing the girl pretty much hide behind the sheets. She smiled. She might not have grabbed Jane's hand, might not have hid behind her, but they were sharing a bed. Reaching out her arm, Jane pulled Maura close to her, the other girl fitting perfectly against her body.

"It's fine Maur. I got you." Maura relaxed against Jane, all of her senses and feelings working overtime and for the first time since Maura could remember… she felt happy.

And Jane, she couldn't be happier.


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