A/N: I'm so sorry it took me this long to post this. I had my 21st birthday, kinda been celebrating ever since. lol. I hope you all are still with me. This chapter is fast paced go down this chapter so hopefully I'll make up for it. :D Okay so here's chapter ten.
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I have to get him inside. Don't die on me dammit! Faith walks through the door, waiting for someone to rush towards her to help her with the bleeding man in her arms. She stops short at the silence in the room and at her sister and the glowing detective in the room, and everyone just staring at them.
"Best friends my ass."
The sound of Faith's voice causes the two women to come back into reality, realizing what was going on, and the fact there were other people in the room. They break apart, both suddenly shy and awkward. The crimson glow finally wears off.
"Can I get a little help over here?" Faith voice turns into annoyance. She didn't have time for the newly lovebirds to have their moment, especially not when her bleeding out father was lying in her arms.
"Oh." Maura, remembering Doyle was here, to Faith to check on him. "Is there a room you can take him?"
"Hell, if I know. I just moved here."
Willow mind flashes back to when she held Tara's dead body in her arms. The blood, the bullet. Doyle's still alive. She shakes her head, refocusing. "There's a room upstairs. Can you get him up there?"
Faith shifts Doyle a little. "Yeah I got it." Without missing a step, Faith rushes pass Maura, Jane, and everyone else and runs up the stairs with amazing speed.
The room gets awkward again. No one knowing what to say.
"I have to help Doyle." Maura hurries to the steps. Her mind races as she heads up the stairs. Oh my gosh. I kissed Jane! I can't believe I- She hears a painful groan coming from the room next her. Focus Maura. Now's not the time. She walks in the room to and sees Doyle laying on a fresh bed while Faith holds the pressure on his wound.
"Yo Mo Deirfiúr, there's no exit wound." Faith looks at Maura, while continuing. "Knives are more my specialty but I think he doesn't start getting treatment soon, he might just bleed out."
"I know. Go to my house, head upstairs into my bathroom and retrieve my medical kit. I need you to send someone up here to help me while you're gone." Maura places her hands on top of Faith to hold the pressure of the wound. "Go now."...
There was awkward silence in the livingroom for a few moments. Mostly, eveyone was trying to avert their gazes from Jane.
I can believe I kissed her. I kissed her, in front of everybody. Jane's hand shakingly runs through her wild hair as she stares down at her shoes. I was just happy she's alive, I just- mentally groans. The guys are never gonna let me live this down.
"So, anyone else think the last five minutes have been a big 'what the fuck'?"
"Dawn." Willow's tone was warning.
The young brunette shrugs, "I'm just saying. The glowing Rizzoli, the kiss of passion and the half dead mobster, can you imagine that being the beginning of a bar joke."
Eveybody ignores Dawn attempt to lighten up the mood, but before anyone could say anything Faith comes running down the steps covered in blood.
"Rizzoli, I need to get into Maura's house. She said something about a medical kit in her bathroom." The adrenaline made her words rushed, not even noticing the awkward tension in the room.
"Follow me." Back into cop mode, Jane rushes to the door with Faith not far behind.
Faith stops at the door and turn to her girlfriend. "Red, Maura needs a little help upstairs. You might want to take some towels or something there." She follows Jane out the house, next door the front door is already open with Jane inside. Faith tries to catch up, hurrying into Maura's house and is force to duck the a swinging baseball bat.
Holy shit! She looks up to see a middleage Italian woman in pink pajamas tightly holding a baseball bat in her hands, ready to take another swing.
"Who are you and what did you with Maura?" The woman's voice a little intimidating and demanding.
Faith holds out her hands in surrender. "Maura's fine-"
"Fine? Fine! You come into this home, like the criminal I know you are, and you dare say that Maura is fine!" Her eyes burn with fury. "Look at your clothes!"
What about my- Shit! Faith remembers the bloody attire she's wearing and sheepishly smiles at the woman. "I can explain that."
Without a second thought, the woman takes another swing and Faith smile falsl as she ducks again. The bat clashes with the wall, pain shooting into the woman's hands, causing her to drop her weapon.
"What the hell is goin' on here?" Jane's voice appearing as she rushes down the stairs with a black, leather, medical bag in her hands. She sees her mother clutching the hands in pain and the baseball bat nearby. "What the hell you'd do to my mother?"
Faith raises an eyebrow. "Mother huh? Figures." Jane glares at her. "What? She did it to herself? Went all wicked Red Sox on me. Didn't even touch her."
Jane goes to her mother, looking her over to make sure she was okay. "Ma what happend?"
"Arrest her! She broke in and done something to Maura." Angela swings her arms dramactically, pointing at the Slayer.
Jane rolls her eyes. I don't have time for this. "Look ma, Maura's okay. Where's Tommy?"
"At your father's."
Jane sighs. "Ma, I need you to come with me. I don't think it's safe for you right now to be here alone."
Angela's eyes widen with confusion and fear. "Jane what's goin' on?"
Faith gets a little impatient at the family discussion. "Come on Rizzoli, ain't got much time."
The younger Rizzoli tosses the medical bag to Faith. "Go ahead, I'll be right there." As Faith takes off, Jane tries to calm her mother. "Ma, I need you to relax. We're gonna go next door and we need you listen to what we say. Can you handle that?"...
There's a knock on the door. "Faith is that you?" Maura was starting to get impatient. As blood covered her hands, she was beginning to lose a little hope on saving her father.
The door opens and Willow walks in with a bunch of towels in her arms keeping her eyes off Doyle. "No it's me. I brought up some fresh towels."
Maura snatches on from her arms and holds it on the wound. "Can you place a few towels beneath his head to give him some comfort."
Willow nods putting a bundling up three towels to make a small pillow and places it under the man's head. Being so close to him, she could help but look at the wound in his chest. The first gunshot wound she's seen up close since May 7th, 2002...
"Come on Tara baby." The room goes dark and blue and Willow holds the love of her life's body in her arms. Even as the tears fell from her eyes, it didn't feel real. Lightning flashes inside the room, the power is consuming. "By Osiris, I command you. Bring her back!"...
"It is done."
The final words of the demon sends her into a rage of denial. "Noooo!" Her ripples through her words attacking the demon, forcing him to disappear. Her pain was numbed, and it was only the beginning...
"Ms. Rosenberg!"
Willow snaps out of her memory and looks at Maura, who is clearly frustrated and apparently been trying to get her attention for a while. "I'm sorry."
"I need you to hold this." The doctor refers to the towel covering the wound.
Willow silently gulps and nods, doing as she's told. She didn't like the of the feeling of the blood on her hands. Just then, Faith barges in with the with the medical bag in her hands.
"Sorry it took so long." She hands over the bag to Maura who begins to riffle through the bag. "Had a run in with Mama Rizzoli involving a baseball bat."
Maura looks up briefly after pulling out tweezer and several alcohol pads. "Is Angela alright?"
Faith shrugs. Don't know, don't care. "I was that almost got their face bashed in." She looks over to Willow would was holding down the pressure, but uncomfortably silent. "Red, you okay?"
She doesn't answer, as her eyes blacken at the other memory penetrates her mind.
Her essence of darkness fills her black hair and her eyes, ignoring her best friend. As she stands over her other best friends body, the body dying as the bullet wound continues to bleed. Suddenly, the bullet rises from her and the wound closes.
She stares at the powerful thing that caused so much damagage. Amazed. "It's so small."...
"Frankie!" Jane drags her pajama wearing mother into the smpty livingroom. Where the hell is everybody? "Frankie!"
Frankie, followed by Dawn, Barry and Vince, rushes in with slayer-like weapons, prepared for whatever is going on. "Ma?"
"Someone tell me what's goin' on!" Angela demanded. She was usually used to feeling out of the loop, but this was far much more.
"No time to explain. Take ma into the back room, make sure she stays there." She hears a fearing shout from upstairs. Maura. "Take her now Frankie! Tell her nothing!"
She runs up the stairs, hoping Maura wasn't in anymore danger than she already was. She gets to the room, the door already open and sees both Faith and Maura both rooted in their place. The energy in the room is unshakinly dark, sending a chill in her body. "Maura what's wrong?" She follows their gaze and understands what has them so shooked.
Willow's, still kneeling beside Paddy Doyle's body, body is relaxed with dark energy. The root of her hair is black about an inch long. A small metal fragment floated in the air in front of her. She turns her gaze to the other three, her eyes shining black.
The eyes make Jane's body turn cold.
"Will." Faith voice was firm, eventhough she was terrified. She had to reach her girlfriend. She knew what this was, she heard the rumors, they've even talked about it. But to see it for herself, the little glimpse that it is, it was terrifying...and heartbreaking. "Babe, I need you to come back to me." She slowly edges closer to her girlfriend, making sure not to make any sudden movements.
Willow closes her eyes, taking in a deep breath. Hearing Faith's voice began to pull her out of it. She needed to get out of it, the darkness. She didn't even realize she slipped in.
Her eyes reopen, revealing the safe green color. Her roots come back back to it natural red color. Her stomach churns . She never wanted Faith to see her like that. "Get out."
"I'm not leav-"
"Get out." Her voice softens, her eyes pleading. "Please."
Faith's heart breaks even further, not being allowed to comfort her girlfriend. Being shut out like that. She knew she was hurting, but she didn't want to be on the recieving end of Willow's wrath. She storms out the room, shaking as she pulls out a cigarette and heads downstairs.
In the room, the coldness was relieved from Jane body. She shivers and starts rubbing her arms, afraid the coldness was going to come back. "I'm gonna- I'm gonna wait outside." She leave the room, she had to get out of there quick.
Maura, on the other hand, was captivaited by the presence before her. She was scared but the energy, she felt it through her whole body. Hot, cold, intense, relaxing, repelling, captivating. She couldn't tell if she enjoy the feeling or not. She wasn't sure what it was, but being in Willow's dark presence, it felt like it unlock something within herself. I'm the Queen of the Dead. The Death Queen. The psychology of humasn nature, drawn to darkness. She slowly walks over and kneels side by side next to Willow...
A/N: Hopefully this chapter wasn't too confusing :D. I know you guys may want more Rizzles and Waith(Fillow), but next chapter is probably gonna be an angst chapter with Jane/Faith and Maura/Willow. If you're wondering how Faith and Willow got together, I'll prbably put that in the next chapter...