Disclaimer: You should know by now, I DO NOT own the mentalist! Or make money from this
Author's Note: I know I said there'd just be an epilogue but after reading Iloveplotbunnies' review I had this idea and I have not been able to get rid of it, hope you like! Thanks Iloveplotbunnies for the idea and for reviewing and jisbon-sessed for reviewing :)
Jane was running and then the house exploded, he remembered being flung through the air and then nothing...
...Until he opened his stinging eyes and groaned in pain, his back was sore like something had burned it. Blinking away soot he realized he was lying on the grass outside Red John's house but where was the baby he'd been holding?
Panicking he sat up and scanned his surroundings of shards if glass, pieces of furniture... apart from Lisbon there was nothing else. The twins were dead. His children were dead, again.
Tears formed in his eyes as he gently reached out to Lisbon who reluctantly opened her eyes. He watched her sit up and look around for the twins, they exchanged a look as tears rolled down their cheeks.
They had failed. They had failed their children, they hadn't been able to protect them and now they were dead. They heard distant sirens but neither wanted to have to face the team or even paramedics so they slipped away...
Jane opened his eyes and glanced at the sleeping form of his wife, Lisbon. Her eyes were closed as she dreamt of what he hoped were less depressing dreams than he was. Jane was used to it though, bad dreams had dogged him ever since Red John had killed his family.
Bastard. Jane still wished he could kill the SOB but alas, the serial killer had died in the explosion along with his precious children. He'd give anything to go back in time and protect them, anything. Jane sighed wistfully, it was stupid wishing for things you knew you could not have.
He and Lisbon had both been so miserable they'd just stayed at his house for days, weeks, months even. They were both so depressed, how could they not be? But they hadn't realized the team thought them dead until they read their obituaries in the paper.
That had been a shock, such a shock to discover that but neither had wanted to correct their mistake. They hadn't felt like going back so instead they'd gone away. They'd started by travelling through the US, then Canada, Mexico, South America, Africa, Europe, Russia, Asia, New Zealand, Australia... they'd travelled the world slowly but surely they'd made their way around.
And now?
They'd run out of places to travel. And there was Micah to think about it. Micah was a surprise they'd both discovered in Israel 14 years ago, both of them had actually fainted when they'd been told she was pregnant. They still loved him though although it did make them miss the twins they'd never know. He could probably do with some stability in his life...
"Patrick, you awake?" Lisbon mumbled blinking open her eyes.
"Uh-huh."
"You were thinking about what we do now?"
"Uh-huh."
"And?"
"I don't know," Jane admitted, "the logical thing to do would be go back to America but... its been 25 years and they all think we're dead."
"I miss them," she muttered propping her self up with her arm, "do you ever wonder how they all are? Whether Van Pelt and Rigsby are still together? Is Cho the new boss? Do any of them have kids? Are all of them still alive?"
"Yeah," Jane sighed, "so what do we do...?"
"Wow, I cannot believe we're in California! I mean really, how awesome in this?!" Micah exclaimed delightedly as they arrived outside their hotel, "I feel like I'm in a movie or something... I mean really!"
"You get used to it Micah," Jane muttered as they checked in, their houses had probably been sold by now.
"I cannot believe you guys were from California the whole time and didn't tell me," Micah continued ignoring his father's comment, "I mean really!"
"You didn't ask what state we were from," pointed put Lisbon as they got in their elevator, a red haired woman got in with them in her mid-twenties Jane guessed... the same age the twins would be.
"That's cuz I just assumed it was from some boring state that no one evers of, g'day ma'am," he added to the red head with his father's charming smile.
"G'day to you too, although tomorrow will be better," replied the woman smiling broadly.
"What's so special about tomorrow?" questioned Micah curiously.
"I'm getting married!"
"Congratulations ma'am."
"You don't have to call me ma'am, my name is Teresa but most people call me Tessa," she informed him.
"I'm Micah Samuel, but most people call me Micah," he introduced himself, "and these are my parents," he added motioning to them as they were standing behind Teresa.
"Nice to meet you all," said Teresa turning to smile at them and it hit Jane suddenly, she looked alot like Van Pelt and her eyes looked alike Rigsby.
"Likewise," continued Micah cheerfully as Jane and Lisbon exchanged looks, "must be cool living in California."
"I guess. Where do you live?" shrugged Teresa.
"Here, there, everywhere... we travel alot just got here from Australia," explained Micah.
"How exciting!" exclaimed Teresa, "me and my soon-to-be husband were thinking of going there on our honeymoon."
"I'd recommend it."
"Aren't you nervous about getting married tomorrow?" cut in Lisbon wanting to direct the conversation around, hopefully to family to find out if she was who they suspected.
"No, I can't wait!"
"Bet you'll have lots of family there," Jane guessed.
"Yeah I guess... I wish my Mom could be there though and my fiance's parents too," answered Teresa wistfully.
"Your Mom is dead?" Jane pressed.
"She was killed," said Teresa darkly causing Jane and Lisbon's hearts to drop, both suddenly wishing they were wrong about her.
"I'm sorry to hear that," Micah offered as the elevator pinged to a hault.
"It was nice talking to you, bye," waved Teresa as she got off and vanished into the press of others hurrying in.
Jane kept hoping he was wrong as they continued their ascent to their floor, he was desperate to talk to Lisbon about it but considering Micah knew nothing of it he decided he'd have to wait till they were alone...
