Sorry about the slow update, was busy fangirling in social media over how great the cast and crew of Major Crimes is to their fans! lol
So hoping for more "major" Shandy moments in season 4!
Disclaimer: Yep as usual I own nothing of Major Crimes!
Sharon's POV with a side of Rusty's POV
The night before Sharon had determined to go to work the next morning. She was done with lying in bed and hearing from the team that there was no clues or any new evidence in finding their suspect. She had struggled to get dressed. As she was slowly walking towards her bathroom her steps became unsteady, things were starting to spin and get dark. Sharon reached out, putting her hand on the wall to try and steady herself. Her head was pounding, even the dim bedroom lights were making her nausea. Taking a few short breaths to try and calm her rolling stomach. Sharon was realizing she had pushed her limits and carefully made it to the sink before her stomach started up again. It was revolting against all the movements she was making. Sharon accidentally knocked over the lotions that were on the counter as she slid quickly down to her knees beside the toilet. She wasn't sure if it was the pain in her head or stomach or ribs that was the worst but they were all at an extreme.
Hearing Rusty banging on the door and his voice was getting louder with worry. She knew he probably heard her things drop to the floor. It took her a few minutes to be able to pull herself over to the door and unlock it. Sharon didn't want him to see her like this but she didn't want him worrying more either. After moving so much Sharon leaned back against the cool wall, holding her arm against her ribs. It had felt like they were breaking all over again. She couldn't help but let out a moan that seem to echo through out her head.
She heard a gasp then Rusty's panicked voice, "my god Sharon, what did you do now? I'm going to call 911."
Quickly she said, "no no Rusty, I'm fine. Just give me a minute." She could hear that her voice sounded scratchy and hoarse.
"Yeah right Sharon, you're fine. You just happen to be sitting on the bathroom floor looking miserable. Pale as a ghost and heaving 'til there's nothing left to you. Nope nothing wrong with that, you're fine as you say." Rusty stepped closer and looked down at her he wasn't sure if it was panic or being mad at her that got him to continue "well guess what Sharon you're really not fine at all and I'm going to call someone to help, I won't call 911, just a friend." Rusty backed out to the doorway of the bathroom "so stay there. Do not try and get up" all he got in response was another moan. Rusty took it for an agreement and went into the living room to make his call.
After getting off the phone with Flynn, Rusty rushed back to check on Sharon, he was really worried when he heard her getting sick again. He waited outside the door until the noise lessened. Rusty was torn between wanting to go in and help her or should he consider giving her the privacy he knew she would want. As he stood there outside the door he thought how Sharon had insisted to all of them through out the week that she was fine. Even though they knew she wasn't. Rusty had thought she was getting better though. Sharon was having a real hard time staying in bed. He had to admit she sounded a bit like him when he didn't get his way. Last night when Sharon complained about still being stuck on bed rest Rusty couldn't help himself it was almost fun to turn her motherly advice back at her so with a huge smile but a serious tone he asked "will complaining make things easier?" Earning him a pillow thrown at his head.
Sharon tried to hold back a smile "I knew you would say something like that, I knew it." She folded he arms and pouted just like he would. It was nice to know he was listening to the things she was telling him even if he was using them to get back at her she was just fine with that.
Through out that last week there was almost always someone with her, to keep an eye on her and to make sure she wasn't over doing it. As the week went on Rusty saw how miserable Sharon was. It was not just because she was hurt physically and she was stuck in bed. Even Rusty could see the pain went deeper than the bruises, concussion and broken ribs. So a few nights ago while Provenza was over helping out. Which with the older man meant watching the Dodgers game and eating in the living room with his feet on the coffee table. Rusty had warned him that Sharon didn't like that but the Lieutenant just grumbled, "what the boss doesn't know won't hurt her." After talking, Provenza and him were working on a plan to get Flynn over there and to not let her shoot him before they could talk but it wasn't suppose to be like this.
When the sounds quieted down Rusty ventured a peak into the bathroom. What he saw made him frown, Sharon was once again sitting on the bathroom floor leaning against the wall. He couldn't believe how the toughest, strongest woman he had ever meet now looked so small and weak but he knew she was still just as stubborn. Rusty was glad he called Flynn, even if he knew Sharon would be pretty mad at him but right now getting her help was more important then feeling her wrath. The Lieutenant could possibly be the only one, well beside Andrea that could make Sharon listen. The man, that Rusty and everyone well everyone else except Sharon that is, knew was in love with her. Rusty also could tell that something had happened between Flynn and Sharon.
He had thought things were going great with them after the run-in they had at their condo when the Lt. had brought his grandkids over. They had actually gone out on a real date that weekend and Sharon was smiling a lot more. Which was nice because he could tell she had been feeling down for the last few weeks. Rusty even made sure he was scarce so they could have time alone on Sunday. All he wanted was Sharon to be happy, after all she has done for him. That was why he was surprised when Flynn wasn't at the hospital and even more shocked when Sharon said, that under no circumstances was Rusty to call or let that man in their home.
Seeing her hurt, sitting on the floor like this got him angry again as he walked closer to her he asked, "Sharon, what are you doing? I thought you were still in bed and why are you dressed like you're going to work?" Her eyes stayed tightly shut and he heard a low moan "my god Sharon, do you ever listen to anyone?" Rusty dropped down next to her and continued to explain his frustration with her in a little quieter voice but he was still angry with her. "Can't you see that we are all trying to help you and like take care of you but no you always do what you want? Even if that means you end up hurting yourself more. You know what, Sharon? You are not always right you know because you are completely wrong about this." Slowing for a second, Rusty turned to look at the woman he consider his mother. Her eyes were still closed and her head was leaning back against the wall. She had moaned a couple times while he was getting mad at her and he was hoping she didn't do more damage if she had fallen.
Frowning Rusty put his hand over hers that was holding her stomach. How many times did he see his birth-mom like this? How many times did he have to clean up after she got sick from a long night of being out? How many times did he have to hold her while she sat crying about never doing this again? But here Sharon sat in obvious pain and refused to let him help when that's all he wanted to do. How could he get her to understand it wasn't an act of weakness to accept help from each other it was an act of love? Sharon had showed him and taught him so much over the few years they had known each other, it was his turn to reach out and help her, whether she liked it or not.
Sharon sat quietly on the floor listening to all that Rusty was saying. It made her proud to think how far they both had come in the few years he was with her. She had always known deep inside that he was a good kid, that just had bad things happen to him. He needed someone to give him a chance and she was happy that it was her that got to help. If this had happened to her in the beginning of their tentative relationship she knew it wouldn't have affected Rusty the same way. He had not liked her very much along with anyone else involved with the LAPD. The way they cared for each other now Sharon had expected Rusty to be mad at her, he had the right to feel that way and she had nothing left in her to stop him.
Sharon felt Rusty's place his hand on hers then after a few minutes of silence her son said in a quiet voice "Sharon, I...umm...I...care about you and it hurts me to see you like this. You've done so much for me but you need to let someone help you once in awhile."
Knowing it was hard for him to express himself, made what Rusty was saying that much more heartfelt to her. Sharon turned her hand over and lightly squeezed Rusty's and gave him a somewhat affirming "hmmm." Knowing what he was saying was true.
Rusty let out a long sigh and stood up "ok, I'll go get your pain pills and give you a minute alone but I'll be right back."
Once she was left alone, to try and ease the pain her body was feeling Sharon let her mind drift away from reality. The problem was it always made it's way back to the one person that had caused her heart more pain then her body was ever in. Though she tried to fight off the memories because they hurt too much to think about them. They would always come back and fill her thoughts again. At first the memories made her smile but now Sharon was embarrassed to remember how she completely lost herself in that man's arms. When he had his hands wrapped through her hair and she was completely filled with him, that moment it had felt so good and with him it had just felt right. To finally allow her true-self to open up, she had been holding back that part of her for so long. She was a woman and she did have needs after all. Sharon had wanted to experience them all with only one man and that night she did. She was surprised though at how many times she reached that peak, more times then she ever thought was possible. Sharon knew it felt like that because she was in love with him.
Having given her heart to the man she was making love with, it intensified all the feelings they were sharing. It amazed her at how much she wanted, no needed more. In the beginning, after they became friends it had been just too exhausting to fight off the chemistry and electricity that flowed between them. She had tried to ignore it for years, saying they were just friends. Now she wished she had that friendship back but it was reduced to ashes, left to smolder, turning into smoke that in a puff was gone. Giving your heart away also intensified the hurt. Yes, she had learned another lesson the hard way. Well at least she had that night, one night that she let her brain shut off, stopped thinking and she followed her heart. She'd have that memory if she let herself continue to remember it.
She wasn't strong enough yet to stop the memories and the feelings he had freed in her that night when he brought her to that final release. Well to be honest it was more of a full on explosion. Even now the feeling hit her and it started as a warm fire slowly coursing through her entire body, right down to her toes making them curl inward. Then it became stronger and turned into a heated blast that sent a shudder rolling through her as she tried to hold back the tears. She didn't want this, she didn't want recall what had been.
Trying to stop the feeling made her body shake and turned her stomach. Sharon had to move quicker than she wanted to as it wracked through her body. It was almost as if to expel the memories and feelings that she didn't want anymore though she didn't think she would ever forget the look in his eyes as they both reached that pinnacle point at the same time. They were darker then she had ever seen them, almost a midnight black. Sharon felt like she could disappear in them. He made her feel wanted, desired, feminine and she felt safe. No man she ever met could make her feel all of those things at the same time. Not even Jack.
Hearing the knock on the front door, Sharon tried to pull herself up off the floor. The bathroom door was left open and she didn't need to have anyone see her like this but her body seemed to revolt against any kind movement. It took few minutes of leaning over the toilet to finally feel like the getting sick part was over. Sharon slid slowly back to lean on the wall for support and held her arm tightly against her ribs. It had felt like they were breaking all over again. There was nothing she could do but sit there and wait for the pain to lessen. She wasn't going back to the hospital no matter, she just needed time to get over the pain in her head and her stomach to settle. Assuming that Rusty would call Andrea but Sharon was sure she was busy with her own life and work. She was feeling guilty about taking up so much of everyone else's time. Sharon just wanted everything in her life back to the way it was before all this started. If she could only go back to a month ago before she let her guard down and opened up her heart. Life was easier then, lonely but easier.
She could sense there was someone near by and it didn't take Sharon long to figure out who. Even through the fog she was in she knew exactly who it was. There was only one person that just the smell of him made her entire body heat up and shiver at the same time. The feeling made her moan again in pain and a bit of bliss if she were to admit that it herself. But it couldn't be him? Why would he be here? She had told Rusty and Lt. Provenza to not let him in her home. Why would he even want to be here anyways? Hadn't he already got what he wanted from her? The man had made that perfectly clear when he didn't have the decency to show up at the hospital after she was attacked. To top that off Dr. Foster had told her he had called the Lt. like she asked but when he finally got a hold of him a woman answered. Bill said there was laughter then the woman said that Lieutenant Flynn was busy and would be busy all night long then she hung up after laughing into the phone.
Sharon wasn't sure what hurt her more that he had moved on to someone else so fast or that she was sure that someone else was Cindi. Sharon had no energy, no will and quite frankly just didn't want to open her eyes. Besides the pain the light would cause, Sharon had no desire to look at the man she didn't want to ever see again but then a part of her did want to look in his dark brown eyes one more time. It made her angry with herself that all she really wanted was for him to hold her, she didn't want to feel that way. Sharon knew it was impossible not to ever see him again since they worked together but she would be able to handle herself better when she was stronger and had her armor back up.
Feeling his presence move closer, Sharon knew she looked like a horrible mess but what did it matter now? She wasn't trying to impress anyone let alone this man. Since she couldn't move away from him what she was doing as she sat there, was contemplating on how she would like to maim him. What Sharon really wanted to do was slap him or shoot him. When she had her energy back she would decide then which one or both she would like to do.
As she felt him closer to her, she stayed as still as possible to try to keep her stomach content down, which she was sure she had nothing left to give. The hair that was blocking her face was gently tucked behind her ear and she heard a soft spoken "oh, Sharon." There was then a gentle touch to her chin and his thumb stroked her lip. Even though this man's touch was new to her, in a way it felt so familiar now. "I am so sorry, Sharon" was said in such a low whisper she wasn't sure if she heard it but she could sense the sadness in his voice. She didn't need him feeling bad for her and she didn't want his pity either.
Not opening her eyes, for she knew it would be too painful but she couldn't help let a little smile escape. It was hard to deny what the feel of his touch did to her. Sharon knew her heart was winning the battle over her brain when her tongue involuntarily slid out between her lips and touched his thumb, it sent a shiver coursing through her and she couldn't help but let a moan slip. The tender touch brought back those memories she was trying to get rid of. Luckily for her the shiver brought pain through out her body snapping her back to reality and this time her moan was more a groan of misery. Sharon took several small breathes because it hurt her ribs too much take a deep breath after a few minutes to settle the pain and let her brain get back in control before she could finally trust herself to speak. Her voice hardly sounded like hers as she asked quietly, "what are you doing here, Lieutenant?" Just speaking a few words hurt her sore and raw throat.
Sharon heard movement but stayed as still as possible. Keeping her eyes closed but she knew he was sitting next to her on the floor because she could feel his body heat. For a second it felt nice because she was so cold. When she felt his hands on her shoulder and he tried to move her closer to him. It made her anger boil over and she jerked away from him moving much to quickly sending pain through out her body again. She would rather sit here and freeze then need him for heat or support. Keeping her eyes tightly closed in an attempt to stop her world from spinning. Her voiced cracked when she spoke and she almost didn't recognize her own voice as she said, "don't. Touch. Me. You...you...jerk." Sharon had wanted to come up with worse names to call him but her brain was just shutting down on her. She would have slapped him if she had any energy left in her at all. She was needed to remember to do that when she got her strength back. Sharon wanted to sure that he felt it.
"Ok...ok I won't touch you," his voice was etched with sadness and maybe she heard a touch of guilt. Well that's too bad she thought maybe he should suffer as she had been doing for the last week. He broke through her happy thoughts of him in misery when he continued "but Rusty called me to help. He says you're not listening to him but that doesn't sound like the Sharon I know at all, now does it?"
Was he trying to be funny with her and why was he talking so loud? "Shhh" Carefully she raised her hand to along her forehead to try and block out the lights but also to try and get her thoughts straight. She was angry with this man, she didn't want that charm of his getting to her. So she said through gritted teeth "I don't know why you're here Lieutenant but you can go. I'm fine, I just need a minute." Sharon used his rank to let him know she was serious and that she was still his Captain even if she was sitting on the floor of her bathroom. Why wouldn't he listen to her for once and just leave her alone.
"Well, your son seems to think I'm hard-headed enough to get you to listen to reason. Though we all know you do whatever you want." Obviously he didn't listen to her again cause he was still sitting next to her complaining about what she was doing. "Oh and by the way, Captain" he used her rank back at her, "no, you really are not fine at all." What right did he think he had bossing her around like there were any feelings there. He could go back to his girlfriend for all she cared. But there in lied the problem Sharon really did care about him.
She could hear his voice get louder with frustration as he told her "can't you see what you're doing to yourself? You could have really gotten hurt. What if you had hit you head when you fell or broke more ribs?" She knew he was mad but she could also hear the worry in his voice and it was getting to her, again her heart was winning over her brain. Did he really care about her or was he just angry that he was the one called to deal with a stubborn strong-willed woman? All this confused her and with her worn out when Sharon felt him gently pull her to his side she didn't have it in her to fight him anymore. She was just to tired but she made sure to not let herself get to close to him.
"So, tell me how long have you been feeling this bad?" His voice was low and had concern in it.
She wondered how just this man's voice was all it took to stop her thinking and just want to be with him. Sharon moaned and she couldn't resist the need to feel herself against him so she gave in and accepted his support. It was almost too much for her head and her heart to bear when Andy carefully tighten his arm around her. It just felt nice to be held by such warm, strong arms and not have to be the brave one all the time. So she turned her head into his shoulder, to block out the light and also just to get closer to him. The pain and heartache might have fogged her mind but she knew what she was doing. Sharon might regret it later but for now she was going to enjoy this.
As they sat there in silence he was tenderly threading his fingers through her hair. It was what she needed, some quiet to let her head stop pounding and to let her stomach calm down, his hand was soothing her pain well at least some of her pain. Sharon was so comfortable that she let out a "humm" instead of a moan. It was the first time in a week the pain subsided enough that she could relax for a minute.
Of course he had to break her tranquil moment by asking her with a small laugh "did you really think you could make it into work like this?"
Though the feel of his hand wrapped in her hair sent tingles through her but it was that hint of a laugh that made her defiant again. So she threw back at him with a touch of sass in her voice "and I am still plan on going to work." Even though she knew there was no way that was going to happen. Still she wasn't going to let him be the one to tell she can't.
"Oh, are you? You are such a stubborn women." She could almost picture his eye-roll with the sound of his voice. Then he said tenderly in an extremely low barely there breath to her ear, "beautiful but so stubborn."
They both already knew she was stubborn he didn't need to tell her that but it threw her off when he added that last part in such a low whisper that she wasn't sure he wanted her to hear it. Frustrating her more for messing with her feeling and Sharon was mad because she didn't want to have talk again. It would just echo through out her head and hurt her throat but she said anyways in the best Darth Raydor voice she could muster, "so if you'd kindly take your hands off of me Lieutenant, I would like to finish getting ready."
"Man, she sounds awful" Rusty jumped in before she could try and make the man holding her let go. "Umm, Sharon I'm sorry but I called him to come help. You wouldn't let me call 911 and you wouldn't listen to me. I told you I was going to call someone that could help me." Sharon could hear the worry in her son voice though she didn't open her eyes fearing the light would make the pounding in her head worse. She needed to comfort him and let him know he wasn't the one she was mad at. Managing a weak "thank you, Rusty" was all she could do.
"Rusty, let's get Sharon to take her pain meds." That she agreed with, Sharon had put off taking her morning painkillers. They made her sleepy and loopy and she wanted to be alert when she got to work. After willing taking the pills she heard him say to Rusty, "alright Kid, now I'm going to get her into her room." She moaned lowly when he moved from her and she leaned against the wall again. Instantly she missed the warmth of his body. As she sat there he could tell they were talking about her but she couldn't hear what they were saying, nor did she care all she wanted to do was rest preferably in her bed not her cold bathroom floor. To get there she'd need their help.
Again he was close to her, "Sharon, I'm going to get you into bed" he said with a laugh. There was that charm again and she could imagine that crooked smile of his as he said it. But his laugh hurt her head and it caused her to pull back in pain, she moved too fast causing her to moan again. Still waiting for the painkillers to start helping ease the pain. For the last week she had tried to fight off the dreams of having this man back in her bed and right now that all she wanted but it was to sleep this time.
"Sorry about that and I really sorry about this." He sounded like he felt bad but before she knew what the apology was for he scooped her up into his arms. It was with a tender touch but it still hurt her whole body and instinctively she tried to push away from the pain. After hearing him tell her "women you are tiny but you sure are feisty." She moaned from the pain but stopped fighting to get down when she could tell he was doing everything he could to be careful with her.
Letting him carry her to bed as soon as he set her down she sought the comfort that her side of the bed always brought her. She was trying to get comfortable when she felt him sit down near her. "I'm sure you would have rather had Rusty call that guy you're dating over to help you or call anyone else beside me. Where is the good doctor away ways? Shouldn't your boyfriend be here? I'm sure he can help you feel better then I can." She could hear the intensity in his voice.
Sharon curled up on her side to try and stop the agony her body was in from over doing it this morning. She asked confused and sleepy, "who?"
"Oh, just the guy you meet at the café we use to always go to. You know the one, you kept his card." Things were getting hazing from the pain medicine but how did he know about her meeting Bill in the there and about his business card? She had thrown it away when she left the restaurant. Sharon could hear his anger building as he continued complaining about some guy she barely knew and she certainly wasn't her boyfriend. "Oh and the same moron that was sending you gifts everyday for a week and that same piece of sh.." The pain was easing and now she could focus on his words more. Though the meds were making her sleepy but she was pretty sure he was getting angrier. What did he have to angry about and what in the world was he talking about? "The same idiot that some how ended up as your doctor." Sharon was realizing that he seem to know a lot about Doctor Foster.
Sharon wasn't sure if it was the pain or the medication that helped ease her anger at Andy. That was the first time she actually let herself think his name. What let her do that was through her fog she could hear the hurt and maybe a bit of jealousy in his voice. Why she had no clue of and not wanting to get into now? They really needed to talk but not while she was in this condition. Sharon just wanted to be held maybe one last time by the man that had mended her heart enough to love again but had managed to break it at the same time. So she slowly moved backwards to the heat radiating off his body. Admitting to herself she wanted to mess with him for putting them through all this. She said in a quiet voice "you mean, Bill?" Saying it mostly just to get to him.
Having just enough energy to lift her head and look at him. Sharon had a need to see the reaction in this man's eyes. It had been so long since she had the chance to see his deep dark eyes that she loved and she was happy to see the shock in them. Good that's what she wanted. She didn't know if he was surprised that she was using Dr. Foster first name when she hadn't used his name if over a week or that she was now so close to him. She really didn't care. The awe in his eyes made her smile but Sharon wanted peace and quiet so she could rest. "You're giving me a bigger headache. Will you shut up Lieutenant and just hold me?" He must of been shocked again cause it took him a minute to move. As he slid lower on her bed she lifted her head enough so he could get his arm under her. Sharon tucked herself up against this his side and rested her head on his shoulder. She really missed this feeling.
She was so cold and he felt so warm that she wanted the cuddle up beside him and stay there. Sharon was just tired, tired of the pain tired of being yelled at and most of all tired of pretending she didn't love this man holding her. "I'm not very happy with you Flynn but I don't have the energy to kick you out of my bed right now." Her voice cracked as she spoke not sure if it was from exhaustion or emotion but she got closer to him still by curling her left leg around and under his. Right now nothing was bothering her. The meds had kicked in.
"Well, then I'll wait right here until you do." She felt him gently pull her closer into him if that was at all possible as she was drifting off to sleep she heard him say, "though I have no doubt if you really wanted me out of your bed you could muster just enough strength to do it. I think I'm lucky your gun isn't in reach, Captain." Sharon could hear the humor return to his voice.
Not being able to stop the laugh at that because he couldn't possibly know that she was considering the same thing earlier. Sharon didn't think he knew how close he was to the truth. Wrapped in Andy's arms Sharon fell into a deep sleep for the first time in a week with a smile on her face.
That's how Rusty found them as he was bringing Sharon her tea. He quickly backed out of the room and quietly closed her door. He would let the two must stubborn people he had ever meet sleep. In the living room Rusty took out his phone and texted his impatient, grumpy accomplice...I think the plan worked, Lieutenant.
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