Picture Perfect
Rating: G
Romance (Fluff!)
Pairing: N/S
Disclaimer: One day I shall own them, but until then- please don't sue!!!
Thanks to: sarasidle3, Sweet Jorja, orangebronco, Anti Darth Ani, SistaSouljah, krisnina77, bubblecat and MissyJane. Also thank you sarasidle3 for giving me the idea and support to write another chapter. And thanks Bex for beta-ing.
ANI wasn't going to write another chapter- but since asked, I though 'why not!'. Sorry it took so long to write, but I got there eventually! R&R and enjoy :0)
PS. This is written about a year in to Nick and Sara's relationship.
Picture Perfect 2/3
"That's good. Now very lightly smudge the colours together, make sure your fingers are clean first though. Careful. Good, see you're a natural!" Nick commended.
Sara sat back and looked at her work.
It had taken Nick three months to persuade her to do a picture of her own, and another two months for her to find something she wanted to draw. It had taken a lot of effort on Nick's part, and she loved him for persisting.
The scenery was very different to the one in which Nick had drawn her a year ago. They had driven out to the desert a few nights before on a case, and it was then that Sara had found a small, lonesome flower growing in the sea of sand. She didn't know what it was that had inspired her to take up the pastels and capture it on paper, but it had. The happy couple had driven out to the same spot in the morning of their day off.
Sara was overwhelmed with pride for her picture of the small, purple flower and she was grateful to Nick for sitting by her, helping her to complete the drawing.
"I think it's missing something," he said suddenly.
She was, for an instant, hurt by the comment. As she thought it was a great accomplishment for her first picture.
"What?" She asked defensively.
"Your signature," he whispered.
She laughed and picked up a pencil for the task.
"Where should I sign?"
"Bottom, left hand corner." She did so. "And date it......... there, perfect!"
"Like you!"
"Charmer. Come on," he said while packing up. "There is somewhere we need to be."
"Oh, where?"
"Come on!"
They had driven back to the city, all the way Sara bugging Nick about where they were heading. Now they turned off into a small, down town street. It was lined on either side with garages that Sara presumed were for storage. Nick parked on the curb in front of one with a blue door.
"Why are we here?" Sara asked.
"You'll see."
Nick jumped out of the car, Sara following the action. Curiosity now gripped her and the only thing she concentrated on is what may lie on the other side of that blue door.
Nick handed her a silver key and instinctively she knew where it belonged. Carefully she put the key in the lock of the door and turned it. There was a satisfying 'click' as the door unlocked. She looked back at her boyfriend briefly before opening the door.
The room was gloomy and she felt around for a light switch. Once she found it, the room was illuminated in a dim glow. In front of her were large, grey shelves. They were packed full of boxes and odds and ends. She walked over to the closest and reached out to touch an old, dusted book.
"Not here," Nick hummed lowly. "At the back."
Sara turned round with puzzled eyes, but when she received no answer to her silent question, she complied with Nick's instruction. Silently, she walked to the back off the room. Once the shelves had stopped she reached the back wall and found another door – this time a pale rose colour.
Nick handed her a second silver key, which she open the door with. Another 'click' and she was in.
Through the door lay a smallish room. Nick tapped a switch, which flooded the room with light. The walls were whitewashed and the floor had a clean, wooden finish to it. Unlike the other room, there were no shelves. On the floor there were pictures.
Some were stored in open boxes, while others were rapped lovingly in old newspaper, and some had even been hung on the walls.
"Are these all painted by you?" Sara whispered, as if she feared that she would somehow disturb the picture if she spoke too loud.
"Yes," Nick answered.
She crouched down by the nearest picture and viewed it. She drunk in the image, memorised by it. It showed a woman holding a newly born baby. It was drawn in chalk and used soft, pastel colours. In the bottom, left hand corner was Nick's signer and dated two years old.
"That's one of my sister's, Janie. She was only 26 when I painted that and had just married Henry. That's their first child, Luke. He's now 2 and they have another baby girl, Teresa."
Sara nodded, then crawled to the next picture. It showed Las Vegas at night. It's lights glowing in the picture painted in watercolour. The dark colours and the bright lights all seemed very surreal. She pulled back the canvas to reveal another picture. This time it showed the desert at night, stars in the sky and a silvery moon.
"I had wondered what happened to all your paintings. Why are you only showing me this now?"
He shrugged before replying, "I wanted the first time you saw this to be special."
She presumed he meant by 'special', the first time she had done her own picture.
Sara walked over to a box and looked through the pictures held within. Each one she took her time over examining and admiring. Some of them Nick would explain:
"That one was painted when I was back in Texas, it's of one of my sister's horse ranchers. And that one is of one of my friend's gardens; I just loved the colour of the flowers and had to paint them. And that one is of a butterfly I found once; it had died on my windowsill and it was so beautiful I had to draw it."
She looked through box after box of pictures. Each one had a story behind them and revealed something about Nick.
Eventually she stood up after getting leg cramp. So she admired the pictures on the wall. As she was looking at them she noticed a familiar one.
She walked over to it, and noticed Nick blush slightly. It was the one that he had painted of her a year or so ago.
"I thought you had to hand your picture in to your teacher?"
"Um- I did. Only I couldn't separate from it, so I handed another one in," he was blushing brighter. "You don't mind do you?"
Sara let out a laugh and kissed him on the check.
"No!" She giggled.
"Oh, good," he sighed. "There's one picture left I'd like to show you." He pointed at her feet.
Sara looked down and noticed for the first time another picture. Unlike all the others, this one was drawn on – what looked like – just some random paper that Nick had lying around. It was of a person, someone Sara recognised instantly. She was drawn in black chalk, just the out lines of her features were shown, no shading or colour.
"When did you-"
"A week ago. When you were a sleep. The light was shinning through my curtains and I couldn't resist drawing you as you slept so peacefully. And then I thought I want to be with you every day when I wake up and I want us to share the same bed every night. I want to be with you, Sara, every day of your life. Not missing a thing." He got down on one knee and looked up at her. He pulled out a small, black box from his pocket, tears welling up in her eye when she knew what was about to come. "Sara Sidle, will you marry me?"
She didn't even hesitate when she said yes.
TBC......... One last chapter I think- an epilogue.
Rating: G
Romance (Fluff!)
Pairing: N/S
Disclaimer: One day I shall own them, but until then- please don't sue!!!
Thanks to: sarasidle3, Sweet Jorja, orangebronco, Anti Darth Ani, SistaSouljah, krisnina77, bubblecat and MissyJane. Also thank you sarasidle3 for giving me the idea and support to write another chapter. And thanks Bex for beta-ing.
ANI wasn't going to write another chapter- but since asked, I though 'why not!'. Sorry it took so long to write, but I got there eventually! R&R and enjoy :0)
PS. This is written about a year in to Nick and Sara's relationship.
Picture Perfect 2/3
"That's good. Now very lightly smudge the colours together, make sure your fingers are clean first though. Careful. Good, see you're a natural!" Nick commended.
Sara sat back and looked at her work.
It had taken Nick three months to persuade her to do a picture of her own, and another two months for her to find something she wanted to draw. It had taken a lot of effort on Nick's part, and she loved him for persisting.
The scenery was very different to the one in which Nick had drawn her a year ago. They had driven out to the desert a few nights before on a case, and it was then that Sara had found a small, lonesome flower growing in the sea of sand. She didn't know what it was that had inspired her to take up the pastels and capture it on paper, but it had. The happy couple had driven out to the same spot in the morning of their day off.
Sara was overwhelmed with pride for her picture of the small, purple flower and she was grateful to Nick for sitting by her, helping her to complete the drawing.
"I think it's missing something," he said suddenly.
She was, for an instant, hurt by the comment. As she thought it was a great accomplishment for her first picture.
"What?" She asked defensively.
"Your signature," he whispered.
She laughed and picked up a pencil for the task.
"Where should I sign?"
"Bottom, left hand corner." She did so. "And date it......... there, perfect!"
"Like you!"
"Charmer. Come on," he said while packing up. "There is somewhere we need to be."
"Oh, where?"
"Come on!"
They had driven back to the city, all the way Sara bugging Nick about where they were heading. Now they turned off into a small, down town street. It was lined on either side with garages that Sara presumed were for storage. Nick parked on the curb in front of one with a blue door.
"Why are we here?" Sara asked.
"You'll see."
Nick jumped out of the car, Sara following the action. Curiosity now gripped her and the only thing she concentrated on is what may lie on the other side of that blue door.
Nick handed her a silver key and instinctively she knew where it belonged. Carefully she put the key in the lock of the door and turned it. There was a satisfying 'click' as the door unlocked. She looked back at her boyfriend briefly before opening the door.
The room was gloomy and she felt around for a light switch. Once she found it, the room was illuminated in a dim glow. In front of her were large, grey shelves. They were packed full of boxes and odds and ends. She walked over to the closest and reached out to touch an old, dusted book.
"Not here," Nick hummed lowly. "At the back."
Sara turned round with puzzled eyes, but when she received no answer to her silent question, she complied with Nick's instruction. Silently, she walked to the back off the room. Once the shelves had stopped she reached the back wall and found another door – this time a pale rose colour.
Nick handed her a second silver key, which she open the door with. Another 'click' and she was in.
Through the door lay a smallish room. Nick tapped a switch, which flooded the room with light. The walls were whitewashed and the floor had a clean, wooden finish to it. Unlike the other room, there were no shelves. On the floor there were pictures.
Some were stored in open boxes, while others were rapped lovingly in old newspaper, and some had even been hung on the walls.
"Are these all painted by you?" Sara whispered, as if she feared that she would somehow disturb the picture if she spoke too loud.
"Yes," Nick answered.
She crouched down by the nearest picture and viewed it. She drunk in the image, memorised by it. It showed a woman holding a newly born baby. It was drawn in chalk and used soft, pastel colours. In the bottom, left hand corner was Nick's signer and dated two years old.
"That's one of my sister's, Janie. She was only 26 when I painted that and had just married Henry. That's their first child, Luke. He's now 2 and they have another baby girl, Teresa."
Sara nodded, then crawled to the next picture. It showed Las Vegas at night. It's lights glowing in the picture painted in watercolour. The dark colours and the bright lights all seemed very surreal. She pulled back the canvas to reveal another picture. This time it showed the desert at night, stars in the sky and a silvery moon.
"I had wondered what happened to all your paintings. Why are you only showing me this now?"
He shrugged before replying, "I wanted the first time you saw this to be special."
She presumed he meant by 'special', the first time she had done her own picture.
Sara walked over to a box and looked through the pictures held within. Each one she took her time over examining and admiring. Some of them Nick would explain:
"That one was painted when I was back in Texas, it's of one of my sister's horse ranchers. And that one is of one of my friend's gardens; I just loved the colour of the flowers and had to paint them. And that one is of a butterfly I found once; it had died on my windowsill and it was so beautiful I had to draw it."
She looked through box after box of pictures. Each one had a story behind them and revealed something about Nick.
Eventually she stood up after getting leg cramp. So she admired the pictures on the wall. As she was looking at them she noticed a familiar one.
She walked over to it, and noticed Nick blush slightly. It was the one that he had painted of her a year or so ago.
"I thought you had to hand your picture in to your teacher?"
"Um- I did. Only I couldn't separate from it, so I handed another one in," he was blushing brighter. "You don't mind do you?"
Sara let out a laugh and kissed him on the check.
"No!" She giggled.
"Oh, good," he sighed. "There's one picture left I'd like to show you." He pointed at her feet.
Sara looked down and noticed for the first time another picture. Unlike all the others, this one was drawn on – what looked like – just some random paper that Nick had lying around. It was of a person, someone Sara recognised instantly. She was drawn in black chalk, just the out lines of her features were shown, no shading or colour.
"When did you-"
"A week ago. When you were a sleep. The light was shinning through my curtains and I couldn't resist drawing you as you slept so peacefully. And then I thought I want to be with you every day when I wake up and I want us to share the same bed every night. I want to be with you, Sara, every day of your life. Not missing a thing." He got down on one knee and looked up at her. He pulled out a small, black box from his pocket, tears welling up in her eye when she knew what was about to come. "Sara Sidle, will you marry me?"
She didn't even hesitate when she said yes.
TBC......... One last chapter I think- an epilogue.