A/N Everyone together on three-One, two three-AWWEEEEE. Right. Told you it was fluffy. This is the end of it, considerably shorter than Long Slow Burn, but hey, I've got NaNo to work on...To all of you who reviewed, Thanks! I really appricate it! and be prepared Nov. 30'th to see something that you've never seen before...shame that's the end of the rareathon, it's done. But the only two to have seen it are my beta and myself so far...but don't expect anything else from me, I have my NaNo to work on, most you'll get is a drabble when Bill Dung is annoying me.
He sat behind his desk head in his hands. He had wanted to drink before, but now it was even worse, now he could feel his body screaming at him to sink into that comfortably numb state. He had just made the worst mistake of his life, he had just kissed her, done something he couldn't back away from.
He could have done something with the bracelet that didn't involve what he had, he could have explained away the bracelet, come up with something good to say. But instead he had decided to sink himself by kissing her, ruining any chance of possibly saving himself. He had done the stupidest thing he could have done.
He looked up for what had to be the umpteenth time looking through the window at her. She was sitting behind her desk, hair pulled up into a messy bun at the back of her neck, a pencil stuck through it. She as working intently on her backlog of paperwork, tapping her fingers along to whatever tune she was listening to, fully engrossed in her work. She looked-he tried to find a word to describe how she looked and couldn't.
He had gone and screwed things over for him for the rest of his life. She was the one he was leaning on, and he just chased her away for good, there was no way that she'd want to help him now, not a lecherous old man who had out of nowhere kissed her. He could still taste her on his lips; still feel the way that her body just seemed to fit against his.
He looked back down at the file in front of him, trying to focus, trying to make sure that everything was in order. He gave up and just signed his name to it. Bug followed procedure, there was no reason to go through and check for any abnormalities. He picked up the next one and flipped through it, ignoring most of it.
He had really done the worst thing possible. He looked up again to meet her eyes. He held the gaze for all of a second before looking back down at the next file on the stack. He didn't know why he had done it, why he had kissed her. It was bad enough that he had come to the realization that he loved her; he didn't need to act on it on top of things.
He got up; he couldn't stand this, looking up at her every other minute. There was a pileup of routine insurance company autopsies to do; he might as well get started on them. It didn't take him long to change into his scrubs before heading over to Autopsy to make at least a small dent in the caseload.
He had almost finished the first body when she walked in, and he tried to avoid looking at her. "Hey." She said quietly and he looked up. She was wearing the bracelet. And it looked stunning on her.
"Hey." He replied, keeping his eye down on the body, not wanting to look up at her as she grabbed another one of the bodies.
"Why do insurance people require autopsies?" She asked and he grinned.
"Because they're insurance people, they're not happy unless they're making everyone else in the world unhappy." She laughed. It felt so right, so natural. He could almost forget what he had done. Almost.
"The only time they'll ever be happy is if everyone on the planet would come down with something that would cause them to pay through the nose for premiums because of a preexisting condition." He laughed.
They lapsed into an easy silence. He was focusing on his case, focusing on just another little old man that died of natural death. He was trying to ignore her, but every time he looked up she was there, and he wanted nothing more than to take her into his arms and kiss her again. "That's interesting." She said after a long time and he looked up.
"What?" He asked, starting to stitch the old man with a bad heart back up.
"That must have been a painful death." He walked over to look down at the body, a young man who had died.
"Ow." Was all he could say, reaching in to look at the damaged tissue at the same time that she did. Their hands met and he couldn't decide whether or not to grab it or pull away. He wound up backing his hand up to look at the damage that had been done from the boy's collarbone breaking and puncturing his heart.
"Garret-" She began, pulling her hand out of the body and reaching for a suture kit. It was pretty obvious why the man had died and that it was an accident.
"Hmm?" He questioned, pulling off his gloves.
"We need to talk." She said after a long pause to stitch the body before walking along with him to his office, sitting on his couch.
"Jorda-" He began. He didn't want to talk about this. "Look it was-"
"It was you didn't give me a chance to say what I thought." She said, resting her head on his shoulder. He was torn between grinning and frowning. She couldn't hate him, but that didn't mean he wasn't getting the "We're best as friends" talk.
"Jordan, look, it was just me, well-" He struggled to find the words to tell her something anything. He had opened his mouth again but didn't get to speak as soft lips met his. He looked at her, surprised, before closing his eyes and enjoying the kiss. It was soft and sweet and languid.
He looked at her as they broke it. "Garret, you mean more than anything to me, I mean that." He pulled her close.
"Jordan, I've already screwed over every other relationship I've had, Maggie, Lily, Rene, I'm the worst at this, I don't want to-" She kissed him again.
"You haven't screwed up every one, and you're not going to screw up this one. I'm not going to let you." This time he was the one to kiss her, all thoughts of wanting to drink himself into a stupor fading away. He had her, and that was the only thing that he needed.