AUTHOR: trista groulx (the dustytiger)
DISCLAIMER: kim, faith, fred, joey, bobby, jimmy, bosco, davis, sully, none of these characters are mine, i'm just borowing them to play with them for a little while, they belong to their creator and the actors and actresses who portray them, i promise i'll be gentle, don't sue
RATING: PG-13 tops currently
CONTENT: kim/faith friendship, fred/faith divorce, kim/bobby r, faith/bosco sex/ust
SPOILERS: 32 bullets and a broken heart (missing scene/continuation)
SUMMARY: Kim and Faith become friends after they share their heartaches that Valintines day.
AUTHORS NOTES: all righty, so now what happens with bos and faith you ask, well read on, then review
Meanwhile Bosco had decided it would be a lot easier to take Faith to his place, mostly because he didn't think she could stomach the ride to her own apartment, and he did not want to have to shampoo the inside of his car.
"Faith how much did you have to drink?" he asked her as he pulled up to his apartment building.
"Dunno, lost count," she replied, laughing.
"Okay then," he muttered, wondering why he had agreed to this. "You stay there, and I'll help you out of the car."
"Why?"
"Cause if you don't you're gonna fall flat on your face, and I'd hate to have see such a pretty face all scratched up."
He ran around to the passenger's side and opened the door for her. She smiled at him, but just sat there.
"You think I'm pretty?" she asked him.
"You know the answer to that question, already," he muttered. He then went to wrap his arm around her to help her up. "This is a lot easier when you work with me."
She laughed a little, and soon they were out of the car. He had his arm wrapped around her waist, helping her to stay up, as they walked into his building, and to his apartment.
"Why can't I go home?" she asked him.
"Cause I don't want you puking in my car."
"Why would I puke?"
"Cause you're rather drunk, and I'm not sure that giggling your stomach around is such a good idea."
She laughed. "Oh, okay then."
They got into the apartment, and he helped her into the bathroom. He helped her to sit down next to the toilet, knowing she'd be sick at least once.
Sure enough not five minutes after she settled on the floor, she started to be sick. He was used to nursing drunks, and the puking didn't bother him anymore.
He gently pulled her hair back, holding it out of the way as she got sick, so she wouldn't be sick in it. He really didn't want to have to help her get a shower. So he made sure that she didn't miss the toilet.
When she was done, he flushed the toilet as she leaned against the wall. He smiled at her, glad she didn't do this often. He wasn't sure he could handle nursing her too often.
"Thank you, Bos," she muttered.
"No problem, I've never had to this for you before, so I'm not going to complain. Once you think you're done tell, me and I'll leave you alone to freshen up. I'll leave you a toothbrush," he told her.
"You have a spare toothbrush?"
He smiled mischievously. "Leftover from the old days."
"How the hell did that work?"
"I'd pick someone up, bring her back here, and I'd be like, come on baby stay for the night. Then she'd be all, I'd love to but, Maurice I don't have a toothbrush. Then I'd tell her, not to worry I had a spare one."
"Just lying around for just these occasions?"
"I didn't tell them that, cause if I told them that, then she'd know that I'm a bit of a player. What I'd tell her was that I had just bought a new one that I hadn't used yet, and that she could borrow that one. Then I'd excuse myself into the bathroom, to get some condoms, or something. I'd hide my regular toothbrush, and pull out this ratty old one, so she wouldn't get wise. Then I'd go back in and tell her the new one was still in the package. She'd use it, if I saw her again, I told her it was her toothbrush, say I bought a new toothbrush, and pull out my not so ratty looking one."
"That was quiet the intricate plan you had there, Bos.."
"So, I do have an extra toothbrush here, cause I had bought one of the last times I had someone over, and have never used it."
She smiled. "That makes sense then."
"So the toothbrush is yours now. I'll keep it here, just in case you're over and need to freshen up."
She shook her head. "You know that I'm drunk, right?"
"Trust me, I know just how drunk you are, Faith, I'd never do anything to you while you were drunk I'm not an ass."
"Thank you. I think my stomach's good now. Would you mind, you know, giving me a few minutes?"
He got up, "no problem I'll be in the living room when you're done."
"Thanks."
He went through his cupboard, and handed her a toothbrush, still in it's packaging. She ripped it open, and brushed her teeth right away. Glad that Bosco had been a womanizer who was over prepared.
Meanwhile Bosco put on a pot of coffee, just in case she liked to have coffee to help sober herself up. He also go some blankets, and pillows, and began setting them up on the couch.
She came out of the bathroom. She surprised him, by wrapping her arms around his waist. He tried getting away, but the more he struggled the harder she squeezed him.
"Faith what are you doing?" he asked her.
"Drinking makes me really horny," she whispered in his ear.
"I'm sorry I can't help you with that."
"What, why not? It's not like we've never been together before."
"I know, and while I dream about being with you again, you're very drunk, and I'm not going to take advantage of you. I care about you too much."
"But this is what I want, you know that."
"I know that you want it, eventually, but I'm not sure if it's you in there, somewhere, talking to me, or if it's the drink, so I'm sorry, but I'm going to sleep on the couch and you're going sleep in my room."
She pouted. "Whatever, but you don't know what you're missing. I really do want this Bosco."
"We'll talk in the morning, and if you still feel this way, then we'll see what happens."
"But tomorrow I have to worry about the kids."
"Kim's got them, she'll keep them as late as you want her to, or just drop them by for Katri to take care of. Either way you don't have to worry about that."
She nodded. "Are you sure you don't want to share the bed?"
"Faith it's not a good idea, I'm not going to take advantage of you while you're drunk. I care about you too much to do that to you."
She pouted again. "Fine, but I'm telling you that I want you, and that I'm horny right now."
"I hear you loud and clear. I'm doing this because I care about you," he tried to assure her. "Let me show where anything you might need in my room is."
She followed him into his bedroom. He went over to his dresser drawer, and pulled out an NYPD t-shirt. He tossed it at her, and was impressed that she actually caught it. Despite her motor skills being all right, he knew was still drunk.
"You can wear this to bed, if you'd like," he told her. "The alarm clock is across the room so that I have to get out of bed to shut it off. I'll just make sure that it's off for you. I've got some books and magazines if you open up the left side table."
"Okay. Was this book thing another one of your tricks?"
"Yeah, I'd say those were my ex girlfriend's books, and magazines, she never came by to pick them up. I'd then say that I had really cared about her, and just can't stand to get rid of the last few things she had left here. Also that way if she did by some chance cal wanting them back I could say goodbye to her properly when she picked them up."
"You're something else you know that?"
He shrugged. "I've changed now though. I just never really got around to cleaning things out. You know how much I hate cleaning."
She smiled at him. "Or maybe you were thinking about going back to your old tricks."
"No," he replied. "It really wasn't."
"Why not?" she began running her hands through his hair.
"Let's talk about this in the morning, all right?" She went to kiss him, but he pushed her away. "Faith, I'm serious, I care about you too much to screw this up because you're being over baring, cause you're drunk. How about you just get some rest, and if you still feel the same in the morning, then we'll talk then?"
She nodded. "Fine."
"I'll go get you a glass, and a pitcher of water, you're gonna need it. I'll also leave some Advil on the side table for you."
"All right," she said.
He left the room to go get her what she would need when she woke up. He knocked on the door before entering, and not hearing her protest, he went in. She was already curled up, asleep in his bed. He placed the items on the side table, then went into the living room to make himself comfortable on his couch.
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The next morning when Faith woke up her head was pounding. For a moment she wondered where she was. She knew she wasn't at home. Then she remembered going out with Kim, and Alex, and Bosco meeting them there later that night.
She looked at the side table, and was happy to see a glass, and a pitcher of water. She was even more happy when she saw the bottle of Advil there too. She took the medicine, then gulped down as much of the water as she could.
She felt a little bit better after a few minutes, and she was very glad that Kim had the kids. She would not be able to deal with them right then. She remembered why it was she never really drank. She always ended up with fierce hangovers.
When she was in college, and at the academy she had tried a few times to keep up with the guys, and she could usually do it. She had actually gone drink for drink with Fred a coupe of times. But she would always regret in the morning.
For some reason she always ended up with the worst hangovers, and she never did find the secret to get getting rid of them quickly, like Fred had.
She wasn't sure if Fred had just pretended that he was fine, or had learned earlier then she had thought that best cure for a hangover was to have another drink, and not get to the sobering up part.
She didn't care at that moment. She had to get to the bathroom. She remembered about the toothbrush that was in there, and was glad she was able to brush her teeth. When she was done in the bathroom, she went into the kitchen. Still in the t-shirt.
"Morning," Bosco said. "I was just about to wake you up for breakfast."
"I'm not sure I can stomach anything write now," she muttered.
"Can I at least try to make you something? Just trust me, if you're brave enough to try, I promise you won't get stick."
"What are you making?"
"Egg sandwich."
"Eggs, I don't know, Bos."
"It's be hard fried, on toast, and with some bacon. I swear it's the best hangover breakfast you'll ever have."
"I'll try it, but if I get sick Bos, I'll shoot you."
He smiled. "There's no way you're hiding a gun on your person right now."
He let his eyes run up and down her t-shirt clad body a few times, making sure that she knew that he was looking very intently.
She shook her head. "Whatever."
"Look, if you get sick I'll hold your hair just like last night."
"You did that?"
"I've had a lot of experience nursing drunk people. You we're so bad, you were only sick a couple times, and once you were done, you were done, none of the I think I'm done, and then puke somewhere else crap."
"I guess that's uh good to know."
"I also learned last night that you're a touchy feely kind of drunk."
She blushed. "Oh?"
"I put you in bed, and told you we'd talk in the morning about that. I'd never take advantage of you while you were drunk," he told her as he made her breakfast. "Besides, if I had tried anything, I'm sure you would have found my off duty revolver, shot me with it, then made it look like a suicide."
She laughed, nervously. "I'm sorry about last night, that's why I don't like to drink very often. Well that, and the hangover thing. And the whole I don't want to be my father or ex-husband."
He smiled at her. "It's fine I don't think I've ever seen you drunk before. I'm used to helping nurse drunks."
"You are."
"My mother owns a bar remember? I help her out there sometimes. I've seen all kinds of people acting all kinds of different ways when they're drunk. I used also nurse my drunk father after a bender, so I really am used to just about anything that can be thrown at me."
"Was I that bad?"
"No, you're just a lot, uh, softer, when you're drunk."
"Softer?"
"Yeah, a lot of people get really rough, and just are a pain the ass cause they just get macho, and pig headed. You know the whole drink and fight thing?"
She laughed. "Yeah."
"But you get so much softer, you loosen up. It's almost like you become, I don't know how to put this without insulting you."
"Try it, I won't get insulted."
"Last night, Faith, you weren't trying to act like nothing's been bothering you. You had your guard down with me. You knew what you wanted, and you just kind of wanted to go for it."
"So why'd you stop me?"
He had continued to make her breakfast as they spoke, and everything was just about done.
He shrugged. "Because I would hate to know something personal about you that you might not even remember telling me about."
"Oh."
"I'm pretty good at reading people when they've been drinking. I didn't want to risk what we have just because I was curious. If I'm right, I think you wanted to show me the softer side of you. But don't get drunk again to show it to me. I want to see that side of you, Faith. I know that you can't hold the weight of the world on the shoulders anymore. You don't have to play Atlas if you don't want to. If you ask me to help you carry part of your burden, I won't look down on you for asking."
She looked up at him, tears in her eyes. "You have no idea how much I needed to hear that."
He put the plate in front of her. "Here you go." He told her, wiping her tears with his thumbs.
"Thank you, Bos, for everything," she whispered.
He smiled at her. "I'm happy to do if for you, Faith. You mean the world to me, and I don't want to do anything that may make me lose you."
She had just swallowed the first bite of her egg sandwich. "This is really good Bos, and it doesn't seem to be upsetting my stomach at all."
"Yeah, it was my mom's old trick, works for most people who are brave enough to try it. I could imagine being grossed out if it was a soft fried egg, which yolk running everywhere. But where's the harm in a hard fried egg?"
She smiled at him, and continued to eat her breakfast in silence. She did somewhat remember her trying to come onto him the night before. She had realized while she was drinking the night before, that she did, in fact, love him.
When she saw him coming in she had got in her mind to tell him, but instead of stopping before she made herself sick she just kept drinking because she was nervous.
Now here he was telling her that he really cared about her, and wanted to see her softer side more often. She finished up her breakfast, glad that her stomach was settled, and that her headache was slowly beginning to dull.
"Feel better?" he asked.
"Much better, thank you," she replied, standing up and hugging him.
He wrapped his arms around her too, just glad that she didn't seem to be upset about the way anything had happened the night before. She just stood in there, wrapped up in his arms, never wanting to leave that safety.
"Uh, Faith," Bosco said, nervously. "I think we're just past the amount of time a friendly hug is supposed to last."
"I don't care," she whispered.
She then buried her face into his chest, closing her eyes. She just needed to feel close to him. It had been so long since she had felt close to anyone, and she missed it. He was surprised when he felt his shirt getting wet from her tears.
"What's wrong?" he asked, running his hand through her hair.
"I just," she started. "Bosco this last year you've been amazing to me. You helped me through everything with Fred, and then started taking my kids once a week just so that they'd have some male bonding time. You've helped me so much when I thought my best friend was dying, and so many other things. And how have I repaid you?"
"Faith," he warned.
"No, hear me out, you've been amazing, you dropped your old philandering ways, and have pretty much become the father my kids don't have. You've been here for me through everything, and all I've been able to tell you was that I was not ready to be with you."
"I wanted to, and still want to do those things for you. I understand that you're not ready for a relationship right now. I do, honestly and I would never push for anything more then you're ready to give me."
She looked up at him, and smiled. She then leaned up, and gently brushed her lips against his, closing her eyes as soon as she made contact. He pulled away, quickly.
"Faith?" he asked, unsure.
"This is what I want, Bos, I know that now. I want you." She ran her hand through his hair. "You are amazing to me, and I don't know why it took me so long to admit how I feel about you. You're already playing such an important role in my life. I want you to know that it's appreciated. I want to be with you. I want to be able to kiss you, and hug you, and do whatever with you. I'm just a little nervous."
He smiled at her. "It might have something to do with my reputation. Would you have believed a year ago, I'd be helping you with the kids, that I could cook, that I'd stop sleeping around?"
She shook her head. "No, but you changed a long enough time ago for me. I should have seen it sooner. I should have known that it was really true, a lot sooner. I should have told you sooner."
He smiled down at her. "Told me what?"
She looked at him straight in the eyes. "Bosco, I love you."
"I love you, too, Faith," he told her before capturing her lips again.
She pulled away a moment later. "Should I start calling you Maurice?" she laughed against his lips.
"No, I want you to call me Bosco. I want you to scream it when you come when we're alone, once you're ready. I love you so much, Faith." He devoured her lips again.
She never thought she'd hear Bosco telling her those words, but she was happy to hear them. She deepened their kiss, it felt so good to feel loved again. It had been far longer a year since she felt like a man loved her.
She knew that Bosco was not just going through the motions. She knew that he had actually changed for her, and she was happy he had, because she made her feel so loved. She never would have believed it, but she trusted Bosco with her heart more then she had ever trusted anyone before in her life. She never wanted to break their kiss.
Although it was not their first kiss, it still meant a lot to both of them. She also knew that it would be far from the last kiss they shared. She thought that after Fred that she could never love again, but she knew now that her love for Bosco was so much strong then anything she had felt for Fred.
Bosco had known for a long time now that he loved his partner. When he first discovered his feelings were so strong he wanted to run away from them. He was Maurice Boscoreilli, after all. He took pride in never falling in love with anyone he was with. Then he made the mistake of falling for his, then married, partner.
He never thought he'd actually get his chance with her, and he was glad that he had. He wished that kiss would never end, but he knew that eventually they would have to get back to the real world.
All too soon they were forced to pull away. He had never been addicted to someone's kisses so quickly. He had never been so turned on by only a kiss before. He knew she could feel it too.
"Is that for me?" she asked him.
"All for you?" he replied.
"How about we do something to fix that?"
"You sure?"
"I've never been more sure of anything in my life."
She leaned up and kissed him lightly, teasingly, before disappearing into the bedroom. This time he was glad to follow her. It had been a long time coming, and she was glad it was finally happening.
Faith had never been so excited about being with anyone in her life. It didn't matter that she had already been with him once, that was not nearly the same. She had never had an experience like this, it all seemed knew to her.
Maybe she had never actually been in love with Fred, or maybe it was just a different kind of love. Everything with Bosco had felt so right from the first moment they had met, at the academy.
She never really understood why she had felt such a bond with him, until that moment. For the first time in her life she knew what it felt like to be with your soul mate. That's what Bosco was, she finally understood everything.
She had been told once that you have to know where you've been to know where you're going. She finally understood that too. She had to accept her past to know that he was her future.
She knew that this time everything would be right, and she was not going to have to let go of his love. She let her train of thought derail and Bosco pulled her onto his bed with him.
tbc...
end notes: ha! finally it only took me twenty plus chapters for them to realise it, but they have... thehe have some cool stuff coming up, so stayed tuned for it, and always pls a review or two keeps going