Title; I breathe out (You breathe in)
Pairing; Bo/Lauren
Part 3; Heaven can wait we're only watching the stars
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"Aren't we being daring Thomas today." Bo teases as she watches the blonde sit on the window, her legs swinging in the air, hiting the walls in equal intervals.
She smiles and adjusts her glasses. "I don't know what bible you read, but I'm pretty certain Thomas was a doubter, not daring."
"Whatever." Bo stirs her coffee and hops onto the counter next to the sink, "why are you risking your life sitting there anyway?"
"It's not that far off." She observes looking down. "Besides, I have something for you."
Bo's eyes widen in surprise. "Really?"
"Yep." She reaches back inside and pulls out a batch of papers and leans, stretching them out to Bo.
"What's this?" Bo asks taking them into her hands.
"Job ads. I circled some that I thought you'd be interested in. Well, I circled most of them because I didn't know what you'd be interested in."
Bo looks at the papers in her hands then at the blonde woman and she doesn't know what to say. No one has ever really thought she's better than what she is. Not even her.
"I could help you make the calls if you want. When you're at work and I'm free. Then I'll circle the available ones. Just to narrow things down a bit."
Bo still doesn't know what to say.
"I'm sorry if I crossed a line or something." Her voice sounds the most unsure Bo has ever had it.
She shakes her head as she tries finding her voice. "No no- I just-" she still doesn't know what to say. "Thank you." She whispers in her most sincere voice. Clutching the papers like the gift she feels they are.
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She spends her days making calls, getting rejections and promises of call backs that never get fullfiled.
She waits for three am the way children wait for christmas. It has easily become her favourite part of the day.
"Nothing?"
"Nothing. Unless you want to work as an exotic dancer at Paradise."
The blonde laughs and ducks the balled paper Bo throws at her.
"What's wrong with being an exotic dancer? Besides, it's not like you don't have the body for it."
"Why, did you just compliment me?" She teases.
The blonde nods, not missing a beat. "Yes. Yes I did. You're very beautiful."
For a moment, Bo is stunned. Not only because of the compliment, but because of how honestly it's said.
"Thank you." She smiles. "That means a lot, coming from someone as gorgeous as you."
The blonde stills for a moment, the blushes, then clears her throat to break the moment, "so that's a no to exotic dancing?"
This time, she's not quick enough to duck the balled paper and it lands on her temple.
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It's one dissapointment after another but everyday at three am she gets to just sit by her window and have someone tell her that she's not a faliure and the people who won't hire her don't know what they're missing, while drinking coffee.
And it just makes everything that much easier.
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"How's the research coming?"
"It's coming."
"It's coming?"
"Yes it's-" it finally dawns on her and she glares at Bo who's trying not to laugh. "That was not funny."
"Yes it was." Bo answers, losing the battle to laughter.
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Haloween comes faster than she expected it to and Jerry says everyone has to dress as something zombie like.
"What the fuck, Jer."
"People are obsessed with the supernatural right now, okay? This will be good for business."
She groans and curses him all the way home that night. She's still grumbling when the blonde woman appears.
"What's with you?"
"Jerry is fucking annoying me."
"Jerry is the boss?"
Bo nods.
"The jerky McJerk one."
Bo smiles and nods again.
"Do you want me to sic the mob on him?"
"You're a scientist, not a mobster." Bo laughs.
The woman shrugs. "You never know. Anyway, what's he done this time?"
"He has come up with this stupid as fuck haloween theme that everyone has to work with. Apparently we're supposed to do something Zombie-themed."
"That's awesome."
"Shut up." Bo says with a glare.
The blonde shakes her head excitedly. "I'm serious. I love zombies."
"Zombies are gross."
"You're gross."
"Seriously? A ten year old just called, she wants her comeback back."
The blonde sticks her tongue out at her and Bo shakes her head laughing. "That is really helping your case."
"Whatever. Shut up."
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She still hasn't decided on a costume the day before and Jerry is breathing down her fucking neck so much that she feels like she'll kill him.
Or maybe just kill him.
Or maybe both.
"I have something for you."
"Is it a weapon I can use to kill Jerry with and still manage to avoid jail term?"
The blonde frowns, "no. But," she perks up, "it will help with that situation. Here," she raises a brown paper bag, "catch."
Bo does as she's told, looking inside almost as soon she has it in her hands. She gasps and takes it out.
"Is that-?"
"Yep." The blonde nods excitedly. "I figured I could make the costume and you'd take care of the make up and that's that."
"It looks so authentic," she narrows her eyes, "is this-is this blood?"
"Yes."
Her eyes snap to the blonde in shock. "Seriously?"
"No you idiot." The blonde says around a laugh, "but it looks like it, right?"
"One hundred percent. I can't believe you made this for me."
"It's more like I made it for Jerry. I care about the poor guy, didn't want you to kill him."
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Jerry is hella surprised that Bo managed to come in a costume, an awesome one no less.
"Didn't think you'd manage, Dennis."
"I didn't." She says and doesn't give him any further explanations.
She takes as many pictures of people in funny costumes as she can and takes some of herself making funny faces. She literally, literally runs to the store before it closes and buys so much candy the attendant looks at her weird.
"They're for someone special." She explains.
An hour later finds the blonde looking through Bo's pictures and laughing at the photos while shoving candy into her mouth.
Bo looks at her in wonder. Still in her bloody torn zombie wife dress and zombie make up. It's colder tonight than it's been recently but she doesn't care.
"Are you not going to share the candy?"
"No way." The blonde says with a shake of her head.
Bo pouts.
She rolls her eyes and throws a single M&M at her. "Don't say I never gave you anything."
Bo is certain her ribs are going to hurt from laughing too much.
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