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We actually move a bit more forward in this one...and some magic (I had a bit of fun writing it, I admit it!)(:
Three-Not a Telltale Sign
Mira's hand curled around the curtain and tugged it closer to her body. The sound from the fabric curtain moving let out a deafening screech, making both inhabitants of the room wince. Her more so due to the close proximity. She removed her hand quickly from the curtain, leaving a fresh wrinkle in its previous space. Mira paused, turning slowly on her heel as she stopped before Jane, narrowing her eyes. She crossed her arms over her chest as she began to nervously tap her sneaker-clad feet on the tile floor.
"What do you mean by 'She's more powerful than I am'?" He put quotations with his fingers for extra emphasis of what the woman before him had said only a few hours earlier. The very same woman who currently could not keep eye contact with him at this very moment in time as she decided it would be better time management to fiddle with the loose hem on her shirt, "Mira!"
She jerked her eyes upwards, finally making contact with his. Her head turned to the side, hair falling into her face as she slowly chewed on her bottom lip, "Um," he drummed his fingers along his arms as he waited for her to answer him, "Agent Lisbon comes from a very powerful line…of…" the woman did not wish to say it, "Witches."
"So, you are telling me that Lisbon is," he paused, pulling his arms from the crossed positions, "A witch," the tension in the room elevated as Mira shrunk backwards, her eyes attempting to stay away from his, "When were you going to tell me this?"
The woman shrugged her shoulders, "I am sorry, Patrick, but this is the first time I have ever met her in the flesh," her shoulder bunched upwards, her elbows bent, her palms open. A small telltale sign of her nervousness, "I could not just deduce who or what she truly was by you telling me that she took an Aspirin for a headache and drinks excessive amounts of coffee in the morning."
He scoffed and tossed his head to the side, eyes rolling upwards, "Oh come on," his eyes rolled back towards her direction, "Every time I asked you if you would wish to meet her, you would shake your head and walk back into your bedroom, locking the door on my face," his arms snaked over his chest once more, fingers squeezing his biceps, "You suspected something."
Something flared within her as she stepped forward, bracing both arms on the bed, letting them sink downwards, "How about 'I just do not like to meet new people that I know will die in another fifty years'," it was a harsh tone laced with bitterness as her eyes turned venomous. Yes, it was true, over the years she had met many different types of people, various ages, all who had died not long after they had left.
She pushed herself away from him, spinning gracefully, hands going up towards the air, "Or I hate relocating every couple of years," she stopped, her arm childishly lacing together as she began to tap her foot, "Or whenever you do something that causes the council to order me to have us leave," one arm fell to her side in resignation, the other resting on her hip. She sighed, moving the hand from her side up to her rub her temples in a soft, soothing motion.
Then she sniffled. A deep shudder moved through her body as she breathed deeply. Her shoulders spasmed, she changed her footing positions. Mira soon leaned against the not so comfortable hospital chair, hip keeping her in place. He watched her back move, up and down as she breathed heavily.
"Mira…"
"And do you even know what it was like for me when my brother died," she turned, eyes red and puffy, tears threatening to fall from her blue eyes, "When my mother passed?"
He had only been around when her mother died, not her younger brother, Cedric. When the Halfling woman had discovered the death of her mother in the year 1707, she completely lost it. She almost lost control over everything in her life at the point. Having left him completely…well almost. One person stuck with him, mainly because they had no choice what so ever. But Mira, she had left and was gone for a little over two hundred years.
Her only reason for returning was by the orders of the council.
He sighed, head turning to the side. Suddenly a wave of guilt had washed over him. If he had not recruited her all those years ago…she would have been mortal and probably died about one to two hundred years ago. But was that what she really wanted? Death? It did not make sense, usually people desired for even the possibility to live a long life.
She turned away from him once more, getting a perfect angle so he would not be able to see her face, "I'm sorry," he was extremely shocked to hear those words from her. Never in his life has she ever said she was sorry-in exception when Emily and Claire had passed. The woman had placed a hand on his shoulder, gave him a gentle squeeze, and muttered those words only to leave afterwards, leaving him to grieve on his own.
"I should not have said that," slowly she turned around to face him once more, "Please do not hold that against me," her eyes squeezed shut as she reached up to brush the fresh moisture crystallizing on her eyelashes, "I was out of line…"
He nodded at her, pushing the blankets off his legs. He grunted as he braced the plastic rails attached to the bed as he swung over, feet making a slapping sound as they hit the floor. Once standing, his feet decided to go one way, his knees the other. Mira moved quickly, effectively grabbing on to his biceps in effort to steady him.
"Well, legs must not be used to walking these days," he smiled, earning a slight smirk to form on her lips, "Could I possibly have some help to the restroom?"
She shook her head, "You do not have to use the restroom," he turned his head to the side, mouth turning downwards then upwards again, "I know I'm right," her smirk grew larger, "Come on, I will get your wheelchair," he groaned, "And we will take a stroll down the hospital corridors as we have a little chat."
He stopped her, shaking out of her grasp and ignoring her protests, "I have on question, how on earth is Lisbon a witch?" soon Mira's body grew stiff, she moved away from him, head turning as she began to turn white. He raised an eyebrow, "What?" then he realized why she had so quickly changed colours.
The door slid open, feet stepping into the room, "Jane?" there was a slight pause, "Are you in here?" to him it was extremely ironic how she arrived at the very moment they had been talking about her.
"Yes," his voice remained firm, as Mira shied away into the nearby chair, "It's okay to come in now," he saw the curtain shake as a hand pushed it to the side. Lisbon stood on the other side, carrying a small book in one hand and a pencil in the other.
She stepped in, eyes landing on Mira, who gave the petite woman a soft smile and a shy wave, "Hello," she stated pleasantly before making her eyes turn over towards Jane, "How are you feeling?" the tension in the room grew as Mira fidgeted slightly, legs changing their positions.
"Hello," the Halfling replied smoothly.
"Good, thank you for asking," Lisbon continued to exchange glances between the two other inhabitants of the room, "Did you bring me a book full of Sudoku puzzles?" he wanted to desperately change the subject, to relieve some of the tension currently present in the room.
She nodded, shifting the objects in her hands, "Uh, yeah, I thought you would like something to help pass the time," she walked over towards him, handing him first the book, then the pencil, "I picked it up during my lunch break," she smiled uneasily, glancing over her shoulder at Mira.
"That's very sweet Lisbon, thank you," she smiled, toying with her fingers.
"I guess I should go," she had already turned and had spoken over her shoulder. Lisbon was already two steps from the door when a voice spoke up.
"Agent Lisbon," she stopped, hand already reaching out for the hard plastic door handle, "You should stay, I was about to grab a bite to eat myself," Mira smiled uneasily, shifting her hands inside her blue jean pockets, "It's been a while," reaching up with one hand to brush across the fabric of her shirt, "And now I'm simply famished," she took only a few long strides before brushing past the small woman and out the door, glancing over her shoulder at Jane for only a few split seconds.
Another few seconds passed as Jane and Lisbon both remained unmoving. That is, until Jane spoke up, "So," there was a slight pause, "How's the case today?" her eyes flashed up to meet his…the tension was still ever present in her demeanor.
"Fine," she had attempted to sound confident in her words, nearly succeeding, "Cho and Rigsby are out chasing leads, of course the two stopped to grab something to eat on the road."
"So…the usual?" she nodded, hands moving into her pockets nervously, "Must be boring then, without me?" he tried to offer her a small smile, one that would normally cause her to smile back and wrinkle her nose in that adorable way…but surprisingly she did not return it. Odd.
"Actually, more relaxing," she stepped closer to him, feeling a bit more like her old self, "Less complaints…"
"Oh, so you don't miss me," he reached forward, pointing a finger accusingly in her direction. She shook her head, a small smile gracing over her features, "Oh Lisbon, I'm hurt by this, C'mon," he mocked, pressing his hand over his chest, then cringing at the pain it caused.
He had stepped back because of the unexpected pain. The one thing that caused him to regret many of his actions, were because they usually came with a tad bit of a painful price. In this case, he was all right with the pain, mostly because he saved Lisbon's life.
"I don't think I ever got the chance to thank you," sorrow filled her eyes as her eyebrows raised, "If you had not knocked me on the ground, then I'd have been dead."
"No problem," really, it would not affect him for much longer. Still he was affected by pain despite his immortality, but it also helped him become a quick healer, "I'll be okay."
She nodded, obviously still worried about him, "It's a miracle Jane that you're alive, I want you to remember that."
"I will."
"I mean it," she stepped closer to him, "I don't know what I would have done if something would have happened to you…" she shook her head, her hair falling into her face. He could easily tell that she had put thought into this…a lot of thought and no longer wished to put any more of her time into it.
"I'm okay," should he tell her his secret? After all he would not break any laws set down by the council…technically she had to abide by all the rules as well, "I always will be."
She shook her head again, "No, one day you won't be, Jane," tears were finally appearing in his eyes, he hated that…seeing her cry, especially over him, "One day you will not be so lucky—I just wish you would be more careful."
Lisbon looked down, almost as if she was ashamed by her reaction. Truthfully, he doesn't blame her for acting like this, she had emotions and feelings and that was one thing he loved about her. Sure she was afraid to display them, but whenever she did show one of the most guarded parts of her life, it would always make him feel special—that she would choose him of all people.
That was when he did it. When she had reached up to keep a tear from falling down her cheek, he wrapped a hand around her wrist to steadily bring to his chest. The movement allowed the tear to fall in a perfect pathway down her cheek, leaving a glistening wet trail.
"Jane, wha-," he splayed her fingers out and pressed her hand into his chest. She raised an eyebrow, "Jane—your wound," she breathed deeply and shut her eyes. It must have been from the very thought of her hand resting on an injury he had received from protecting her.
Soon he felt puzzled when a slight tingling sensation filled his entire body. Raising an eyebrow, he looked down, the same exact time when she curled her fingers into his chest, covered by the itchy gown. The sensation gradually grew more and more known, but it was not the least bit painful. It felt…nice. Wonderful. Making him feel instantly at peace.
Then suddenly…it felt strange.
His flesh felt like it had begun to vibrate, making his head slowly feel heavy. He blinked, his lids becoming heavy. His hand left her wrist, falling to his side. Jane's head fell backwards as a pleasurable sensation shot out from his chest, hitting his spine. It moved up and down, making his body quiver, his fingers twitch against his thighs.
"Lis-Teresa!" he gasped, moving a shaking hand to grasp her shoulder. Her green eyes opened quickly, blinking quickly in an odd haze, her hand pulling away from him as she stepped back. His breathing became heavy once more, his other hand reaching up to clutch his chest.
"God, I'm so sorry," he felt her move around the bed, reaching for the pale pink pitcher and Styrofoam cup. She poured a large amount of water into the cup, feeling the coldness through the foam, "Sorry," she muttered once more, placing the cup into his still quivering hands.
He shook his head, "No…it didn't hurt," she raised her eyebrows, pulling herself away from him once more as he shifted the cup into one hand. Jane kept his gaze trained on her as he reached upwards, pulling the gown down slightly over his chest.
"Jane…" then her words stopped-her eyes became wide.
There was nothing there.
"Holy crap."
If a coin had fallen to the floor, the sound would have resonated around the room. It would spin around their heads, rattling around in an annoyingly incessant matter. His heart came to a stop as he parted his lips, eyes moving back to Lisbon.
"You really are a," he stopped himself, refraining from saying what was needed to be said. Even he had not come to terms about what she really was, he knew if she were to find out it would put her in shock-she had lived her entire life thinking that magic was only a fantasy.
"A what, Jane?" she moved closer, still-wet eyes open wide.
He gulped, wanting to look at anything but her face. She moved closer to him again, stopping only a few inches from him. He had to look down at her, watch her every move, to study her. Her had breathing becoming heavier, her irises dancing around in her eyes, attempting to stay on his, and the near constant shifting of her feet. Her heart beats becoming faster, pounding against her chest in a mind-numbing rhythm.
He let out a deep breath, taking her hand in his, strategically placing two fingers on her pulse point, "A witch."
Her eyes widened, followed by a loud cracking sound. The lights blinked before a loud sound echoed throughout the hospital, effectively knocking the power out, leaving them in the dark and a whole lot of other people stopping.
Then there was another sound as the back up generators started up, humming powerfully in attempt to keep inhabitants alive.
He shut his eyes, cringing slightly as he reopened his eyes and looked down at her…still unmoving from her place, despite the shaky hands.
Great.
:) I just could not resist doing a *little magic in this one. Next up we learn more about what's going on and we meet a couple new characters-that is if everything decides to go with my little plan for this story...