Disclaimer: Hmm, do I own The Mentalist? No.
This chapter is unedited, you are warned...but I personally don't think my grammar is that bad...
Four-What Must be Done
As the minutes passed, they remained standing motionless in the dark, their breathing beginning to turn slow and steady. In other words, back to normal. His eyes remained on her form, watching the nervous rise and fall of her chest as she continued to regulate her breathing.
"You okay?" he spoke softly, causing her eyes to flash up towards his.
She nodded, her hair bouncing along with her head, "What the hell was that?" there was a slight waver to her tone as her nervous eyes danced around the room, "What the hell just happened?" she brushed her hands on the sides of her jeans, almost vainly attempting to hide her shock.
He was about to open his mouth to speak, but he could not act quickly enough. Soon the glass door slid open, causing both inhabitants to turn their heads. Lisbon parted her lips, eyes searching in the newfound darkness for the source. Once the door was open wide enough, the petite figure he had known would come back stepped inside. She walked away from the door, shutting the door in the process as her fingers curled about an inch from its handle. Her hand delicately ghosted over the surface. She looked up, her cerulean blue eyes flashed upwards between the two people before her.
"I leave for about five minutes to go buy a sandwich, and yet all hell breaks loose," she murmured only loud enough for the two other inhabitants to hear, "The council will love this," she paused, taking a step closer to them both, "I can already see myself getting a good amount of lashings for allowing this to happen…"
Lisbon shook her head, still in shock, "I don't understand…" she could not continue when Mira held her hand up, silencing the brunette.
"You just knocked out an entire power grid, meaning I am currently in hot water," her eyes flickered to Jane, the once-injured man now leaning against his bed, "All because you refused to keep your mouth shut! Do you ever realize that every time you slip up the council holds me responsible?" she placed one hand on her hip, allowing her eyes to search Jane's, "Do you even know what they do to me depending on the severity of your 'slip ups'?"
No. He did not.
"Do you know how much pain they put me in?" she threw her hand down from her hip, "They can do anything they want to me, because I can't die!" Lisbon's eyes looked over at the smaller woman, eyes open wide in shock. The agent looked as if she were going to lose it, if she had the sudden urge to run from the room, not once looking back as she would stumble down the stairs and out of the hospital.
That agent was already backing herself up towards the wall, one hand timidly reaching out behind her to prevent her from impacting the wall unsuspectingly. Her breathing was slowly becoming heavier, terror filled her eyes at the thought of giving up all reasoning she had learned as a child-her reasoning of course was, everything was all a fantasy, none of it existed. That lifetime knowledge that she has been living by all these years is slowly being proven untrue, the idea that she had been lied to her entire life…
It hurt.
Once she had hit the wall, she felt cornered. She felt that the entire world would soon start to corner around her, it felt like something out of either one of the storybooks she had read as a small child or a very realistic nightmare of which she could not seem to shake off. She shut her eyes, gulping loudly and tilted her head upwards. She almost looked as if she were silently pleading to anyone who could possibly help her.
"Lisbon," his soft voice danced around her senses, almost as if he were pleading for her to open her eyes, "Please…" it was a soft plea, very delicate sounding, "Open your eyes."
She brought her head back down, gulping once more before her eyes began to move. She blinked softly, eyes readjusting to the darkness still surrounding her. She saw Jane, now standing closer to her. He almost appeared to be reaching out towards her. Mira stood a few feet away from her, possibly a bit closer, but not by much. She could sense that…this woman did not approve of her presence.
"I don't believe it…" her voice remained soft, hesitant sounding, "I just can't, I'm sorry," she attempted to move past them, already past Jane when her fingers reached out to touch the handle of the door.
"Your mother."
All she needed was two simple words to halt her.
Slowly she turned, gazing in the direction of the Halfling, "What did you just say?" her eyes fixating on her.
Mira stepped closer, standing firmly before Lisbon, "Your mother was the most powerful witch of her time," there was a slight pause as Mira shifted her footing, "She made history by just being born," the brunette agent was confused, what did this mean?
"My mother was famous?"
The Halfling nodded, "She still is, even after her death. She is known for saving her daughter and giving her all the power she had possessed, " she stood firmly before Lisbon, now only about a foot away from the slightly…taller woman, "You."
"How could someone with so much power conceal it for thirty-five years?" it was Jane's turn to question the more knowledgeable woman, "I do not see this as possible."
Mira shrugged her shoulders, "I do not know, but apparently it happened," her gaze drifted back towards Lisbon, "Have you had any 'odd' occurrences in your life? Unexplainable things?"
Lisbon shook her head almost frantically, "N-no, everything has been 'normal' until today," she looked down at her hands, turned them over. She was having a trouble grasping onto this, perfectly reasonable given the circumstances of her discovery, "I must be dreaming," she glanced around the room, eyes frantically looking at everyone, "This is all a dream, and I will wake up, yes?" she was trying to keep her voice as calm as possible, attempting to prevent herself from becoming hysterical.
The Halfling shook her head, hair falling into her face, "No, Teresa, this is no dream," she reached backwards, her delicate hand brushing her hair behind her ear. It was pointed, traditionally Elven, "This is real."
Lisbon's eyes were on the woman before her, never once leaving her ears. Her mouth twitched, obviously trying to form a sentence, or even one measly word. She held her hand up, almost as if she were going to challenge the new evidence brought forth to her. Her eyebrow twitched as sweat soon began to build up along her hairline, automatically causing her to hitch in her breath.
She turned around, looking at Jane with wide, open eyes, "This can't be real, can it?" her voice now sounded hysterical, becoming more high-pitched as things slowly soon began to imprint themselves into the agent's brain, "This type of stuff doesn't exist."
Jane shut his eyes, nodding softly in confirmation. She paused, her hand moved down to her side before sliding up towards her hip. She stepped back, nearly tripping over her own feet as she brought her other hand up to her forehead, brushing the sweat-slickened bangs from her face.
"You should sit down," Jane moved forward, clutching onto her arm to motion her over to the chair, "Think things over," she moved only an inch before throwing a glance over her shoulder over at Mira. Her lips parted, eyes continuing to dance around the movement outside the room and to the Halfling. Everything became duller, everything soon began to feel as if it were closing in on her.
She blinked, breathing becoming ragged quickly. Instinctively, she leaned into Jane, clutching onto his papery hospital gown. He slipped an arm around her waist, just as he felt her knees buckle underneath her, falling into his body firmly. Mira dashed forward, grabbing onto Lisbon's arm in hopes to pull her up. With little success, they were able to place her into the chair carefully without damaging anything.
Mira leaned forward, fingers delicately peeling back one of Lisbon's eyelids, "She looks fine," she continued to examine her carefully, "She must be taking in quite a bit."
Jane watched the Halfling step back as he crossed his arms over his chest, "Did she really knock out an entire power grid?"
"Yes."
A small smile crept onto the man's face, "Interesting."
Mira slapped the side of his arm, "No, not 'interesting'. We have to go to the Celestial Realm," the colouring in Jane's face left almost immediately at the name of the realm, "Or else the Council will just come here and reprimand me," she paused, taking a step back and crossing her arms over her chest, "And we all know what they do to reprimand me."
He tossed his head slightly back, breathing in then out slowly, "Do we really have to go?" he whined, "They don't really care for me."
"Yes, it must be done."
His eyes flickered towards the unconscious agent, "What are we going to do about her?" he paused for a few moments, "Leave her or take her with us?"
"We are taking her to the Celestial Realm, she must know who she really is, she could help end the war that John le Rouge started."
He sighed, looking down at the tiled floor beneath his feet. Partially because of him, John le Rouge, or better known as 'Red John' began to attack several families within the Celestial Realm. This act brought on a war that has lasted for centuries, destroying many villages and innocent people. Red John had pulled together an army, vicious enough to decimate millions of people with no mercy.
This was the same man who killed his wife and child only a few years ago. Sure he was immortal, but he still fell in love with the love of his life, Claire. He did not know that Red John would be as bold as he was, going after his family. This mistake cost him so much.
But something else also troubled him. He cocked his head to the side, shifting his footing against the cool flooring and gazed towards Mira, then back down towards Lisbon. How did Mira know so much, but made the excuse that she had not known who Lisbon was just a mere thirty or so minutes ago?
Why had she lied?
"We should get going," the Halfling woman reached over behind him, picking up his Sudoku book that Lisbon had previously brought him before turning back towards the door, "Come on, pick her up and let's go, I know you can," then she slid the door open and moved out the door, not bothering to close it behind her.
He gazed back down at Lisbon; her small petite form was folded together inside the chair. She looked as if she had fallen asleep in the position, instead of actually being dropped downwards to prevent her from needing to be held up. He reached down, brushing the bangs from her face before murmuring a small apology. He hooked one arm underneath her knees, pulling upwards before wrapping an arm around her back. Easily, he was able to lift her up, keeping her pressed close to his chest. Looking down only once, he found himself smiling softly as he started towards the exit, not noticing the wide-open hospital gown openly displaying his backside.
What could he say? He was used to it already.
I had to add that last line…I like humour thrown in.
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