A/N: Thanks again for the MAJOR support on the last chapter! I think I lost a lot of readers on the road to this chapter, and further chapters, but I don't care, I still have you :D.
This chapter is the result of a boring day at school :D. ENJOY!
Disclaimer: The Mentalist isn't mine.
Teresa ran her hands through Jane's curls.
They were already slightly disheveled because of the wind outside.
After a lot of minutes, Jane pulled away just enough to look at her.
He smiled through all the tears that were now fully streaming down his cheeks. He brushed a hand past her cheeks, wiping away her tears.
He then gently kissed her nose, a faint giggle escaping from Teresa.
He contently sighed.
"In the past eight years of working with you, I only cried once. You do awful things to me right now, Tess," Jane whispered. Teresa smiled.
"Crying is good sometimes. Or else you might save all your anger, and then it's just going to explode and you might end up killing somebody," she said.
Reality hit him like a brick wall as he realized what she was saying – and she didn't know it, of course – and he began crying again.
Teresa cupped his face, but placed it on her shoulder, repeating what she'd done a few moments ago. Only this time, it took them a lot longer to gather themselves again.
Jane was happy, more or less, because instead of being sad on his own, he had Lisbon to cry with now. Being in her arms as all the hate and frustration of the past few years flew over him felt really good.
When he found the power again to at least breathe on his own, he stood up, lifting Teresa up bride-like, her legs in his right arms and her upper body in his left, Teresa's arm tightly around his neck.
He kissed her temple, and whispered, "Do you want to sleep in your own room, or mine?"
"Your bed," she replied.
Jane walked over to his room, placing Teresa on his bed. This time, she let him go, and with the last coherent thought he had that day, he walked into her bedroom and grabbed her nightgown.
When he returned to his room, he saw that Teresa was almost already asleep.
He hated to do it, but he gently shook her arm, causing her to moan, like only a teenager does when they have to stand up, but don't want it.
"Teresa, I'm sorry, but you need to wear your nightgown. Sleeping in your clothes will make sleeping harder," he whispered. Teresa looked at him, and groaned again.
She sat up straight, and moved to pull her shirt over her head. Jane's eyes widened at her sudden movement, and wanted to turn around to give her some privacy, when she shook her head.
"It's okay," she whispered. Jane already regretted ordering her to sleep in her nightgown.
Jane tried to keep his eyes at hers when she pulled her shirt over her head, but failed: he was still a man, for God's sake.
He looked at her breasts. Perfectly in proportion to the rest of her body. A beautiful white lace bra was holding them in place.
Jane swallowed, and eventually did turn around, if only to control himself.
He stood up, and walked into the bathroom linked to his bedroom. He changed into his pajamas, and sat down on the edge of the bathtub, and after a few minutes re-entered the bedroom again. He saw that Teresa was laying under the covers already, again almost asleep.
He moved under the covers, turning to look at her. She opened her eyes, and smiled at him.
"Well, Patrick, this was sure an interesting day," she said, and he nodded.
He cupped her face with his hands, and kissed her, first a tender one on her cheek, one on her forehead, one on her nose, and then one on her lips. Just a small one, not to transcribe any wrong feelings on her.
But she, just like the previous time, moved closer, deepening the kiss. He immediately pulled away.
"Tess...," he whispered, and she pulled away as well, and nodded.
"I get it," she said, and turned around, looking at the wall next to the bed, ignoring him. Jane sighed.
He moved over to her, and swung his arms around her, placing both his hands on her stomach and pulling her closer. He kissed her temple a few times, before she turned around in his arms, immediately placing her face in the crook of his neck.
"Tess, you know I love you, but I... I... It's difficult for me, alright?" he asked after a while, and looked down at Teresa, but saw she was already asleep.
He sighed, and stroked her hair, kissing the top of her head every once in a while. After a lot and long minutes, he fell asleep as well.
"Daddy? Daddy! Come here, I wanna show you something!" Charlotte exclaimed, as Jane walked into the house. He smiled, and put his car keys on the counter, before following the sound of her voice into the playroom.
He was immediately greeted by a smiling Charlotte, dressed in a pink princess-like dress, a tiara on the top of her head, her blonde curls almost covering it so it was almost not seen.
She was playing with her dolls – one was just performing a ballet routine – and she didn't saw him entering her room.
He cleared his throat, and she immediately turned around and looked at him.
"Look!" she exclaimed, pointing at something that was laying on her bed. She jumped up and ran over to it, and he followed her.
"I made a drawing of you and me!" she said, and pointed at it again. Jane looked a bit better at it, and smiled.
It was a drawing of her, in his and Angela's bed, and him and Angela. Charlotte was laying in Jane's arms, and he was kissing the top of her head.
Or at least, that's what he thought it was. He wasn't entirely sure of it, Charlotte's drawing skills were on the level of a... yeah, well, a five-year-old.
He looked at her, and she had that youthful expression in her face that he really loved.
He awoke, Teresa still in his arms, and felt the sad feeling was... gone. He should've been sad about this dream, but really... for once, he had the feeling that Angela and Charlotte were his past, and that it was done. And he was certain of it. He wouldn't get them back by keeping sad his entire life.
Yes, Charlotte still never got the chance to live properly, and he had never had the chance to show Angela and Charlotte how much he loved them.
So his only choice was to show it to the only woman he loved now, who was still alive. Still, after all these years. And was now, all alive, in his arms.
A/N: Well, at least we got that part out of the way :D. Jane's finally moved on, even if it's just a bit :D. I really needed to do that, I don't know, I hate to leave Jane in such a misery :D. A few chapters to go, maybe we then finally get the 'real' Lisbon back :D. I don't know as well, we'll only see what my creative brain and fingers will come up with this time :D.
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