A/N: This is gonna be one of these Author's Notes from which you think: Why did she even put an A/N here?
Oh well, just a warning that this is probably going to be the last chapter, read the second A/N to get the whole thinking behind it :D.
Disclaimer: I don't own The Mentalist, nor do I get money for writing this story.
Jane woke up. A big grin spread on his face as he remembered what'd happened last night.
But when he looked next to him, he found the bed was empty. He shot up, immediately jumping up, and running downstairs, suddenly really panicking.
To his relief Lisbon was standing in the kitchen, making breakfast, dressed in shorts and a simple t-shirt.
He let out a sigh of relief.
She looked up, and smiled when she saw him. He descended the stairs, and flung his arms around her.
She startled.
"What's wrong?" she whispered, worriedly.
He brushed her hair, kissing her ear gently.
"Jane, what happened?" she asked again when she got no reply.
"Nothing, I was just afraid that you left me, that you were regretting what we did," he whispered. She sighed, and pulled away, placing a small kiss on his cheek and returning to the kitchen.
"Don't be stupid, how can I leave you?"
He shrugged.
"Besides, you know too much, I would have to kill you if we'd ever break up," she joked.
And he burst into laughing, the sound warming her heart and almost made her jump him where he stood.
She focused on the eggs she was preparing, and after a few moments she heard that Jane went upstairs again, probably to put on some clothes. She giggled at the fact that she didn't realize he was still naked.
Lisbon put her egg on a plate, and sat down at the table.
She looked around, while eating the poor breakfast.
It was strange to be here, the memories of the past days were still printed in her brain.
But she could really imagine living her now, with Patrick Jane, the one man she truly loved.
It was funny, though.
Three weeks ago she swore for professional distance, relationships between co-workers forever forbidden. Even touching them in the form of a soothing hug, or calling them with their first names was out of the question.
It was all she had. Her job meant everything to her, she really had the feeling she needed it. She had gave up the chance of having a family long ago. No one would make a move on her anyway, they wouldn't dare to if they wanted to live.
Like Jane said the evening before: she used to be a girly girl. Not that she wore pink all the time, but she at least complied to her inner feminine voice, wearing dresses and all.
But she didn't have time for taking forever in putting on her make-up, or in any way spending time on making herself beautiful and pretty with clothes or other things. Her brothers took all her energy, and she didn't complain one minute.
She almost went back to that girly side of herself when she got together with Greg. He ignited feelings in her that she'd never experienced. When he asked her to marry him – if it was a little later, she would definitely have said yes, but she was only eighteen, she was way to young – she knew it was too fast, and broke up with him. And that was when she officially went from 'the sweet and girly Teresa Lisbon' to 'tough Teresa Lisbon, the tomboy that always puts others in front of her, because she doesn't care about herself, only about others'.
If her mother was still there, she could've helped Lisbon with female things, like with 'becoming a woman' or being in love for the first time. But no, it was her mother, of all people, who had to be involved in a car accident, and then die. Lisbon'd always hated the car driver that killed her.
That was why she became a cop; fighting crime was the best thing there was, since people that broke the law needed to be punished for what they did. But she admitted that sometimes she got a little too far in 'fighting crime'.
She suddenly had no appetite anymore, these memories pushing that away.
She stood up, and walked over to the nearest mirror, which was in the hall.
The mirror was as big as her, well, not so big, obviously, only a small 5 foot 4, but she thought it was still funny the mirror was this big.
She examined herself, her eyebrows raised.
Jane was right: Where did that girly girl go? She was probably left at the funeral of her dad.
She startled when Jane jumped up behind her, immediately kissing her neck.
She smiled in the mirror, looking into his eyes.
"A bit insecure, aren't you?" he teased. But she nodded.
"Yeah. I mean, why was I a real girl when I was younger, and why am I now so not feminine?" she asked.
He shrugged, and turned her around.
"Look, I know I asked you last night, but I really don't mind you being not entirely girly. I love you still," he whispered. She smiled.
"Well, thank you," she replied, and tiptoed to kiss him on the lips.
He immediately grabbed her arms, and pushed her against the wall, almost making the mirror fall off the wall.
"You make me go mad with lust," he purred in her ear, and she chuckled.
"I know," she replied, and stroked his curls, tugging on them slightly like she did the night before.
She patted his cheek, and slipped away from his arms.
He turned around, wanted to grab her again and turn her over to face him, but she instead stumbled over and fell on the floor, her ability to react like a ninja still intact so she could push her arms in front of her to break her fall.
He looked down at her, and broke into laughter. She joined him, rubbing her eyes and turning over to her back.
He bowed down next to her, and looked her in the eyes. Then, he lay down beside her, taking her in his arms, her face laying on top of his chest. They were silent for a long moment, Lisbon listening to his heartbeat, and Jane stroking her arms.
"You know, Lisbon, after Angela and Charlotte's deaths I had the feeling I could never love again. I was doomed to be the loner in every story forever. But then I met you, and believe it or not, you made me lose my control day after day. You have no idea how many times I've wanted to touch you, to take you in my arms if you were sad. But I didn't feel like I was your prince on the white horse. I knew how you felt about me, and I guess that made me even more frightened. But I was blind, completely and utterly blind. Of course I belong with you, just as much as you belong with me. And I'll do everything I can to make you feel happy, satisfied, but most of all, to make you stop feeling so damn guilty. Because Teresa, believe me, you have no reason at all to be feeling guilty," he whispered, his speech so full of emotions, so passionate that Lisbon burst into tears when he was done. He cupped her face, and kissed her tears away.
"I love you, Lisbon, and that will never, ever change. And to make these words sound more effective, I need to ask you one thing," he said. She frowned, but he sat up straight, and pulled her with him.
He took her hands in his, brushed them gently and felt them shaking.
"Teresa Lisbon, beautiful Senior Special Agent Teresa Lisbon, do you take me for your lawful wedded husband, to live in the holy estate of matrimony? Will you love, honour, comfort, and cherish me from this day forward, forsaking all others, keeping only unto me for as long as we both shall live?" Jane asked, tears burning in the corners of his eyes.
She looked at him, then at their hands that were now intertwined, and then at him again, and then suddenly flung him around his neck, burying her face in the crook of his neck.
He placed his hands on her back, but felt nervous because she didn't give him an answer yet.
She then pulled away, frantically nodding 'yes'.
She couldn't say anything, but she didn't need to. Her eyes spoke words, and he kissed her, kissed her like he'd never done before, not even like the previous night. He would buy a ring for her this afternoon, but he felt he had to ask it, for now was the best moment and a moment like this would never come by again.
He pulled away, and immediately looked at his left hand. The evil wedding band was still on his ring finger, and he pulled it off as if it was burning. He threw it away, looked after it, and then looked at Teresa, who was all the while looking at him.
He smiled, then kissed her again, pushing her gently down on the floor.
Teresa Lisbon would never feel insecure about herself again, nor would she ever struggle with her past. Her past was her past, it was called the past for a reason. She couldn't change anything about it, wouldn't, to be precise, because if she did, she would probably never have met Patrick Jane.
But most of all had she finally found peace with her past. She at first had hated the drunk driver that killed her mother, hated her father for lamely killing himself because he couldn't cope with the reality anymore, leaving her and her younger brothers behind.
But she silently thanked them all, for scarring and hurting her like hell, so that she became the woman she was now. Because she was proud of herself.
And that would never change. Not even through the eyes of the younger her, through the eyes of a child.
A/N: Wow, okay, so... That was basically this story! I wanted to continue it further, but I have no idea how to do that, so I just ended it here. The same lame ending I give almost all of my stories, but this was more hurt/comfort instead of plain fluff. I actually love what Jane said to Lisbon :D. I know, it's bad right? I like my own story :D.
I'm also busy with my final exams, they take a lot of my time and I don't have an awful lot of time. So maybe I think of something in a few weeks, but for now, this is it, I guess :D.
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