Stay
A Jane & Lisbon Story
By Brown Eyes Parker
Summary:
Jane and Lisbon's budding romance is threatened with the return of billionaire Walter Mashburn. Who will Lisbon choose? The man who can give her empty glamour? Or the one who's been there all along? Inspired by "Stay" by SafetySuit.
Dedicated to:
watchyouwalk (Autumn), because we were IMing one night, and she helped me come up with the idea of Jane and Lisbon's romance being threatened by Mashburn's return. Thanks for being my muse Autumn.
To Jisbon4ever (Laura), just because she's totally awesome, and one of my best friends on (Love Patricia)
Love,
Holly
Disclaimer:
I don't own anything. If I did, I wouldn't even be writing this story right now.
Author's Note:
Feeling just a little better. Mustered all the energy I could just to post this chapter for you. Thanks to the girls who reviewed my last chapter. I did a little tweaking to this chapter, just 'cause I love Lisbon.
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Chapter 5
What have I done?
I wish I could run away from this ship going under
Just trying to help, hurt everyone else
Now I feel like the weight of the world is on my shoulders
What can you do when your good isn't good enough and all that you touch tumbles down
'Cause my best intentions keep making a mess of things
I just want to fix it somehow
But how many times will it take. . . how many times will it take for me to get it right
Can I start again with my faith shaken?
'Cause I can't go back and undo this
I just have to stay and face my mistakes
But if I get stronger and wiser
I'll get through this
So, I'll throw my fists
Throw a punch in the air
And accept the truth that sometimes life isn't fair
Yeah, I'll send out a wish
Yeah, I'll send up a flair and finally someone will see how much I care
Lea Michele, Get it Right_
"Jane!" Lisbon shouted, running out after him after he had left. "Patrick!"
He turned to look at her. "Teresa. . ."
"Come back," she said, taking his hand. "Please come back with me."
Jane looked back at the club, with the music pulsing and the dim lights. He looked back at Lisbon. "Not tonight. I'm tired."
"Let me come with you then."
"What about Walt?"
Lisbon looked at a loss for words.
"Go back to Walter, it's what you want."
"How do you know what I want?" Lisbon asked.
Jane just smiled sadly and got into his car. "Goodnight Lisbon."
"Patrick. . . don't leave like this—"
But he was already gone. Lisbon's shoulders slumped dejectedly. All she really wanted was Jane to stay, and to tell her that he loved her. All she really wanted him to do was kiss her and make her feel things she knew that Walter Mashburn would never be able to make her feel.
A tear slid down her cheek and then another one. She wiped them away impatiently, but they came back in dozens. She pulled her phone out of her bag, texted Mashburn her goodbye, and then called a taxi to come and take her home.
Once there, she showered and went straight to bed. Her tears quietly lulling her to sleep.
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"Do you want to come in?" Lisbon asked Mashburn the next afternoon. "I could order us a pizza and we could watch North by Northwest."
"Thanks, but I'm not a big Carey Grant fan," Mashburn answered. "I mean, I practically am Carey Grant."
"Yeah. . ." Lisbon replied wistfully. "Well, thanks for the nice day."
"Anytime," Mashburn said, leaning in and bestowing a small kiss on her cheek. "Have a good night."
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When Lisbon came into her apartment, the whole entire living room and kitchen were covered with vases and vases of flowers. She tripped over a vase in the middle of her hallway. She shook her head and bent down to pick it up. "Jane. . ." she called out impatiently.
"I'm here!" Jane said, coming out of the kitchen. "And I have your favorite dinner. . . pizza. I made it from scratch though. I knew that you would be craving pizza and an old movie tonight."
"Patrick. . ."
"Listen, I don't know what your going to chose to do when everything is said and done. It scares me, because I am used to knowing everything. But I do know one thing. . . and that is whatever your decision is, I want you in my life." Jane paused. "And I want to apologize for last night. I'm sorry that I left you—"
"I guess I deserved it," Lisbon said. "Jane. . . would you really be content if we were just friends?"
"I hate that term, but yes. Even if it's just as friends. I really need you Teresa. I need you more than I've ever needed anything or anybody before."
Lisbon ran her fingers through her hair. She dabbed at her eyes, surprised at the flow of her tears. "Jane—"
"I made you cry," Jane said. "I didn't want you to cry."
"No. . . it's fine." Lisbon looked around for the box of Kleenex she usually kept out.
When she couldn't find one, Jane came to her and placed his hand on her shoulder so he could gently wipe at her eyes with his handkerchief. "Don't cry, don't cry. . . " he soothed.
"Why are you being like this?" She asked. "Especially when I've questioned everything. . . taken a step back from our relationship, and left you wondering what could happen between us?"
Because I love you. . . Jane thought, but still couldn't quite tell her aloud. He was afraid of rejection. Walter Mashburn had everything, he had nothing. Nothing at all. . . even the love he could give Lisbon was leftover from a former life.
"I have to go," he said.
"Okay," Lisbon sniffed, figuring it was the least she could do. . . let him go without any further explanation. "Goodnight Patrick."
"Goodnight Teresa," Jane whispered, not even bothering to look at her.
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"So, you're just going to let her go then?" Rigsby asked.
"As far as I know, she's not going anywhere," Jane answered.
"You're just going to let Mashburn win?"
"What if that's what she wants?" Jane asked. "What if she wants Mashburn to win?"
"She hasn't chosen anybody yet though! You still have time!" Van Pelt burst out desperately. "Don't give up Jane! Make it obvious that you're the only choice for her."
"I'm tired of waiting," Jane said.
"Waiting for what?" Rigsby asked. "For her to make the first move?"
"No. . . I would never let any lady make the first move. I'm tired of waiting for the perfect moment to tell her that I love her."
"You still haven't told her that you love her?" Rigsby asked incredulously, his mouth dropping open.
"Seriously Dude, you look so unattractive with your mouth hanging open like that," Cho quipped from behind his book.
"They haven't even kissed yet," Montague offered, innocently sipping her peach-flavored iced tea.
"No wonder she's confused!" Rigsby said triumphantly, ignoring his friend's remark. "Listen Jane, this is why women have affairs in the first place. Because their significant others aren't giving them what they want. . . or what they need emotionally. You need to tell her how you feel as soon as possible."
"Little good it'll do. . ."
"It'll do a lot of good," Van Pelt assured him. "What's the worse that can happen?"
"How do you know why women have affairs?" Montague asked Rigsby, furrowing her eyebrows. "Did you have a girlfriend who had an affair? Or did you have an affair with a married woman?"
Rigsby shrugged. "I had a sister who read Cosmopolitan, she'd tell me things."
"Jane, what's the worse can happen?" Van Pelt repeated her question from before, giving Rigsby a look.
"She rejects me, and we never speak ever again. . . I lose everything that I've had with her. Even friendship."
"And you're supposed to be the Mentalist," Rigsby said, rolling his eyes. "She's probably been waiting for this to happen since before you two started to date."
"I've seen the way she looks at you," Montague interjected. "I don't think she'll throw it all away for a celebrity who can have virtually any women that he wants. . . or who wants him."
"She might," Jane said defensively. "A multi-billion dollars has blinded more practical women than Lisbon."
Van Pelt sighed, ready to intervene once again. "You're not going to like this Jane, but you already have so many regrets in your life. . . do you want to add one more to the list?"
"Yeah man," Cho agreed, putting his book aside and looking at Jane seriously. "Do you really want to regret Lisbon? Do you really want her to regret you and what you two could have shared?"
Van Pelt and Cho were right. . . he didn't like to hear it, but they was also right about not wanting to add another item to the list of regrets that was already so long. He was going to tell Lisbon as soon as he got the chance to.
TBC. . .