Of Many Things
Chapter Eleven
A heavy air hung between them; filled with hope, and expectation, and passion. Every single ounce of Patrick Jane was screaming at him to kiss the beautiful woman, who fitted so perfectly by his side. Not for one second doubting himself, Jane leaned close to Lisbon, cupping her soft cheek in his hands. Their lips met, ever so gently, and the world slipped into a perfect harmony. The incessant beeping of machines was drowned out, the smell of death disappeared. All that mattered was the moment they shared. A kiss so dripping with emotions that it could very well have drowned them both, then and there. Something which wouldn't of bothered either of them very much at all. What a wonderful way that would be to die. Happiness so powerful that it couldn't be contained on this earth. On this life time.
As the pulled apart, Lisbon's broken body crying out for oxygen even more so than it would be under normal circumstances. Not that there was anything normal about the kiss that she had just shared with her blond haired consultant. No, nothing normal at all.
'Come on a date with me?' Jane all but whispered; not wanting to break the wonderful atmosphere in which they were living.
'Patrick, i'm dying.' Tears rushed to the surface of Teresa's blood shot eyes. Still, atleast in Jane's opinion, as beautiful as the trpoical seas.
'I know Teresa, do you think that i could forget something like that? But i see now what i have been too blind to see for years; you have been my saving grace. Not just in keep me alive, because lord knows i was barely capable of doing so when we first met, but in making me feel again. You showed me what friendship meant. That i was worthy of another human's emotions. I thought that was all it was; friendship. But it's not. I love you Teresa Lisbon, and i think i could quite possibly be in love with you. And this is the worst timing that there has ever been, but it doesn't matter. A single night of being love, is a million times better than never being in love at all. I believe that you love me too. That you are just too scared of admitting it because you are strong, and independant, and you don't need anybody to protect you. That isn't what i am offering you; i am offering you my heart, and my soul, and all that i am. So, my dear, come on a date with me.' The last a statement, rather than a question.
'I don't want to be scared anymore Jane, i don't want to hide from you,' Tears freely flowed from both of their eyes, as Lisbon reached up and placed a heartbreaking kiss on Jane's lips.
'Does this mean you will come?'
'I'd like nothing more in the world, but, i don't understand how we can? Look at me Jane. Look at me! I'm nothing but a collection of tubes and wires. I don't even have a heart. I am the girl with empty veins,' Anger was building up inside of Lisbon with every word that she spoke, 'I can't leave this damn room. I'm like a robot that they haven't quite finished. Sure, they have given me have given me a mind. They just left out the body. Tell me Patrick, how do you suppose we go on a date?'
Jane clung on to Lisbon's trembling frame as tears wracked through her entire body. He held her tighter than he had ever done so before. As if he could send his life force into her. Make her able to breath again. Ofcourse, he knew how silly this sounded, but atleast she knew he was there. Knew that he cared. 'When have i ever let you down before? Cinderella got her ball, and you shall get your date.' Jane's tone was decidedly lighter than it had been mere seconds ago. And as the two lay there; body's intertwined, Jane set his mind to planning the most wonderful date he could. One that he hoped would counteract any pain that Lisbon had faced in her life. It would be a last goodbye, to a world that would miss her desperately.
I know this one is a little short, but i didn't want to add anymore until the next chapter. The rest of the team will be back in the next; i know they have been absent recently.
Also, a lot of people have asked, and i am still unable to reply to comments on my lap top (it just doesn't like the reply page.. but i intend to do so as soon as i can) there will be no miracle cure for Lisbon. I will always been a lover of Jisbon, but for this story to work out how i intended, Lisbon does have to die. Please stick with me though, it won't be all doom and gloom. I am not aiming for a depression story.
I hope you are still enjoying it. Thankyou again.
Katie