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[muir_wolf]

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The storm picks up, rattling the windows, and his hand tightens in hers. She smiles at him, pretending there isn't a gun in her hand, that he’s enough to keep her safe. They only have a few minutes left. She wants to tell him the truth, but the words catch in her throat. She doesn’t know how to say goodbye. The roof is leaking; the volume on the TV is turned low. This was supposed to be a weekend in the woods—a chance for them to start over. His lips press against her neck, and he holds on tight.

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[muir_wolf]

d r a b b l e

She wants to tell him the truth, but the words catch in her throat. (Psych)

[afullmargin]

He wants to tell her the truth, but the words catch in his throat. He can see it every time he looks at her, and nightmares keep popping up where he’s naked in front of his high school graduation and she keeps screaming; “You’re a liar, Shawn! A dirty stinking liar!”

He’s a liar. Just like her Dad, even if he is kind of cool. Just like her step-dad.

And he knows it’ll break her heart when she knows for sure that his ‘psychic powers’ – the one thing that brought them together – is nothing but a phoney fraud.”

“I’m sorry.”

she smiles at him, pretending there isn't a gun in her hand [Elementary]

[deathgetsusall]

She smiled at him, pretending there wasn't a gun in her hands, ignoring the way her arms were shaking from the unfamiliar weight. The cold, implacable metal warmed slowly in her hands, as she fought the urge to readjust her sweaty grip. She blinked back tears and wondered how it had come to this.

Joan had never been a hasty woman, and she meant her hippocratic oath when she recited it, but if there was anything that she'd learned in the time since she met Sherlock, it's that a human being can be pushed further than she'd ever imagined was possible.

"I have to, Sherlock. He's never going to stop, he'll never let you out of his web." Her voice quaked, but at the same time her arms steadied.

"You're a doctor at heart, Joan. You can't do this."

"I have to."

She had to.

[ugh my tenses are probably fucked, sorry all]

The TV is turned low (Calvin & Hobbes)

[jazzfic]

The TV is turned low these days. In moments of clarity he thinks back to when he would sit seven inches from the screen, eyes glued to the magic, moving colours, lost in that cheery fast-fast world where even cereal commercials could hold him in steady rapture; where a tiger curled its paws by his bare legs, claws threaded and threatening to pierce the carpet. He doesn't really have those moments now, they come and go and disappear so quickly he wonders if they were there at all.

He swallows the pills and nods at the nurse to come closer. She's pretty, dark hair cut in a round bob. Another not-quite memory. "Think you could turn that up a notch, miss? My fingers won't make these dang buttons work any more."

She smiles and picks up the remote. They watch for a few seconds. "You like nature programs, then? My five-year-old can't get enough of them. He's crazy about lions. I swear he wants to be one when he grows up."

There's dry air where he wants to answer, I did, too. She doesn't hear it, of course. Nobody does these days.

his lips press against her neck, and he holds on tight. (stargate atlantis)

[galfridian]

He has this dream.

He's drowning. The saltwater burns his eyes, but he can see the sky. He kicks, propelling his body toward the surface, but the waves push him down. He struggles for hours, it seems. Then finally, the ocean spits him out. He drifts along for a while, staring at a strange constellation in the night sky. Her hears a voice in the distance — John! He turns his head toward it and finds he's standing on an Atlantis balcony. He isn't alone.

"Elizabeth?"

She smiles. "John." His hands find hers hands, then she's in his arms. His lips press against her neck, and he holds on tight. "It's time, John."

He wakes up.




It's a gate address, the constellation.

She's waiting.

and his hand tightens in hers (new girl)

[fujiidom]

If waiting outside the temple where your ex-girlfriend's getting married, bent on one knee, wearing the same suit J. Timberlake wore on SNL is wrong, then Schmidt doesn't want to be right.

It's been ten minutes and his kneecap burns but eventually double doors in front of him do burst open. Cece's sari is bunched at her sides, mid-run.

For a second, Schmidt forgets to breathe, before Jess comes bounding behind with Nick and Winston trailing after and his hands shudder to life. The small velvet box flips open.

"I've loved you since the day I laid eyes on you. And who can blame me, when you look at that face and beautiful body. But it's more than that, now. Or maybe it always has been. I'm in love with you. Because of the way you laugh and the way you refuse to go to Italian restaurants with me because ordering takes too long and the way your hand fits in mine while we're falling asleep. I thought I didn't want to sleep alone because it meant I didn't find anyone to hook up with but now I know I don't want to sleep alone because it means I won't end up with you. Cecilia Parekh, will you marry me?"

She steps down and holds out her hand. Winston chokes on a sob.

"So is that a yes?"

"Yes, you wonderful idiot."

Schmidt beams, sliding one ring off and the other one on her finger. Cece grins back and his hand tightens in hers. She pulls him up from his knees and into a kiss.