Reya folded her hands in front of her, “What are you missing, really? What from your world could be worth disrupting this tranquillity for?”
And for the first time since arriving in this prison, Ava smiled.
Because the question - the two questions, which proved she was disrupting Reya - provoked only one genuine thought.
“Love.” Ava said softly; she could feel an ache in her cheeks, muscles stretching to make a smile she hadn’t in a long time.
“Convince me that your world, and its disruptive love, is worth returning to and I shall let you go with the halo.” Reya announced, chin raised in challenge.
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What happens when Maura is asked to sit in on one of Jane's mandatory therapy session after the Paddy Doyle shooting. Do they work through their issues? or Do they just ignore what's happened in favor of having a drink and laughing on Maura's couch?
An AU Story. Jane is working for a security company that is hired by Maura Isles to provide security for one of her many fundraisers. Something goes wrong and Jane is now put to the task of protecting Maura. Will Jane be able to protect Maura? Will she be able to figure out who's behind wanting to hurt Maura? What will happen when these two woman are forced to share close quarters?
"It changed me. I know you can see that. I know it’s why you started looking at me like I’m a stranger the second the shock wore off.” She looks at Beatrice with tired, solemn eyes, and no matter how much she wants to Beatrice can’t look away. Either she has lost her poker face or Ava has gotten remarkably more perceptive. The realization leaves her feeling exposed, scared even.
“I’m not the same kid you sent through that portal, Bea,” Ava says.
“They must have done a real number on you if you believe that makes any difference to me,” Beatrice replies.
Some musings on a possible reunion. Post season 2.
On the evening of the fifth day Lena spotted the tops of the Uppsala territory posts in the misty dusk. It marked the line into neutral ground, and a sigh of relief rippled through the caravan as they passed between two pillars. Lena sucked in a deep breath as her horse plodded past the nearest post and looked up at it, her face chilled from the dew as she clutched at the reins and the high pommel of her saddle.
And then something tapped gently at the back of her mind.
Lena froze in her saddle and listened, her heart in her throat as the tapping continued.
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