Post by scillylove on Jul 19, 2007 17:35:19 GMT -5
Alright, so, after Just Say Hey, I decided I was having too much fun writing Cold Case fics to stop. 
So, this is my second one shot, the season finale from Lilly's point of view.
Please please please with a cherry on top, tell me what you think!
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Fuzzy. It was fuzzy when she first woke up.
She moved her head from side to side as far as she could and took in her surroundings. Lights, bright lights, above her. Noise, she could hear faraway noise. Her chest hurt. Then her senses picked up on the strong, repetitive beeping, and it all came flooding back.
As a cop, she’d been trained to handle these situations. She knew what to do.
Rule number one: Don’t panic. She didn’t panic. She’d been calm, cool, and collected. On the surface.
Rule number two: Don’t do anything stupid. Locking herself in a soundproofed interrogation room with an armed suspect was pretty stupid. But she did it because she had no other choice.
Rule number three: When you make your move, make it swift, and make it work. Hers had backfired. The sharp shooters missed. When the hell have sharp shooters ever missed? Either way, the kid was now even more angry.
She wasn’t alone; help was on its way. Scotty was right outside the door, waiting for her cue. She was going to get out of this. She was going to be fine.
But she’d told him to shoot her. She’d surrendered herself to him. She gave him permission to end her life.
Why had she done that? Was it just a ploy to distract him, or was it something deeper?
Her mother was dead. And she wasn’t there when it happened.
Her mother, who, although had plenty of faults, meant so much to her. Her flesh and blood. Her family. Her guiding light. Her safe haven. Her truth.
They’d had their differences, Lilly had resented her for years, but when all was said and done, she was her mother. And that stood for something.
She could have stayed home. She didn’t have to come into work, but she’d wanted something to distract her.
She wasn’t in her right mind. There were so many thoughts running through her head, she couldn’t think straight.
But her work was what she was good at. When times got tough, and she didn’t know where to turn, she knew that her work could comfort her.
Because when she was working, she knew she was doing something right, something good.
Lilly Rush wasn’t the type of girl to give up. She’d fight till the bitter end. She was tough. That’s how everyone knew her.
There would be questions. That was a given. They’d want to know exactly what happened. The truth had a way of coming out.
Was she unstable? No. She was just confused, lost, alone. She would be fine, wouldn’t she? She had to be fine. She’d get over this.
But how do you get over something like this? These feelings, they can’t just evaporate.
Then she heard footsteps, and Scotty was at her side.
“Well, if you were trying to scare us, it worked.”
She was silent as she smiled at him. They held each other’s gaze.
“And if you ever do that again, I’ll kill you.”
She laughed, but then winced in pain. His features tightened, obvious concern and sadness at her current position.
But the way he looked at her, carefully studying every part of her pale skin, her tired brown eyes, she knew, right then and there.
She wasn’t alone anymore.
FIN
So, this is my second one shot, the season finale from Lilly's point of view.Please please please with a cherry on top, tell me what you think!
*********************************************
Fuzzy. It was fuzzy when she first woke up.
She moved her head from side to side as far as she could and took in her surroundings. Lights, bright lights, above her. Noise, she could hear faraway noise. Her chest hurt. Then her senses picked up on the strong, repetitive beeping, and it all came flooding back.
As a cop, she’d been trained to handle these situations. She knew what to do.
Rule number one: Don’t panic. She didn’t panic. She’d been calm, cool, and collected. On the surface.
Rule number two: Don’t do anything stupid. Locking herself in a soundproofed interrogation room with an armed suspect was pretty stupid. But she did it because she had no other choice.
Rule number three: When you make your move, make it swift, and make it work. Hers had backfired. The sharp shooters missed. When the hell have sharp shooters ever missed? Either way, the kid was now even more angry.
She wasn’t alone; help was on its way. Scotty was right outside the door, waiting for her cue. She was going to get out of this. She was going to be fine.
But she’d told him to shoot her. She’d surrendered herself to him. She gave him permission to end her life.
Why had she done that? Was it just a ploy to distract him, or was it something deeper?
Her mother was dead. And she wasn’t there when it happened.
Her mother, who, although had plenty of faults, meant so much to her. Her flesh and blood. Her family. Her guiding light. Her safe haven. Her truth.
They’d had their differences, Lilly had resented her for years, but when all was said and done, she was her mother. And that stood for something.
She could have stayed home. She didn’t have to come into work, but she’d wanted something to distract her.
She wasn’t in her right mind. There were so many thoughts running through her head, she couldn’t think straight.
But her work was what she was good at. When times got tough, and she didn’t know where to turn, she knew that her work could comfort her.
Because when she was working, she knew she was doing something right, something good.
Lilly Rush wasn’t the type of girl to give up. She’d fight till the bitter end. She was tough. That’s how everyone knew her.
There would be questions. That was a given. They’d want to know exactly what happened. The truth had a way of coming out.
Was she unstable? No. She was just confused, lost, alone. She would be fine, wouldn’t she? She had to be fine. She’d get over this.
But how do you get over something like this? These feelings, they can’t just evaporate.
Then she heard footsteps, and Scotty was at her side.
“Well, if you were trying to scare us, it worked.”
She was silent as she smiled at him. They held each other’s gaze.
“And if you ever do that again, I’ll kill you.”
She laughed, but then winced in pain. His features tightened, obvious concern and sadness at her current position.
But the way he looked at her, carefully studying every part of her pale skin, her tired brown eyes, she knew, right then and there.
She wasn’t alone anymore.
FIN
