Post by scillylove on Jul 28, 2007 15:30:09 GMT -5
I can't believe I haven't posted this yet!
A while ago I started writing my first CC multi-chapter fic. Just like my first two oneshots, it starts off at the end of last season (that makes me sound so unoriginal, doesn't it?
) and is a Scotty/Lilly pairing. Obviously.
Chapter 1: Waiting Rooms
Scotty Valens hated waiting rooms. They’re always so stuffy and dingy, so full of uncertainty. He hated feeling this way, like everything was out of his hands, like he was so lost to do anything. Someone he cared about was in trouble, and he couldn’t do anything about it.
As a cop, that killed him. But as a guy, it killed him not because he couldn’t help, but because of the person he couldn’t help; Lilly Rush.
They’d been partners for years, and he had a deep fondness for her. He had her back, just like she had his. That’s how it is in their field. You have to trust your team, be there when they need you.
But Scotty couldn’t help thinking that he’d let her down. He knew logically that there was no way he could have seen this coming, and Lilly made a conscious choice to go into that observation room with the suspect. But even still, what if he had been able to prevent it? What if he hadn’t left her alone in her apartment like she wished? What if he’d stayed with her, made sure she didn’t do anything stupid like this?
How long had it been now, with no news? The wait was killing him. If somebody didn’t come out and tell him something soon, he’d go crazy.
As if someone upstairs had read his thoughts, the big double doors opened and a graying man in a white coat came out to meet them.
Scotty had to fight to keep the anxiousness he felt contained inside him. There were so many questions, so many possible outcomes; he didn’t know which path to let his mind take.
He tried to read the doctor’s expression. He searched for anything; the smallest speck of recognition, the slightest hint. But he couldn’t find anything. The man’s dark brown eyes gave away nothing, the corners of his lips were pulled into a ridgeless line. There was nothing there.
The others had all stood up when the doctor came out, and were now waiting with baited breath for the news.
The physician opened his mouth and took in a breath of air before speaking.
“She lost a lot of blood.”
Scotty had to fight to keep his mouth shut. Obviously, she’s a gunshot victim. Tell me something I don’t know.
“But we managed to get her stable.”
What’s your definition of stable?
“And although she’s not fully out of the woods yet, she should make a full recovery.” As the doctor finished his speech he finally smiled, and Scotty let out a breath of air it seemed like he’d been holding since they arrived at the hospital.
She was going to be okay. Lilly was going to be okay.
The others smiled and hugged, just as grateful for the prognosis. But Scotty wasn’t paying attention to them. Instead he walked towards the doctor, who was about to make his exit.
He cleared his throat, trying to find his voice box again. “Um, can I see her?”
The man looked Scotty up and down. “Sure, but if she’s still sleeping, don’t try to wake her.”
Does this man think I’m an idiot?
He made his way back through the doors and into the small hospital room. The walls were painted a pale blue, and the blinds covering the window on the opposite wall were opened to reveal the Philly skyline high above. He could hear the faintest of sirens in the background, but that wasn’t what got his attention and made him stop, dead in his tracks.
This small, pale form was lying lifeless in a hospital bed. There were tubes coming out of every orifice, and next to the bed were gigantic machines, all looking very important yet intimidating.
And Scotty couldn’t move.
He was quite literally frozen to the spot. Seeing her like that, it had just been such a total shock.
Come on, this is a hospital, of course it looks worse than it is.
With a bit of coaching, he convinced himself to step closer. As her face came into view he could see that she actually looked peaceful. He just stood there and watched her for a few moments, as it seemed like the softest sound would wake her.
So Scotty sat. Just watching her, watching her chest move rhythmically up and down, listening the beeping of the monitors, just watching. It was then that he realized how exhausted he was. Everything had happened so fast, he hadn’t stopped to catch his breath; he’d been too focused on Lilly.
He leaned his head back, thinking he could just get a few minutes of shut-eye. He was about to drift off when he heard a noise.
“You look like crap.”
He immediately bolted upright, eyes wide, nowhere near sleep now. He saw Lilly still in the bed, but this time her coffee bean eyes were open, and she was smiling over at him.
Scotty broke into a huge grin himself as he jumped out of his chair and came closer to her.
“Well, I could say the same about you.”
There was a moment of silence between them, they both wanted to take this all in. Lilly spoke next.
“Seriously though, did you get run over by a truck or something?”
Scotty smiled to himself. Her obliviousness to his feelings for her was actually cute at times. He knew it was best to just let her stay that way, for now at least; but he did have some things he needed to tell her.
He broke his gaze and looked down at his hands. “I’m sorry.”
Lilly’s features contorted into a look of confusion. “What are you sorry for?”
“It’s my fault you got shot.” He said it simply, like it was a well-known fact.
“No it’s not,” she replied sharply. She’d be damned if she let him think that. “Scotty, what happened in there, it had nothing to do with you. I was the one that decided to go in there, I was the one who told him to shoot me.”
Scotty looked up at that point. “What? You told him to shoot you?!”
Lilly immediately realized the mistake she’d made. Scotty hadn’t heard anything that had been said in that room up until she yelled for him to shoot. He didn’t know she’d surrendered herself to the kid, and she wanted to keep it that way.
“No, I said I told you to shoot him,” she said quickly, trying to cover.
There was a definite tension in the air as Scotty and Lilly stared at each other, both of their minds racing, trying to come up with what to say next.
Luckily, they didn’t have to worry about that, as they were interrupted.
“Hey, she’s awake!”
They turned to see their boss standing in the doorway carrying a bundle of balloons in his good hand. Beside him stood Kat, and Vera and Jefferies were behind them. They each looked like they were trying to out do each other with the size of their smiles.
“You better not do that again young lady,” Stillman said, coming over to the bed. Lilly smiled at him. He looked ridiculous with those balloons.
“Or at least next time, make it on a day when there isn’t a game on,” Vera piped up as he and Jefferies pulled the two room chairs over.
“When isn’t there a game on?” Kat asked, and she and Lilly shared an eye roll.
The group easily slipped into animated chatter, all except for Scotty and Lilly. They tried to pay attention, but they kept eyeing each other, unsure of where they stood. Scotty wanted answers, and Lilly didn’t want to give them. She had planned on nobody ever finding out about what had happened in that interrogation room. But now, it looked like she’d have a problem achieving that, because Scotty wasn’t going to let it slide.
*********
How was that?
A while ago I started writing my first CC multi-chapter fic. Just like my first two oneshots, it starts off at the end of last season (that makes me sound so unoriginal, doesn't it?
) and is a Scotty/Lilly pairing. Obviously.Chapter 1: Waiting Rooms
Scotty Valens hated waiting rooms. They’re always so stuffy and dingy, so full of uncertainty. He hated feeling this way, like everything was out of his hands, like he was so lost to do anything. Someone he cared about was in trouble, and he couldn’t do anything about it.
As a cop, that killed him. But as a guy, it killed him not because he couldn’t help, but because of the person he couldn’t help; Lilly Rush.
They’d been partners for years, and he had a deep fondness for her. He had her back, just like she had his. That’s how it is in their field. You have to trust your team, be there when they need you.
But Scotty couldn’t help thinking that he’d let her down. He knew logically that there was no way he could have seen this coming, and Lilly made a conscious choice to go into that observation room with the suspect. But even still, what if he had been able to prevent it? What if he hadn’t left her alone in her apartment like she wished? What if he’d stayed with her, made sure she didn’t do anything stupid like this?
How long had it been now, with no news? The wait was killing him. If somebody didn’t come out and tell him something soon, he’d go crazy.
As if someone upstairs had read his thoughts, the big double doors opened and a graying man in a white coat came out to meet them.
Scotty had to fight to keep the anxiousness he felt contained inside him. There were so many questions, so many possible outcomes; he didn’t know which path to let his mind take.
He tried to read the doctor’s expression. He searched for anything; the smallest speck of recognition, the slightest hint. But he couldn’t find anything. The man’s dark brown eyes gave away nothing, the corners of his lips were pulled into a ridgeless line. There was nothing there.
The others had all stood up when the doctor came out, and were now waiting with baited breath for the news.
The physician opened his mouth and took in a breath of air before speaking.
“She lost a lot of blood.”
Scotty had to fight to keep his mouth shut. Obviously, she’s a gunshot victim. Tell me something I don’t know.
“But we managed to get her stable.”
What’s your definition of stable?
“And although she’s not fully out of the woods yet, she should make a full recovery.” As the doctor finished his speech he finally smiled, and Scotty let out a breath of air it seemed like he’d been holding since they arrived at the hospital.
She was going to be okay. Lilly was going to be okay.
The others smiled and hugged, just as grateful for the prognosis. But Scotty wasn’t paying attention to them. Instead he walked towards the doctor, who was about to make his exit.
He cleared his throat, trying to find his voice box again. “Um, can I see her?”
The man looked Scotty up and down. “Sure, but if she’s still sleeping, don’t try to wake her.”
Does this man think I’m an idiot?
He made his way back through the doors and into the small hospital room. The walls were painted a pale blue, and the blinds covering the window on the opposite wall were opened to reveal the Philly skyline high above. He could hear the faintest of sirens in the background, but that wasn’t what got his attention and made him stop, dead in his tracks.
This small, pale form was lying lifeless in a hospital bed. There were tubes coming out of every orifice, and next to the bed were gigantic machines, all looking very important yet intimidating.
And Scotty couldn’t move.
He was quite literally frozen to the spot. Seeing her like that, it had just been such a total shock.
Come on, this is a hospital, of course it looks worse than it is.
With a bit of coaching, he convinced himself to step closer. As her face came into view he could see that she actually looked peaceful. He just stood there and watched her for a few moments, as it seemed like the softest sound would wake her.
So Scotty sat. Just watching her, watching her chest move rhythmically up and down, listening the beeping of the monitors, just watching. It was then that he realized how exhausted he was. Everything had happened so fast, he hadn’t stopped to catch his breath; he’d been too focused on Lilly.
He leaned his head back, thinking he could just get a few minutes of shut-eye. He was about to drift off when he heard a noise.
“You look like crap.”
He immediately bolted upright, eyes wide, nowhere near sleep now. He saw Lilly still in the bed, but this time her coffee bean eyes were open, and she was smiling over at him.
Scotty broke into a huge grin himself as he jumped out of his chair and came closer to her.
“Well, I could say the same about you.”
There was a moment of silence between them, they both wanted to take this all in. Lilly spoke next.
“Seriously though, did you get run over by a truck or something?”
Scotty smiled to himself. Her obliviousness to his feelings for her was actually cute at times. He knew it was best to just let her stay that way, for now at least; but he did have some things he needed to tell her.
He broke his gaze and looked down at his hands. “I’m sorry.”
Lilly’s features contorted into a look of confusion. “What are you sorry for?”
“It’s my fault you got shot.” He said it simply, like it was a well-known fact.
“No it’s not,” she replied sharply. She’d be damned if she let him think that. “Scotty, what happened in there, it had nothing to do with you. I was the one that decided to go in there, I was the one who told him to shoot me.”
Scotty looked up at that point. “What? You told him to shoot you?!”
Lilly immediately realized the mistake she’d made. Scotty hadn’t heard anything that had been said in that room up until she yelled for him to shoot. He didn’t know she’d surrendered herself to the kid, and she wanted to keep it that way.
“No, I said I told you to shoot him,” she said quickly, trying to cover.
There was a definite tension in the air as Scotty and Lilly stared at each other, both of their minds racing, trying to come up with what to say next.
Luckily, they didn’t have to worry about that, as they were interrupted.
“Hey, she’s awake!”
They turned to see their boss standing in the doorway carrying a bundle of balloons in his good hand. Beside him stood Kat, and Vera and Jefferies were behind them. They each looked like they were trying to out do each other with the size of their smiles.
“You better not do that again young lady,” Stillman said, coming over to the bed. Lilly smiled at him. He looked ridiculous with those balloons.
“Or at least next time, make it on a day when there isn’t a game on,” Vera piped up as he and Jefferies pulled the two room chairs over.
“When isn’t there a game on?” Kat asked, and she and Lilly shared an eye roll.
The group easily slipped into animated chatter, all except for Scotty and Lilly. They tried to pay attention, but they kept eyeing each other, unsure of where they stood. Scotty wanted answers, and Lilly didn’t want to give them. She had planned on nobody ever finding out about what had happened in that interrogation room. But now, it looked like she’d have a problem achieving that, because Scotty wasn’t going to let it slide.
*********
How was that?
