Post by jessa4865 on Dec 29, 2004 20:46:12 GMT -5
The Prey
By Jessa
Spoilers: Through Mind Hunters (or something like that - I’m not good with ep names).
Disclaimer: The characters are not mine; I'm just letting them have some fun. Or not so much fun.
Pairing: Lilly/Scotty (consider yourself warned)
Part Four
The ride back to Scotty's place was quiet, except for the cats that loudly let Lilly know how they felt about having been left alone in the car. Scotty thought about going to a motel for the night, but he decided against it. His building was secure and his apartment had an alarm. It was also on the eighth floor, so he could plant himself between Lilly and the door and rest assured that she was safe.
He carried the bags from the grocery store; Lilly carried the cats. As they rode up in the elevator, Scotty stole a few glances at his partner. She was exhausted - he could see it in the slump of her shoulders and her heavy-lidded eyes. The cats were exhausted as well - they'd even stopped grumbling about the way Lilly was clutching them.
Opening the door slowly, he checked inside to make sure nothing was disturbed. Then he ushered Lilly in behind him and check the outside hallway twice to make sure no one was out there. Lilly stood awkwardly in the middle of the living room, holding the cats while Scotty fastened the locks on the door.
He smiled reassuringly, or as best he could considering the circumstances. "You can let them go, you know."
"I wasn't sure if you wanted them locked up or something."
Never having owned pets, Scotty didn't know any better. "Nah, they're fine."
Lilly released them immediately, letting them free to investigate their new surroundings. She stifled a yawn as she watched them sniffing about the room. "I'm beat, Scotty. If you have an extra blanket, I'll take the couch."
"No. I'll take the couch. You take the bed." He grinned, remembering her words from earlier that night. "And if I had a spare bedroom, you'd be welcome to it."
She smiled, not needing to voice her apology. "It's ok. I don't mind the couch. I actually sleep there a lot."
"Why?" Even as he asked the question, he realized that Lilly probably fit on a couch easier than he did and therefore probably found them much more comfortable.
"Because I can sleep anywhere, as long as my girls are there." As if understanding Lilly's words, Tripod wound herself around Lilly's legs before she returned to exploring Scotty's apartment.
"You're taking the bed anyway. I'm sure the girls would like to spread out after all they've been through tonight."
Lilly shook her head. "No, really, Scotty, the couch is fine."
"If you think there's a chance in hell I'm not staying between you and this door, you are sadly mistaken."
She smiled as she looked uncertainly down the hallway. "Afraid I'll escape?"
He rewarded her attempt to lighten mood with a broad grin. "Hey, I've got a beautiful woman sleeping in my bed. I'm not about to let you leave now."
"I think I'll take the couch after all."
He shook his head as he walked away, retrieving a blanket and pillow from his bedroom. He tossed them on the couch. Lilly watched him and he knew she wasn't sure what to do. Being as tired as he was gave him audacity that he normally would have lacked with her - he pulled her toward the bedroom by the hand. He stepped behind her, placing his hands on her shoulders and leaving down to whisper in her ear. "I'm going to tell everyone you slept here anyway."
She jerked her head to face him; the shock in her eyes reflecting her fear that he wasn't joking.
"Relax, Lil." He stepped back toward the door. "He's not getting past me." They both knew he had no intention of going back to sleep as he closed the bedroom door behind him.
By the time the sun came up, Scotty had come to a single conclusion - that he should have gotten some sleep. The only noise he'd heard in the few hours Lilly slept, besides the cats prowling around, was when Lilly had gotten up only a moment after he'd left to open the bedroom door. He told himself it was just so the cats could get to her if they wanted, but part of him believed that she didn't want to have that barrier between them, that she wanted to be able to hear him in the next room.
He still held his gun in his hand, but he'd abandoned his post on the couch. He was leaning on the doorframe of his bedroom, watching Lilly sleep. He was taken by her beauty - she looked like an angel when she was sleeping and he couldn't tear his eyes off her. He hated himself for not stopping George earlier because he knew how violated Lilly must have felt knowing that he'd been in her house.
Although his own life hadn't been particularly easy by any stretch of the imagination, Scotty wanted nothing more than to ease the pain hidden behind Lilly's clear blue eyes. He'd had a hint of what she didn't want to reveal - her mention of being poor, her knowledge of social workers and the welfare system - but the biggest clue had come from George when he'd revealed Lilly's real secret - that she'd been the victim of a violent crime. She'd only been a child, but George's interest in her told him that she'd fought back. Little Lilly had the same spunk as grown up Lilly and the thought brought a smile to Scotty's face.
The memory of that day, however, burned the smile away. He remembered it so clearly, regardless of the six months that passed in between. He'd stood with Vera and Jeffries and Stillman and listened to Lilly's interview with George. He'd felt her pain, her humiliation, when George mentioned her history. Scotty had wanted to kill George right then - because he'd hurt her, because his interest in her was disturbing. But mostly it was because Scotty had an insuppressible desire to protect her from all the evil in the world. She worked in it every day, but that was different, that didn't touch her. He hated that she'd finally been touched by it. He wanted to make it better. He knew he had no right to feel protective of her; he knew she'd hate him if she found out. But he still wanted to keep her safe because no one else ever had.
He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't even notice when Lilly's eyes opened.
By Jessa
Spoilers: Through Mind Hunters (or something like that - I’m not good with ep names).
Disclaimer: The characters are not mine; I'm just letting them have some fun. Or not so much fun.
Pairing: Lilly/Scotty (consider yourself warned)
Part Four
The ride back to Scotty's place was quiet, except for the cats that loudly let Lilly know how they felt about having been left alone in the car. Scotty thought about going to a motel for the night, but he decided against it. His building was secure and his apartment had an alarm. It was also on the eighth floor, so he could plant himself between Lilly and the door and rest assured that she was safe.
He carried the bags from the grocery store; Lilly carried the cats. As they rode up in the elevator, Scotty stole a few glances at his partner. She was exhausted - he could see it in the slump of her shoulders and her heavy-lidded eyes. The cats were exhausted as well - they'd even stopped grumbling about the way Lilly was clutching them.
Opening the door slowly, he checked inside to make sure nothing was disturbed. Then he ushered Lilly in behind him and check the outside hallway twice to make sure no one was out there. Lilly stood awkwardly in the middle of the living room, holding the cats while Scotty fastened the locks on the door.
He smiled reassuringly, or as best he could considering the circumstances. "You can let them go, you know."
"I wasn't sure if you wanted them locked up or something."
Never having owned pets, Scotty didn't know any better. "Nah, they're fine."
Lilly released them immediately, letting them free to investigate their new surroundings. She stifled a yawn as she watched them sniffing about the room. "I'm beat, Scotty. If you have an extra blanket, I'll take the couch."
"No. I'll take the couch. You take the bed." He grinned, remembering her words from earlier that night. "And if I had a spare bedroom, you'd be welcome to it."
She smiled, not needing to voice her apology. "It's ok. I don't mind the couch. I actually sleep there a lot."
"Why?" Even as he asked the question, he realized that Lilly probably fit on a couch easier than he did and therefore probably found them much more comfortable.
"Because I can sleep anywhere, as long as my girls are there." As if understanding Lilly's words, Tripod wound herself around Lilly's legs before she returned to exploring Scotty's apartment.
"You're taking the bed anyway. I'm sure the girls would like to spread out after all they've been through tonight."
Lilly shook her head. "No, really, Scotty, the couch is fine."
"If you think there's a chance in hell I'm not staying between you and this door, you are sadly mistaken."
She smiled as she looked uncertainly down the hallway. "Afraid I'll escape?"
He rewarded her attempt to lighten mood with a broad grin. "Hey, I've got a beautiful woman sleeping in my bed. I'm not about to let you leave now."
"I think I'll take the couch after all."
He shook his head as he walked away, retrieving a blanket and pillow from his bedroom. He tossed them on the couch. Lilly watched him and he knew she wasn't sure what to do. Being as tired as he was gave him audacity that he normally would have lacked with her - he pulled her toward the bedroom by the hand. He stepped behind her, placing his hands on her shoulders and leaving down to whisper in her ear. "I'm going to tell everyone you slept here anyway."
She jerked her head to face him; the shock in her eyes reflecting her fear that he wasn't joking.
"Relax, Lil." He stepped back toward the door. "He's not getting past me." They both knew he had no intention of going back to sleep as he closed the bedroom door behind him.
By the time the sun came up, Scotty had come to a single conclusion - that he should have gotten some sleep. The only noise he'd heard in the few hours Lilly slept, besides the cats prowling around, was when Lilly had gotten up only a moment after he'd left to open the bedroom door. He told himself it was just so the cats could get to her if they wanted, but part of him believed that she didn't want to have that barrier between them, that she wanted to be able to hear him in the next room.
He still held his gun in his hand, but he'd abandoned his post on the couch. He was leaning on the doorframe of his bedroom, watching Lilly sleep. He was taken by her beauty - she looked like an angel when she was sleeping and he couldn't tear his eyes off her. He hated himself for not stopping George earlier because he knew how violated Lilly must have felt knowing that he'd been in her house.
Although his own life hadn't been particularly easy by any stretch of the imagination, Scotty wanted nothing more than to ease the pain hidden behind Lilly's clear blue eyes. He'd had a hint of what she didn't want to reveal - her mention of being poor, her knowledge of social workers and the welfare system - but the biggest clue had come from George when he'd revealed Lilly's real secret - that she'd been the victim of a violent crime. She'd only been a child, but George's interest in her told him that she'd fought back. Little Lilly had the same spunk as grown up Lilly and the thought brought a smile to Scotty's face.
The memory of that day, however, burned the smile away. He remembered it so clearly, regardless of the six months that passed in between. He'd stood with Vera and Jeffries and Stillman and listened to Lilly's interview with George. He'd felt her pain, her humiliation, when George mentioned her history. Scotty had wanted to kill George right then - because he'd hurt her, because his interest in her was disturbing. But mostly it was because Scotty had an insuppressible desire to protect her from all the evil in the world. She worked in it every day, but that was different, that didn't touch her. He hated that she'd finally been touched by it. He wanted to make it better. He knew he had no right to feel protective of her; he knew she'd hate him if she found out. But he still wanted to keep her safe because no one else ever had.
He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't even notice when Lilly's eyes opened.
