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ABOUT TIME

Original title: About time

Prompt: what if after 16x9.

Warning: spoiler for 16x9.

Genre: romantic, angst.

Characters: Penelope Garcia, Luke Alvez, (Tyler Green, Tara Lewis mentioned).

Pairing: Garvez.

Note: oneshot 87 in Garvez collection.

Legend: 💏😘. Song mentioned: E ti vengo a cercare, Tiziano Ferro (Franco Battiato).

GARVEZ STORIES

ABOUT TIME

I should change the object of my desires, not settle for small daily joys

I'm standing outside the hospital where Tyler Green has spent the past two weeks, teetering between life and death. But today something finally moves. We took Sicarius and saved Rossi.

I know perfectly well that I shouldn't be here, that I'm making yet another mistake, but my feet, my heart, my mind... Everything led me here, to her. As soon as we were sure Dave was safe, she ran to Tyler. Just because she felt she owed him, so she told JJ. That she would have closed, or at least stopped their contact, certainly for the time of the trial. And about after... Who knows.

The thought of them not being able to be together didn't make me feel any better. I don't think I have a chance, but if I did, I would never want to be picked because my rival isn't available. Winning because the opponents have all withdrawn. No, I would like Penelope to choose me because she wants me, she loves me. But the thing is, she's falling in love with someone else and that has changed her. I can't say for the better, although she has always been a goddess to me.

But she is no longer the same woman I fell for. The fault, if any, is not only Green's, but also the pandemic. In those three years after our one date, we saw very little. When the world seemed to go back to normality, we started dating a little more... but only for Sergio. And so, I found out I'm allergic to cat dander. Would it ever stop me to start a lifetime with her? Rhetorical question, since antihistamines exist and even if they didn't… no.

It's really absurd, how many times have I fantasized about her coming to my house, to keep Roxy company, maybe while we were out on a case? And I came home and found them hugging each other, asleep on the sofa. Undecided whether to wake her up or stay to contemplate her all night, until the last moment, before the sun made its appearance. And sometimes I would go further, dreaming of her eyelids lifting, a few seconds to focus on my face, an embarrassed smile that suddenly turned malicious, as she placed both hands on my neck, dragging me down, me happy to please her.

But I don't even know what her lips taste like, and I can be sure that I will never find out. Perhaps I should have been more proactive enterprising during our date. Not in words, but in gestures. I should have kissed her right under her house when I picked her up. Make it clear how things were, what was at stake on my part. Instead of letting things go, and pretending that I was okay with hearing her imagine meeting her soul mate, who knows when, who knows where.

I don't know if it's Tyler and if she's already thought that. I can only speak for myself. And as far as I'm concerned, I should have told her explicitly that there was no point in looking for my twin soul, because I had already found the right person and right at that moment she was in front of my nose. And it will stay that way, no matter what. In these three years I have never even made an attempt with another woman, although I have had some opportunities. But for what? To treat her like Lisa? No, better to be alone.

It hurts to see how strong JJ and Will's love is, I don't mean I'd rather think them apart, I'm not at that level. But that's exactly what I want, what I feel is missing in my life. What Tara and Matt, with whom I'm in constant contact, didn't understand (given the amount of people who tried to get me to know) is that I don't miss a woman by my side. But one in particular. And it's her or nobody.

A few days ago I had the umpteenth proof of it. If I haven't stopped loving her while she's been telling me unwanted details about her sex life with Tyler, when will that happen? I no longer hope for it, on the contrary, what am I saying, liar! I never believed it. I never even wanted to. No, I like to wallow in my grief, complain to Roxy about how unfortunate I am. Poor Luke. Too bad the only one I would like to console me is always… her. Penelope Garcia.

And it wasn't just for cowardice that I didn't venture further three years ago. No, it was because I can't lose her at all. Even as a friend, or whatever role she puts me in. I can't imagine my life without her, it takes my breath away just thinking about it. Yet despite all my efforts, despite all the bitter pills I've swallowed, I'm still losing her. She stopped responding to me, flirting with me, snapping back, which is kind of the same thing. She said, in that restaurant, that she finds hard to talk to me without using the provocation filter. And it’s half bullshit, because in these seven years we have had several profound conversations, I was the first one she told about her stalker. Maybe I'm still the only one, knowing her...

But that's the problem. I don't recognize her anymore. The Penelope I love is the one who was super nice to Lisa, despite the embarrassing situation (because even then a little cloud with all the unsaid was hovering between us). The one who always worried about her absence, partly because she loved her, directly to her, partly because, I'm sure, she thought about how it could reflect on me. Current Penelope, on the other hand, didn't give a damn when I tried to tell her to stop talking about her and Tyler; she ignored my pleading tone, my watery eyes, whatever. I didn't think she could ever be that selfish.

She killed me. And that hasn't changed anything, in what I feel. It hasn't wavered my love for her even for a second. It is always there, that proudly stands as one of the 300 before facing the Persians. Like I know I will still love her when she gives in and accepts Tyler's proposal, and I will try to endlessly dilate the one dance she'll allow me, during their wedding.

How much bullshit can be processed in a few minutes outside a hospital. Actually, it must have been at least half an hour and I can't figure out why the heck I haven't entered yet. What's the point of staying here? I should go home. Both Simmons and Tara would recommend it to me. I had the opportunity to really let off steam and I threw it away. I told Dr Lewis everything but being careful to avoid every detail that could give a face to the mysterious woman who had stolen (and broken) my heart. She probably understood, since she's not just a profiler… but maybe not, because her condition wasn't the usual one. Even her heart was in a thousand pieces that evening. We both got really drunk. It hasn't happened to me since… before entering the academy, I think. I hope it worked at least to her.

I look at my cell phone, hoping what? A text from her now? That a new case arrived? Neither option is realistically possible. I sigh, pulling it into my back pocket and making a decision at the same time. At least one. I turn around, and head to my car. I tried. I gave her half an hour, perhaps I should say that I gave fate, rather than her, the opportunity to prove something to me. But nothing happened, and Penelope will never know that I stayed outside the hospital where Tyler is being treated, completely alone, in the cold, hoping to see her appear.

And then, then what was I going to do? Stupid dilemmas that no longer make sense to wonder. I reach the car, but precisely because of my fingers are numb from the low temperature, my keys fall out. As I bend down to pick up them, I hear the sound of heels on the asphalt. I don't want to delude myself. Too late.

I carry on as if nothing had happened, ignoring that perfume which, although mixed with anxieties and fears, remains unmistakable. -Luke?- she called me by my first name instead of my last. This is already a victory, I can say I am satisfied, thank you very much. Can I go home now? I catch all the shades of uncertainty in her tone and not a single note of happiness to see me. I sigh and turn in her direction, leaning against the car door. -What are you doing here?- wrinkles on her forehead. She didn't do her makeup. Did she cry for him? Of course she did, what a stupid question. And for me, for me has she ever done it? When she thought I died in the explosion, did she shed even a tear at the thought of never seeing me again, except in a coffin?

All the techniques I've learned in years of military service and as a federal agent go to hell when I'm with her. There remains only a pathetic man unable to formulate a meaningful sentence. -Uh… I wanted to know how you were… and…- it came out like this, even if I should have asked her about Tyler, since he's the one in trouble. But I don't take it back, I was sincere. My priority is her.

She always has been, even on those occasions, like after the accident in which Walker lost his life, where training would have led me to focus on something else. And yet, one moan of pain from her was enough for me to abandon a half-blind JJ and run to her. As well as I stood by her side, coaching her on how to dab Tyler's wound. -Oh.- amazement again. How is it possible, after everything I've shown her since we've known each other, that she's still surprised to see me worrying about her? Is she really that naive? -I'm…I'm fine.- lie, like the first time I caught her crying in her office over Reid. She called me friend, but she won't let me near her. I thought I had knocked down all the walls, but instead there are some bricks that want to prevent me from reaching her.

I don't know what it was. The anger at seeing that I was always stuck at the starting line. The pure black (not green) jealousy of imagining her at another's bedside. Maybe all together. Before she even has time to think about it, I push her against my chest, hugging her, while a little voice in my head repeats over and over to enjoy this moment as much as possible, because it will be the last. Penelope instantly transforms from a rigid body to the soft and warm one of the woman I love. She sinks into my chest, and I let her pour all of her tears into my sweater. I will never wash it again. I'll hold it to me on nights when sleep won't keep me company. I remain silent, one hand in her hair and the other on her back. She looks so small and fragile now. I keep my grip firm as I whisper a question that is actually a statement. -You love him, don't you?- she tries to wriggle out of my arms, but I can't bear to look into her eyes as she kills me with the bullets I've personally provided for her.

I must have probably hit some bare spot, because I feel the change in her. -No.- she finally replies, but I can't believe her. If she denies her feelings for Tyler, the situation is even worse than I guessed. I let her go, but she doesn't go away. -No.- she repeats. And she seems really convinced of what she is saying. Indeed, she seems… sorry. And now I'm the one confused. -I worry about him, that's true. And we have an…- she meets my gaze and this time she notices by herself, without me having to point out anything, how little I want to hear her repeat what a great sex they had. -But I wouldn't call it love.- she stares at me, she literally pierces me and looks like she's waiting. For my step? What should I do? Damn, if I only knew what was the right thing to do! -Remember that talk about finding the right person, that we had during our date?- I hasten to nod, but I refrain from adding the obvious, I've never stopped thinking about it. -Here- I'm shaking, I'm fucking scared that she's going to say that she's realized she's found it, and that it's Tyler. It wouldn't make sense, since she just admitted she doesn't love him, but… -I know it's not him.- Penelope looks me in the eyes again, and she seems to be looking for something, but she can't find it. She sighs.

I'm afraid she'll leave, give up. Then I make what I usually did, like a last-ditch attempt to continue a conversation. I say any shit to keep her attention on me. Well, this time it's not technically bullshit, but a rhetorical question, but it carries the same weight. -How can you be sure?- and my voice becomes soft, falters. I hate myself immensely.

She shivers and it takes a moment to understand that it is not an emotional reaction, but a physiological one. Penelope doesn't have the patience to wait for me to wake up, anyway. -We could… we could keep talking about it… I don't know, in your car? I'm freezing.- and the coat she is wearing is too light. Such a drop in temperatures wasn't expected. I nod and hastily open the door for her. Penelope comes aboard without my help. I reach her. I'm quivering with joy, because for the first time she didn't take the opportunity to run away, but she chose to stay and face it head on. I see reflected in her pupils the Penelope that made me fall in love. I know she is still there. -Thank you.- a weak smile. -Tyler asked me to leave Quantico, the team… all of you, and start a life together, away from here. To come back just for the trial. Just the two of us against the world.- she doesn't look at me and I struggle to recover from the blow.

-Whoah.- I exclaim, shaking my head. The boy is not joking. He played hard. And how can you blame him? -And you…- luckily she keeps to tell.

-At first I almost said yes.- I swallow. -I don't know if you know… I had a chat with Emily, very nasty.- she stares at her shoes. -I deserved every single word, I know. I jeopardized one of the most important cases FBI has ever handled… I just wish at least someone would believe me when I say I didn't do it on purpose. Everything suddenly became bigger than me. But I didn't mean to.- her hands are constantly moving, despite the confined space in which we are. -And I know that I've been a bad friend, for everyone, not only since Tyler appeared.- I start to retort, but I'd be partially lying, so I'm silent. -I tried to work on myself, during the pandemic, I thought I had reached a balance, instead I went from one extreme to the other.- the cabin welcomes her first sob. Heartbreaking. -Oh, Luke!- before she finishes saying my name, my hands are already on her. -I became the anti Garcia. Selfishness incarnate!- I'm not willing to stand motionless while she insults herself.

-No, it's not true…- beyond the fogged lenses, her eyes challenge me. -Ok, let's say you've begun to think a little more about yourself, and this isn't necessarily a bad thing...- nothing, I can't bear to be mad at her or say something that might hurt her, not even when she herself asks me to.

A few tears slip through my fingers. She shakes her head. -Luke, you... you've always been too good to me. Do you think I never noticed?- I'm shaking. -You've always been my shadow, since you walked at the BAU, you've always been there for me, ready to hold me up every time I was about to fall... that someone to go to when I want to cry... and more.- know that she has noticed it causes me a wave of immense happiness. It wasn't all in vain. However, it doesn't last long. Because if she knows, how should I interpret all those behaviors that I have attributed to her naivety? -And I paid back you with snarking… but always hoping that you knew… how much I really care about you and how much I love you.- I know she means it affectionately, so I have no illusions.ù Her tone, her gaze suggests it. I hand her a tissue, to break the gloomy atmosphere that has been created. -Penelope- she looks at me in silence -what did you answer to him?- she seems initially disappointed that, about all her touching speech, I remained stuck on that trifle, that she thinks it doesn't concern me.

-I say I can't.- my lungs start pumping air again. -And thereby, it had no longer sense... to be together.- she shrugs, lost in another past. JJ once mentioned one her ex, another IT, that had proposed to her. It ended bad. Is this the fate of anyone who tries to approach her romantically?

I block her, forcing her to look at me again. -He didn't agree to proceed more... calmly?- why the heck am I carrying on this discussion, this is what her eyes ask me, but I know the answer well. I'm not thinking about her and Tyler at all. No, I'm… asking for a friend. Very close.

She sighs, as if her body is about to collapse, abandon her. Who knows how exhausting it must have been, the conversation with what she believed was her boyfriend, who had just re-emerged from the darkness. And I came to give her the coup de grace. -We didn't even considered it, because it wouldn't have mattered. I've been single for years and… that's okay. If he's not the right… and I know it's not, why should I delude him? I will never be able to love him the same way.- I nod. I no longer know how to get out of this situation and suddenly I would like to be alone.

-Should I... give you a ride home?- I expect her to nod. In any of my fantasies, Penelope would have done it, or she would have replied that wasn't needed, she could take a taxi, she had come here with her Esther, there was always the subway…

Instead she denies. -No.- her face still bears traces of the salty drops she poured, but her expression is serious and determined. I'm scared. -Luke, I don't think the fact that you, only you, came out here waiting for me... is a coincidence. Nor anything that would do a simple worried colleague.- she grabs my hand. Here we go, is this really going to happen? -Stop me or deny me, if I say something that seems incorrect to you.- but I even struggle to breathe. I'm in apnea. -Nothing you've done for me can be described as simple kindness. Especially the way I kept your at distance.- she has hit me. -So… when Tyler came up with that proposal, I realized two things. The first, that it wouldn't have been right to accept, and the second, that I could only say yes to one person.- her sweet gaze is not enough to convince me that she really means me.

Not entirely. But now... -Then why did you say that there was definitely something between us, but not like that?- finally, after three years, I get rid of this weight. I still have one clarification to make. -And what did you mean with "not like that"? As much as I've racked my brain, I haven't found a sensible solution.- Penelope giggles, but only from embarrassment.

-Uh, that night… everything was so weird, and the silence certainly didn't help. I know you tried your best to get things going, while I… I gave it a clean break, because it seemed like the easiest route. Because when you ordered two glasses of wine… both for you… I kind of had a vision, and I realized that I would really risk it all, with you, leave my whole heart in your hands and it's… something I've never done before, never, in more than forty years.- I have always adored witnessing her ravings, and now I'm the subject, and also the love (because it’s this) that she feels for me…

I caress the palm of her hand, I contemplate the lines drawn on her skin as if I were a fortune teller. -Me neither.- I whisper. -I've never given my heart to anyone either, not voluntarily… but it was yours anyway, ever since I've known you.- she gasps. We're competing to see who shoot biggest, and I don't give a damn who will win.

-Well, then you know how dangerous it is. How scary it is.- I nod. She leans her head on my shoulder, and it's not exactly the most comfortable position in the world, but inside I'm salsa dancing.

-Penelope?- I call her, after what seems like a century. She lifts her eyes to me. -Do you think that now can I…?- she senses what I can't say out loud, pulling me towards her, until our faces are practically stuck together. She gives me the last spur with a killer look. Hurry up, or do you really want me to change my mind? But it's her again, my Penelope. In any case, I decide not to risk my fate.

Her mouth fits perfectly on mine. Her fingers wander through my hair, my hands on her cheeks, as we moan in pleasure as we pass to the following step. -About time.- she exclaims, parting to catch her breath, before the next round.

Now I am sure that her lips will always be my personal paradise. And that she will be the place where I feel really safe. Things I've always known and that's why it hurt so much to see her deny my every step in her direction. Too much waste.

But now that doesn't matter anymore. What matters is that I know that she knows that I will be there for her through this process, that no matter what, I will be there, because this is my destiny. And she will be there for me, whether she decides to stay at the BAU or another job. No more secrets between us, and not even bricks.

And I'll come looking for you, because I feel good with you

Note: this story is based on my what if instead.

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Evening Wear {Dave Franco Oneshot}

Requested by: Anonymous Wordcount: 2618 Summary: On a snowy night, you and your husband Dave Franco venture out and share some tender moments. It just so happens to be caught, and brought up later on. Warning: A swear or two.

“Guys, it’s only a minute until midnight!” Your friend called out from the living room. You and Dave were in the kitchen, enjoying some of the snacks that had been put out for the grand New Years Eve party that your friends were throwing in their New York City penthouse. The large windows of the living room overlooked Times Square where you could see hundreds of people were gathered in the cold, snowy night to watch the Ball Drop. You could have stayed in LA with your friends and family there, but both you and James wanted to experience the chilly weather that New Years Eve should come with. You each grabbed your flutes of champagne, and walked towards the windows to see everything going on below. Snow fell in fat flakes from the sky down to the ground but you could still see everything with clarity. You were wearing your favorite evening gown, which was long enough to drape onto the floor and covered your arms with sleeves that were just warm enough - but you could forget the gown when Dave put his hand on the small of your back. That was all that you could feel. His fingers slid slightly against the fabric, and you wished for a moment that you were wearing nothing so you could feel his body heat against you. He himself was dressed up in a very nice suit, with his tie matching your dress. Without a doubt, you were the cutest couple at this party.

Everyone in the penthouse found their New Years Eve kiss partner - even a couple of people were stuck together by meddling friends, which was very amusing to you and Dave. As two people who were in love with each other, and still in the newlywed phase of your relationship, you thought that everyone deserved to feel this way with someone. You didn’t have to go looking for your partner, because Dave had stuck next to you throughout the night, only disappearing to go fetch you a refill on a drink.

“Five! Four!” One friend started, and then everyone joined in. “Three! Two! One - HAPPY NEW YEAR!”

With a dramatic sweep, Dave had his arm around your waist and dipped you close to the floor. You weren’t scared for an instant. You knew that he had a good grip on you and would never let you fall. He himself bent down low to press a kiss onto your lips only seconds after the ball had dropped. You smiled into the kiss, loving the way that his lips felt, how you could taste the champagne and the chocolates that he had been eating, that his musky cologne seemed to surround you and get caught onto your skin.

The kiss was the highlight of your night - so far. Not too long after, Dave called for his driver to come and pick the two of you up and return you to your own hotel room. Goodbyes were said, hugs and cheek pecks were given out and a couple of more laughs were had before the two of you bundled back up and went down the private elevator to get into the car. Snowflakes were still falling, and there were a lot of people walking home from Time’s Square. Of course, paparazzi still managed to catch the two of you and take a couple of shots of you getting into the back of the car, but that didn’t matter much. Being an actress, and one half of a hot celebrity couple made you well-adjusted to that sort of thing. Let them take pictures of you and your hubby looking amazing on a magical night! It was no trouble to you at all.

The streets were congested, however, and the driver warned you that it may take some time to get back to the hotel. Dave responded by telling him that it was no trouble at all, and that there was no rush. The champagne was still rushing through your head, making you feel bubbly and cheerful rather than tired. You laid your head down on Dave’s shoulder and started to press small kisses to his neck, tickling him, making him chuckle but he didn’t try to push you away. He retaliated by tickling your waist with his nimble fingers which caused you to double over in laughter. It was enough to bring a snort out of you, which made Dave laugh all the louder.

“Where are we?” Dave asked, looking out the window. He noticed that you’ve barely moved in the last half hour, but the windows were tinted so it was a bit harder to figure out exactly what was out there.

“Central Park.” The driver said, curtly. “It appears that there is an accident up ahead, we may not be moving for a while.”

“Keep the car warm for us,” Dave said, undoing his seatbelt. You asked him what he was doing but he didn’t answer. He opened the door and stepped out into the cold, and held his hand out to you in the way you imagined a prince doing to a princess in a fairytale. You reluctantly took it and found yourself out there as well, the wind blowing against your neck. Out here, everything seemed to be lit up.

“What are you doing?” You asked, letting go of his hand to wrap your arms around yourself. You didn’t expect to actually be outside in the cold weather long, and your gown wasn’t entirely appropriate against the elements. Dave took his suit jacket off and put it around your shoulders, bringing you a bit more warmth, thanks to his body heat.

“We’re going for a little walk,” He said, holding his arm out to you. You shook your head in disbelief at how foolish Dave sometimes could be. But that wide grin of his always pulled you in. You hooked your arm in his and followed the lights down the paths of Central Park.

The snow was more wet than fluffy at this point, and melted upon meeting the ground so it wasn’t packed around everywhere. It made walking much easier, though it did grow icy at some points. The Park wasn’t deserted, as you thought it may be around one thirty in the morning, but the people were few and far between. Under some of the colorful Christmas lights that were still strung up, Dave paused and looked around. He let go of you to shove his hands into his trouser pockets. “If you’re cold, we should go-” You started, but he cut you off with a kiss. “What was that for?” You asked, blinking flakes out of your eyes.

“I like the colors on you,” He grinned cheekily. “And you look adorable in my jacket.”

“Could you be anymore corny?” You laughed, looking down at the ground as the flush hit your cheeks. The cold might have held a hand in that but right now you were feeling toasty and warm.

“Hey there Chandler Bing, I’ll have you know-” Dave said, then cracked into his own laughter. The champagne was definitely hitting the two of you hard. “I’ll have you know that I can be really corny.”

“Prove it.” You challenged, folding your arms in front of your chest.

“Alright, here, look, look!” Dave said. He reached into the pocket of his jacket, which was still on you, and pulled out his phone. Pressing the button, he revealed his lock screen to you - which just so happened to be of you. “You’re my lock screen - and my home screen!” He unlocked the phone with his fingerprint then flipped it to show you your own face again. You brought your fingers to your lips as you giggled at his enthusiasm.

“That is pretty corny, Dave.” Your voice finally squeaked out between the giggles.

“Y/N, you have no idea how many corny things that I would do for you.” Dave put the phone in the back pocket of his trousers, walked up close to you, and entwined his fingers with yours. He leaned in forward, pressing his forehead against yours, the tips of your nose touching. “All these lights, but you’re the only one glowing.”

You laughed again at the corniness, but thought up something of your own. “All these plants but you’re the one smelling fresh.”

He laughed pretty hard at that one, grinning so much it looked like his face might start to hurt. He let go of one of your hands, but kept hold of the other one, and spun you like a princess right into your arms. He swept some hair out of your face so he could look at you more completely. He pressed a kiss on the tip of your nose, and then recoiled. “Holy shit - you’re fucking freezing!” He said, with a look of horror on his face.

“A little bit,” You said, noticing that your lips had started to tremble. Dave looked at you, sizing you up, then turned around and crouched down.

“Climb on!” He said, motioning you over. You laughed apprehensively this time, trying to remember how much he had to drink, but he kept encouraging you. Without much else left to do, you climbed onto his back, and wrapped your arms around his shoulders. He hiked up your legs, your dress draping between them, showing off the skin of your calves which immediately broke out in goosebumps. He carried you back the way that you two came, and to where the car had only moved a couple of inches. The driver rolled down his window to ask if you would like for him to open the door but Dave had already taken the liberty of doing so.

“It is so cold it there,” Dave said, closing the door behind him after the two of you had spilled into the back seat.

“That’s what you get for coming to New York in the winter,” The driver said with a thick accent, making the two of you giggle even further.

Despite, or maybe even because of, your little foray into Central Park, your New Years Eve was fantastic. Though, of course, now that the holiday was over, it was time to get busy again. Over Christmas and New Years Eve, you were on break from filming a movie, and on January second, you were expected to go right back to work and leave your husband to his own career. The airport was busy and the two of you reluctantly departed with a kiss to your separate terminals to catch your different planes. Whilst you were going to Vancouver to get back to shooting your new movie, Dave was going to LA to film a talk show, and then spend a little time with his brother before going to some auditions.

Your flight was long, but it was smooth. The couple who were seated next to you recognized you and you gratefully gave them an autograph on a napkin, a selfie and engaged in some conversation during the flight. Dave was brought up, of course, and you were happy to say that you two spent New Year Eve together and that he was doing really well. Unless they got creepy and grabby, you were happy to talk to fans and thought it was really sweet when they asked how your relationship was doing.

Oh, it was also nice because you adored gushing over your husband. It was such an easy thing to do.

“I hope you have a nice evening!” The couple said to you when you had to separate at customs. “And we’ll definitely be seeing your movie when it comes out!”

You smiled widely an waved them goodbye while heading out into the Vancouver sunshine. Granted, it was still freezing cold and there was a layer of snow over just about everything, but at least the sun was shining. You thanked God for little miracles.

You took a cab to the set and gave a generous tip for the driver’s silence, then made your way to the trailer. Nothing has changed, which was a good thing, for it meant that no one came around snooping. Dave’s picture was framed on the small table beside your bed - you liked doing things old school sometimes. After making sure everything was alright, you went to find the producer to find out what was needed for the day.

Turning on the TV, you yawned as you settled into your mattress. Jimmy Fallon’s face took up the screen and you knew you had the right channel. Your eyelids felt heavy from a long afternoon and evening on set, but you made sure to stay awake, at least until your husband’s interview was done. After what felt like a long introduction, Dave finally strode onto the stage with a big grin on his face and shook Jimmy’s hand.

Dave was wearing the shirt you gave him for Christmas and holy heck, did he ever look amazing. You sat up, feeling a bit more awake now, but that wasn’t the only thing you were feeling. You may only have left him this morning but you missed him terribly. You breathed out a sigh as you brought your pillow onto your lap and tuned out the rest of the world to only pay attention to the television.

“You’re here because you have a new movie coming out but there’s something else that we’d like to talk to you about...” Jimmy said, looking around to build up the suspense.

“What did James do now?” Dave joked, making the crowd, Jimmy, and even you start to laugh. It was true - James was a bit of a weird guy and it usually was up to Dave to try to explain things.

“Nothing in public,” Jimmy said, still cracking up. “We want to talk to you about New Years Eve.”

You furrowed your eyebrows at the mention of that night. You had been with Dave the whole time, so there was certainly no scandal there. What could Jimmy possibly want to talk about involving that night? But you knew right away when a picture of the two of you in the park. His expression was so on display - the look of love in his eyes as apparent as the falling snow - that you flushed even remembering that night.

The camera panned back to Dave who was seen grinning like a fool. “That was a great night, Jimmy.”

Another picture went up on the screen of the two of you kissing. An ‘aww’ came from the audience this time. “Not sure if that’s how you two usually dress for the weather.” Jimmy chuckled. A third picture, this one clearly showing off how his jacket was draped around your shoulders, was shown off.

“Actually, I have a question for you,” Dave said, adjusting himself on the couch to try to hide how red his face was.

“What’s that?” Jimmy couldn’t help asking.

“Can I get a copy of those? They’re really great.” He continued to grin as the host laughed, and agreed that he would try to get a hold of the photographer to get some prints of those photos.

You giggled and pressed your hand against your mouth as the interview went on. You definitely needed a copy of those photos for your own collection. It was just too bad that it was too late to use them for a Christmas Card because they were the sweetest thing you’ve ever seen.

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Jack Wilder - Now You See Me

A/N: Honestly I used to hate this but after some heavy editing it kinda grew on me and I kinda really like it now... Who knows, maybe you will too! ^-^

- - -

A series of knocks immediately brought me to my feet.

“Coming!”

I swung the door to my side to reveal a young man, hunched, clutching his side. He looked up at me through a lock of hair that had fallen over his eyes. He winced and clutched his side. My eyes flickered down to find blood seeping through his fingers.

My eyes widened. “Jack, holy shi-”

“Yeah, I know, it’s bad…,” he said in a strained voice, cutting me off. He gestured to the inside of my house. “Can we just…?”

I shook my head at him, my eyes narrowed. “I hate you. So, so freaking much,” I mutter in a dangerous tone, just enough for him to hear. Despite my frustrations, I stepped outside, taking his wrist and slinging his arm over my shoulder. I gripped his waist and helped him limp into the house.

“Laying down,” I ordered, lifting his arm from my shoulders. He proceeded to get down on the couch before I stopped him, shaking my head and wagging a finger at him. “Ah, ah. Shirt’s gotta come off first.”

He let out a hollow chuckle, making himself wince. “You could’ve asked before I’d lost two pints of blood.”

I rolled my eyes. “No laughing, Wilder. It speeds up the heart rate, makes you lose more blood,” I said blandly as I opened my first aid kit from the drawer.

“Sorry to break it to you, princess, but that’s not the only reason my heart rate’s going up,” he said cheekily.

I shook my head. “You really have lost a lot of blood.”

He didn’t say anything. I turned around to find him sprawled out on the couch with exhaustion, still clutching his side, his head to the side and his eyes closed, trying his best to control his breathing. As bitter as I was at him, I still felt equally sympathetic; he really was in pain.

I took my materials and sat down with them in front of him on the hard wood floor. I took his wrist and checked his pulse while subconsciously running my fingers through the front of his hair. I concentrated on his pulse as I studied his face. I finished counting his pulse. An abnormally quick heart rate… hmm…

He groaned and turned his head, opening his eyes with a struggle as if I were shining a blinding light in them. His gaze met mine and a strained, playful smile graced his lips.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” He asked.

My eyebrows furrowed. “Like what?”

“Like that.”

I shook my head once again. Must be the blood loss talking.

My eyes traveled to his side where his hand still lay clenched. I gingerly placed my own hand on his, glancing at him. “Can I see?”

As a response he lifted his hand, which I could see was shaking as it traveled through he air. A pang of sympathy thudded against my heart.

I studied the wound for a second before fishing around for the supplies to treat it.

“Third degree trauma wound. Cut from a knife?” I asked, pulling out a numbing injection.

“Yeah, I got- woah, hold on a minute, doc,” he said, his eyes wide as he peered at the needle. “Can we talk about thi-“

“Look, you don’t want me dressing a wound like that without numbing it,” I explained, pulling out a gauze and smearing alcohol on the skin right next to the huge gash.

“Yeah, okay, just make it quick,” he said, turning his head again and squeezing his eyes shut.

As fast as the needle entered his skin, it left just as quickly. I glanced at Jack, who still had his eyes squinted together as tight as he could.

“I’m done now, genius,” I told him, cracking a small smile. My bitterness was quickly fading away; it was hard to stay mad at him for long.

He cracked an eye open, then quickly both of them when he realized the needle was well away from him. “Oh- right, uh, yeah, I know, ” he replied. “Just testing you.”

“Right,” I nodded, raising my eyebrows in a sarcastic way.

I wasted no time in proceeding to clean the wound. I was about halfway done with the stitching when he broke the silence.

“I’m sorry,” he said simply.

I took a brief pause to send him a questioning look.

I went back to work, still talking. “For?”

“Working you like this. Showing up at your house at midnight to get stitches. It’s not fair to you.”

I shrugged. “Just part of the job, I guess.” A brief silence passed before I let out a short laugh. “But I do have to admit, as much as you get yourself hurt you’d think you’d know how to stitch yourself up by now.”

“Well, maybe you should teach me?”

I shrugged again. “It’s not too hard. Kinda like knitting I guess. Here, watch.” I leaned in close to show him. I tied off the end of the stitches in slow motion so he could see what was happening. As I finished, I glanced up at him to find his attention intently trained on me. I didn’t fail to notice that his face was particularly close to mine. I let out a slightly nervous laugh.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

He grinned. “Funny, I asked you the same question just five minutes ago.”

“Okay, yeah, but why?”

Then he grinned even wider. And, as if to answer my question, he propped himself on his elbows and tilted his head forward, just enough to close the gap between us.

I couldn’t comprehend it at first, but as quickly as I tensed up, I relaxed. In one hand I accidentally dropped my tweezers on his chest, abandoning them for a hand in his hair. However, it seemed as if as soon as we kissed, we broke apart. I opened my eyes to find that same silly grin spread across his face.

I guess that’s why.

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Jack Wilder - Now You See Me (2)

A/N: I planned this to be just really short and simple, but it kept going and going and it’s cute and makes me happy, so I wrote it anyways. Oh well.

- - -

I heard the frantic scratching of the key against the door knob outside my apartment. I immediately stood up, making my way around the couch. Just as the door was in my sights, it swung open, revealing a disheveled, panicked Jack.

His eyes were wider than usual and his hair was messy, appearing as if he’d been constantly running his hands through it. He rushed towards me.

“Jack, what’s wrong?” I asked him with concern. When he reached me, he placed his hands on each of my shoulders, meeting my eyes with a pleading expression.

“I’m sorry, but… I need a huge favor,” he started.

“Uh, yeah, okay?”

“I need to stay the night, and maybe a few more, I don’t really know yet.”

I shrugged. “What’s such a big deal about that? You’ve stayed over plenty of times.”

It was true - I had been friends with him through thick and thin, even when he had nowhere else to go. Despite his newfound fame with the Horsemen, he had been living off his tricks and cons for a while, so unfortunately his sleep-overs weren’t an unfamiliar event.

“This time it’s different,” he said with a little more panic. “The police they’re… they’re after me. I- I’m scared, Y/N, I don’t want to-”

“Hey, hey,” I said, cutting him off and placing a hand on the side of his head. I brushed my thumb over his cheek and met his eyes with as much intensity as I could, almost if I were trying to send all my assurance through them to him. “You’re going to be okay, you hear me? Everything’s gonna be fine, we’ll figure it out.”

He reluctantly nodded, swallowing. The panic in his eyes seemed to lessen by a fraction.

I tore my gaze away from his to glance at the clock hanging on the kitchen wall.

I turned back to him. “It’s late, we should get to sleep… You look like you need it.”

- - -

I grabbed a pillow from my bedroom closet and padded back into the living area. There I found Jack lying on top of the blankets, his eyes closed, his head turned sideways on the armrest.

My heart skipped a beat. He was as peaceful and as handsome as ever.

I quietly tip-toed across the wooden floor so as not to wake him up. I bent over him and slowly and gently slid my hand under his neck. I tried my best to tilt his head just enough to wedge a pillow between him and the armrest, but before I could, his eyes fluttered open. He let out a light chuckle and raised his head up the rest of the way, allowing me to place the pillow behind him.

He gave me a sleepy smile as his head sank into the pillow and I leaned away from over him.

“Thought you could sneak past me, huh?” He said in a slightly raspy, tired voice - no doubt from his deep nap that he was previously in.

“I didn’t want to wake you. I figured you must be really tired out.”

He shrugged a shoulder. “Not tired enough to miss out on seeing my favorite person in the whole wide world,” he says with a wider, more charming smile - the kind that he used so often in his performances to make the audience swoon.

I returned a smile that stretched all the way across my now lightly blushed cheeks. My eyes flickered between each of his warm brown eyes, which had that playful gleam in them as they so often did. I watched him smile just a bit wider, not taking his eyes off mine.

I shrugged as shoulder. “Yeah, well, I can wait, I’m not that important.” I reached up my hand and combed my fingers through his soft, brown hair. “You should get to sleep.”

I expect for him to make up another comment or start another conversation, but he doesn’t. Instead he just sits there in front of me; he studies my face intently.

I give him a questioning look and tilt my head. “What?”

He shakes his head. “You were wrong.”

“About what?”

“You said you weren’t that important. You were wrong. You’re so important. To me, at least.”

I give him a sweet smile. “I’m not the only one. You’re important to me too, you know.”

He smiles, but after a few seconds it fades. He doesn’t say anything. A comfortable moment of silence passes between us; we search each other’s eyes and it seems as if we’re lost in time. I’m not exactly sure how many seconds pass, but finally he moves, pulling me out of my reverie; he lifts his hand and brushes his fingers though my hair, plays around with it, twists it this way and that. A few more seconds pass.

His eyes bore into mine. “Y/N?”

“Mmm?”

His mouth opens slightly for a fraction of a second, almost as if he’s going to stop himself, but he continues. “I think I love you.”

My heart leaps, skipping a beat. “You do?”

He gives a small nod. “I do.”

My eyes flicker all around his face - to his nose, his cheeks, his lips, and once again his eyes. I take in as much as I can, but however much it is, it’s never enough. I smile.

“I think I love you too.”

And with a smile equally as wide as mine, he tilts his head forward just enough to press a kiss to my lips. It’s gentle, it’s sweet, it’s compassionate; it’s everything that makes me go crazy and everything that makes my head spin. It’s everything that makes me crave more, and everything that makes me more and more sure that I love him with all my heart.

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