procellous

A Jane/Lisbon Story

By Brown Eyes Parker

Summary:

What if Lisbon had honored Jane's wish to just let him be happy, and she hadn't taken him to his home in Malibu? What if he woke up one year later with all his memories intact? Post-Fugue in Red.

Warnings:

Spoilers for 4x10, Fugue in Red, don't read this if you haven't seen it yet.

Prologue:

I hear you're living out of state

Running in a whole new scene

You know I haven't slept in weeks

You're the only thing I see

I'm a satellite heart

Lost in the dark

I'm spun out so far

You stop, I start

But I'll true to you

Satellite Heart, Anya Marina_

Procellous (proh-SEL-uhs): Stormy, as the sea

He woke up in a strange bedroom with a splitting headache and now recollection of how he had gotten there. There was a woman, blonde, curvy and beautiful, curled up beside him. He vaguely remembered picking her up at a bar the night before. She had said that her name was Allegra, she had been all looks and no depth.

None of this mattered though, all he could think about was his vivid dreams from the night before. Dreams about bloody smiley faces and the mangled, unrecognizable bodies of people that he had once claimed as family. Dreams of a pretty brunette with kind, emerald green eyes, she had had faith in him once upon a time. . . and they had been best friends.

A wave of nausea hit him as he realized that these images weren't dreams at all, they were a very real part of his life. But for some reason he had forgotten about them, he had forgotten about them for a long time. He bit back an anguished cry before he leaned over the side of the bed and vomited violently.

The retching sound woke Allegra up. "Did you just throw up? This carpet is brand-new!"

"Sorry," he croaked as he rolled out the bed . "Will you do me a huge favor and call the CBI? Ask for Teresa Lisbon, have her come here if you need to. . . but just get her for me!"

With these final words, he fled to the room attached to the master suite. He knew it was the bathroom because he had used it the night before.

A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door and Allegra stepped in, eyeing him disdainfully. "Here . . this Teresa Lisbon person wants to talk to you."

"Lisbon?" He breathed into the phone. "Yes I remember, I remember everything. . . please come and see me. No, I don't know where I am. . . I just need you, please come as soon as you can."

TBC. . .

Author's Note:

I got this idea from a Twitter conversation I had with moon0xgyn. We both think that Lisbon did the right thing by taking Jane to his home in Malibu; we think he'd be more devastated if he woke up a year later and realized that he had lost EVERYTHING! I just wanted to explore what could have happened if Lisbon had honored Jane's wishes to let him be happy. Tell me what you think; I'll post more after I finish "A Boyfriend for Christmas" because this story is still a work in progress and I'm not really good at balancing posting two things at the same time. I just wanted to get what I had written posted while it's still relevant.

Love,

Holly December 17, 2011_

P.S

If you could remember to keep friends of mine in your thoughts and prayers, it would really be appreciated. They just lost their father last night, and its eight days until Christmas.