A rather long while ago, I had started and ended 'Conversations' in a manner that alluded to a future writing out of how the getting better would work out so, here we are. Myself at the ready to look at my dark; with Rizzles as my compassionate counterparts. It had been through them then, my comfort and my calm. Similar endearing fluff, I do so hope. It has been, quite a while.
In Spongebob's voice: "What if Maura Isles, was a robot?" [Note: It's simply too overused - this joke - by me...and it has ceased to sound funny or amusing; yet, it's an adequate parameter to use as a summary - the line in quotation marks at least.]
Each chapter is a story written for each week of the rizzlesfanficchallenge and don't worry, the content rating doesn't vary. Genres however, might probably vary. As for the characters, I'll just select the main two.
Three different scenarios - each chapter is a scenario - all beginning with, "Eeey, you all's still together?" Giovanni asks. "This is mah' cousin, she's into chicks. You will get along," he gestures to his cousin.
Slowly but surely, Jane lifts the lid. Inside there's a simple manila envelope. It was addressed to her - Jane Rizzoli.
Jane's got Casey, her husband, at home, and Maura's got Angela at home, and Maura is completely disgusted with herself for letting her life turn into this, but she can't bring herself to break it off, even though she's slowly starting to hate Jane.
Tumblr Rizzlers suggested a story of, what if Jane and Maura had followed in their fathers' footsteps? Well, I took a shot at trying, and here it is: Jane's a plumber, and Maura's a mob boss.
It's once again, the whole theme of their - Jane and Maura - love withstanding the end of life. I just really like the idea of them being together still, even in the afterlife. Added too - them as mommies, which I really enjoy as well.
We write fanfics to have Rizzles - Jane and Maura - so, what if a shipper was the feature of this story? A shipper, who intervenes, who enters into the lives of Jane Rizzoli, and Maura Isles.
Child Jane and child Maura celebrate Halloween!
For forever and forever. [A/N: I've noticed my constant use of a character named 'Maurane' and, this story, explains how her name came to be. It's not a needed read but, I suppose, I should point out that this story explains her name and why I had the thought to create it when I had.]
Plays with the idea that italicizing certain words gives them emphasis; basically the same lines, but intent is to deliver different intents and variations. Rizzles of course, in varying situations.
April, pranks, and fun. It's nice to have someone there, and you just know - that's mostly the theme I suppose. Just a little fun on my part when I wrote it, and now that I've re-read it, tons of fluff.
When one finally says it, maybe the person would stay; it's alright to be afraid. [Part two; part one was 'To Africa Without You']
Sometimes, we lose someone, because we are simply too afraid; and we say nothing, instead of saying what we really wish to say. Other times, we say it all, and the person still does nothing at all. [Can be taken as a stand alone, or part one; part two is 'No Africa Just You']
A reinventing of sorts, of how the mattress scene could have gone. Things can change, can't they. Anything to get them - Jane and Maura - together too, I suppose.
Jane has a concussion, and things just start slipping out - absolutely anything that hits Jane's frontal lobe comes out, in a way that makes her more like Maura so even Maura might not completely notice - but Jane doesn't realize she's saying these things out loud, and everyone keeps trying to shuffle them around so they don't accidentally cross lines they don't mean to.
Our lives are like a pavement on a rainy day. [A/N: If you choose to read this, please peruse the a/n at the bottom of chapter one. Thank you.]
I'll file it all away, under - experiments; these conversations we seem to never actually have.
The night air is a little chilly.