This is where I'll herd the random one-shots, or hopefully sow inspirational sprouts. I'll try and provide an adequate descriptive summary as an a/n at the start of each chapter, and if anything's drastically sad, I'll place a warning. I have no concrete plans for this; anything happens, anything goes - well, not anything. Rating won't vary.
No plot really - just wanted some lines out, and some warm fuzzy feelings.
I had seen a post on Tumblr, started a little something at the bottom, and I had needed to finish it, so I brought it here. Just a fast, strange little thing. Note: that was the description then, and will be the description for the summary now - yes, it's a re-upload.
She holds onto the hand that reaches for hers – Jane's. [Note: A really important a/n rests or lies, at the bottom of chapter one.]
The reason is simple - the body is not that of any Doe.
Sometimes maybe - the darkness is just seeking, desperately, for light. [A/N: I'm not sure if there are triggers but, it seems dark (to me) and I'll just rate this 'M' to be on the safe side.]
She wants to hear her calling out her name.
But that time has since passed; it has come and gone, and her best friend looks happy, her best friend looks so happy.
Maura comes into the room with her picnic pants - Lotta Jansdotter - and Jane suggests naughty twister but, Maura has no idea what twister is so...Jane explains the game to her.
It's the person, not the location. It's the person, definitely the person, and hardly ever the location. Child Jane, and child Maura, meet in a place where I suppose, is scientifically impossible, and they have adventures together.
An AU of how Frank never accepted Jane's sexuality, revolving around certain lines of a scene which were made into a gifset. [A/N has credit mentions; important.]
The idea and words here, are just special to me; with quotes from the show interwoven into it - making Rizzles (Jane and Maura) and love.
Jane places the shovel down and stands, padding away the snow on her pants. [A/N: Here's a warning: Genre denotes 'Hurt/Comfort' and if you don't want hurt, don't bother with this story. Thank you.]
Self-taken on Tumblr challenges. Those gif sets with opportunities to write stories underneath, the stories go here; stories would be titled via chapters I suppose.
Jane sort of sitting/laying on the couch reading the paper with her arms around Maura, who is sitting on top of Jane, kind of molded together. Maura occasionally swings her feet into Jane's shins and apologizes, while Jane places a kiss on her shoulder to signify that she's forgiven.
There was this Tumblr thing that went around some time back, with Maura having ingested Marijuana, and so, these chapters were just my attempts at keeping a story going. The a/n at the bottom of chapter one might be of interest to you if you choose to read this; it's also where the crediting happens - and that's important.
Jane sitting on the couch, intensely watching a Red Sox game while her three-year-old daughter sits on her lap, playing a game on Maura's iPad with the same intense look on her face. All while Maura stands in the doorway and snaps a picture of her two favorite people.
Jane decides to marry Casey, and Maura gets fed up with Jane doing stupid stuff, so she goes off to Ethiopia before the wedding. Jane is married, Maura is working with Ian in Ethiopia. Jane is miserable without her best friend. Maura is miserable without hers.
Jane is tossed into WitSec after an unfortunate accident involving the mob. Maura, heartbroken, runs away and becomes a kindergarten school teacher. When years later, a child comes in named after Maura but looks suspiciously like Jane, will Maura have stumbled onto something?
They meet. At the park bench, they meet.