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helsinkibaby) wrote2008-09-24 09:40 pm
helsinkibaby) wrote2008-09-24 09:40 pm
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Fic: Rewriting a Fairytale, Criminal Minds, JJ/Hotch, PG, 876 words
Title: Rewriting a Fairytale
Author: helsinkibaby
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Pairing: JJ/Hotch
Rating: PG
Spoilers: None, and gleefully AU.
Word Count: 876
Notes: For the [Bad username or site: writers choice @ livejournal.com] challenge 272 “look”.
They are all used to looking at JJ. After all, she’s the one who takes the lead in presenting every new case, the one that appears in front of the television cameras, even if she’s the one who can hardly stand to actually look at herself on tv, but who, on a good day when the danger is past, stands there and smiles as the rest of the team good-naturedly critique her performance.
They are used to looking at JJ when she is active and engaged, talking to them, listening to them, laughing with them.
They are not used to looking at her like this, lying on a hospital bed, tubes and machines all around her. For all that, she looks like she could just be sleeping, a livid bruise on her temple the only outward mark of the accident that left her here. Reid, the driver of the SUV on the way back to the BAU, escaped with a broken arm and multiple bruises, sits beside Hotch, shifting uncomfortably every so often. Hotch hears Prentiss offer to ask the nurse for some painkillers for him, but Reid refuses.
“I’ll be fine,” he says, and Hotch doesn’t have to be a profiler to know that he’s lying. Reid won’t be fine – none of them will be fine – until JJ wakes up.
“You ever think we must have done something to piss the Almighty off?”
Morgan’s voice breaks the silence, but Hotch doesn’t look around. It’s Garcia who answers him, concern in her voice. “Why?”
“Think about it… Elle gets shot… you get shot… Reid gets taken hostage… we all almost get blown to kingdom come… now JJ…what did we do to deserve that kind of bad luck?”
“You’re forgetting something.” Garcia’s voice is oddly peaceful.
“And what would that be?”
“Elle, Reid, me… we’re still here. We’re all still here. And so’s JJ… she’s just asleep, that’s all. Waiting for her handsome prince.”
It could be his imagination, but Hotch fancies he hears a smile in her voice, and he’s damn sure he’s not imagining her eyes boring into his back.
“You looking for volunteers sweetness?” Hotch can hear Morgan’s grin, hears Garcia’s hand making contact with his shoulder.
“You’re not her prince,” she points out, this time with a definite grin in her voice, and Hotch can’t look around, because either Morgan’s face is knowing or mystified, and while the latter is acceptable, he doesn’t want to know if it’s the former.
Whatever Morgan might have replied is lost as a new sound enters the room, and Hotch starts as if electrified. It was a soft groan, coming from the figure on the bed, and as he stands, leans over her, he sees her eyelids are twitching.
“JJ?” He’s dimly aware of Prentiss leaving the room to fetch the doctor, of the rest of the team standing behind him. His attention is only for JJ, and he reaches out a hand, tucking a strand of hair back behind her ear, letting it linger there. “Come on JJ… look at me…” His hand lingers on her cheek, fingers brushing her skin, and for once, he doesn’t care about how this looks, is sick of hiding what they’ve become. “Open your eyes, that’s it… look at me…”
It seems like forever before he sees blue, and her lips part to form the word, “Hotch…”
A laugh of pure relief leaves his lips. “I’m here…you’re in the hospital, you’re going to be fine…”
“Reid?”
At her question, the other man leans in, and Hotch lets him. “I’m here JJ…” he tells her, and she visibly relaxes.
The doctor comes in then, shoos them all out, and when they’re waiting in the hallway, Hotch sees that both Reid and Morgan are ready to pounce on him with questions. He’s grateful that Prentiss and Garcia keep them on a tight leash, and when the doctor comes out, they all but order the other two men to let Hotch go in on his own.
JJ is lying still, eyes closed, but they open when she hears the door close, and her lips curl into a smile when she sees him on his own. He crosses to her bedside without a word, sits on the edge and takes her hand in his, and if the team are looking in through the window, he doesn’t care. “You don’t ever frighten me like that again,” he orders, and she chuckles.
“Yes Sir,” she says, squeezing his hand as she glances towards the window. “I take it our secret is out?”
He follows her gaze, and as he expected, the team is there, not even trying to hide their interest. “You know, there really were easier ways to clue them in,” he tells her, and her eyes dance.
“That you’re my handsome prince you mean?”
“You could hear us?” She nods, the motion dislodging a strand of hair, and just like he did earlier, he brushes it back behind her ear, letting his touch linger. “Well, you know what they say about the handsome prince and the sleeping beauty, don’t you?” When she shakes her head, eyes still dancing, he leans forward, answering her right before his lips meet hers.
“They lived happily ever after.”
Author: helsinkibaby
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Pairing: JJ/Hotch
Rating: PG
Spoilers: None, and gleefully AU.
Word Count: 876
Notes: For the [Bad username or site: writers choice @ livejournal.com] challenge 272 “look”.
They are all used to looking at JJ. After all, she’s the one who takes the lead in presenting every new case, the one that appears in front of the television cameras, even if she’s the one who can hardly stand to actually look at herself on tv, but who, on a good day when the danger is past, stands there and smiles as the rest of the team good-naturedly critique her performance.
They are used to looking at JJ when she is active and engaged, talking to them, listening to them, laughing with them.
They are not used to looking at her like this, lying on a hospital bed, tubes and machines all around her. For all that, she looks like she could just be sleeping, a livid bruise on her temple the only outward mark of the accident that left her here. Reid, the driver of the SUV on the way back to the BAU, escaped with a broken arm and multiple bruises, sits beside Hotch, shifting uncomfortably every so often. Hotch hears Prentiss offer to ask the nurse for some painkillers for him, but Reid refuses.
“I’ll be fine,” he says, and Hotch doesn’t have to be a profiler to know that he’s lying. Reid won’t be fine – none of them will be fine – until JJ wakes up.
“You ever think we must have done something to piss the Almighty off?”
Morgan’s voice breaks the silence, but Hotch doesn’t look around. It’s Garcia who answers him, concern in her voice. “Why?”
“Think about it… Elle gets shot… you get shot… Reid gets taken hostage… we all almost get blown to kingdom come… now JJ…what did we do to deserve that kind of bad luck?”
“You’re forgetting something.” Garcia’s voice is oddly peaceful.
“And what would that be?”
“Elle, Reid, me… we’re still here. We’re all still here. And so’s JJ… she’s just asleep, that’s all. Waiting for her handsome prince.”
It could be his imagination, but Hotch fancies he hears a smile in her voice, and he’s damn sure he’s not imagining her eyes boring into his back.
“You looking for volunteers sweetness?” Hotch can hear Morgan’s grin, hears Garcia’s hand making contact with his shoulder.
“You’re not her prince,” she points out, this time with a definite grin in her voice, and Hotch can’t look around, because either Morgan’s face is knowing or mystified, and while the latter is acceptable, he doesn’t want to know if it’s the former.
Whatever Morgan might have replied is lost as a new sound enters the room, and Hotch starts as if electrified. It was a soft groan, coming from the figure on the bed, and as he stands, leans over her, he sees her eyelids are twitching.
“JJ?” He’s dimly aware of Prentiss leaving the room to fetch the doctor, of the rest of the team standing behind him. His attention is only for JJ, and he reaches out a hand, tucking a strand of hair back behind her ear, letting it linger there. “Come on JJ… look at me…” His hand lingers on her cheek, fingers brushing her skin, and for once, he doesn’t care about how this looks, is sick of hiding what they’ve become. “Open your eyes, that’s it… look at me…”
It seems like forever before he sees blue, and her lips part to form the word, “Hotch…”
A laugh of pure relief leaves his lips. “I’m here…you’re in the hospital, you’re going to be fine…”
“Reid?”
At her question, the other man leans in, and Hotch lets him. “I’m here JJ…” he tells her, and she visibly relaxes.
The doctor comes in then, shoos them all out, and when they’re waiting in the hallway, Hotch sees that both Reid and Morgan are ready to pounce on him with questions. He’s grateful that Prentiss and Garcia keep them on a tight leash, and when the doctor comes out, they all but order the other two men to let Hotch go in on his own.
JJ is lying still, eyes closed, but they open when she hears the door close, and her lips curl into a smile when she sees him on his own. He crosses to her bedside without a word, sits on the edge and takes her hand in his, and if the team are looking in through the window, he doesn’t care. “You don’t ever frighten me like that again,” he orders, and she chuckles.
“Yes Sir,” she says, squeezing his hand as she glances towards the window. “I take it our secret is out?”
He follows her gaze, and as he expected, the team is there, not even trying to hide their interest. “You know, there really were easier ways to clue them in,” he tells her, and her eyes dance.
“That you’re my handsome prince you mean?”
“You could hear us?” She nods, the motion dislodging a strand of hair, and just like he did earlier, he brushes it back behind her ear, letting his touch linger. “Well, you know what they say about the handsome prince and the sleeping beauty, don’t you?” When she shakes her head, eyes still dancing, he leans forward, answering her right before his lips meet hers.
“They lived happily ever after.”