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Entry tags:
Lean On Me
Title: Lean On Me
Author: [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com]
Rating: PG
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fic_variations Prompt/Claim: Numb Stella Bonasera/Sheldon Hawkes (#6 complete)
Words: 463
Spoilers: CSI: NY Episode 3x16: Heart of Glass
Disclaimer: Not my characters, not trying to step on toes, just having fun.
Warnings: n/a
Author's Notes: ”Stella, you're bleeding!” // “Don't touch me! Hawkes, don't touch me!”
Stella sat on her couch, knees hugged to her chest. The cut on her wrist still ached. Throbbed. The cut on her forehead. Her eyes closed.
She didn't know what to think.
Three months.
A loud knock came at the door and made her jump. She got up and moved to the door, looking through the peephole first. She frowned slightly and pulled the door open to see Hawkes on the other side, his arms crossed and his eyes dark.
“Sheldon..”
“Don't touch you?” His brow rose. He wasn't yelling, but his voice wasn't soft, and it wasn't him.
Shit. Her eyes closed for a moment, but then she looked at him. “It wasn't...I didn't mean anything by it.”
He shook his head, not listening. “I know this isn't something to show at work, but don't you think that was a bit extreme?”
“No. You...” her hand moved out for his arm, but he pulled away. “Please just let me explain.”
“I don't like being treated that way,” he said.
“I know. Will you please...come in.” She watched him softly, begging. She'd never intended to hurt his feelings, it had been a gut reaction. Protection.
He moved past her gently and stepped inside, but kept his arms crossed and kept his distance. She sighed and shut the door, breathing for a moment before turning back to him. She tugged the sleeve of her shirt up to show the bandage off. His stance changed and he moved forward to take her arm. She caught his hand and pulled it away, but held onto it.
“When I was processing the Gable crime scene, I cut myself. A piece of glass...I dropped it, I don't know. But I cut myself.” She looked into his eyes as they turned into concern.
“Wait, but...Gable. He was-”
“HIV positive,” she nodded. She bit her lips together.
“Stell,” his voice went to that soft, gentle place and his arm moved to her waist. “You know you have to get tested. Talk to Mac.”
“I know. I...I got tested. The first answer is I'm fine, but-”
“There's a window,” he nodded. He sighed and glanced at her forehead. “And..that's why...” he pulled her closer and held her. “I'm sorry. I shouldn't have gotten angry like that.”
She chuckled against his shoulder and moved her arms around him. “You call that anger?”
He smirked and rubbed her back. “Are you okay?”
“I will be. As long as we are.”
“Of course we are,” he murmured, kissing her neck gently. She sighed against him. In that moment, it finally felt like they were there. There in that place they'd been so careful to get themselves to. And it made her feel good. Happy.
the end
Author: [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com]
Rating: PG
fic_variations Prompt/Claim: Numb Stella Bonasera/Sheldon Hawkes (#6 complete)Words: 463
Spoilers: CSI: NY Episode 3x16: Heart of Glass
Disclaimer: Not my characters, not trying to step on toes, just having fun.
Warnings: n/a
Author's Notes: ”Stella, you're bleeding!” // “Don't touch me! Hawkes, don't touch me!”
Stella sat on her couch, knees hugged to her chest. The cut on her wrist still ached. Throbbed. The cut on her forehead. Her eyes closed.
She didn't know what to think.
Three months.
A loud knock came at the door and made her jump. She got up and moved to the door, looking through the peephole first. She frowned slightly and pulled the door open to see Hawkes on the other side, his arms crossed and his eyes dark.
“Sheldon..”
“Don't touch you?” His brow rose. He wasn't yelling, but his voice wasn't soft, and it wasn't him.
Shit. Her eyes closed for a moment, but then she looked at him. “It wasn't...I didn't mean anything by it.”
He shook his head, not listening. “I know this isn't something to show at work, but don't you think that was a bit extreme?”
“No. You...” her hand moved out for his arm, but he pulled away. “Please just let me explain.”
“I don't like being treated that way,” he said.
“I know. Will you please...come in.” She watched him softly, begging. She'd never intended to hurt his feelings, it had been a gut reaction. Protection.
He moved past her gently and stepped inside, but kept his arms crossed and kept his distance. She sighed and shut the door, breathing for a moment before turning back to him. She tugged the sleeve of her shirt up to show the bandage off. His stance changed and he moved forward to take her arm. She caught his hand and pulled it away, but held onto it.
“When I was processing the Gable crime scene, I cut myself. A piece of glass...I dropped it, I don't know. But I cut myself.” She looked into his eyes as they turned into concern.
“Wait, but...Gable. He was-”
“HIV positive,” she nodded. She bit her lips together.
“Stell,” his voice went to that soft, gentle place and his arm moved to her waist. “You know you have to get tested. Talk to Mac.”
“I know. I...I got tested. The first answer is I'm fine, but-”
“There's a window,” he nodded. He sighed and glanced at her forehead. “And..that's why...” he pulled her closer and held her. “I'm sorry. I shouldn't have gotten angry like that.”
She chuckled against his shoulder and moved her arms around him. “You call that anger?”
He smirked and rubbed her back. “Are you okay?”
“I will be. As long as we are.”
“Of course we are,” he murmured, kissing her neck gently. She sighed against him. In that moment, it finally felt like they were there. There in that place they'd been so careful to get themselves to. And it made her feel good. Happy.
the end