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Fresh Thyme 1: Where to Begin
Author: Kat
Title: Where to Begin
Story: Shine Like It Does
Colors: Fresh thyme 1 (wake up call)
Supplies and Materials: Graffiti (Lilith Faire day 1 Criminal, Fiona Apple), parchment (almost exactly a year, actually; about three days over)
Word Count: 630
Rating: PG-13 for swearing
Summary: What's Miranda supposed to do with this?
Warning: none
Notes: Someone tried to kill Miranda; this scene takes place in the hospital after she's recovered a little.
"He's been here the whole time," Jack told her, rocking back and forth in the chair beside her bed. "He hasn't come in since you woke up, but he's been here."
And just what the hell was Miranda supposed to do with that?
She dumped Peter. She was cruel when she did it. He should be cursing her name, and instead he was sitting in a hospital waiting room to find out if she was all right. More than that, maybe- she had a hazy memory, or dream, of his hand on her face.
"Please don't be stupid about this," Jack said. Which was fucking rich coming from her feckless little brother, but... not wrong.
"I won't," she said, and hoped it was true.
He was still here. He was still here. She'd said awful, cruel, horrible things to him, and he was still here. She couldn't understand it.
"I think you're about to be stupid about this," Jack said.
Miranda was still too weak and too drugged to strangle her brother, but the death glare she gave him must have given the message, because he sat back and held his hands up. "Okay, okay, but don't do it. You've already fucked it up, just don't fuck it up more."
"And what exactly are you afraid I'll do?" she snapped.
Jack sighed. "Miranda. You're in love with him. Are you going to tell me you're not?"
She should. She knew better, but telling Jack the truth would only make him hound her more. She was already so confused- the morphine did not help- she could not seem to stop her mind running in circles. She pushed Peter out of her life. She hurt him deeply doing it. People she hurt did not come back. And yet... he was still here.
"Okay," Jack said, "gonna take silence as a no. You're in love with him. You broke up with him for reasons I'm sure made sense to you. You-"
"You know what I am," she said, sharply. "You know what I do to people who love me."
She hurt them. Over and over. She let them slice themselves open on her jagged edges until they had no love left for her, and she did not even try to bind up the wounds, because she didn't know how. Only Jack and Charlotte stayed with her- and her uninjured parents, but they never wanted to see her dark side. Only Jack and Charlotte really knew her and loved her in spite of it.
Jack finally stopped rocking back and forth and gave her a long, thoughtful look. "Well, yes," he said, and she braced for whatever he was going to say. Charlotte would try to be kind but that was not how she and Jack were with one another. What came next would be blunt and painful, not that she deserved any less.
"I do know you," he went on. "I know you'd die for the people you love. I know you'd tear your own life apart and think it was right. I know you don't think you're a good person, and I know you're wrong about that. And I know you deserve good things."
Miranda could not look at him anymore. She stared up at the ceiling, her throat tight.
"Miracita," Jack said, softly. "Por favor."
"He shouldn't forgive me," she said.
"Find out if he will. Please." He hesitated, then added, "Para mí."
Fuck Jack anyway. She closed her eyes. "I'm tired."
Jack sighed, but leaned over and kissed her forehead. "Okay. Te amo, Miracita. Rest now."
"Te amo," she whispered. He got up, footsteps sounding towards the door, and before he could open it she blurted, "I will. Prometo."
Her brother didn't answer her, but she knew he was smiling.
Title: Where to Begin
Story: Shine Like It Does
Colors: Fresh thyme 1 (wake up call)
Supplies and Materials: Graffiti (Lilith Faire day 1 Criminal, Fiona Apple), parchment (almost exactly a year, actually; about three days over)
Word Count: 630
Rating: PG-13 for swearing
Summary: What's Miranda supposed to do with this?
Warning: none
Notes: Someone tried to kill Miranda; this scene takes place in the hospital after she's recovered a little.
"He's been here the whole time," Jack told her, rocking back and forth in the chair beside her bed. "He hasn't come in since you woke up, but he's been here."
And just what the hell was Miranda supposed to do with that?
She dumped Peter. She was cruel when she did it. He should be cursing her name, and instead he was sitting in a hospital waiting room to find out if she was all right. More than that, maybe- she had a hazy memory, or dream, of his hand on her face.
"Please don't be stupid about this," Jack said. Which was fucking rich coming from her feckless little brother, but... not wrong.
"I won't," she said, and hoped it was true.
He was still here. He was still here. She'd said awful, cruel, horrible things to him, and he was still here. She couldn't understand it.
"I think you're about to be stupid about this," Jack said.
Miranda was still too weak and too drugged to strangle her brother, but the death glare she gave him must have given the message, because he sat back and held his hands up. "Okay, okay, but don't do it. You've already fucked it up, just don't fuck it up more."
"And what exactly are you afraid I'll do?" she snapped.
Jack sighed. "Miranda. You're in love with him. Are you going to tell me you're not?"
She should. She knew better, but telling Jack the truth would only make him hound her more. She was already so confused- the morphine did not help- she could not seem to stop her mind running in circles. She pushed Peter out of her life. She hurt him deeply doing it. People she hurt did not come back. And yet... he was still here.
"Okay," Jack said, "gonna take silence as a no. You're in love with him. You broke up with him for reasons I'm sure made sense to you. You-"
"You know what I am," she said, sharply. "You know what I do to people who love me."
She hurt them. Over and over. She let them slice themselves open on her jagged edges until they had no love left for her, and she did not even try to bind up the wounds, because she didn't know how. Only Jack and Charlotte stayed with her- and her uninjured parents, but they never wanted to see her dark side. Only Jack and Charlotte really knew her and loved her in spite of it.
Jack finally stopped rocking back and forth and gave her a long, thoughtful look. "Well, yes," he said, and she braced for whatever he was going to say. Charlotte would try to be kind but that was not how she and Jack were with one another. What came next would be blunt and painful, not that she deserved any less.
"I do know you," he went on. "I know you'd die for the people you love. I know you'd tear your own life apart and think it was right. I know you don't think you're a good person, and I know you're wrong about that. And I know you deserve good things."
Miranda could not look at him anymore. She stared up at the ceiling, her throat tight.
"Miracita," Jack said, softly. "Por favor."
"He shouldn't forgive me," she said.
"Find out if he will. Please." He hesitated, then added, "Para mí."
Fuck Jack anyway. She closed her eyes. "I'm tired."
Jack sighed, but leaned over and kissed her forehead. "Okay. Te amo, Miracita. Rest now."
"Te amo," she whispered. He got up, footsteps sounding towards the door, and before he could open it she blurted, "I will. Prometo."
Her brother didn't answer her, but she knew he was smiling.
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