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FIC: Addiction (5/7)
Title: Addiction (5/7)
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tromana
Rating: T
Characters: Jane/Lisbon Team
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: It starts off painfully simply, it always does. Every single day, in fact. Jane/Lisbon Friendship
Spoilers: 2x03 Red Badge, 2x10 Throwing Fire
Notes: Written forhoshinekoyasha who asked for a fic based on Lisbon and drugs overdose/reliance.
Previous parts: Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four
Part Five
She can hear the sounds of crockery clattering, water boiling and a certain someone tripping over her sneakers which she'd carelessly left in the middle of her kitchen floor.
In fact, it was him tripping over said shoes and the string of expletives that followed that had woken her up.
Sitting up, Lisbon notices a cup of now-cold tea to her left and pushes off the blanket that had been artfully draped across her torso. She'd like to stay laying here, cocooned in her various sheets, but really, she needs to go and investigate, before he does too much damage so instead, she finds herself wrapping her dressing gown tightly around her lithe form and padding downstairs.
Though she knows he's somewhat competent in the kitchen, it's entirely different seeing him in situ rather than hearing about it second hand. She would have been able to control her emotions, but it's the apron that gets to her most and she finds herself having to give in to the laughter. Jane spins around, wooden spoon in hand and shakes it at her in disgust. His soup isn't going to be ready for another ten minutes or so and he'd been hoping to wake her up with the nourishing meal rather than the noise he'd been making.
"Smells good," she states as she takes a seat at the dining table. "What is it?"
"Soup."
"I can see that."
"Chicken noodle," he expands while scrutinizing her disheveled appearance. She still looks pale and he has to fight the urge to place the back of his hand against her forehead to measure her temperature. "That okay?"
She shrugs noncommittally. It's ten p.m. and she isn't really in the mood for eating, but she doesn't appear to have any say in the matter. The insomniac wielding kitchen utensils at her is practically clucking like a mother hen around her, so she doesn't dare say anything to contradict him just yet. Lisbon figures that it's best just to be a good patient, do as she's told and then maybe, he might just give her 'permission' to go to work tomorrow. They eat quietly and once they have finished, Jane clears away the dishes before placing a blister pack of tablets in front of her. Lisbon picks them up nervously, fingering the silver foil and glancing at him, somewhat disconcerted.
"It's the migraine prophylaxis," Jane explains quickly. "We picked them up yesterday, remember?"
She nods quickly. Only problem is, she also remembers leaving them at work.
"You went through my desk?"
"Yes."
Lisbon sighs. She wants to be angry with him, really she does, but she just doesn't have the energy. Instead, she peers at the dosage and pops out one of the pink amitriptyline pills, staring at it bitterly. Though the she'd never had a problem taking the painkillers, because she thought they had been helping, there was something different about prescribed drugs. She's always thought of them as being something to be cautious of, more dangerous. Who knows what kind of damage those foreign chemicals can do to your body?
"Hmm… one of the common side-effects is headaches. Doesn't that defeat the objective?"
Jane glances up from the piece of paper that he had fished from out of the box and flashes her a quick smile. The list of common side effects is extensive and he'd been finding it quite interesting.
"Shut up, Jane."
Dispelling her thoughts and reminding herself that the medication has been designed to reduce the frequency of the dratted migraines, she grudgingly swallows it with a sip of water. She knows it's going to take some time to have any effect and that the dosage will slowly increase over time, but it's still something she wishes she didn't have to do.
"Do you have any idea what triggered the migraine?" he asks lightly as she places the glass of water back down. "Have you been keeping your migraine diary?"
Lisbon rolls her eyes in annoyance and crosses her arms in frustration. He may mean well, but she's still feeling a little peaky, even if the nausea has mercifully passed and the aura symptoms have ceased bothering her for now. Besides, she's fairly certain she knows what started it off and knows that he's not going to be best impressed.
"You skipped lunch, didn't you?"
With a sigh, she nods and Jane almost growls in frustration. For someone with so much time for other people and their needs, it annoys him that she woefully neglects her own so much.
"You know what the nurse said about skipping meals," he sighs and takes hold of her hand. "If you don't look after yourself…"
"Jane…"
"It's getting late, you should go back to bed."
"What am I? Twelve?" she finally snaps. "I don't need you looking after me."
"Well the evidence points to the contrary."
"I am fine."
She enunciates each and every word as clearly as possible. It's just a headache. You've never heard of anyone dying of a headache, they're just annoying. Rather like the consultant who is throwing dagger looks back in her direction. Eventually she just stands up, walks over to her front door and opens it wide open.
"I think you should leave now."
With a sigh, Jane just nods, picks up his jacket and leaves without another word. He could tell that the brunette's patience had been wearing thin and considering how little she usually had, he wasn't exactly surprised that she had snapped. Though he's saddened that she did resort to throwing him out of her home, he stands by what he said. Somebody needs to open her eyes and then hopefully, she might start actually looking after herself again. Then she may have a chance at recovering from the chronic headaches.
For a good five minutes, Lisbon leans up against her front door, trying to bring her breathing back under control. Not knowing what to do with herself following the outburst, she eventually wanders back upstairs, deciding that the washing up can wait until morning. She eventually flops on her bed once more, her body shaking with frustration. The argument was stupid, pathetic but she just couldn't stop herself from retaliating. He was just trying to be kind by bringing her home, making sure she was well fed and resting but she just had to throw it back in his face. Eventually, she just buries her head in her pillow, willing her mind to slow down for long enough to be able to fall asleep.
TBC…
Part Six
Author:
tromanaRating: T
Characters: Jane/Lisbon Team
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: It starts off painfully simply, it always does. Every single day, in fact. Jane/Lisbon Friendship
Spoilers: 2x03 Red Badge, 2x10 Throwing Fire
Notes: Written for
hoshinekoyasha who asked for a fic based on Lisbon and drugs overdose/reliance.Previous parts: Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four
Part Five
She can hear the sounds of crockery clattering, water boiling and a certain someone tripping over her sneakers which she'd carelessly left in the middle of her kitchen floor.
In fact, it was him tripping over said shoes and the string of expletives that followed that had woken her up.
Sitting up, Lisbon notices a cup of now-cold tea to her left and pushes off the blanket that had been artfully draped across her torso. She'd like to stay laying here, cocooned in her various sheets, but really, she needs to go and investigate, before he does too much damage so instead, she finds herself wrapping her dressing gown tightly around her lithe form and padding downstairs.
Though she knows he's somewhat competent in the kitchen, it's entirely different seeing him in situ rather than hearing about it second hand. She would have been able to control her emotions, but it's the apron that gets to her most and she finds herself having to give in to the laughter. Jane spins around, wooden spoon in hand and shakes it at her in disgust. His soup isn't going to be ready for another ten minutes or so and he'd been hoping to wake her up with the nourishing meal rather than the noise he'd been making.
"Smells good," she states as she takes a seat at the dining table. "What is it?"
"Soup."
"I can see that."
"Chicken noodle," he expands while scrutinizing her disheveled appearance. She still looks pale and he has to fight the urge to place the back of his hand against her forehead to measure her temperature. "That okay?"
She shrugs noncommittally. It's ten p.m. and she isn't really in the mood for eating, but she doesn't appear to have any say in the matter. The insomniac wielding kitchen utensils at her is practically clucking like a mother hen around her, so she doesn't dare say anything to contradict him just yet. Lisbon figures that it's best just to be a good patient, do as she's told and then maybe, he might just give her 'permission' to go to work tomorrow. They eat quietly and once they have finished, Jane clears away the dishes before placing a blister pack of tablets in front of her. Lisbon picks them up nervously, fingering the silver foil and glancing at him, somewhat disconcerted.
"It's the migraine prophylaxis," Jane explains quickly. "We picked them up yesterday, remember?"
She nods quickly. Only problem is, she also remembers leaving them at work.
"You went through my desk?"
"Yes."
Lisbon sighs. She wants to be angry with him, really she does, but she just doesn't have the energy. Instead, she peers at the dosage and pops out one of the pink amitriptyline pills, staring at it bitterly. Though the she'd never had a problem taking the painkillers, because she thought they had been helping, there was something different about prescribed drugs. She's always thought of them as being something to be cautious of, more dangerous. Who knows what kind of damage those foreign chemicals can do to your body?
"Hmm… one of the common side-effects is headaches. Doesn't that defeat the objective?"
Jane glances up from the piece of paper that he had fished from out of the box and flashes her a quick smile. The list of common side effects is extensive and he'd been finding it quite interesting.
"Shut up, Jane."
Dispelling her thoughts and reminding herself that the medication has been designed to reduce the frequency of the dratted migraines, she grudgingly swallows it with a sip of water. She knows it's going to take some time to have any effect and that the dosage will slowly increase over time, but it's still something she wishes she didn't have to do.
"Do you have any idea what triggered the migraine?" he asks lightly as she places the glass of water back down. "Have you been keeping your migraine diary?"
Lisbon rolls her eyes in annoyance and crosses her arms in frustration. He may mean well, but she's still feeling a little peaky, even if the nausea has mercifully passed and the aura symptoms have ceased bothering her for now. Besides, she's fairly certain she knows what started it off and knows that he's not going to be best impressed.
"You skipped lunch, didn't you?"
With a sigh, she nods and Jane almost growls in frustration. For someone with so much time for other people and their needs, it annoys him that she woefully neglects her own so much.
"You know what the nurse said about skipping meals," he sighs and takes hold of her hand. "If you don't look after yourself…"
"Jane…"
"It's getting late, you should go back to bed."
"What am I? Twelve?" she finally snaps. "I don't need you looking after me."
"Well the evidence points to the contrary."
"I am fine."
She enunciates each and every word as clearly as possible. It's just a headache. You've never heard of anyone dying of a headache, they're just annoying. Rather like the consultant who is throwing dagger looks back in her direction. Eventually she just stands up, walks over to her front door and opens it wide open.
"I think you should leave now."
With a sigh, Jane just nods, picks up his jacket and leaves without another word. He could tell that the brunette's patience had been wearing thin and considering how little she usually had, he wasn't exactly surprised that she had snapped. Though he's saddened that she did resort to throwing him out of her home, he stands by what he said. Somebody needs to open her eyes and then hopefully, she might start actually looking after herself again. Then she may have a chance at recovering from the chronic headaches.
For a good five minutes, Lisbon leans up against her front door, trying to bring her breathing back under control. Not knowing what to do with herself following the outburst, she eventually wanders back upstairs, deciding that the washing up can wait until morning. She eventually flops on her bed once more, her body shaking with frustration. The argument was stupid, pathetic but she just couldn't stop herself from retaliating. He was just trying to be kind by bringing her home, making sure she was well fed and resting but she just had to throw it back in his face. Eventually, she just buries her head in her pillow, willing her mind to slow down for long enough to be able to fall asleep.
TBC…
Part Six