Officer Taylor Street

12.10. “Just when I think I can't love you more, you prove me wrong.”
| The Ghost Whisperer

Co-written with itwontstopme

[Follows THIS, THIS and THIS]

Taylor parked her car up on the front lawn of the apartment and shoved her keys in the pocket of her long knitted coat as she got out and slammed the door. She pushed her unruly blonde curls back out of her face as she hurried up the path, but before she reached the front door, it opened and Jason appeared with Tim just behind him. She stopped as their gaze met and bit down on her lip. She hesitantly breached the gap, stuffing her hands into her pockets. “I-I just couldn’t wait any longer to see ya’, darlin’…” she told him nervously. “I should never have run away in the first place and I’m so sorry. I just had t’come.”

Jason shook his head. “No, it’s okay. I was just… I was just coming to see you,” he assured her and reached out to touch her arm. “Are you okay?”

( Tim weaved his way around Jason’s chair and stepped out onto the front lawn. “Yeah, I’m gonna go do shit… somewhere else… not here. Catch yas.” He was about as subtle as knee in the nuts, but so what? )

Tim Riggins [texas33forever] & Sam Jameson [supermarketsam] referenced with permission


Word Count | 1,575

Is it wrong that the first thing I thought to do was take a photo for evidence?

16.1.4. It wasn't supposed to happen...

Co-written with supermarketsam

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The idea of spending a couple of days in bed had gone over pretty well with Tim. Sam had told him the night before after the talk with J, and eating pizza. The couple had made a head start already, and T had only just rolled over to go back to sleep when Sam's pee sense started tingling. She giggled quietly to herself at the in-joke, Tim already dead to the world and didn't stir. It was amazing how quickly the guy could go to sleep. Sam got out of bed, and made a face as her feet hit the cool air. She hated cold feet, which was why most nights in bed she wore a pair of Tim's socks. Bit by bit she was slowly claiming items of his wardrobe. It was a coup to have even had him willingly give up one. Most times she didn't even think he noticed. She pulled on a pair of sweats and a tank top to avoid a naked disaster of her own, already hopping from foot to foot as her pee sense started to tingle stronger.

With a mad dash, a quick knock and a sigh of relief, Sam managed to get into the bathroom before any accidents and came back out with a yawn. Before she went back to bed to start her two day lie-in, she walked up to the kitchen to find some juice to take with her. She smiled to herself as she saw her slippers on the floor near the sink, now remembering having put them on just after the pizza had arrived. Sam wasn't as neat as she'd like to think. She had a terrible habit of leaving things the last place she used them. Just as she slipped her foot into the left one, she frowned as her foot hit paper and there was a loud crinkling sound.

( Sam immediately pulled her foot back out and bent down to fish out the paper, stifling another yawn... )

Tim Riggins [texas33forever] and Jason Street [itwontstopme] referenced with permission


Word Count | 2116

1.2. "When you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible."
- Nora Ephron, 'When Harry Met Sally'

Co-written with itwontstopme

[Follows THIS]

It's funny how things sometimes seem to come in cycles. Despite the disastrous drunken trek to Austin for shiny things, Jason had managed to narrowly avoid totally screwing up his relationship with Taylor and they were back in the place where Jason stopped doing impulsive stupid things and Taylor agreeing not to smack him down for worrying her so much. Actually, things were really great, maybe even better now they had their first official 'fight'. In a way, it was kind of healthy and helped them both realise exactly what it was going to take to keep operating on the same page. Jason was learning what it was like to have someone deeply love him and worry when things weren't right with him. Taylor was learning that there really was more to like than living, breathing and existing just for work, and that more was Jason Street. So, so much more.

( They were now back to sitting together alone in the deserted Panthers stadium, just like they had done the night of their first date. A cycle, without them even realising it... )

Sam Jameson [supermarketsam] & Tim Riggins [texas33forever] referenced with permission


Word Count | 1,307

Mac felt her way back to her bed with a whimpered moan. She could hear Jason wheeling himself behind her, knowing he wasn't convinced she wasn't going to pass out at any turn. She grabbed a handful of her quilt to pull it back slowly. Any sudden movements would have her bolting for the toilet all over again. "You pass Boyfriend Test Number 389, darlin'. Holdin' hair back to perfection," she told him and crawled back into the depths of her bed as she was wracked with another wave of feverish shivers. "But the soup was wonderful. I promise. I love ya' for it."

10.9. Erogenous zones

Co-written with itwontstopme

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With news that Tim was awake and doing much better, Coach had managed to convince Jason to head home for some rest and come back the following day. It was a practical suggestion on account of the fact that Tim was sleeping a lot and clearly not up for too many visitors, nor were his doctors allowing many people through. Jason had been tired when he left the hospital mid-morning and although he had plans to meet Taylor at the hospital at some point, he ended up giving a call and telling her to come around to his place instead. But as most best laid plans went, they didn’t exactly come off as anticipated. When Jason got home, he made the mistake of getting onto his bed for a bit of a lie down before Taylor arrived and he was out like a light in minutes. And this was exactly how Taylor found him, having the luxury of Mrs Street telling her when she arrived that Jason had been quiet since he came home and she suspected he was asleep.

( Which he was. Taylor didn’t knock on his bedroom door in case it disturbed him, instead choosing to open it quietly and peek in to see if Mrs Street’s suspicions were correct.... )


Word Count | 1,874