Officer Taylor Street

4.22. Something always takes the place
Of missing pieces
You can take and put together even though
You know there's something missing
Missing - Beck

Co-written with itwontstopme
[Follows THIS and THIS]

It was a freezing day in Austin, but Jason had hardly noticed. In fact, Jason had hardly done anything that day. It was one of those days where you wake up feeling shit and everything around you feels shit too. You don't feel like being spoken to, and by default, just from the vibes you're sending out, everyone automatically just steers clear. He got out of bed for his morning routine in the bathroom, but after that was done, he was disappearing back into the cave of blankets, all the blinds drawn and the lights out. He didn't bother getting dressed, didn't shave, and didn't even feel hungry. Both Sam and Tyra asked him if he was sick, but he just told them both he wanted to be left alone. They got it. He never had to ask twice when he was in a funk like this, and he appreciated it. He didn't know where Silas was, which suited Jason at that point. He wasn't feeling the least bit sociable that day, even if Tyra's new other half had afforded them all much amusement in the short time he had been in Texas. Everything from supplying extremely good weed to wanting a shot in Jason's chair and ending up mincemeat against the wall complete with a broken arm. Jason had laughed more this past week than he had in months, but now he had come to a crashing halt. Everything felt so compounded today; the fact he was cripple and couldn't walk, that he lost his football career, that he let Tim and Lyla fuck him around, that his job prospects were in the toilet, that he let himself get taken for a ride by Erin, that he let himself get close to Noah, that he lost Mac and their baby, and couldn't be enough to have protected them from getting hurt. All in all, that day, he was just a big half-paralysed ball of misery but at least he was containing it to himself, right?

( What he did know was that he was home alone... )

Tim is texas33forever, and his part in this prompt is written by his mun. All other muses referenced with permission.


Word Count | 2,718

3.1. "The greater your capacity to love, the greater your capacity to feel the pain."
Jennifer Aniston

[Companion piece to THIS, THIS and THIS]

Taylor rubbed her fingers across her forehead in an attempt to try and push away the headache building there. She closed another case file and hit save and then print on the case file note she had just typed up. Her black rookie uniform felt stifling today. In fact, the whole precinct felt stifling. She had been stuck in a desk job since she got back, and at first she had been grateful of the slower pace. Now she was just restless, more mornings than not wondering why the hell she was even bothering to get out of bed. People had finally stopped asking her on a daily basis if she was okay, though. That was a relief. The monotonous 'Fine, thank you' answers were getting harder to lie her way through. Everyone in her department knew she had been in a car accident back home in Texas while she had been on injury leave after being stabbed on the job back at the beginning of the year. They didn't know the enormity of it all, though. She hadn't been forthcoming with details. Just that she had hurt her back and fractured her rib, which is why she needed a few more months off the beat. She didn't mention the pregnancy.

Didn't mention Jason.

( She closed her eyes as the tension headache suddenly felt like it was blinding her and she pushed her chair back, standing up... )

itwontstopme, supermarketsam and texas33forever referenced with permission. Scarily, supermarketsam's mun and myself never read each other prompts before writing but we've managed some interesting links between the girls! Meeting minds FTW! ;)


Word Count | 1,268