Officer Taylor Street

[Follows THIS and THIS]

Posting Order: Taylor, Sam, Matt

The last thing Taylor expected when she got into the back of an ambulance with Tim was to find herself a patient in the ER. She was so upset by the time they got there following Tim having another one of those weird seizures in the ambulance that the fact they wanted to poke and prod her too went right over her head. Not to mention the fact she was alone and seemd to be haunted by the fucking ghost of technology future, getting nothing but voicemail every time she tried to call someone.

But now she was in a sterile, clinical and cold room in a gown after they had relieved her of her vomit-covered police uniform. It wasn't like she had time to change. She had sat and held Tim's hand until the paramedics arrived, and then she just automatically went with him. After that, she was clueless. It felt like forever before anyone would tell her anything, and the ER was chaotic and busy. She felt like an ant in a huge city. Then all of a sudden they were interrogating her, finally telling her she needed to get into a gown, that she needed prophylactic antibiotics, especially considering she was pregnant. Now she was sitting there on the narrow, uncomfortable bed in a daze, wishing just one of her friends would at least call her back. She wanted Jason, but she rationally knew that even if he got her messages, he would have a four hour drive back from Dillon in front of him.

She sucked in a heavy breath and held it for a few moments, trying to fight the urge to cry as she looked down at the IV in her hand, bewildered. What the hell was going on and why did it all have to keep happening to them?

LINK: Fishing the box out of her t-shirt to drop it on the unmade bed, Taylor went to stand and just stare at herself in the mirror, wondering when it was she actually started to fear her own body when on the face of it, she looked completely normal.

LINK: His old, faded Panthers jersey that he had given her in their early dating days still brought her comfort when she was having a shitty day.

LINK: Taylor was more than happy to stay buried at the bottom of the bed and pretend the rest of the world didn't exist, because she wasn't sure she could face anyone without crying herself into a miserable ball of self-pity.

LINK: I got him back and we're gettin' married!

[Follows a few days after THIS]

It had been a tough few days in Austin for Taylor, to say the least. She didn't think her or Jason intended for them to just end up in bed together as soon as they reunited, but it had happened, and she wasn't sorry for it. It was the first time in months she felt alive and connected again. That just wasn't something she could regret. But it hadn't made anything easier. In the wake of it, it just seemed that they fell into this realm of not visiting what they needed to; not talking about what needed to be discussed. She knew why, too. They were both terrified of what was going to result in talking.

So, they didn't. They didn't say very much at all, and just spent the time being together. She had asked him if he wanted her to leave, to stay somewhere else, but he hadn't. He wanted her to stay here, and it seemed to be an unspoken agreement that she would just share his bed. That part of things seemed to click like nothing had changed, but there was still tension there. They couldn't go on like this forever.

It hadn't been lost on her how weak and drained he had looked when she first arrived. He had been pale and unshaven, had lost weight since she last saw him. That made sense, too, if what Tim had told her had been true. Jason had mostly been living on a liquid diet and his health had to have suffered on some level because of it. For her, it was easy to just fall right back into taking care of him. She started to make sure he was eating okay and helped him have clean clothing in easy reach. She just couldn't understand how something could feel so comfortable, yet so off-balance all at the same time.

It was now morning, and the rest of the house was quiet. Taylor had been awake for a little while, just lying there lost in her thoughts while Jason slept heavily beside her. She felt it came time to just get up and let him sleep, but when she shifted and rose to get to the edge of the bed, the frame squeaked and disturbed Jason, waking him up. She stifled the urge to curse under her breath as she guiltily looked back at him. "Sorry, QB. Go back to sleep, sweetheart..." she urged in a hushed voice.

4.7. "You can spent minutes, hours, days, weeks or even months overanalyzing a situation; trying to put the pieces together, justifying what could've, would've happened... or you can just leave the pieces on the floor and move the fuck on."
Tupac

Co-written with texas33forever

Taylor sighed and rubbed a hand over her face as she stood in front of the cells. He other hand was on her hip as she slowly shook her head with a small groan and soon went up to the bars to look tiredly at the cell occupant. "Ya' ain't so smart, ya' know that?" she offered, her fingers curling around one of the bars. "This is my last day, and I'm only here as a favour."

( Tim Riggins was smirking and gave a small shrug from where he was lounging on the cot in the corner of the room... )


Word Count | 1,179

LINK: Some days, she couldn't think of a single reason why she was here, and not there.