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

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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

23.10. Symptom

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( It was the tiredness that was claiming her, though. For about the last week, no matter how much sleep she got, she always felt the same. Perhaps it was depression over being away from work or delayed reaction to her attack, but she wasn’t stupid... )

Jason Street [itwontstopme], Tim Riggins [texas33forever] & Sam Jameson [supermarketsam] referenced with permission


Word Count | 893

58.5. (from Week 48) Discuss a time when you fell short of what was expected of you

Co-written with itwontstopme

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Taylor had rushed to the door as soon as she heard Jason’s truck pull up in the drive, closely followed by Tim’s (driven by Sam). It had just been a damn relief to seem him alive initially, but as he got out the truck and made his way up the drive in his chair, she could feel herself scowling more and more. She was tugged in half then, one side of her wanting to pull him inside and give him a good dose of TLC for basically looking like crap, but the other more prominent side was pissed off at his disappearing act, of which she spent the whole time near peeing her pants from worry.

( She stood just inside the door with her arms folded across her chest and her hip propping the screen door open. The #6 Panthers jersey was bunched up across the front just from how tightly her arms were crossed and she drew a small breath when he came within shouting distance of her, letting it out through her nose with a huff... )

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


Word Count | 1,151