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Sharp Dressed Man - Ch. 5/5

Title: Sharp Dressed Man - Ch. 5/5
Author: [info]shirleyann66
Fandom: Jericho
Characters: Heather, Beck
Pairing: Heather/Beck
Genre: Fluffy Fluff
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: #18 : the full moon @ [info]story_lottery
Summary: Just an ordinary day - or as ordinary as it ever gets in Jericho.
Spoilers: Nothing specific, but anything in both seasons is fair game.
Word Count: 1057
Disclaimer: Jericho and everything associated with it is owned by CBS and whoever else owns it - not me (sadly). I have no claims or affiliations with any of the powers that be for this universe. This is strictly for fun, not profit, and the characters shall be returned relatively safely and mostly unharmed.

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“Mary, are you all right?” Heather asked, reaching out to her friend.

“Physically, yeah,” Mary sniffed. Heather turned and looked behind her. The fire was already being brought under control. “I think they'll save the structure,” Heather said, her voice assessing. “You'll be able to rebuild.”

How?” Mary wailed. “Rebuilding a bar is gonna be pretty low on the scale of priorities!”

“True,” Beck agreed, “but there are empty buildings. You can set up temporary shop somewhere else, until we can rebuild it for you. Besides,” he slanted a look at Jake out of the corner of his eye, “you have some...creative thinkers in your corner. You may be rebuilt faster than you think.”

Mary gave a watery chuckle, then sighed. “It won't be the same,” she said mournfully, shaking her head.

“What is?” Beck asked quietly. For a moment they remembered all that had been lost over the last two years, and they mourned for more than just the loss of the bar.

The five of them stood and watched the fire as it was brought under control. Bystanders and neighbours had quickly come forward to help the bar patrons get to the med-centre or to get home, and someone had gotten blankets for Mary and the others. Heather shivered slightly as her clothes slowly dried under her blanket, her hair matted with ash, her face streaked with soot. Beck noticed her shiver, and gently pulled her in front of him, enfolded her with him under his own blanket wrapping his arms snugly around her . He was as damp and dirty and cold as she was, but after a moment, his heat began to seep into her bones and he was a warm, solid comfort against her cold back.

They stood like that until the fire was extinguished, making comments to the others on occasion. At one point Jake confirmed that, as far as anyone could tell, everyone had gotten out of the bar without injury although there were several cases of mild smoke inhalation. They all stayed huddled around Mary, offering her what comfort they could as she watched her livelihood and her home burn before her eyes. On occasion they speculated as to the cause, and finally assumed it was a lightning strike. They would know more in the morning.

The group finally parted company when the firefighters confirmed the fire was completely extinguished and Eric returned to take Mary back to Jake and Emily's for the night. Nobody would be able to get inside to assess the damage and what could be salvaged until morning.

After the Green family was out of sight, Beck turned Heather in the direction of her house and they headed off slowly, his arm and blanket still wrapped around her.

They walked in exhausted silence for several minutes. The clouds had gone again, the storm a thing of the past. The streets were eerily silent after the excitement of the evening, bathed in the silver glow of the full moon hanging low in the sky

“Well,” Beck said slowly, breaking their companionable silence, “this isn't quite how I expected our first date to go.”

Heather chuckled. “Never let it be said you don't know how to show a girl a good time.”

Beck laughed. “All things considered, I much preferred the bomb shelter.”

Heather gave him a wide grin that was radiant even through the soot and grime on her face. She leaned towards him conspiratorially. “Me, too.”

“Will we be able to rebuild it?” Heather asked after a moment as they continued to walk, her voice a little sad and wistful.

Beck sighed. “We'll try. But Mary's right. Rebuilding the bar isn't high on the list of priorities; it can't be. But we can find another place for her to run her business.”

“Oh!” Heather cried sharply, stopping in her tracks. Beck gave her a startled look as he came to a halt beside her.

“What?” he demanded, looking around for whatever may have startled her.

“We probably lost the jukebox,” she sighed sadly.

Beck gave her a glimmer of a smile. “Weren't you sick of the selection by now?” he asked.

“Oh, yeah – but it was the only source of music, really, that we had. Well, besides the Friday night bar band.”

“I hear they're getting better.”

Heather grinned. “So, you're telling me that the real reason you've stayed out of Bailey's on Friday nights is because you'd heard about that band?”

“From several blocks away, actually,” Beck replied drily.

Heather stared at him, then threw back her head and laughed. She threw her arms around him and hugged him as she laughed. With a soundless sigh, Beck held her as tight as he could, his face buried in the crook of her neck, his cheek pressed against her damp, dirty hair. He closed his eyes and revelled in the sound and the feel of her laughing against him. For just a second, their reality receded, and they were just two people enjoying a moment together, without their day-to-day reality and all it meant hanging over them.

Tomorrow, they would again be faced with the problem of survival, trying to find a steady source of food and other supplies, making arrangements for Heather to go and negotiate the payment of grain from the neighbours, and now adding the rebuilding of Bailey's to the list of priorities. But for this moment, Beck thought, they were just two people enjoying each other's company.

Albeit dirty, damp and smelling strongly of smoke. With a grin he pulled back to look at her, smoothing her hair down around her face and lifting her chin to kiss her. It wasn't quite how he'd imagined kissing her in the moonlight, but it still felt pretty damn good.

After a few moments, Beck reluctantly broke the kiss. “As much as I'm enjoying this...I'm really cold. And dirty. And my nice new clothes have been completely ruined.”

Heather laughed again, then pulled away and grabbed his hand. They started walking again, this time more quickly, towards her house.

“So,” Heather grinned, “are you telling me that you once again have nothing to wear?”

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A/N:  This little story started off very differently (as you'll see when I post the last two prompts) - but for some reason, I couldn't match the tones.  I finally decided that I was writing two different stories (even if there were similarities) and just let them go where they needed to go.   And I know the title doesn't really match the story...again, the story was supposed to be a little different than what it turned out to be.  Muses...  ;D 
 

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phyllis629
Oct. 13th, 2009 01:54 pm (UTC)
“What is?” Beck asked quietly. For a moment they remembered all that had been lost over the last two years, and they mourned for more than just the loss of the bar.

Very eloquent and touching.

Beck noticed her shiver, and gently pulled her in front of him, enfolded her with him under his own blanket wrapping his arms snugly around her . He was as damp and dirty and cold as she was, but after a moment, his heat began to seep into her bones and he was a warm, solid comfort against her cold back.

Sweet! I love the fact that they’ve gone so public with their relationship, and feel so comfortable with “PDA”!

They stood like that until the fire was extinguished, making comments to the others on occasion. At one point Jake confirmed that, as far as anyone could tell, everyone had gotten out of the bar without injury although there were several cases of mild smoke inhalation. They all stayed huddled around Mary, offering her what comfort they could as she watched her livelihood and her home burn before her eyes.

Very sad. But I do like the easy friendship you’ve depicted between Beck, Heather, Jake, Eric, Mary, and Emily

Albeit dirty, damp and smelling strongly of smoke. With a grin he pulled back to look at her, smoothing her hair down around her face and lifting her chin to kiss her. It wasn't quite how he'd imagined kissing her in the moonlight, but it still felt pretty damn good.

I’d take him dirty and grimy anytime!!

A/N: This little story started off very differently (as you'll see when I post the last two prompts) - but for some reason, I couldn't match the tones. I finally decided that I was writing two different stories (even if there were similarities) and just let them go where they needed to go. And I know the title doesn't really match the story...again, the story was supposed to be a little different than what it turned out to be. Muses... ;D

I agree the tone got more serious in the later chapters as reality intruded, but that made it more true to life. You did an excellent job in capturing a developing relationship between them – both the physical attraction and the emotional connection.

Location: Still cold. Still snowy. Still not fair.

Snowy in October! Is that usual for where you live?
shirleyann66
Oct. 13th, 2009 10:29 pm (UTC)
Thanks for the comments - I'm glad you liked it! :)

I’d take him dirty and grimy anytime!!

Ooooh, lordy, me too!!

You did an excellent job in capturing a developing relationship between them – both the physical attraction and the emotional connection.

Thanks - I'm glad!! You'll see in the next two connected ficlets that the tone was intended to be much more serious, and then the "I have nothing to wear" plot bunny attacked... *hangs head and sighs*

Location: Still cold. Still snowy. Still not fair.

Snowy in October! Is that usual for where you live?


Not usually this early - and it really does depend on the year. This is particularly disheartening because we had a long, cold winter last year (not extreme cold, but steady -20sC for most of December/January/February), then a cold/late spring, and a cold/late summer and now an early snowfall and below zero temps - and it's not even the middle of October!! :(

In the interests of full disclosure, though - it's just a dusting of snow, which is almost all gone again. :)
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