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Title: For God and Country and Heather Lisinski
Characters: Beck, Heather, OCs
Rating: PG
Chapters: 17/17

Disclaimer: No, still don't own Jericho...I'm just playing with the characters. I'll return them relatively safe and sound.   Oh, and apologies to Han Solo for the blatant rip-off...I mean, homage - but it's such a great line.  :)


A/N - sorry for the odd fonts but I keep getting errors when I post this puppy.  I'll try to adjust the fonts again later.  :)
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Heather was huddled into the corner of the couch in her livingroom, the lights low, wrapped in her grandfather's dressing gown, when there was a knock, and Beck opened the door and walked in.

He hesitated at the sight of her, then he bent and silently removed his boots before coming fully into the house.

Heather was aware of him, in the dim light of her livingroom. She felt cold, and drained and numb. She couldn't look directly at him. She was afraid of what she would see. In her dreams. In her face. In his eyes.

"I just got back," he said softly, walking towards her, "Clark told me you were here. Heather - "

"Do you know what happened today?" Heather asked abruptly, her voice harsh, stopping him in his tracks.

He looked at her steadily for a long moment. "Yes."

"You know about Trev? You know why Anita did what she did?"

"Yes."

"I didn't sell anybody out," Heather whispered, staring at her hands where she was playing with the belt of the dressing gown.

"I never thought you did."

Heather stared into space for a long silent moment. "What good would it have done to tell the truth?" Heather whispered, speaking more to herself than to him. "They wouldn't have released me from that bed. They would have just raped me, too. If they believed me at all. What else could I have done?"

Beck walked to the couch and sat down, facing her.

"There was nothing else you could have done," Beck responded gently. "You're right. Telling the truth would have done nothing, except have them turn on you. Heather, what happened in that cell was not your fault. You didn't cause the rapes. And there was nothing you could do to prevent them."

Heather was silent for a long moment, never lifting her eyes to his. He reached out to her.

"Don't." She shrunk away.

Beck hesitated, then dropped his hand. He waited silently for her to speak.

"You know about Trev?" she asked again.

"Yes."

"You once told me that the thought of me killing someone was sacrilege," she whispered. "You told me yesterday that I was your guiding star, that I was always good. Anita said you had me on a pedestal so high I can't be seen from the ground. Well, I killed somebody today. And I stayed silent when I could have spoken and perhaps saved someone else. Can you look at me the way you did before?"

Beck was silent for a long moment, and then sighed softly. "You're still you - you're battered and bruised, both inside and out - but the core of you hasn't changed. You want what's best - you want what's right - you want a better world.

"Can I look at you the way I did before? I'm looking at you that way right now."

Heather sniffed, her head down, her hair hiding her face.

"Look at me, Heather," Beck whispered.

With a deep breath, she straightened her shoulders, lifted her head and met his eyes. She caught her breath. His eyes were warm and trusting; concerned and vulnerable; and her lips parted softly at the naked emotion in his eyes that he made no attempt to hide.

He reached out and took her hand, and this time she didn't stop him.

"You're a person, with demons, and regrets; hopes and dreams. I know what I told you in the storm cellar. I know what I said to Anita. And how it all sounds. I don't have you up on a pedestal. You're not a symbol to me. You're not a flag I rally around. But I will - and I always will - do things for God and country and Heather Lisinski - no matter what you've had to do. Because I love you. As you are, and for who you are."

Heather stared at him, shaking, tears in her eyes. She had once thought she would be Jake's redemption. She had never imagined that she would be the one in need of salvation. Or that the man looking at her so intently would give her the opportunity for healing she needed.

Beck glanced at the bruising on her jaw, and gently rubbed his thumb over her lips, carefully avoiding the angry cut created by Trev's fist. He kissed her very gently, half-on, half-off her lips, his mouth warm against hers. The kiss was brief, and he pulled back to look in her eyes before tugging her into his arms, and holding her tightly as she buried her face into his shoulder, hugging him fiercely.

He stroked her hair, being careful of her bumps and bruises.

After long moments she lifted her head, and gave him a small smile. "Thank you," she said.

"For what?"

She shrugged. "For coming after me. For listening. For..." she looked at him shyly, "for everything."

Beck smiled back. "You're welcome."

"I love you too, you know."

"I know," he answered, and kissed her again.  

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nativefloridian
Dec. 1st, 2008 01:24 am (UTC)
"You're a person, with demons, and regrets; hopes and dreams. I know what I told you in the storm cellar. I know what I said to Anita. And how it all sounds. I don't have you up on a pedestal. You're not a symbol to me. You're not a flag I rally around. But I will - and I always will - do things for God and country and Heather Lisinski - no matter what you've had to do. Because I love you. As you are, and for who you are."

Awwwww.

On a different note, what did he say to Anita?
shirleyann66
Dec. 1st, 2008 07:19 pm (UTC)
On a different note, what did he say to Anita?

I originally had a line that Beck had told Anita that Heather was his hope in a hopeless world. I took it out because I thought I had him say it to Heather, instead...of course, I was in a bit of a writing/editing frenzy, so things are a bit blurry at the moment... LOL :)
janiekins
Dec. 1st, 2008 03:02 am (UTC)
awwwwwwwww

dammit i hate it when good fanfic comes to an end

:)
shirleyann66
Dec. 1st, 2008 07:20 pm (UTC)
dammit i hate it when good fanfic comes to an end

Don't worry - I think there'll be lots more in this particular universe. Beck's point-of-view, for one. LOL
janiekins
Dec. 2nd, 2008 01:52 am (UTC)
yeah!!
rubberbisquit
Dec. 3rd, 2008 09:58 pm (UTC)
"But I will - and I always will - do things for God and country and Heather Lisinski - no matter what you've had to do. Because I love you. As you are, and for who you are."

I just love that line. I love that it's the title and I love that this is the second time that it's been used in the fic. It's powerful imagery. Yay

He stroked her hair, being careful of her bumps and bruises.

This reminded me of Indiana Jones. I don't remember which one it was, but he's trying to make out or something and Marian keeps pushing on sore spots until finally she asks where it doesn't hurt. Very sweet.

"I love you too, you know."

"I know," he answered, and kissed her again.


Hey look. My heart. It's a puddle on the floor. That was an amazing ended.

I agree it's always a bit sad when a fic comes to an end but you did a real good job and I'm so happy that you shared with us. I'm excited to see what else will come out of this story line and what other plot bunnies you've got saved up for us :)
shirleyann66
Dec. 5th, 2008 05:57 am (UTC)
I just love that line. I love that it's the title and I love that this is the second time that it's been used in the fic. It's powerful imagery. Yay

Thank you!! :)

This reminded me of Indiana Jones. I don't remember which one it was,

Raiders of the Lost Ark. Classic, classic, classic scene - particularly when he's pouting as he's pointing out the places that don't hurt. LOL I love that movie. Well, I just love Indiana Jones. :)

That was an amazing ended.

Thank you again! :)

I am rather sad that this fic has come to an end. I'm glad I shared with you guys - it's been a blast. I'll be coming back to this universe, to tell Beck's side of the story, and because I really feel for this Heather, and I can't leave her in so much pain. She's in love, and she is loved, but she has a lot of healing to do yet.

As for other plot bunnies...man, I can't keep up! I have a (potentially) long fic in the works - I think I've mentioned it several times - that is currently disconnected scenes of key moments in the story. I also have a sequel to The Fortress in progress, and I have some stand-alone stories that just need to be polished (those are usually focused only on smut, though LOL).

I am definitely looking forward to updates from everybody, too - can't wait to see what happens next... :)
seren_ccd
Sep. 4th, 2009 10:29 pm (UTC)
Oh, wow! I just finished reading this and it is sooo awesome! I love what you've done with the characters. The dialogue is great and it's just super writing. I'm off to find more! This pairing is lovely!
shirleyann66
Sep. 7th, 2009 06:39 pm (UTC)
*blushes*

Thank you! I'm so glad you enjoyed it. :)

I'm off to find more! This pairing is lovely!

I certainly think so! I'm not sure if you've found more Heck fic, but if you haven't - we actually have a community at beck_heather where you'll find a host of great writers and stories.

I love this pairing a lot (obviously) and I'm always happy to brainwash convert people to this pairing and fandom. :D Not to mention, I love reccing my fellow Heck writers to all and sundry - because they're awesome!!
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