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Promises (or lack thereof) - Pt. 6/25

Challenge:  love_bingo   
Rating:  PG to PG-13
Words:  645
Prompt:  LB1 - Warm and Fuzzy
Warnings:  Nothing too explicit but will warn for violence/implied torture in a couple of the later parts (I'll post a specific warning on those posts). Everything in the series and comics is fair game, so spoilers ahoy!  

Disclaimer:   I do not own, nor am I affiliated with, CBS or Jericho or...whoever else may actually own this show.  I just like to take the characters out to play.  I put them back, mostly unharmed...although not always...this is for fun, not profit and no copyright infringement is intended.


She'd had a little too much to drink, she admitted, but how often did they have a wedding to celebrate? They'd even danced. Thankfully, Beck was amused rather than angry and was taking her home right now, although even he was having trouble driving Charlotte. Her amusement at his expense probably didn't help.

She was happy, her mind fuzzy, and she wasn't thinking of the next day, or the danger of their activities being discovered by the ASA, or that Beck would soon leave Jericho, or the fact they could find his missing wife and child at any moment and then her heart would break even as she truly wanted him to be happy. She didn't think of any of these things or the thousands of other worries that weighed on her shoulders. Instead, she was enveloped in a warm, golden glow and all she wanted was to continue the light-hearted day and evening she'd spent with the man beside her.

"Let's get you inside," Beck said, amused, as he pulled up to her house.

"You, too," she said, then giggled a little as her mind took a sudden dive into the gutter.

"I'll get you safely settled," Beck told her with a slightly puzzled smile.

"Good. Settle with me?" she invited wistfully without fully realizing what she was suggesting.

"Probably not a good idea right now," Beck replied carefully.

"You have a long walk back to camp. It's cold outside."

"Probably do me good," he muttered ruefully.

Heather pouted.

Beck sighed.

The first thing Heather was aware of was the pounding in her head. The second thing was the fuzzy socks someone had placed on her teeth. The fuzzy, dirty socks, she amended sourly. She opened her eyes a narrow slit, saw that it was still dark outside and gratefully closed her eyes again. She began to gratefully slide back towards sleep. Then she realized she could hear someone moving around her kitchen...and heading towards her bedroom.

She heard the door open quietly. She groaned and buried her face under her blankets as sharp, blinding light spilled in from the hallway.

She thought she heard a familiar soft chuckle, but she was too miserable to care. The soft clink of a glass on her bedside table beside her head made her frown slightly, but not enough to make her open her eyes. Gentle fingers brushed lightly through her hair, before he walked away. She thankfully fell back to sleep as the door eased closed.

The second time she awoke, she felt better, although the socks on her teeth had, if anything, gotten dirtier and fuzzier. She sat up slowly, and noticed the glass of water and aspirin sitting on her bedside dresser. She frowned, and then she flushed, as she remembered Beck driving her home - and tucking her carefully into bed as he struggled to keep his laughter to a minimum.

She was warm with embarrassment, but she took the aspirin and drank the water with mortified gratitude.

When she finally shuffled out to the kitchen, she felt slightly more human - after a long, hot shower and about a ton of toothpaste later, she conceded ruefully.

She paused at the handwritten note on her fridge, written in Beck's hard scrawl.

Coffee's ready, just turn it on. Orange juice is in the fridge; more aspirin in the bathroom. I'll check on you when I get off duty. Thanks for a memorable day and evening.

Heather blushed again, but she couldn't help the grin that spread across her face, or the affection that warmed her from the inside out. The level of care he'd shown her had been missing from her life for far too long. She grinned as she turned on the coffee pot and poured herself a glass of juice. She wondered if he'd stay for supper if she asked him.

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