R/I - Kosenamen
Sep. 30th, 2024 08:56 pmTitel: Condolences
Team: Ophelia
Challenge: Romantik/Intimität - Kosenamen (Für's Team)
Fandom: The Rookie
Charaktere: Lucy Chen, Tim Bradford, Emmet Lang
Sprache: Englisch
Wörter: 900
Kommentar: Das sollte ein Drabble werden, aaaaaah!! - Und ich schwör, die Kosenamen sind da ganz versteckt drin (und ich hätte sie fast vergessen, aber sie waren die Aufhänger für diese ganze Sache, ich schwör.)
“He’s really not that bad”, she starts to say, and the reaction is always the same.
It’s always the same thing. She tells people, police and otherwise, that Tim Bradford’s her T.O. They offer their apparently sincere condolences. She doesn’t know whether to say thank you or laugh it off.
At first she takes it like a joke, the kind of dark humor the rookies themselves engage in when they sit together at lunch and talk about how to get rid of their appointed training officers somewhere in the desert around L.A. without anybody suspecting them, or when Nolan says even feeding the tigers every day in the new Los Angelese zoo couldn’t be more scary than facing Bishop after he’d made a mistake. Lucy herself certainly isn’t above a little bitching, especially in the beginning.
And hasn’t she earned the right? After all, nobody can disagree that she pulled the toughest T.O. of all of them (except maybe Nolan after Harper first arrived).
But the longer time goes on, the more she realizes that people are actually completely serious. They really do pity her for her choice (or rather lack thereof) of a training officer. “He’s really not that bad”, she starts to say, and the reaction is always the same: Polite scepticism or outright disbelief.
At first she’s offended on her behalf. Is it because they don’t think she can take it? But after a while, she starts being offended on his behalf instead. Because whileTim Officer Bradford Tim is a hardass, the more time she spends with him inside and outside the shop, the more she’s sure that there is a soft core beneath all that hard exterior. One just has to dig a little.
She says this to one of Tim’s former rookies once as they’re both waiting at the coffee machine and the guy looks at her like she’s lost her mind.
“I can’t believe they really all think he’s an asshole”, Lucy says one night while Jackson and her are driving home.
“Didn’t you plan his murder within the first two weeks you met him?”, Jackson asks from the passenger seat.
“Well, yeah? That’s not the point, I barely knew him. But there’s people who’ve known him for years and yet it feels like they don’t know him at all, you know what I mean? And I just don’t understand.”
“It takes two to get to know someone.”
Lucy throws him a look. “What that’s supposed to mean?”
“I don’t know. Maybe you’re finding something no one else did because you’re looking. Or maybe he really is different with you.”
“What? No! That man blew up baby powder into my face just a couple of weeks ago! He keeps calling me boot! I can’t set foot into a shoe store without getting flashbacks!”
But she can’t help but smile a bit when she turns her eyes back to the road.
She wasn’t really serious about that relationship with Emmett, she will admit as much. She was looking for something casual, something fun. But it’s Emmett who puts the final nail in the coffin when he steps in when Tim is in the process of setting her head straight at a crime scene.
“Why did you do that?”, she rounds on him afterwards. “I told you not to do that.”
“I’m sorry, I know - but I couldn’t just let him talk to you like that! He was being completely unfair to you! You did everything right and he goes after you for what, a technicality? Holding tape in your right hand? That’s just a power trip, man!”
Lucy looks over to where Tim is pacing impatiently back and forth in front of their shop and has to bite her tongue to keep herself from saying: That’s what you see?
Because Tim didn’t look angry to her even when he was yelling at her so loud the whole crime scene could hear.
He looked scared.
A rookie got shot and he’s responsible for her and it scared the hell out of him.
By God, is everyone around her blind?
“I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.”
She turns around again to face him. “You’re right. It won’t.”
She climbs into the shop with a face like a stormcloud. Tim doesn’t talk to her for at least the first quarter mile. Then he throws her a quick glance and asks: “Are you all right?”
“Yes. - No.”
“That clears things up.” He adjusts his grip on the steering wheel, then adjusts it again. “Listen…”
“Thank you.”
She’s getting a good look at his surprised face when he turns to her. “What?”
“Thank you. For correcting me. You were right, I shouldn’t hold things in my right hand when it’s not absolutely necessary.”
He nods slowly. “… Could have maybe said that a little more quietly.”
“Oh yeah.”
The corner of his mouth twitches a little, she notices with satisfaction. “You and Emmett good?”
“Nope.”
“Oh. …I’m sorry to hear that.”
“Well, it was bound to happen sooner or later. After all, you said he was only smart for a firefighter.”
That gets her a full-on chuckle. “Well…”
They sit in silence again for a moment, but it’s much more comfortable now. Then she says: “Tim? This isn’t going to happen to me.”
He doesn’t look at her, but she doesn’t have to see his face to know what he’s thinking. “I know it won’t.”
Team: Ophelia
Challenge: Romantik/Intimität - Kosenamen (Für's Team)
Fandom: The Rookie
Charaktere: Lucy Chen, Tim Bradford, Emmet Lang
Sprache: Englisch
Wörter: 900
Kommentar: Das sollte ein Drabble werden, aaaaaah!! - Und ich schwör, die Kosenamen sind da ganz versteckt drin (und ich hätte sie fast vergessen, aber sie waren die Aufhänger für diese ganze Sache, ich schwör.)
“He’s really not that bad”, she starts to say, and the reaction is always the same.
It’s always the same thing. She tells people, police and otherwise, that Tim Bradford’s her T.O. They offer their apparently sincere condolences. She doesn’t know whether to say thank you or laugh it off.
At first she takes it like a joke, the kind of dark humor the rookies themselves engage in when they sit together at lunch and talk about how to get rid of their appointed training officers somewhere in the desert around L.A. without anybody suspecting them, or when Nolan says even feeding the tigers every day in the new Los Angelese zoo couldn’t be more scary than facing Bishop after he’d made a mistake. Lucy herself certainly isn’t above a little bitching, especially in the beginning.
And hasn’t she earned the right? After all, nobody can disagree that she pulled the toughest T.O. of all of them (except maybe Nolan after Harper first arrived).
But the longer time goes on, the more she realizes that people are actually completely serious. They really do pity her for her choice (or rather lack thereof) of a training officer. “He’s really not that bad”, she starts to say, and the reaction is always the same: Polite scepticism or outright disbelief.
At first she’s offended on her behalf. Is it because they don’t think she can take it? But after a while, she starts being offended on his behalf instead. Because while
She says this to one of Tim’s former rookies once as they’re both waiting at the coffee machine and the guy looks at her like she’s lost her mind.
“I can’t believe they really all think he’s an asshole”, Lucy says one night while Jackson and her are driving home.
“Didn’t you plan his murder within the first two weeks you met him?”, Jackson asks from the passenger seat.
“Well, yeah? That’s not the point, I barely knew him. But there’s people who’ve known him for years and yet it feels like they don’t know him at all, you know what I mean? And I just don’t understand.”
“It takes two to get to know someone.”
Lucy throws him a look. “What that’s supposed to mean?”
“I don’t know. Maybe you’re finding something no one else did because you’re looking. Or maybe he really is different with you.”
“What? No! That man blew up baby powder into my face just a couple of weeks ago! He keeps calling me boot! I can’t set foot into a shoe store without getting flashbacks!”
But she can’t help but smile a bit when she turns her eyes back to the road.
She wasn’t really serious about that relationship with Emmett, she will admit as much. She was looking for something casual, something fun. But it’s Emmett who puts the final nail in the coffin when he steps in when Tim is in the process of setting her head straight at a crime scene.
“Why did you do that?”, she rounds on him afterwards. “I told you not to do that.”
“I’m sorry, I know - but I couldn’t just let him talk to you like that! He was being completely unfair to you! You did everything right and he goes after you for what, a technicality? Holding tape in your right hand? That’s just a power trip, man!”
Lucy looks over to where Tim is pacing impatiently back and forth in front of their shop and has to bite her tongue to keep herself from saying: That’s what you see?
Because Tim didn’t look angry to her even when he was yelling at her so loud the whole crime scene could hear.
He looked scared.
A rookie got shot and he’s responsible for her and it scared the hell out of him.
By God, is everyone around her blind?
“I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.”
She turns around again to face him. “You’re right. It won’t.”
She climbs into the shop with a face like a stormcloud. Tim doesn’t talk to her for at least the first quarter mile. Then he throws her a quick glance and asks: “Are you all right?”
“Yes. - No.”
“That clears things up.” He adjusts his grip on the steering wheel, then adjusts it again. “Listen…”
“Thank you.”
She’s getting a good look at his surprised face when he turns to her. “What?”
“Thank you. For correcting me. You were right, I shouldn’t hold things in my right hand when it’s not absolutely necessary.”
He nods slowly. “… Could have maybe said that a little more quietly.”
“Oh yeah.”
The corner of his mouth twitches a little, she notices with satisfaction. “You and Emmett good?”
“Nope.”
“Oh. …I’m sorry to hear that.”
“Well, it was bound to happen sooner or later. After all, you said he was only smart for a firefighter.”
That gets her a full-on chuckle. “Well…”
They sit in silence again for a moment, but it’s much more comfortable now. Then she says: “Tim? This isn’t going to happen to me.”
He doesn’t look at her, but she doesn’t have to see his face to know what he’s thinking. “I know it won’t.”