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“Angela’s words are on my hands,” Jane says, admiring the gentle cursive. “Every time I use them, I’m reminded of why I need to be successful - to keep us all safe and secure. No matter how many people I need to cheat.” He leans in, taking her hand and pressing it against his chest. “Your words are on my heart, darling. You were meant to make me a better man.”
“You’re saying that if I give in, the streets of California will be safer." Lisbon huffs, rolling her eyes at him. “That feels like blackmail.”
He smiles. His saintly soulmate. How lucky he is. “As you like,” he replies, full of affection.
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aka angela, jane, and lisbon are soulmates. lisbon kills red john before he can hurt their family. why, then, is their path to happiness not easy?
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25 Nov 2025
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epithalamium (noun). pl: epithalamia. a song or poem in honor of a bride on her wedding day.
Patrick Jane has been singing one for Teresa Lisbon longer than he’d care to admit.
Bookmarked by hxc-lz (protowrite)
24 Nov 2025
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“Lisbon,” Jane tries, affecting a wobbly smile, a little drunk on the sight of her despite how angry she looks. “It’s good to-”
“Why are you here, Jane?” She interrupts, folding her arms over her chest. It’s not her usual upset posture, where she juts out her chin and raises an eyebrow, making herself bigger. Instead, it looks like she’s holding herself together, and he wants suddenly to go to the ocean and drown himself.
A thousand possible answers pass through his mind at once, all of them true, but none convincing enough. Because I need you. Because I love you. Because I wanted to see you. Because you’re the only light in the darkness, and I’m the moth. Because you’re mine. To apologize. To make it up to you. But when he opens his mouth, what comes out is: “Because you’re here, Lisbon.”
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aka the one where i attempt to robert frost better than the mentalist writers, all for dreamy's birthday
Bookmarked by hxc-lz (protowrite)
24 Nov 2025
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He studies her for a moment longer before he straightens, apparently content with the way he’s just ripped her worldview into pieces. Her mind is spiraling, and he’s already ready to brush it all to the side. “So you see, it’s just a few weak moments of fantasy,” he says, proving her right immediately. “Perfectly natural. So if we could head home-”
Oh no he doesn’t. This might be her one chance, and it might kill her, but if she can help him and have him for one night, can she really leave the opportunity sitting on the table?
No. The answer is no. God, does she hate herself this much?
“What if it wasn’t just fantasy?”
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aka lisbon calls jane's bluff, and that's the beginning of the end.
Bookmarked by hxc-lz (protowrite)
24 Nov 2025
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“You’ve been running a con on me,” Lisbon accuses him, but she can’t help the smile tugging at her lips.
Jane huffs. “Of course I have. Teresa, I’ve been running the most transparent, gentle con of my life on you.” He pauses, eyes scanning her face, taking in her lack of anger with relief. “To be frank, I hesitate to call it a con when I’m practically laying my intentions at your feet.”
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aka rewriting 6x10 but making jane twenty percent more obsessive, making lisbon care twenty percent less about the rules, and making both of them fifty percent more touch starved
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- Part 1 of would you give me the time of day?
Bookmarked by hxc-lz (protowrite)
24 Nov 2025