Stay

A Jane & Lisbon Story

By Brown Eyes Parker

Summary:

Jane and Lisbon's budding romance is threatened with the return of billionaire Walter Mashburn. Who will Lisbon choose? The man who can give her empty glamour? Or the one who's been there all along? Inspired by "Stay" by SafetySuit.

Dedicated to:

watchyouwalk (Autumn), because we were IMing one night, and she helped me come up with the idea of Jane and Lisbon's romance being threatened by Mashburn's return. Thanks for being my muse Autumn.

To Jisbon4ever (Laura), just because she's totally awesome, and one of my best friends on (Love Patricia)

Love,

Holly

Disclaimer:

I don't own anything. If I did, I wouldn't even be writing this story right now.

Author's Note:

Nothing to say. Enjoy the chapter.

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Chapter 6

When somebody loves you, it's no good unless he loves you all the way

Happy to be near you when you need someone to cheer you all the way

Taller than the tallest tree is, that's how it's got to feel

Deeper than the deep blue sea is

That's how deep it goes if it's real

When somebody needs you, it's unless he needs you all the way

Through the good or lean years, and for all those in between years come what may

Who knows where the road will lead us, only a fool would say

But if you let me love you, it's for sure I'm gonna love you all the way

All the way

All the Way, Frank Sinatra & Celine Dion_

"Patrick! This is a surprise. . . it's been so long. . . too long!" Mashburn said as one of his maids led Jane out onto his sun deck.

"I know," Jane replied. "But with your traipsing all over Europe, and my catching the bad guys over here, there's not much of a chance of our meeting up regularly. You know?"

"You're mad at me about Teresa, aren't you?" Mashburn asked rhetorically. "It's not like I've stolen her away from you yet."

"Why do you even want her?" Jane burst out. "She's not like any of your models! She's nicer, and so much more real! She's beautiful. . . but not in the fake way."

"Why do I want her?" Mashburn repeated. "You tell me, you're the one who's supposed to know everything."

"I think it's the same reason that you've always wanted her," Jane said. "Because you want what you can't have. I bet you can't tell me one thing you really love about her. She's not exactly religious. . . but she still wears her Cross necklace all the time. Do you know why she does that? Her brother Tommy and his girlfriend live an hour away from here, and she visits them once a month."

"I had a PI do a background check on both you and her. . . I could tell you things that you didn't know about yourself, or her," Mashburn answered. "And the rest of the stuff. . .well, you learn it over time, don't you?"

"But do you even care?"

Mashburn shrugged. "Should I care about her stupid cross necklace? Or where her brother lives?"

"And do you know that Lisbon has four smiles? Each of them are different too," Jane continued. "One of her smiles is when she's with her family, or talking about them. Then there's one when she has a big lead in a case, there's one for when she's with the team and we're just having a good time. And then there's one when somebody does something really nice or special for her."

"I can learn all of these things about her," Mashburn answered. "We have years."

"If you hurt her. . . if you so much as blink in another woman's direction, I swear I will. . . hunt you down and make you wish you were never born."

"So, you're just going to let her go then?"

"No. . . this is if she chooses you over me," Jane replied.

"How can somebody love somebody else so much?" Mashburn asked in surprise. "Especially you. . . a person who's had so many bad things happen to him? A person who lost everything and everybody that he held dear?"

"Honestly?" Jane said. "I don't know. . . I didn't think I'd ever be able to love again after my wife and daughter died. And then I met Lisbon. . . and I can't even explain it. It was like I was reborn, and I had began a brand new life."

Mashburn looked at the glass of brandy in his hand. "So, the chances of you falling in love with somebody else – if Teresa chooses me – are. . .?"

"Non-existent," Jane answered. "There's nobody else in the world I can even imagine spending the rest of my life with."

"Thank you for coming Patrick, but I have somebody coming over in twenty minutes," Mashburn said. "I think it'll be best if you're not here when they arrive."

Jane nodded. "And thank you for your time Walter."

.

"Teresa!" Mashburn said when she came out onto the sun deck.

"Walter. . . I was awake all night, and we need to talk."

"Uh-oh. . . I hate those words," Mashburn replied.

"This is serious."

"Unless of course, this is good news," Mashburn said. "Come, sit down."

"Walter. . . I've been doing a lot of thinking, and I think that I want to. . . I need to know why you love me," Lisbon said.

"Why?" Mashburn repeated.

"You can't just love a person because you think that's what they want to hear so that you'll have a chance with them," Lisbon replied. "You have to love them for their details."

"Since when do you care about love?"

"Since. . . forever," Lisbon answered truthfully. "My father loved my mother so much. . . that in the end, it killed him. I'm not saying that I want love to kill me, but— and you told me that you loved me. So, why do you love me?"

Mashburn was at a loss for words, when he decided to steal from Jane. "You have four smiles!"

"What?"

"You have four smiles," Mashburn repeated. "One of your smiles is when you're with your family, or talking about them. Then there's one when you have a big lead in a case, there's one for when you're with the team and just having a good time. And then there's one when somebody does something really nice or special for you."

Lisbon smiled. "You noticed my smiles?"

"Who wouldn't?" Mashburn replied. "They're really. . . nice smiles."

Lisbon blushed. "Thank you."

Thank you Patrick, Mashburn thought. He smiled too. "You're welcome."

"But it's not enough."

"What are you talking about?" Mashburn asked. "How can it not be enough?"

"I need to know how you love me," Lisbon said. "Would you be willing to die for me?"

"Well. . ."

"Would you be willing to stay faithful to me?"

Mashburn laughed. "I don't. . ."

"Are you always going to save me?"

"What?" Mashburn asked incredulously.

"Are you willing to go to extreme lengths to keep me with you if I ever wanted to leave?"

"I guess so. . ."

"If you lost all of your money tomorrow, would you still be here?"

Mashburn shrugged.

"Do you really know me?" Lisbon asked. "Do you know why I wear my cross necklace all the time, even though I only go to church at Easter, Christmas, and on my Mother's birthday? Or on Charlotte Jane's birthday – but please don't tell Jane that I do that! Do you know why I prefer Emeralds to any other jewel? Do you know my favorite band? Or my favorite songs? Do you know what I'm really doing when I say I'm visiting my family? Do you know my favorite movie—"

"Have you been talking to Patrick?" Mashburn replied.

"No. . . not since last night," Lisbon answered. "Why?"

Mashburn shook his head. "Never mind. . . listen, Teresa. . . I can learn all these things. We've barely met more than five times."

"Jane knows me," Lisbon said. "He knew me the first day he met me."

"Then your choice is obvious, isn't it?"

Lisbon's mouth opened and closed. And then she sighed. "I'm sorry Walter. I just can't do this."

"Oh come on Teresa! Think about everything we could share!"

"I am thinking about it," Lisbon answered. "Every single day, and I don't think yachts and trips around the world can buy happiness."

"Is that all I am to you?" Mashburn asked. "A multi-billionaire with a yacht?"

"No. . ." Lisbon said. "You're a self-centered, multi-billionaire with a yacht, twenty cars, and a mansion. . . and any woman that you want."

"What about Patrick? He's self-centered too, isn't he?"

Lisbon didn't reply.

"I told you that I'm in love with you," Mashburn said. "Doesn't that count for anything? I know that Patrick hasn't told you that he loves you."

"Not in so many words," Lisbon answered. "But sometimes. . . it's more than words. Which, by the way, is one of my favorite songs. More than Words by Extreme. I used to love it when it was first released, but I love it even more now. Why? Because, it's mine and Jane's song. It was the first song we ever danced to. . . and when he took me in his arms, I felt like I belonged his arms. And I never felt that way with anybody before. It was right, you know?"

"Whatever you say," Mashburn replied.

Lisbon sighed, getting ready to leave. And then, she whirled around to look at Mashburn. "I like the Spice Girls. Sometimes, I like to dance around my apartment to them. I love old movies. But my favorite movie is You've Got Mail with Meg Ryan and Tom Hanks. Sometimes I lie about visiting my family and stay home all weekend just to watch movies and eat ice cream.I prefer Emeralds because Jane gave me an Emerald necklace and told me that it looked beautiful with my eyes.

"And I wear this cross all the time, because it was the last thing my mother gave to me. . . she left it to me in her will. Jane knows all those things—"

"So?" Mashburn said. "Just because somebody knows a bunch of stuff about you, doesn't mean that you should stay with them."

"But don't you see? It isn't just about those things. . . he knows that I need my daily Starbucks, and he usually has it for me. He knows that I smell like cinnamon. . ."

"Oh, is that your perfume?"

"He knows that Barbara Streisand songs make me cry. . . and he loves my nieces and nephews like they were his own. Every birthday, he has something for them. He told his father about me, even before we were an item." Lisbon laughed. "I bet he even knows about my smiles. . . I bet he noticed them before you even did."

Mashburn cleared his throat. "Actually. . ."

"Yes?" Lisbon asked.

"He was the one to tell me about them in the first place," Mashburn answered.

Lisbon looked shocked.

"Yeah. . ."Mashburn trailed off. "But Teresa, I want you. . . I want you more than anything."

Lisbon sat down in a chair heavily. "But for how much longer will you want me? How much longer will you 'love' me? Is it just a matter of time before I become yesterday's news, and you get bored with me?"

"Does it matter? Why can't today matter, and just today?"

"I'm not getting any younger," Lisbon said. "I want something long-term. I want a family, with little kids running under my feet at Christmas. I want it to be like that Frank Sinatra song. . . when somebody loves you, it's no good unless he loves you all the way. When somebody needs you, it's no good unless he needs you all the way. Can you honestly give me something like that?"

"I don't know."

"Do you even want to try and give me something long-term?"

"I'd like to say yes. . . but I don't know."

Lisbon looked at the sky. "I don't know how I'm going to face Jane again."

"If he really loves you like you say that he does, he'll take you back."

"You really don't mind?"

Mashburn shrugged. "It isn't the first time I've lost. . . and it probably won't be the last. Granted, I've won a lot more times than I've lost. . . but—"

Lisbon smiled at him. "We can be friends. . . if you want to be."

"Friends. . . that term is so overused, and so high school."

"Isn't it better than nothing?"

"No," Mashburn said. "But I'll take it. . . if I have to. Will you see me tomorrow, as friends?"

"Do you promise you won't try to confuse me anymore?" Lisbon asked. "And you won't try to seduce me over a meal, or kiss me again? Do you promise that you'll be happy for me and Jane?"

"I promise," Mashburn answered, offering her his hand to shake on it. "I don't like it, but I promise."

TBC. . .