(A/N): Hey, I'm sorry for all your impatience for the second part of this so I decided to post it as soon as I had it finished, though I admit it wasn't very quickly as I wanted to live up to expectations. Rated T for language as I drop the f bomb as well as a few other words that are questionable in my use of them, but I am a teenager myself so it's obvious if I can use it then they can't be that bad, or that there aren't that many of them to gain a higher rating. Please let me know what you think. The ending is a bit abrupt, I admit, but I still think it's sweet and is right to be ending there in happiness. Sigh, I am such a Jisbon shipper.
Also, I had to make Lisbon really angry at him, as otherwise there was no way I could get her to swear at him, and he needed a bit of coarse language to get him to actually see things as they actually were for a change, haha. But we also see her mother bear protective side of those she cares about, so… Well, here it is…
I do not own the mentalist.
I did it all for you pt 2
Jane paced his dusty and damp attic impatiently as his mind raced through everything he either knew, or thought he knew for pretty much all of his life. He didn't know why he was going through all of his life at warp speed but he was and couldn't seem to stop it either. Finally, he snagged his car keys from the top of one of the discarded boxes that had been left in the room years ago and ran down to his car, trying not to get even a glimpse of any of the team at all. They had all worked out what Lisbon was trying to say and now hated him for just walking off and leaving her alone there. Cho was giving him the cold shoulder, Rigsby would stand in front of Lisbon's office like a bulldog guarding its master, and Grace would swap between concerned looks for Lisbon and anything she did and glares for him and anything he even attempted to do.
He drove on autopilot, without really thinking about where he was going. He didn't even know where he wanted to go. His thoughts were too busy elsewhere. Eventually he ended up outside the cemetery without any recollection of how he got there without causing any accidents or collisions. Oh well, he thought, maybe they will know what I should do. It couldn't hurt any more than it was already doing. He got out of his car and walked across the grass until he reached his wife's and daughter's graves. He sat before them silently, trying hard not to think about their bloody, mutilated bodies. Instead, some memories he had forgotten about long ago came flooding back to him in crystal clear clarity.
"I don't care who you are or just how much you think of yourself Paddy, I don't want to be anywhere near you." A fourteen year old Angela said firmly to a fifteen year old Patrick. "Just because you are used to women falling at your feet doesn't mean I will as well. I will never do that so you can go back to wherever you were before you saw me because I'm not interested!"
"Hey Paddy," A very pregnant Angela came to stand behind Patrick, who was staring out to the sea on the porch of their new home. They had bought it the week before and had spent the entire day painting and arranging furniture in the nursery. "What would you do if we weren't here? Me and our beautiful baby, that is. As in, permanently not here?"
"I don't need to answer that," Patrick smiled. "You and our little miracle currently in your stomach will be around forever, just like me."
"I said ifPaddy, I wasn't meaning I would," Angela pouted. All she really wanted to hear was that if she and their child died then he would move on and find someone else to love, even if that meant he forgot about them.
"Then I would stay alone forever," Patrick said immediately, still watching the soothing image of the waves breaking against the sand. Angela sighed.
"I don't want that Paddy," She said softly. "I want you to be happy. But," She warned him firmly, though still playfully. "You need to pick someone who will challenge you Paddy. You need someone who had a strong mid, someone who can't be pushed into your way of thinking. You need a challenge, Paddy, and that's what I was to you. You need someone else to do that, or you would never be happy."
"And you?" He asked, turning to face his wife. "What would you do if I died?"
"Hmm," Angela said thoughtfully. "I would probably mourn you for a bit, look after our baby, grow old knowing my first love will always hold a piece of my heart, no matter who else I love."
"But we are going to grow old together," Patrick said, cuddling his wife carefully so he didn't hurt her or her baby bump.
"I'll protect you forever, both you Angela, and you, our beautiful baby girl, Charlotte." Patrick promised fiercely as he held the sleeping newborn baby girl in his arms. Angela smiled wearily from where she was lay on the hospital bed.
"Bad things happen, Paddy. Just remember all I told you."
Patrick sobbed as the memories surrounded him. He had forgotten all his wife had told him when she was heavily pregnant with Charlotte. He had forgotten a lot of things. Other, more recent memories came crashing into his mind.
Lisbon smiling at him after he had been kidnapped.
Feeling Lisbon's face when he had been temporarily blinded.
On the phone with her when she had found a bomb and being terrified by the thought she might die.
Horror when he had seen her lay on the floor with a bomb vets strapped to her chest.
Genuine smiles on his face when she joined him for 'teas to go' and his many other versions of tea-drinking.
Patrick looked to his wife's grave, tears still running down his face. "What am I supposed to do Ang?" He asked the headstone as though it could give him all the answers he was looking for. "I thought I loved Danielle, but she wasn't a challenge for me. She wanted me from the start and I saw that straight away. Then Lisbon sings for me and tells me she loves me, and I didn't even see it when it was so clear I must have been blind not to see it. And I don't know what to do, love."
He looked up in confusion when he heard a car door slam from the road where all the visitors parked. Looking round curiously, he saw a familiar black SUV and a familiar petite figure getting out. He was originally angry, thinking she had followed him to continue confusing him with her stupid emotions, but then proceeded to stare after her in bewilderment instead when he saw her turn the opposite way to where he was sat as though she hadn't even seen him, which she possibly hadn't. He turned back to the graves of Angela Ruskin-Jane and Charlotte Anne Jane.
"I'll be back in a minute."
Lisbon wandered through the rows of gravestones until she found the one she really needed to see. She knelt before it and put the small bouquet of flowers she had brought with her in front of the headstone gently.
"I did it, mum." She said out loud, not seeing Jane standing on the path behind her, listening to every word. "I told him, well sang for him. You always told me that my music was more powerful than my words would ever be. Well, it was powerful alright. He walked off with that Barbie on his arm, and didn't even look back once. You always told me I needed someone who would challenge me and make me laugh a lot, or I would never be happy. I found all of that, and I'm unhappier than ever. Why does my heart just ask to be crushed? You, dad, Tommy, James, Matty, everyone I ever meet eventually leaves me or breaks my heart. Why do I even bother anymore?"
Jane stood behind her and watched as she talked out loud to her mum. He felt bad when he heard the tears in her voice. She had been reduced to this because he was a bastard who had walked off on her, when he had promised never to leave her. He swallowed against the lump forming in the back of his throat. Her pain felt like it was his own. It was so intense he could barely stand it. What was this feeling?
"Love," He heard his wife say in his mind. "She holds your heart, and you hold hers. Her happiness is your happiness. Her pain is your pain. It's what love is. And it's time for you to move on from us now, my love"
Patrick's mind was made up in that moment. His Lisbon was in pain because of him. His wife wanted him to move on with someone who would challenge him, someone who wouldn't take his crap. That was Lisbon all over. He stepped forward silently until he was directly behind Lisbon. She was sobbing now with the intensity of her pain, and didn't hear him approach.
"Lisbon," He started, and watched as she jumped almost a mile into the air. She jumped to her feet and turned around to face him, wiping her face with the backs of her hands quickly.
"What do you want Jane?" She asked, glaring at the blonde stood in front of her.
"You," He said simply. Lisbon snorted, shook her head disbelievingly and began to walk off. Jane felt an overwhelming desperation and grabbed her sleeve to stop her from leaving.
"What do you really want Jane?" She hissed. "You want me to be around forever? Yeah, I've already passed over at least five fucking promotions for you over the years! You want me to remain at your side while you go off with countless Barbies?"
"Danielle isn't a Barbie," Jane pointed out, but that was obviously the wrong thing to say as Lisbon ripped her sleeve from his grasp angrily and walked off, throwing some words back over her shoulder at him as she disappeared round the corner.
"I did everything for you Jane. You took and took from me constantly. It's time you started giving something back or else just piss off!"
Jane walked into her office later on without knocking yet again. Lisbon didn't even look up.
"Why didn't you make me choose?" He asked raising his left hand where his ring was still on. Lisbon looked up.
"Because you love them," She said softly, keeping eye contact the entire time. "They are a part of you and I would never make you do something like that. It would be your decision to make, not mine. Never mine."
Just then Danielle walked in. "There you are," She said, directing her words to Jane and ignoring Lisbon's presence completely as thought it was just her and Jane in the room. "I asked you to do something and you disappeared in here. So come on, do it."
"I don't want to," Jane whispered, looking like a lost little boy.
"Well, I do," Danielle said firmly. "I want you to take your ring off now. You are with me now and I am not going round with a man who thinks he is married to a ghost."
Jane was about to answer when Lisbon answered before he could even open his mouth.
"How dare you?" She seethed, looking really pissed. Danielle glanced at her in shock. She had thought the team leader of the SCU was a small woman who could just be walked all over and she would just take it, but now she saw the real Teresa Lisbon come out from hiding. "How dare you ask him to do that? It's not your decision to make!"
"I think it is!" Danielle argued back immediately. Lisbon rounded her desk till she was face to face with the woman.
"No it's really not! Angela and Charlotte are his wife and daughter! You can't just ask him to forget them! His ring is his last reminder of who they are and all they stand for in his eyes! You're a true bitch if you think that you can just order him to forget about his loved ones!"
Danielle had slapped the petite woman in anger and found she had only succeeded in pissing her off even more and even her boyfriend looked angry with what she had just done. Lisbon launched herself at the woman, but was grabbed quickly round the waist by Jane and pulled in for a large hug to calm her down and reassure her. Danielle watched as Patrick pulled his boss towards him and was shocked when she saw the tears in the petite woman's eyes as she reciprocated the hug.
"Jane, I-" Lisbon whispered, but Jane immediately shushed her.
"Look, it was expected. I don't mind, believe me. It reminded you of what your dad did, yes?"
Lisbon nodded into his vest, still fighting the tears.
"What did I do?" Danielle asked, looking confused. Jane glared at her.
"You hit her." He snarled, holding Lisbon tighter to him. "No-one hits her or hurts her like that. No-one. Get out; I never want to see you again."
"Paddy-" Danielle began, tears welling up in her eyes.
"Don't call me Paddy. My wife called me Paddy, and you most definitely can't."
Danielle burst into tears and ran from the room.
Lisbon looked up when Danielle had gone. "You didn't need to do that," She whispered.
"Yes, I did," he whispered back and lifted her chin slightly before leaning down and meeting her lips with his own. It was just for a moment, even if it did feel magical, and he pulled back before it could go any deeper.
"I love you," He whispered against her lips. "And I was so blind not to see it earlier."
"Just kiss me then," Lisbon whispered back. "I love you too."
"Anything my lady asks," He grinned before reaching back in to kiss her once more. Another kiss, just one of many more to come.
He pulled back once again, but this time he pointed to her necklace. "Is your cross the only thing you can wear on there?" He asked her softly, playing with the cross between his fingers as he asked the question.
Lisbon looked confused but shook her head anyway. "No, I'm willing to wear other things, but I won't stop wearing my mother's cross. Sorry, but I can't stop wearing that."
"Good," He said, turning her away from him. She felt him undoing the clasp at the back of her neck, but didn't say anything. She felt something round and warm fall next to the cross and he redid the clasp, fastening it around her neck. She reached up and felt the foreign object on her chain. Her eyes widened and watered as she realised what it was.
"Jane, I can't-"
"Yes, you can." He said firmly. "They are part of me, but you hold my heart. I want you to have it."
"Thank you Jane," She whispered.
Round her neck lay not only her mother's cross, but also a worn golden wedding band that was now missing from Patrick Jane's left hand.
THE END… I think.