"New Beginnings (4/4) - Epilogue" - Hobbs/Raydor Fic
Title: New Beginnings (4/4) - Epilogue
Pairing: Hobbs/Raydor
Rating: T
Word Count: 1, 016 words
Disclaimer: Not my characters or television show
A/N: This fic came into existence thanks to a prompt from rococoms who then became totally invaluable while I was writing. Thank you as well to redrockcan for her insight and encouragement. And thank you very much to everyone who has stuck with this, it's been such a pleasure reading your feedback and encouragement. :)
Summary: Sharon's transfer to Major Crimes causes a rift in her relationship with Andrea. Previous chapter can be found HERE
“Do you have your movie ticket?” Sharon asked, handing Rusty a twenty dollar bill, “Here, in case you want snacks.”
“Thanks,” he said brightly, taking the offered cash, “Ticket is in my pocket. Derek is bringing the 3D glasses. Jack and his girlfriend are going to drive us home after,” he said, already anticipating her next few questions.
“What movie is it you’re seeing again?” she asked, absently straightening the collar on his plaid shirt.
“Skyfall. It’s a James Bond movie.”
“Oh, I never liked the Bond films all that much,” she said, “But let me know how it is anyway.”
“Sure,” he grabbed his shoes and sweater, “Hey what time is Andrea coming by?” he asked. “I wanted to say hello,” he explained.
“She’ll be here soon,” she said casually. He tugged both sneakers on and shrugged his sweater over his shoulders.
Each day she counted her blessings that her foster child and partner were both so fond of one another; she didn’t know what she would have done had that not been the case. Andrea was such a natural with Rusty; her dry, and often sarcastic, sense of humour was a real hit with the teen. And, as it turned out, Andrea was also an avid spaghetti western fan, possessing a ridiculously large collection of the DVDs, which she often brought over to watch with them. Of course, this made her immeasurably cool in Rusty’s eyes, which meant that after their dinners or lunches together, Sharon was forced to sit through said films. Though, with Andrea’s arm around her, and Rusty’s palpable enthusiasm setting the mood, the cheesy dialogue and ridiculous plots became much more tolerable; and for the sake of their happiness, Sharon sat through them.
Sharon has asked one night if Andrea had ever considered raising children of her own, complimenting her on her patience, skill, and obvious joy when it came to Rusty. The blonde had shrugged shyly, saying that she had always wanted a child, but that the woman she had lived with for ten years did not share her interest, so she had contented herself on spoiling her nieces and nephews. With Rusty and Sharon in her life now, she’d been given the chance to help parent a child on a nearly daily basis, between driving him to school, helping him with his homework, or simply enjoying his company at dinner or while watching television.
“Are you two going out to a restaurant or something? That’s a really nice dress.” Rusty took in her fancy red cocktail dress and shiny black heels. Normally she changed into something more casual when she got home from work.
“Thank you,” she said at his compliment, “But, no, we’re staying in.” Her face reddened somewhat. “When you get to be my age, you look forward to relaxing on your Friday night.” She winked at him self- depreciatingly.
“Uh huh, relaxing, sure,” he gave her a knowing smirk. Sometimes this boy was far too clever for his own good. “Should I knock three times or something before coming in tonight?” He threw a look of contrived innocence her way.
“Oh, go on,” she huffed, “worry about having a good time with your friends. Call me if you need anything, Andrea and I will come and pick you up if you want to leave the theatre early, or if you change your mind and don’t want to see the movie at all,” she said, following him to her front door.
“I will,” he said seriously, knowing it was better to just agree with her than insist that she didn’t need to worry about him.
Rusty opened the door to her condo, just as Andrea was raising her hand to knock on the door. “Hey Rusty,” she greeted him warmly, “on your way out?” she asked.
“Yeah, looks like you’re on your way in." He cocked his head at the white roses she was holding. “She’ll like those,” he said in a stage whisper, obviously signaling his approval as well.
He’d been a bit shocked when Sharon had revealed their relationship to him, but he’d gotten over that shock the moment that he saw how Andrea treated her, and that she never once made Rusty feel like his presence was resented. He had realized then, with blinding clarity, that what they had was a true partnership; a relationship built on mutual trust and respect, not on resentment, selfishness, dependency, or greed.
“I love them,” Sharon confirmed as Andrea handed her the small bouquet. Anticipating such a gift, as Andrea rarely came by without a flower or small bouquet, she placed them in the vase on her dinner room table. The simple arrangement complimented the plate setting nicely.
Both women stared at each other with barely concealed adoration, and Rusty couldn’t help but make a comment. “Still here, wait until I’ve left and the door is locked,” he said with good humour. Andrea winked at him conspiratorially, loving how the simple gesture made Sharon blush profusely.
Sharon rolled her eyes affectionately, dragging him into a brief embrace. “Have fun,” she repeated.
“Yeah, you too,” he said; returning her embrace had become such an easy gesture to him now. With one last smirk, he closed the door to her condo, leaving Sharon alone with Andrea for the first time in a very long time.
“Did we just get out-sassed by a sixteen year old?” the blonde asked as she wrapped her arms around Sharon’s waist. Sharon leaned into her lover’s embrace, feeling safe and at home within the confines of Andrea’s arms.
“Mmm, that we did. Welcome to one of the many joys of raising teenagers,” she chuckled, kissing Andrea briefly. Andrea’s hands drifted from their place on Sharon’s waist to cup her ass fondly, bringing their bodies even closer together.
“You know, the movie he’s seeing is like three hours long,” Andrea whispered against Sharon’s lips, “plus it will take him a good half hour to get there and back...”
“Is that so?” Sharon said teasingly.
“Mmhmm, and remember, I have a really big apology to make.”
Pairing: Hobbs/Raydor
Rating: T
Word Count: 1, 016 words
Disclaimer: Not my characters or television show
A/N: This fic came into existence thanks to a prompt from rococoms who then became totally invaluable while I was writing. Thank you as well to redrockcan for her insight and encouragement. And thank you very much to everyone who has stuck with this, it's been such a pleasure reading your feedback and encouragement. :)
Summary: Sharon's transfer to Major Crimes causes a rift in her relationship with Andrea. Previous chapter can be found HERE
“Do you have your movie ticket?” Sharon asked, handing Rusty a twenty dollar bill, “Here, in case you want snacks.”
“Thanks,” he said brightly, taking the offered cash, “Ticket is in my pocket. Derek is bringing the 3D glasses. Jack and his girlfriend are going to drive us home after,” he said, already anticipating her next few questions.
“What movie is it you’re seeing again?” she asked, absently straightening the collar on his plaid shirt.
“Skyfall. It’s a James Bond movie.”
“Oh, I never liked the Bond films all that much,” she said, “But let me know how it is anyway.”
“Sure,” he grabbed his shoes and sweater, “Hey what time is Andrea coming by?” he asked. “I wanted to say hello,” he explained.
“She’ll be here soon,” she said casually. He tugged both sneakers on and shrugged his sweater over his shoulders.
Each day she counted her blessings that her foster child and partner were both so fond of one another; she didn’t know what she would have done had that not been the case. Andrea was such a natural with Rusty; her dry, and often sarcastic, sense of humour was a real hit with the teen. And, as it turned out, Andrea was also an avid spaghetti western fan, possessing a ridiculously large collection of the DVDs, which she often brought over to watch with them. Of course, this made her immeasurably cool in Rusty’s eyes, which meant that after their dinners or lunches together, Sharon was forced to sit through said films. Though, with Andrea’s arm around her, and Rusty’s palpable enthusiasm setting the mood, the cheesy dialogue and ridiculous plots became much more tolerable; and for the sake of their happiness, Sharon sat through them.
Sharon has asked one night if Andrea had ever considered raising children of her own, complimenting her on her patience, skill, and obvious joy when it came to Rusty. The blonde had shrugged shyly, saying that she had always wanted a child, but that the woman she had lived with for ten years did not share her interest, so she had contented herself on spoiling her nieces and nephews. With Rusty and Sharon in her life now, she’d been given the chance to help parent a child on a nearly daily basis, between driving him to school, helping him with his homework, or simply enjoying his company at dinner or while watching television.
“Are you two going out to a restaurant or something? That’s a really nice dress.” Rusty took in her fancy red cocktail dress and shiny black heels. Normally she changed into something more casual when she got home from work.
“Thank you,” she said at his compliment, “But, no, we’re staying in.” Her face reddened somewhat. “When you get to be my age, you look forward to relaxing on your Friday night.” She winked at him self- depreciatingly.
“Uh huh, relaxing, sure,” he gave her a knowing smirk. Sometimes this boy was far too clever for his own good. “Should I knock three times or something before coming in tonight?” He threw a look of contrived innocence her way.
“Oh, go on,” she huffed, “worry about having a good time with your friends. Call me if you need anything, Andrea and I will come and pick you up if you want to leave the theatre early, or if you change your mind and don’t want to see the movie at all,” she said, following him to her front door.
“I will,” he said seriously, knowing it was better to just agree with her than insist that she didn’t need to worry about him.
Rusty opened the door to her condo, just as Andrea was raising her hand to knock on the door. “Hey Rusty,” she greeted him warmly, “on your way out?” she asked.
“Yeah, looks like you’re on your way in." He cocked his head at the white roses she was holding. “She’ll like those,” he said in a stage whisper, obviously signaling his approval as well.
He’d been a bit shocked when Sharon had revealed their relationship to him, but he’d gotten over that shock the moment that he saw how Andrea treated her, and that she never once made Rusty feel like his presence was resented. He had realized then, with blinding clarity, that what they had was a true partnership; a relationship built on mutual trust and respect, not on resentment, selfishness, dependency, or greed.
“I love them,” Sharon confirmed as Andrea handed her the small bouquet. Anticipating such a gift, as Andrea rarely came by without a flower or small bouquet, she placed them in the vase on her dinner room table. The simple arrangement complimented the plate setting nicely.
Both women stared at each other with barely concealed adoration, and Rusty couldn’t help but make a comment. “Still here, wait until I’ve left and the door is locked,” he said with good humour. Andrea winked at him conspiratorially, loving how the simple gesture made Sharon blush profusely.
Sharon rolled her eyes affectionately, dragging him into a brief embrace. “Have fun,” she repeated.
“Yeah, you too,” he said; returning her embrace had become such an easy gesture to him now. With one last smirk, he closed the door to her condo, leaving Sharon alone with Andrea for the first time in a very long time.
“Did we just get out-sassed by a sixteen year old?” the blonde asked as she wrapped her arms around Sharon’s waist. Sharon leaned into her lover’s embrace, feeling safe and at home within the confines of Andrea’s arms.
“Mmm, that we did. Welcome to one of the many joys of raising teenagers,” she chuckled, kissing Andrea briefly. Andrea’s hands drifted from their place on Sharon’s waist to cup her ass fondly, bringing their bodies even closer together.
“You know, the movie he’s seeing is like three hours long,” Andrea whispered against Sharon’s lips, “plus it will take him a good half hour to get there and back...”
“Is that so?” Sharon said teasingly.
“Mmhmm, and remember, I have a really big apology to make.”