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Bronte and Joe ponder on their future together.
Notes:
Setting; extended scene of my fave episode EVER 5x8 ‘Follie au Deux’ , right after Joe killed Dane
So, yeah, this could lead to a ‘little’ delusional Bronte (Yep, my dear, you fixed him, keep telling yourself the fairytale).
Prompt: Meeting in the middle

Be my sun forever

What she can’t see, she doesn’t know
I, I don't know,
I -maybe, maybe, I,
Never really found that out.
Give me something to believe,
Maybe, maybe,
Make me something you don't need
Maybe, maybe,
‘Cause baby, baby, it's not hard
(Centerfold, MOTHXR)

Bronte’s POV

I woke up in the open cage and you’re not by my side anymore.
And I don’t like it.
I push the blanket and I dress myself again.
It’s not because of the coldness of the environment - and with sixty-five degrees it’s more than plausible.-; it’s the cold I feel in my heart.
Just at the thought that all the things I told you, all the speech I gave you, it was all useless.

I step out of the cage and take a glimpse of the ID documents of our former prisoner.
This means that now you know his address.
And it’s past midnight, the perfect time of the night to make some … wicked deeds.
But you wouldn’t do that, right?
Maybe I’ll never find that out.
You wouldn’t betray my trust, not after all the things we’ve been through.
Give something to believe, I need it so much.

Fuck, Joe, I totally tipped my whole life over for you.
I turned my back to my friends, I’ve developed a new side of me to take this leap into the void.
But… how much void is going to be?
Please, Joe, prove to me that the waters of your sea are not that deep.
Maybe it’s not that hard if we swim together.
Maybe it won’t be that hard if we find a compromise.
Meet me in the middle.

What you did for me today… I liked it.
The power you gave me over that rude guy.
The trust in me you tested.
When you came back to the basement, to me it just felt home.
I guess this thing connected me to you on so many levels.
Would I want something like that again?
Maybe.
Turn me again into your partner in crime, if you want, I like the complicity.
But maybe you don’t need this.
Track someone down, scare someone, even teach them a lesson if you want, but then just let them go.
I mean, I may like the sense of protection, but I don’t want death to surround me.

I’ve already had my dose of dark days.
Now I need someone by my side to brighten the path I chose to cross.
Please, Joe, be my sun forever.

Joe’s POV

I don’t know what gave me more satisfaction.
Crushing Kate, right before quitting the videocall.
Staring at the bloodstained weapon I just killed that waste-of-space dude with.
No, okay, the kill wins, hands down.
But the most satisfying thing ever is knowing that you’ll be there, waiting for me at home.
Be it the cage, a corner of Mooney’s, our apartment.
Wherever I can find you, there it’s home.
I recall in my mind all the things we said to each other.
I just told you a little lie, Bronte: you didn’t fixed me, for the simple reason there’s nothing to fix in me.
I must remain the way I am.
For you. For us.
Killing people I label as a threat is something I can’t give up.
Not even for you, Bronte.
No matter how much I love you.
But the fact that you know I killed someone - you just don’t know the exact number - and chose to stay with me, to accept me, to accept all the love I can give to you, this is priceless.

It’s ironic: when I was with Love I rejected that she urged me to kill.
But it was a lot more complicated than this.
I wouldn’t want her with me even if - proving by contradiction - she was still alive.
When we were together it was a nightmare: she killed whoever she pleased and I had to cover all her tracks, fix all her mess.
My kills are always pondered, they follow a logic; Love killed without even thinking.

I’m done with this type of dynamic.

I’ll never ask you to hurt someone for me, although the image of you holding a gun or a knife is disturbingly sexy.
Making you something I don’t need would be just useless.
By the same token, you should figure out what to do.
Make something you don’t need, or rather you don’t think you need.
Make me the fearless knight to your damself in distress.
That’s what I call meeting in the middle.

This is the only way to make our future together perfect, to make things work for real.
I don’t expect it to happen immediately, we’re gonna take time for that, Bronte.
After all, I still have to focus on you better.
I know that you fooled me, and that the major part of you regrets that; but I don’t know when exactly you changed your mind about me, when you began to see me from a different perspective: love.
Maybe I never found that out, maybe I never will.

All I know is that we need each other.
All I know is that I need you by my side.
All I know is that I really wanna try to give us a chance; a chance to be happy.
We both deserve that.
With time, one fine day I'll open with you more and more, I’ll be able to talk to you about everything and you won’t judge me.
But for now we need some white lies, here and there.
Even such a darkness like mine needs a ray of light.

Please, Bronte, be my sun forever.

Bronte’s POV

I heard some noises coming from upstairs and I understood you are back.
Finally.
I could pretend to be asleep, but I prefer to let you find me awake.
Inside the open cage.

“Are you already up?” You ask me… or is it an accusation?

“Well, you know, I happen to sleep better when you’re by my side.” I step closer to the threshold.

Wait. Was it an accusation from me?

“You’re right. I should have stayed.” You apologize, as you take off your jacket, throw it on the chair and walk closer. “But it was stronger than me. I woke up and I couldn’t fall asleep anymore, so I guessed that a walk would help.”

“And why couldn’t you sleep? Was it because of me? Did something I said scare you?” I inquire, as I nervously play with the key on the glove box.

You rush towards me.

“Oh, God, Bronte, honey, no, never. “ You hold my hands, and your look is so reassuring.

Well, if I have to be sincere, you look way too satisfied, thrilled I would say and, no matter how good I can be in bed, I know there must be something else behind your euphoria.

Something you won’t tell me, Not tonight, anyway.

And what I can’t see, I can’t know.

“If anything, it’s being so close to happiness that scares me, the fear of losing it scares the hell out of me.” You add, a few instants later, your hands still holding mine tightly.

“Oh, baby, come here.” I let your hands go, only to hug you.

The best way to let you know I’m staying, no matter what.

Whatever you did tonight - if ever one day you’ll decide to tell me - it doesn’t matter.
It ends tonight.
From tomorrow there will be a fresh start.
You, me and a bright path to cross together.
And maybe it’s not that hard.

Joe’s POV

I’ve never felt so much heat as in this hug we’re sharing here, inside the cage.

The cage where, just a few hours ago, you locked yourself in, willingly.
Something that impressed me, so much that I didn’t even try to object, when you asked me to do the same.

No one ever managed to lock me in the cage, not asking me to enter willingly, at least.
R.I.P. Beck, Candace and Love.

Just like how you locked your curiosity, your need to know what I did tonight.
You’re just the way I pictured you.
You’re the one, Bronte.
You’re my equal, not about the killing - I guess Love was- , but about the rest…
I mean, you stalked me for years and I haven’t even noticed.
You catfished me so shrewdly, you forced into my life shaping yourself according to my most inner desires.
That’s something I usually do.
You played my same game. You gave me a taste of my own medicine.

It hurt at first, a lot, but then it turned out you didn’t shape anything, it wasn’t an act.
This was and is the ultimate you.
Bronte Louise Flannery.
The one I know I’ll love forever.

Tonight I just had to do what I had to do.
But if nothing bad happens, no one gets in our way, no one tries to hurt you, I think I can do that.
I can let the protector leave the driver’s seat.
Maybe it’s not hard.

This hug could really last forever, if only…

“Joe?”

“Mm?”

“My arms are getting numb.” You make me laugh as I part from you.

Another thing I love about you.

“And you already have not 100% performing legs…” I add, as I offer you my arm to link with. “Let’s go, hold on to me, baby.”

Once we are back in our apartment, in our bed, you curl up to my side, resting your head on my bare chest, as I wrap an arm around your waist.

I don’t care if it will go numb.

“I love you.” You murmur, before closing your eyes.

“And I love you.” I whisper back, turning the light off.

I know something for sure: our future looks bright.

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THE END
Notes:
Well, about Bronte holding a gun, Joe just has to wait for episode 5x10 (The only one I don’t like to write about) ^^’
About her holding a knife, if you want, check out my (rather dark) shot ‘You knew before I did’ that may or may not have a (darker) sequel.
About this fic, I’ll never grow tired of saying 5x8 is my fave episode ever, but I’ve always wondered if Bronte woke up, while Joe was outside killing.
Sometimes I think she didn’t notice anything and kept sleeping, but the prompt (and also the beautiful ‘Centerfold’ aka my fave song of MOTHXR) suggested this.
Hope you won’t mind.
I apologize for all the introspection, I hope it’s not too heavy to read.
See ya tomorrow with more light fluff
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