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vocab_drabblesTitle: The Heart Makes its Own Choices
Fandom: Miami Vice
Author: Cat Moon
Rating: G
Words: 397
Characters/Pairings: Rico, Trudy (potential Rico/Trudy)
Summary: While they wait and worry after Sonny is shot in the line of duty, Rico and Trudy take comfort from each other. Takes place during the episode, "A Bullet for Crockett."
Notes: I'll be honest, this fic decided it wanted to be long, so I'm writing a continuation. If you're interested, it'll be at my journal and on AO3 when it's finished.
Rico sat down on the unforgiving sofa, resigned to the reality of another night of fitful napping in the hospital waiting room.
Waiting.
He never thought about how apropos the name was before. It was the Waiting Room. Where people Waited (to hear if their loved ones were going to live or die).
You’re losing it, Rico, he chided himself, rubbing at his eyes. Gotta hold it together.
For Sonny.
It was futile to even contemplate getting any real sleep and truth be told he didn’t want to, fearful of what dreams might await. Even awake, the bittersweet memories were swamping him as he wondered if they would ever get the chance to make any new ones.
The couch dipped, shaking him out of his thoughts. He was unsurprised to turn and see Trudy there. She’d been providing silent support and staying close all day.
He smiled tiredly at her.
“Rico, you need to get some real sleep,” Trudy told him gently. “In a bed.”
“I’m fine here,” he countered, shaking his head.
“Come home with me,” she continued doggedly. “My place is closer to the hospital; you can be back here in a few minutes if need be.”
“I’d rather stay.”
“I’ve got fresh fruit,” she coaxed with a smile. “And juice.”
Rico glanced at the coffee pot on the table, mouth watering at the idea of eating and drinking something besides the vile coffee he’d been subsisting on for over 24 hours now.
“You’re not doing Sonny any good by running yourself into the ground. What would he think of this, huh?”
Trudy had pulled out all the stops by invoking Sonny's name. Because Rico knew exactly what his partner would say. He could even hear Sonny's voice in his head, a gruffly affectionate order: Go get some rest, Rico.
The threat of tears stung his eyes, and he blinked to banish them. It was more than that. Out of everyone on the team, Trudy was the only one who seemed to see beyond his stoic exterior, to acknowledge the pain he was keeping inside. It was hard to remain stubborn against that kindness. It was wearing him down. He didn’t really relish the idea of another night of being alone with his thoughts and fears.
“Maybe for a few hours,” he capitulated.
Trudy smiled like the sun coming out, and it broke Rico’s heart.
Fandom: Miami Vice
Author: Cat Moon
Rating: G
Words: 397
Characters/Pairings: Rico, Trudy (potential Rico/Trudy)
Summary: While they wait and worry after Sonny is shot in the line of duty, Rico and Trudy take comfort from each other. Takes place during the episode, "A Bullet for Crockett."
Notes: I'll be honest, this fic decided it wanted to be long, so I'm writing a continuation. If you're interested, it'll be at my journal and on AO3 when it's finished.
Rico sat down on the unforgiving sofa, resigned to the reality of another night of fitful napping in the hospital waiting room.
Waiting.
He never thought about how apropos the name was before. It was the Waiting Room. Where people Waited (to hear if their loved ones were going to live or die).
You’re losing it, Rico, he chided himself, rubbing at his eyes. Gotta hold it together.
For Sonny.
It was futile to even contemplate getting any real sleep and truth be told he didn’t want to, fearful of what dreams might await. Even awake, the bittersweet memories were swamping him as he wondered if they would ever get the chance to make any new ones.
The couch dipped, shaking him out of his thoughts. He was unsurprised to turn and see Trudy there. She’d been providing silent support and staying close all day.
He smiled tiredly at her.
“Rico, you need to get some real sleep,” Trudy told him gently. “In a bed.”
“I’m fine here,” he countered, shaking his head.
“Come home with me,” she continued doggedly. “My place is closer to the hospital; you can be back here in a few minutes if need be.”
“I’d rather stay.”
“I’ve got fresh fruit,” she coaxed with a smile. “And juice.”
Rico glanced at the coffee pot on the table, mouth watering at the idea of eating and drinking something besides the vile coffee he’d been subsisting on for over 24 hours now.
“You’re not doing Sonny any good by running yourself into the ground. What would he think of this, huh?”
Trudy had pulled out all the stops by invoking Sonny's name. Because Rico knew exactly what his partner would say. He could even hear Sonny's voice in his head, a gruffly affectionate order: Go get some rest, Rico.
The threat of tears stung his eyes, and he blinked to banish them. It was more than that. Out of everyone on the team, Trudy was the only one who seemed to see beyond his stoic exterior, to acknowledge the pain he was keeping inside. It was hard to remain stubborn against that kindness. It was wearing him down. He didn’t really relish the idea of another night of being alone with his thoughts and fears.
“Maybe for a few hours,” he capitulated.
Trudy smiled like the sun coming out, and it broke Rico’s heart.
