"You've reached Officer Taylor MacKenzie of the NYPD Twenty-Fifth Precinct. I can't take your call right now, so please leave a message and I'll be in touch as soon as I'm available."


[Message for Taylor or her mun can be left here]

LINK: Just because he can't feel it, definitely doesn't mean it ain't working.

LINK: She knew her second chance with him was a massive feat, and this time, she didn't want to do anything that could possibly jeopardise it, finding herself suddenly nervous to get into a car with anyone from Dillon.

LINK: I got him back and we're gettin' married!

LINK: Taylor tried her best not to let on how much it was turning her on watching him lick his dessert spoon like that so he didn't worry she was just trying to get into his pants, but she decided then that chocolate mudcake with ganache icing should be damn illegal.

[Follows a few days after THIS]

It had been a tough few days in Austin for Taylor, to say the least. She didn't think her or Jason intended for them to just end up in bed together as soon as they reunited, but it had happened, and she wasn't sorry for it. It was the first time in months she felt alive and connected again. That just wasn't something she could regret. But it hadn't made anything easier. In the wake of it, it just seemed that they fell into this realm of not visiting what they needed to; not talking about what needed to be discussed. She knew why, too. They were both terrified of what was going to result in talking.

So, they didn't. They didn't say very much at all, and just spent the time being together. She had asked him if he wanted her to leave, to stay somewhere else, but he hadn't. He wanted her to stay here, and it seemed to be an unspoken agreement that she would just share his bed. That part of things seemed to click like nothing had changed, but there was still tension there. They couldn't go on like this forever.

It hadn't been lost on her how weak and drained he had looked when she first arrived. He had been pale and unshaven, had lost weight since she last saw him. That made sense, too, if what Tim had told her had been true. Jason had mostly been living on a liquid diet and his health had to have suffered on some level because of it. For her, it was easy to just fall right back into taking care of him. She started to make sure he was eating okay and helped him have clean clothing in easy reach. She just couldn't understand how something could feel so comfortable, yet so off-balance all at the same time.

It was now morning, and the rest of the house was quiet. Taylor had been awake for a little while, just lying there lost in her thoughts while Jason slept heavily beside her. She felt it came time to just get up and let him sleep, but when she shifted and rose to get to the edge of the bed, the frame squeaked and disturbed Jason, waking him up. She stifled the urge to curse under her breath as she guiltily looked back at him. "Sorry, QB. Go back to sleep, sweetheart..." she urged in a hushed voice.

4.22. Something always takes the place
Of missing pieces
You can take and put together even though
You know there's something missing
Missing - Beck

Co-written with itwontstopme
[Follows THIS and THIS]

It was a freezing day in Austin, but Jason had hardly noticed. In fact, Jason had hardly done anything that day. It was one of those days where you wake up feeling shit and everything around you feels shit too. You don't feel like being spoken to, and by default, just from the vibes you're sending out, everyone automatically just steers clear. He got out of bed for his morning routine in the bathroom, but after that was done, he was disappearing back into the cave of blankets, all the blinds drawn and the lights out. He didn't bother getting dressed, didn't shave, and didn't even feel hungry. Both Sam and Tyra asked him if he was sick, but he just told them both he wanted to be left alone. They got it. He never had to ask twice when he was in a funk like this, and he appreciated it. He didn't know where Silas was, which suited Jason at that point. He wasn't feeling the least bit sociable that day, even if Tyra's new other half had afforded them all much amusement in the short time he had been in Texas. Everything from supplying extremely good weed to wanting a shot in Jason's chair and ending up mincemeat against the wall complete with a broken arm. Jason had laughed more this past week than he had in months, but now he had come to a crashing halt. Everything felt so compounded today; the fact he was cripple and couldn't walk, that he lost his football career, that he let Tim and Lyla fuck him around, that his job prospects were in the toilet, that he let himself get taken for a ride by Erin, that he let himself get close to Noah, that he lost Mac and their baby, and couldn't be enough to have protected them from getting hurt. All in all, that day, he was just a big half-paralysed ball of misery but at least he was containing it to himself, right?

( What he did know was that he was home alone... )

Tim is texas33forever, and his part in this prompt is written by his mun. All other muses referenced with permission.


Word Count | 2,718

4.7. "You can spent minutes, hours, days, weeks or even months overanalyzing a situation; trying to put the pieces together, justifying what could've, would've happened... or you can just leave the pieces on the floor and move the fuck on."
Tupac

Co-written with texas33forever

Taylor sighed and rubbed a hand over her face as she stood in front of the cells. He other hand was on her hip as she slowly shook her head with a small groan and soon went up to the bars to look tiredly at the cell occupant. "Ya' ain't so smart, ya' know that?" she offered, her fingers curling around one of the bars. "This is my last day, and I'm only here as a favour."

( Tim Riggins was smirking and gave a small shrug from where he was lounging on the cot in the corner of the room... )


Word Count | 1,179

LINK: She didn't know what had changed when she woke up this morning, and as she placed her letter of resignation on her boss' desk and walked out of the precint, she didn't know what the hell her next move was going to be either.

LINK: Some days, she couldn't think of a single reason why she was here, and not there.

3.1. "The greater your capacity to love, the greater your capacity to feel the pain."
Jennifer Aniston

[Companion piece to THIS, THIS and THIS]

Taylor rubbed her fingers across her forehead in an attempt to try and push away the headache building there. She closed another case file and hit save and then print on the case file note she had just typed up. Her black rookie uniform felt stifling today. In fact, the whole precinct felt stifling. She had been stuck in a desk job since she got back, and at first she had been grateful of the slower pace. Now she was just restless, more mornings than not wondering why the hell she was even bothering to get out of bed. People had finally stopped asking her on a daily basis if she was okay, though. That was a relief. The monotonous 'Fine, thank you' answers were getting harder to lie her way through. Everyone in her department knew she had been in a car accident back home in Texas while she had been on injury leave after being stabbed on the job back at the beginning of the year. They didn't know the enormity of it all, though. She hadn't been forthcoming with details. Just that she had hurt her back and fractured her rib, which is why she needed a few more months off the beat. She didn't mention the pregnancy.

Didn't mention Jason.

( She closed her eyes as the tension headache suddenly felt like it was blinding her and she pushed her chair back, standing up... )

itwontstopme, supermarketsam and texas33forever referenced with permission. Scarily, supermarketsam's mun and myself never read each other prompts before writing but we've managed some interesting links between the girls! Meeting minds FTW! ;)


Word Count | 1,268

LINK: Four months on and it still felt like it had been sliced out in a bloody mess and left in a certain quad's hands in Dillon.

I think I just threw up something I ate last month.

"QB?" Taylor mumbled groggily, feeling around blindly in the dark to seek contact with any part of her fiancé she could grab first. She opened her eyes just a little, but it was too dark to see. She knew he was there, though. It had been his abrupt movement beside her that had woken her up. "Are ya' 'k? Ya' sick? Ya' needin' somethin'?" she asked huskily.

It had to be late. There was no light coming in through the sides of the curtains and there was a slight chill in the air. But in the time she had been spending nights sharing a bed with Jason, she had never known him to wake up in the middle of the night, so she was automatically concerned something was wrong.

12.10. “Just when I think I can't love you more, you prove me wrong.”
| The Ghost Whisperer

Co-written with itwontstopme

[Follows THIS, THIS and THIS]

Taylor parked her car up on the front lawn of the apartment and shoved her keys in the pocket of her long knitted coat as she got out and slammed the door. She pushed her unruly blonde curls back out of her face as she hurried up the path, but before she reached the front door, it opened and Jason appeared with Tim just behind him. She stopped as their gaze met and bit down on her lip. She hesitantly breached the gap, stuffing her hands into her pockets. “I-I just couldn’t wait any longer to see ya’, darlin’…” she told him nervously. “I should never have run away in the first place and I’m so sorry. I just had t’come.”

Jason shook his head. “No, it’s okay. I was just… I was just coming to see you,” he assured her and reached out to touch her arm. “Are you okay?”

( Tim weaved his way around Jason’s chair and stepped out onto the front lawn. “Yeah, I’m gonna go do shit… somewhere else… not here. Catch yas.” He was about as subtle as knee in the nuts, but so what? )

Tim Riggins [texas33forever] & Sam Jameson [supermarketsam] referenced with permission


Word Count | 1,575

23.1. Important

Co-written with itwontstopme

[Follows THIS and THIS]

Jason had a lot of forward planning on his hands. When he suggested the day before to Taylor that they do something together that day, it had been merely just an attempt to cheer her up after she had been sick and miserable for the past couple of days. When he decided to head to the park just down the block from their apartment for a picnic, it all seemed easy enough. At least, it had until Taylor woke up in the early hours of the morning vomiting again. Jason woke with her this time and camped out in the bathroom to keep her company, although he couldn't let it go without firmly suggesting almost to the point of irritation that Taylor should go to the doctor. She reluctantly agreed and made an appointment for the end of the week. She was going to have to go sooner or later anyway.

( But Jason's picnic plans seemed defunct when Taylor was likely not going to want to put anything but water near her mouth and, even then, water was questionable... )


Word Count | 1,347

Is it wrong that the first thing I thought to do was take a photo for evidence?

Track 01. I never really gave up on
Breakin' out of this two-star town.
I got the green light,
I got a little fight.
I'm gonna turn this thing around.
[‘Read My Mind’ – The Killers]

Co-written with texas33forever

[Follows THIS]

It had definitely been a lazy day, and probably was the start of a lazy week. In fact, if the clock was correct, it was after midday and Taylor was only just managing to shift her ass out of bed without immediately being hit with a wave of vomit-inducing nausea. She sat tentatively on the side of the bed, rubbing her hand over her stomach to analyse how she was feeling now. Still tired and just a little bit sick, but nowhere near as terrible as she had in the early hours of the morning. She was alone in the bed again, but before she had time to even consider that, she spotted a large note on a full sheet of A4 paper taped to the lamp with Jason’s messy print explaining that Sam had just taken him over to his parents’ place so he could pick up some more of his stuff. The note was ended with kisses and a smiley face. Taylor smiled to herself and touched the edge of the note fondly.

( But her conversation with Sam a few hours early jumped back into her mind and the smile faded in favour of biting her lip anxiously... )

Jason Street [itwontstopme] & Sam Jameson [supermarketsam] referenced with permission


Word Count | 1302