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peachtree-dish · 3 years

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A Te Che Sei il Mio Amore Grande Ch. 2

Dopo un Giorno Pieno di Parole

Chapter summary: Alberto and Giulia grow as siblings, Giulia asks a stressful question, Alberto panics and Massimo tries to offer advice.

Giugno 12, 1969

Leaping from the cliff, Alberto deftly dove into the warm waters of the Italian Riviera. Giulia shrieked with laughter as his tail splashed a small wave over her.

“Idiota! Just wait till I get my hands on you.” Alberto grinned as she futilely tried swimming after him.

“Woah, sorellina, does Massimo know you have a mouth like that?” Alberto swam easily out of reach from her frustrated thrashing and snickered at her pout.

“Who do you think taught me to speak like that?” Giulia stuck her tongue out, instantly regretting it when Alberto splashed her again.

“Be that as it may, you’d still need fins and a tail to even try and catch me. And unless you’ve got them hidden in this hair of yours,” He poked her wet mass of curls teasingly with his tail. “it’s not gonna happen.”

Giulia growled at him, instantly reminding him of a soaked Machiavelli which caused him to cackle with delight.

Giulia looked pleadingly at Luca who sat on the white shore with a magazine in hand, his skin turning pink under the rays of the sun.

“Hey, Luca! Are you ever going to put that magazine down?” Luca glanced up absentmindedly at her call. As he took in her expression of mutiny he balked and gently put his reading away.

“Oh, sorry! Vado!” He leaped up from the blanket and yanked off his shirt, the motion catching Alberto’s attention. The soft boy from a year ago had come back a completely different person with stronger legs and leaner features. His limbs were beginning to lengthen and become more muscular, no doubt a consequence of Luca continuing to bike while in Genoa. He grinned as Luca took a running leap and cannonballed into the waves, instantly changing into his scaled form.

Blinking the water from his eyes, Luca smiled at his two friends.

“What were you even reading, dude?” Alberto motioned to the shore with a finned hand.

“Oh, it’s this really cool article about what the Americans are creating with NASA. There’s even talk about putting men on the moon.” Luca became more animated as he spoke, his pupils widening with delight and his fins waved excitedly. Alberto looked expectantly at Giulia for an explanation.

“It’s their department that studies space and flight,” Giulia explained patiently. “Ever since Russia got one of their space-crafts up there,” She pointed at the spacious sky above them, “the Americans have been really antsy about getting something of theirs up there too. It’s all about competition.”

Alberto scoffed, “Sounds ridiculo! Why would they put humans on the moon?”

“Well, why not? Don’t you think it’d be straordinario?” Luca’s mind wandered to all the amazing possibilities that could be out in the galaxy. “Could you imagine it? The three of us sailing through the stars?” He floated on his back lost in thought, unable to see Alberto and Giulia share amused stares. Alberto shrugged and flicked water at his friend.

“I don’t know, the humans still don’t know everything about the ocean, you’d think they’d want to discover that first.”

“That’s why I’m going to be a marine biologist when I grow up.” Giulia joined Luca in floating on her back, gazing lazily up at the clouds. “What about you ragazzi, do you know what you want to do when we’re grown up?”

Alberto was startled at the question; he’d never considered anything other than traveling the world and leaving everyone behind. However, life with Massimo, Giulia, and Luca had changed that, had changed him. Luca’s expression had turned thoughtful at the red head’s question, making Alberto’s stomach twist with anxiety although he couldn’t say why.

“I don’t know, Gules, I don’t think there’s a lot of options for sea monsters.” He half-joked hoping to end the conversation there.

“Santa ricotta, a sea monster isn’t even an accurate term anymore!” She gestured wildly up into the air, splashing both boys as a result. “If anything, it’d be more accurate to call you guys uomini di mare. Anything but monsters.” She glared at them through foggy goggles, her intensity causing a fond warmth to blossom through Alberto’s chest.

“Whatever you say, sorellina.” He conceded by floating on his back, eyes closed as the hot sun caused his scales to revert back to skin as he dried.

“I think I want to be an astrophysicist.”

Alberto jerked in the water, startling both Giulia and Luca.

“Astro-what now?”

Luca floundered under his friend’s incredulity, his scales turning darker with a fluster.

“I-I want to be an astrophysicist. They study the stars and galaxy, I just think that would be really cool.” Luca looked worriedly between Alberto’s shocked expression and Giulia’s face of concern.

“Well…that sounds great!” Alberto exclaimed, gently pushing at Luca’s shoulder. The younger boy sagged in relief, his face splitting into a toothy grin. To Luca’s left, Giulia didn’t look so convinced.

“You really think so, Alberto?”

“Sure, you’re so smart I can only imagine the things you’ll find!” His smile didn’t quite reach his eyes as he spoke.

“You could come with me, I bet there would be something there that you’d love to study. You could be an engineer and we could travel the world. You and me together, vero?” Alberto floundered once again, unsure of how to answer Luca’s hopeful expression. Not willing to let his fear show, the older teen shoved his anxiety down with a silent silenzio, Bruno! Heaving an overly dramatic sigh, Alberto held out his hand nonchalantly.

“Well, if you reeeally insist on it, I guess so. Fish’s honor.” Luca laughed and shook his hand before smothering him with an enthusiastic hug.

“You’re the best, Alberto,” Luca mumbled into his oral fins.

“Heh, I try.” He caught Giulia scrutinizing him from behind Luca and he made a face just to annoy her. She rolled her eyes and mouthed ‘we’ll talk later, idiota’, before swimming towards shore.

“Hey, regazzi! We gotta head home, I still need to make the evening rounds for Papa.” Luca and Alberto pulled away, the latter making to follow after Giulia. Luca grabbed his hand before he could completely escape.

“Hey, are you really okay with me studying more once I finish in Genoa? I know we never really talked about life after school, but be honest with me.” Luca looked beseechingly at his best friend who wouldn’t quite make eye contact.

“Luca, I-”

“Ragazzi! I mean it, we gotta head back now, per favore!” Alberto scowled at Giulia’s waving figure on the shore.

“Perfect timing as always.” He muttered. Chancing a glance at Luca, Alberto continued, “Maybe we can discuss this later, ok? But just know that no matter what you want to do or be, I will always have your back. Sempre, Luca Paguro.” He emphasized his point by pointing at the bracelets on both their wrists. Luca’s face softened, releasing the tension he’d been holding. He squeezed Alberto’s hand, “Race you to the shore?”

“Oh, you are totally on.” Alberto dove past Luca, his best friend laughing and shouting with mock indignance behind him. As they reached the shore and finished helping Giulia pack their bikes, Alberto chose to ignore the knot forming in his stomach. Giulia and Luca still had five years in school, there was time for things to change. And if they didn’t… he glanced at Luca as they rode back, his eyes shining and hair bouncing in the wind. He felt something within his chest ache deeply. Well, they’d cross that bridge when they got there.

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“Have you caught anything yet, ragazzo?” Massimo’s low voice pulled Alberto from his thoughts. He turned from the cutting board where he was slicing potatoes and looked at Massimo apologetically.

“Um sorry, cosa?” Massimo rumbled out a laugh and patted Alberto on the shoulder, returning to the stove, he continued speaking.

“You were so deep in your thoughts, I assumed you would have caught what you were fishing for. What’s wrong, Beto? I haven’t seen you this pensive since, well, never.” Alberto burned holes into the potatoes, his mood turning sour.

“Why did you and Giulia’s mom split up?” The words were out before Alberto could stop them and he felt his stomach drop. Massimo stood frozen his eyebrows raised comically high.

“Per favore perdonami, Massimo, that was really stupid of me.” Alberto winced, waiting for the blow to come, but instead, he only listened as, after a moment of silence, Massimo turned the burner on low and shuffled around in one of his kitchen drawers. The large man sat himself down slowly as if it pained him to do so. The teen noted that under the harsh kitchen light, more lines were covering Massimo’s face than before; he idly wondered when the fisherman had begun to age. Patting his massive hand on the chair beside him, Massimo motioned for him to sit.

“Qui, come sit with me, Alberto.” Alberto slid shame-faced into the chair, worried at what Massimo was going to do. “I’m not mad, piccolo, I wanted to show you something.” He pushed a faded paper towards him, the edges were already worn yellow from years of handling. It was a photo of what Alberto assumed to be a Massimo as a little kid with a girl who looked like a replica of Giulia. Massimo stood laughing next to the girl holding a fishing rod while she had a paintbrush pressed against her lip like a mustache.

“That’s my Mia and me when we were children together.”

“Now I can see where Giulia gets her…everything from.” Massimo chuckled and nodded fondly.

“I adored her, from the time I met her until we were fully grown; She was my best friend, but we were so different.” Massimo gently touched the photo, quietly overwhelmed. “Mia was very talented as an artist and so inquisitive, she was smarter than me, even from the beginning. We went to school together here in Porto Rosso and got married very young, but she was never truly happy here. She wanted to move to the city where she could get more options for work as an artist. We made it work for a while, Giulia coming into the world helped for a time.” Massimo stood to continue stirring the pot’s contents. His shoulders sagged lower as he spoke as if the world itself was beginning to rest on him.

Alberto listened intently, his anxiety building as he saw where the story was going. When Pavarotti, one of Machiavelli’s many children pushed against his leg purring, he pulled him up into his lap, stroking while he followed along.

“I am a poor fisherman, si? I couldn’t offer her the things she deserved, and I was afraid of leaving the only life I knew. Berto,” He turned to the somber teen, “sometimes when we love people, we need to let them go so that they can bloom. You are a flower, si?” Alberto scrunched his face in confusion.

“Huh?”

Massimo gestured for a moment, trying to find the right words, “you are a flower and so is the person you love, but if one flower can’t bloom and become more than it is, it… muore. Capisci?”

“I-I think so. I’m not really sure. You lost me at the flower metaphor.” Dropping his head in defeat, Massimo tried again.

“You are a flower,”

“Mamma e papa wanted different things, Berto,” Giulia announced herself by sauntering into the room with several kittens trailing behind her mewling. Setting the small number of leftovers in bowls near the door, she dropped down next to Alberto and fanned herself. She looked at Alberto, who looked back guiltily, wondering if he was getting too personal.

“My mom loved papa very much, but she had always wanted to be an artist and live farther inland to work and explore. Papa wouldn’t have been able to work that far inland since his only trade is fishing. So, they split up and now I get two different houses.” She shrugged at Alberto’s slack-jawed expression.

“What papa is trying to tell you is that he loved my mom enough to let her go so that she could become the best version of herself.” Massimo nodded gratefully at his daughter who smiled kindly in return.

“É così, and so my advice is to find someone who does the same for you.”

“Speaking of which, where’s Luca?” Alberto scowled at her sly smirk.

“He’s eating with his family tonight, apparently his mom and dad need help for the crab shows.”

“I still don’t know why that’s a thing.”

Alberto scoffed into his fist, “Says the girl who literally swam, ate, and biked for a trophy.”

“Hey, that’s different!”

“It really isn’t.”

“Is too!”

“Is not!”

“Who’s ready to eat?” Massimo placed three bowls expertly on the table, interrupting the beginning feud.

“Is too,” Alberto whispered smugly, flinching when Giulia kicked him under the table.

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Hours later, Alberto was drifting on the edge of sleep. Giulia’s snores would often cause him to startle; even in human form, his senses were at a higher range, which made sleeping in Giulia’s room so much harder. Rolling onto his stomach he groaned into his pillow, willing his red-headed friend to shut up. He jerked to full consciousness, however, at a firm tap on the window. Snapping his head to the side, wincing as it popped painfully, Alberto could make out the silhouette of Luca crouching on the tree branch.

Jumping to his feet as quietly as possible, Alberto unlocked the window and followed Luca to the hideout.

“What are you doing out here this late, is everything okay?” He kept his voice low so as not to wake Giulia or Massimo.

“I told you I wanted to make sure you were okay. Are you?” Luca had most people convinced that he was an innocent adolescent when in reality he was a stubborn pain in the ass. Alberto loved that about him. He got more comfortable on the planks and accepted the fact that he might not get much sleep tonight.

“I’m fine, I promise.”

“Somehow I don’t believe you.” Luca’s tone wasn’t accusatory, but he didn’t sound happy either.

“I want you to be happy. That’s really what it boils down to.” Alberto answered honestly, looking his best friend in the eyes to prove his point.

“What about your happiness?”

“Who says I’m not happy?”

“No, I mean…” Luca raked a hand through his curls in frustration, Alberto’s eyes following the movement. “You deserve to follow your dreams and accomplish what you want. The question is what do you want, Alberto?”

Alberto stared blankly at him for a moment before looking back at the open window.

“Eight hours of sleep would be nice.”

“Alberto…” He bit back his grin at Luca’s mild glare

“Alright, honestly I don’t know. A year ago, I would have told you that I wanted to travel everywhere with you on a Vespa, but now…” He sucked in a breath and let it out slowly. “Now I’m not so sure anymore. This… is the first time I have a home and a real family, I guess I just want to hold onto it for a little while longer.” His friend frowned, his eyebrows wrinkling with confusion.

“But no one’s asking you to let it go, we’ll always come back.”

“Are you sure you will?” Luca snapped his head back in shock.

“How can you say that? I will always come back to you, and here.” He stammered, “I’ll always come home to here.” Alberto took in Luca’s determined features and felt the knot lessen ever so slightly within his stomach. He smiled and ruffled Luca’s hair, much to his aggravation.

“I know you will, I’m sorry if I ever doubted you.” He scooted closer to Luca as they watched the moon float inch by inch across the starry sky. Their shared warmth and the peaceful setting caused Luca’s eyes to flutter close, his body relaxing against Alberto’s.

“So, you think I should be an engineer, huh?” He started and shifted against Alberto trying to find his comfortable spot again.

“Why not, you’re already becoming a good mechanic. You’re good at fixing things.” Luca mumbled, his voice growing slower. Alberto huffed a laugh and started to pull away, “You fixed me.” Alberto’s mind screeched to a halt, and he glanced down at Luca’s sleeping features.

“I think it’s the other way around, amico.” His only response was a soft snore. Rolling his eyes the tender moment passed, and he pulled himself up, careful not to knock either of them out of the tree.

“Come on, dormiglione, let’s get some rest.” He pulled Luca to his feet and gently guided him back across the branch and into the room. Luca instantly curled into the warmth of Alberto’s mattress and Alberto set the blanket around him gently before curling on top of the sheets. The sound of Giulia and Luca’s snores should have set his nerves on edge even more, but Alberto only felt content and safe. After all, perhaps the best part about having a home was being surrounded by the people who loved you most.

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firstfullmoon · 4 years

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what are your favorite quotes on unrequited crushes or ended love?

• “I keep wishing for you, keep shutting up my eyes and looking toward the sky, asking with all my might for you, and yet you do not come. I thought of you, until the world grew rounder than it sometimes is, and I broke several dishes.”

“Oh my darling one, how long you wander from me, how weary I grow of waiting and looking, and calling for you; sometimes I shut my eyes, and shut my heart towards you, and try hard to forget you because you grieve me so, but you'll never go away, oh you never will.”

— Emily Dickinson, from letters

• Mitski, from “Pink in the Night”

• “I lied about the whales. Fantastical blue water-dwellers, big, slow moaners of the coastal. I never saw them. Not once that whole frozen year. Sure, I saw the raw white gannets hit the waves so hard it could have been a showy blow hole. But I knew it wasn’t. Sometimes, you just want something so hard you have to lie about it, so you can hold it in your mouth for a minute, how real hunger has a real taste.”

— Ada Limón, from “Lies About Sea Creatures”

• FKA Twigs, from “cellophane”

• “I’ve been missing her for so long, it’s come to seem that wanting anything must be only another way of wanting her.”

— Sarah Waters, from Tipping the Velvet

• Richard Siken, from “Litany in Which Certain Things Are Crossed Out”

• Maggie Nelson, from Bluets

• “The centre of every poem is this: I have loved you. I have had to deal with that.”

— Salma Deera, from Letters From Medea

• Sandra Cisneros, “One Last Poem For Richard”

• “I hope our ghosts aren’t eating you alive.”

— Lucas Regazzi, from “Small”

• Sufjan Stevens, from “The Only Thing”

• Sarah Murphy, from “Letter to the Past After Long Silence”

• Alessia di Cesare, “The Side Effects of Eating Too Many Clementines”

#i just love this sort of asks thank you 💗#w #compilation #emily dickinson #ada limón #fka twigs #sufjan stevens #mitski #richard siken #maggie nelson #sandra cisneros #this is how much I miss you talking

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bluezey · 3 years

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Number Two

Ian has been the victim of bullies before, but he's never experienced the kind of bullying Ercole dishes out.

In a crossover of sorts where Ian and Barley from Onward can visit Luca, Alberto and others from Luca

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It was another summer weekend where Ian and Barley visited Portorosso. They started easy by hanging with Luca, Alberto and Giulia at the gelato shop after lunch. Then Ian practiced some spells by performing such stunts as making Luca levitate, using a disguise spell to make Alberto appear to be a sea monster on land, and using a water spell to make the fountain perform some pretty neat displays. They also played some soccer with some town kids, and Ian got to play a few games of scopa, even won his first game.

It was dinnertime, but due to the Marcovaldo household being so small, they ate dinner in turns. Ian ate some trenette el pesto with Giulia and Massimo, while Barley, Luca and Alberto set up a tent under the tree in the yard for Ian and Barley to sleep in. (The elves were too big for the treehouse). After Ian finished his meal, he volunteered to help take out a bag of trash while Giulia got ready for bed and Barley, Luca and Alberto ate their dinner.

Ian stepped outside of the stone wall perimeter of the Marcovaldo yard, the wooden walkway lit by a single street lamp, and the sound of small waves from the sea just feet away. Just as Ian finished putting the lid on the garbage can, he felt something grab at his red flannel shirt and slam him against the stone wall. The force was enough to knock the wind out of him and leave him dazed for a moment. As he opened his chocolate brown eyes, he saw Ercole staring him down with a smirk. They were both nose to nose, and Ercole's fists were gripping Ian's shirt tight.

"Well well, if it isn't the blue number two," Ercole said, in a voice that sounded smug, as if he had the upper hand and was enjoying it. "And no magic harpoon in sight."

Ian was still, glaring back at Ercole. "What do you want?"

"I want you out of my town," Ercole stated. "Returning to my rightful place as number one was difficult enough with Spewlia and those sea monsters. It is impossible with Portorosso loving you, your magic and that ciccio brother of yours."

Ian pushed through the soreness in his back to stand up and glare Ercole down. "That isn't going to happen."

Ercole let go of Ian's shirt, but only stepped back a few inches. "Maybe I need to make myself perfectly clear. This is my town, number one." Ercole quickly balled up his fist and slammed it in Ian's stomach. He watched as Ian hunched over, gasping for breath as he gripped his abdomen with both arms. "And number two... I don't want you elfi in it."

Ian staggered back as he felt another hard punch to his face. He tried to keep his balance, knowing this is gonna end badly if he fell down. He's had experience with bullies at home in New Mushroomton. But Ercole here clearly wasn't gonna torture Ian with sophomoric tactics such as wet willies or arm burns.

Ercole smugly watched the slender elf struggle. "Heh. Not such a big shot without your harpoon, eh?" Ercole grabbed Ian by one of his long pointed ears and pulled, hard.

Ian yelled in pain as he was hoisted up by his ear. Ercole then grabbed Ian by his arm and rammed him head first into the stone wall. The elf dropped hard, falling weakly onto his side, seeing both stars and blurriness from getting his head smashed into a rock wall. Ian then gripped his stomach harder as he felt a swift harsh kick to his lower abdomen.

"Please... stop," Ian gasped.

"That's right, elfo," Ercole mused triumphantly as he pressed his foot against Ian's sore side. "Keep begging."

Out if nowhere, Ercole felt a hard punch to his jaw that sent him staggering off of Ian and off of the pier. Ercole fell into the lukewarm sea before calling out in shock, "Aiuto! I can't swim!"

"Good!" Barley snapped, before jumping into the shallow water and slamming another punch into Ercole's face.

Ian's mind was still in a daze as he felt two or three familiar strangers help him up. "Are you okay?" Luca asked in shock and concern.

"I dunno," Ian replied in pain.

"Basta, elfo! Get off me!" Ercole finally wriggled free of Barley's strong grasp and fled straight for dry land and further into town. "Wait til the polizia hear this! You'll never be allowed in Portorosso again!"

"Yeah, keep running, you cowardous unicorn!" Barley shouted back in his most intimidating warrior voice.

"Basta, Ercole! Andare via!" Giulia shouted along with Barley while the bug elf climbed out of the sea.

Barley raced over to his brother and carefully picked him up, carrying him inside the Marcovaldo house. Massimo saw the injured elf in Barley's arms as Barley laid him in Massimo's bed in the kitchen.

"How bad is he?" Massimo asked.

"Pretty beaten up," Barley replied. "Thankfully, nothing a healing spell and some aspirin won't fix."

"Who did this?" Massimo asked.

"Ercole," Giulia scowled.

Massimo thought for a moment, before grabbing his hat and heading for the door. "You regazzi stay here, I'm gonna speak to the polizia."

Ian rolled over and groaned to Massimo, "That's where Ercole says he's going."

"Good. Then they'll have both sides of this story." And with that, Massimo left the house.

Alberto rolled his eyes. "Idioto Ercole. If I wasn't with Luca helping Ian, I'd be right with you beating the-"

"Hey hey hey, I get it," Barley told Alberto. "But heroes don't go looking for trouble, they stop it."

Alberto pouted, but eventually looked up and nodded in agreement to Barley.

Ian was cleaned up a bit, as he got a couple cuts and bruises, but mostly a sore back, stomach and head. Giulia even dug out some ice from the freezer for Ian's head. Ian accepted the ice wrapped in an old rag, despite the ice smelling like fish. Once the swelling went down, and Ian felt like he could walk without being dizzy, Barley helped Ian to the tent so they could get some rest for the night. Despite the tent being barely big enough for two teenage elves, Luca and Alberto squeezed their way inside so they had extra protection.

Ian settled into his sleeping bag, then looked up at Barley, who was trying to squeeze into his. "Thanks for sticking up for me, Barley."

Barley gave his brother a proud grin. "Anytime."

#pixar onward #sir iandore of lightfoot #ian lightfoot #barley lightfoot #pixar luca #alberto scorfano #luca paguro #massimo marcovaldo #giulia marcovaldo #ercole visconti

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thefandomlesbian · 4 years

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"What are you doing?" "I'm trying to be sweet so just hold my fucking hand." Jemily pleaseeeeeeee 🥰😘

Of course! Thank you for the prompt! Read here on AO3

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“I’ll cut holes in the ozone if it means you have one less day of rain.” -Lucas Regazzi

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The sound of Emily’s nasally, stuffy voice echoed through the bullpen. “I don’t need to go home, Hotch, I’m fine…” She bounced off of the corner of her desk as she walked around it. “I can work with a cold.” JJ watched from her own desk, brow furrowed and lips pursed. I knew she was sick. Emily had sworn it was just a cold, but she’d swerved all over the road driving in, and JJ had watched her take a handful of ibuprofen before they headed into the building this morning. Apparently, she had experienced little relief. “Ah--Ahhh--” JJ swung up and tossed a tissue into her girlfriend’s hand just in time for Emily to sneeze into it, rather than all over Hotch’s suit.

“I agree, you can work with a cold, but you cannot work with the flu, nor would the rest of us much like to catch it.” Hotch appraised her through critical eyes. “You’re not going to do anyone any good by making mistakes on your paperwork. Your judgment is compromised, and you’d be a liability in the field. Go home.”

Again, Emily objected, “I don’t need to go hoe--hoe--” JJ passed her another tissue from the tissue box. “--hah-choo!”

Hotch raised his eyebrows, taking a step back from the spray of fomites the tissue failed to contain. He looked from Emily to JJ. “Take her home. Don’t let her come back here until she’s twenty-four hours fever free. Strauss will commit murder if we’re all out at the same time.”

“Got it.” JJ grabbed Emily by the elbow. “C’mon. C’mon, Em, we’re going home.” As Hotch walked away, he passed by Spencer’s desk, and Spencer held out the bottle of hand sanitizer to him without looking up from his file, pumping twice into the palm of his hand.

“I don’t need…” Emily mumbled and grumbled under her breath, but she couldn’t struggle against JJ’s strength, too light-headed and dizzy to manage, and her voice became unintelligible as she muttered.

In the car, Emily mumbled, “You could’ve stuck up for me.”

JJ blew a short breath through her nose. “I am sticking up for you. Sometimes you’re not your own advocate, you know.” She pecked a kiss onto Emily’s cheek and cranked the car. Emily curled up in the seat with her head resting on JJ’s shoulder, all uncomfortably slung across the front of the van with her legs pointing in different directions. She snored off and on, snorting back awake when she encountered a bump in the road, until they reached the house, and JJ parked the car. Emily pulled on the door handle and pushed once, twice, three times--“Em, honey, the door’s locked.”

She blinked, all befuddled at this revelation. “Huh?” Her voice had gone thick.

“Hold on.” JJ unlocked the car door. “I’m coming.” She walked around to help Emily out of the car and led her inside. “Sit on the couch. Sit. Sit.” At the third instruction, Emily caved and obeyed. “Do you want some orange juice or some ice chips?”

Emily rubbed her eyes with her fists. “Don’t want orange juice, wanna go back to work…”

“Well, we’re not going back to work, and you need to drink something.” JJ went to the kitchen and got her a tall glass of ice water, bringing it to her and putting a fun curly straw in it. “Here. Drink it.” Emily turned her face away. “Drink,” JJ cajoled, and reluctantly, Emily reached for the glass and sucked down a few swallows of water, her glugging becoming greedier the more she drank and realized she was thirsty. “See? You don’t feel good. You need to drink more water.” JJ pulled the tissue box beside her. Emily took one and blew her nose. “Good. Can I get you anything else?”

“A ride back to work.”

“We only have room for one workaholic at the BAU, and that’s Hotch.” JJ sat beside her on the couch, tucking her legs up under her and turning on the television; after all, it wasn’t like they had anything else to do. Emily shot her a baleful, pouty look, and then she pulled the throw off the back of the couch and curled up beside JJ. “What do you think you’re doing, hot stuff?”

Emily yawned. “‘M trying to be sweet, so just hold my fucking hand.”

JJ laughed. “Alright, alright.” She gave Emily her hand and wrapped her other arm around her, soothing the chills and tremors from her aching bones.

#jemily #jennifer jareau #emily prentiss #paget brewster #aj cook #criminal minds

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