Space

Space

The necklace and the 17st award and the KIA radio. Pancake mix and rum and vilely dusty orange protein bars.

Their shared thermos.

Kojo’s birthday card.

Her own moonstone ring.

All mementos of the space he’d filled in her life like a gently flowing waterfall. Soft marshes along an ox-bow river. Sandbanks in a lagoon, taking up residence in the spaces she’d ignored as tricky puzzle pieces. Jigsaw blanks outlined and cordoned off while she focused on the familiar forms of places known and well-worn with routine.

↠ Tim & Lucy - 2x02 | 2x12

I love their cold opens.

chenford + cold opens requested by @bright-eyedwanderer

Alright, time for a new question: what are your favorite Tim Bradford quotes/lines of dialogue?

Cheers to the writers for giving Bradford a lot of great lines. Here are a few of my favorites.

Grief is grief. It's a hole that can't be filled, but over time it'll shrink enough so that you won't fall in every time you take a step.

You don’t let anyone ever tell you you can’t do something, not even me.

I am unwilling to let fear make me do something I’ll be ashamed of in the light of day.

No. We accept Wesley because we fear Lopez.

Thanks for the ask!

The next chapter of my fanfic is posted.

If you were waiting for the happy, angst-free, fluffy village without roller coaster part of the story to arrive to start reading, it’s here! Only minor angst remains.

Angela, Tamara, and Genny conspire to bring Tim and Lucy back together.

Here’s a snippet to pique your interest.

“Bradford,” Tim said as a call interrupted the audiobook he was listening to on his commute home. He couldn’t see his phone to see the caller ID, so he just pressed the button on his steering wheel to answer the call blindly.

“Hey, stranger. It’s been too long,” came the voice over the car speakers.

“Lopez?” Tim confirmed, immediately recognizing his best friend’s voice, but a little bit confused as to why she was calling. “What’s going on? I haven’t heard from you in a while.”

“You know. Same old shit. Just kicking ass, raising two kids, and trying not to kill my husband,” she rattled off.

Tim chuckled. Some things never change, he thought to himself as he shook his head. “What has Wesley done this time?”

“Well, he swears that he talked to me about this months ago, but I swear that I would have remembered this conversation if we had had it. So a couple nights ago, we were chatting about our plans for next month, and he asked me if I had taken the last two weeks of June off for our trip. I told him that we weren’t going anywhere for the last two weeks of June because that’s when Jack and Amelia are at their favorite summer camp. Then he told me that we had already signed them up for some international camp that Patrice paid for them to attend in Italy. After arguing about it for over an hour, apparently Wes and Patrice are taking the kids to Italy.”

“Wow. That sounds like quite the argument. Are you going to be able to join them at all?” he said with a low chuckle, envisioning the solid hour of yelling that would have shaken the walls of the Lopez-Evers house.

“I was able to swap shifts around to join them a little bit late. And, when Wesley explained the situation to his mom, she offered to buy me a first-class ticket if I would still join them. How could I saw no to that? I’ll be traveling to Italy by myself in first-class and can drink as much as I want without dealing with charging the kids iPads or settling arguments about who gets to sit by the window or lugging around two weeks’ worth of their crap. There’s no way I would say no to that. Plus, she rented this villa for us to stay at right next to a vineyard, and she won’t even be there most of the time because she’s meeting a friend to travel around Italy together. It’ll actually be a real vacation.”

“That sounds great, Ang. You deserve to have a break.” He wasn’t sure if she was just calling to vent or to share her luck at having a really nice vacation paid for by Patrice or if she had some other purpose in calling, so he just waited to see what she was going to say next.

“So now I only have a little problem left to resolve that I think you could help me with,” she said.

“How am I going to fix your vacation problems? I can’t exactly take your shifts or work overtime for you,” he said with an annoyed but curious tone to his voice.

Keep reading here.

I’d love to hear back from you.

Into the dark

Chapter 3

Everything that follows happens in slow motion.

Rosalind crumples to the ground.

Blood blossoms from the center of her chest, spreading across her pale, freckled skin and darkening the fabric of her dress.

On the screen, the grate slides open as the flames finally burn out. Someone – Tim thinks it’s Officer Juarez – dives into the tank, arms wrapping around Lucy’s limp body and lifting her toward the surface. At least three other pairs of arms reach in to pull her out, and then help Juarez out as well.

He distantly hears Angela radioing it in, her voice in his ear and then growing louder as she appears in front of him. Gently, she pries the gun from his hand and then guides him away from Rosalind's dead body. She says something – the words IA and shooting and Grey is all he really registers – before beginning to secure the scene.

And then Tim is left staring at an empty screen, with nothing to do except pray that he pulled the trigger in time.

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