Chris and Co. Oneshots

Memory Served - Ransom Drysdale x Reader (Part 3)

Warnings: to avoid spoilers I won't be tagging warnings, but if you are concerned about being triggered by anything PLEASE reach out to me so I can put your mind at ease! This is an 18+ ONLY series!

You nibbled your lip in thought, pen tapping against your chin as you stared down at your notes. At first glance it didn't make much sense, the page was filled with numbers and notes. Arrows connecting all the things you felt went together, stars next to things you felt were important.

"What are you doing?" Ransom's sharp voice startled you since you thought you were alone.

You instinctively held your notebook to your chest shielding it from prying eyes. You looked over your shoulder to see Ransom standing just behind you, his face unreadable as he looked down at you from your spot on the couch.

"Oh it's nothing," you say waving it off.

Ransom arches a brow, putting his hand on his hips "didn't look like nothing" he comments as he walks around to stand in front of you.

You give him a small smile shaking your head "it's stupid" you mutter.

"I doubt that, c'mon kitten we don't have secrets do we?" Ransom says as he sits down on the couch, arm outstretched across the back, fingers brushing against your shoulder.

You sigh biting your lip slightly as you look down at your notes "well... well you know i've been doing a lot of reading" you start holding up the book that was also in your lap.

Ransom hums nodding his head in response his eyes flickering between your face and your notebook.

"Well, I just had so many thoughts and ideas about these stories so I started jotting down notes and my thoughts about them, my favourite quotes, anything I liked about them" you admit with a bashful smile.

You see Ransom's shoulders relax and a smile forming on his lips "that's good, I'm glad you're finding something to keep you occupied"

"Well actually..." you start biting your lips nervously "I was thinking this sort of thing, working in literature might be something I can do, maybe with Harlan?" You suggest.

Ransom's smile falls once more, turning into a small frown "I'm not sure that would be a good idea" he states.

Your face falls, you didn't expect Ransom to shut down the idea so quickly "why not?"

"Well, Walt for starters" Ransom sighs "he would just make it hell for you, it won't matter what Harlan thinks or does" he states shaking his head.

"Oh, well I'm sure I could handle him," you say shifting in your seat.

"And look you don't need to work, I have enough money to look after us," Ransom says putting his hand on your knee.

"I know but I want to work, have something to do except sit around all day" you sigh gesturing around.

"I know, but it's only been a couple of months since the accident, I don't want you to push yourself" Ransom states "I'm not saying you can't get a job ever, I just think you should just wait for now"

You let out a long sigh looking down as you mulled his words over. You could see his point and you understood his hesitation.

"But if you're enjoying this" Ransom says pointing to your notebook "keep going, use it to keep yourself busy"

"Yeah, I guess so" you sigh nodding your head.

Silence falls in the room, you glance over to see Ransom studying your face. A strange look on his face, you were about to question it when he spoke.