'Babe, baby baby...
I'm gonna leave you~
I said baby...
You know I'm gonna leave yo-'
"Bloody hell.", she grumbled as she shut the car radio, slamming her thumb on the power button.
Cool wind coming from the slightly opened window licked her face and the back of her neck, making her (h/c) hair dance. She carefully watched the road ahead, a stern look on her face. Her hands gripped the wheel tightly. Her knuckles were white.
She was near Connor's house. After driving next to many trees that flied past the sides of the car, she finally saw it. Slowing down, she parked the grey rented Corolla in front of the wooden cabin.
It felt good to finally walk after being sat for a couple hours. Stretching her legs, she took the time to get a good look the the house in front of her. It wasn't big, but it wasn't too small either. The wood and the many windows made it cosy, and a balcony framed it too.
(y/n) breathed in. A deep breath. Her hands were slightly moist, and a bit of sweat pearled over her eyebrows. Her fingers nervously fiddled with each other. What if he didn't recognize her? It's been so many years now, he must've forgot... And, even if he did remember who she was, would he still want to see her?
Her thoughts rumbled in her head, and she almost regretted coming.
She almost grabbed the keys in her pocket and drove away, going who knows where. But she listened to the birds chirping, and to the beach-wave sound of the wind in the trees. It calmed her down. After all, what did she have to lose anyway?
Exhaling, she reached to the trunk, took her bag and, with a determined walk, climbed the steps and went to the door. She knocked three times, and waited.
He wasn't at work, and his truck was there. After a couple of seconds, she heard someone walking inside, the steps becoming louder as they came closer to the entrance. When they stopped, the door flung open, revealing the face of a questioning, if not annoyed, young man.
Connor. Connor Mahoney.
When she saw him, (y/n) stopped breathing, and her eyes slightly widened. She recognized him. He was taller, yes, but he still had those same amber eyes, looking intensity under furrowed brows. He, judging by the look on his face, didn't recognized her though.
He waited for her to talk first, but seeing as she didn't, he broke the silence himself.
"Can I help you?", he asked, from a deeper voice coloured with a Canadian accent.
She swallowed, and her head nodded.
"Hey, Connor."
His frown got even deeper.
"Sorry, do we know each other?"
She grinned.
"Yeah. Well, I guess, yes. It's been a long time though."
He hesitantly nodded, waiting for her to continue.
"Does the name (y/n) (l/n) rings a bell?"
Connor's eyebrows twitched before his eyes lit up and his face pulled back.
"(Y/n)...? Wha-what are you doing here?"
She let out a breath, and chuckled nervously.
"H-hey. Uh, uh... Things happened, back where I lived, and, I couldn't stay there anymore, and-"
She inhaled before continuing.
"I need a place to stay, and, I-didn't really know where to go."
He was quiet, which made her even more nervous.
"But-look, if you don't want to, that's fine I can totally-"
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The Thieving Magpie
Fanfiction(Jim Moriarty x reader) [COMPLETED] - "...Jim," she gasped. He stared at her intensely, hands in his pockets. His hair was messy, and dark circles hung from his eyes. He had on a suit and a loosened tie. "Hi," he said. She frowned, still slightly...
