Summary: Neela covers Ray’s Christmas shift.
Spoilers: Minor one for 11.08: A Shot in the Dark.
Disclaimer: Seriously, they’re all I want for Christmas. But until that happens, they don’t belong to me.
Notes: For Challenge #13 (Winter) at neela_ray. In my head, this was a much longer fic, but I started typing and this is what happened.
As she bent down to pick up her fallen scarf, now completely sodden, Neela cursed Ray for about the three hundred and eighteenth time since she’d gotten out of bed that morning. She walked into their apartment, worn out by the usual Christmas crowd. Pour souls with tedious medical problems only there because they had nowhere better to go or anyone to be with for the holidays and her heart sunk even further. ‘That’s not the reason I was there’ she told herself severely and tried to ignore the sense of doubt pervading her.
“Why the hell did I agree to cover for him anyway?” She muttered to herself in frustration. Her brain was so well trained to supply answers that it surprised her to hear herself thinking. ‘Because he asked you and because there’s nothing you can do to resist when he smiles at you in that way that he has.’
She shook it off, that was the exhaustion speaking. Ray was a miserable self-centred jerk who never stopped to consider anyone else’s feelings. Three hundred and nineteenth. She walked into her room, headed straight for the bed. A sparkle from the desk caught her eye instead and she switched on the light to see a small carefully wrapped package. She opened it to find a recorded CD. She wondered briefly if it was a copy of their latest gig and played it. The result had her stumbling for the edge of the desk, until she fell into the chair. She hated herself for feeling like one of the pathetic heroines in those trite, clichéd Bollywood movies but couldn’t deny that her knees had literally gone weak. Ray was singing a, very badly accented, rendition of Tujhe Dekha To Yeh Jaana Sanam. A note fluttered out of the case.
Thanks again for covering. You rock!
Thinking of you, because my mom really did teach me that Christmas is a time for those you love.
She smiled despite herself, settled on the bed and drifted to sleep, on what would be the first of many nights, listening to Ray’s voice.
Tujhe Dekha To Yeh Jaana Sanam - A semi-classic Hindi romance song. Translates to something like, ‘the first time I saw you, I knew this would be a crazy love, darling’. No, seriously! *g*