Whisper of the Heart Ch. 2“We accept the love we think we deserve.”
― Stephen Chbosky , The Perks of Being a Wallflower
Shaw had to admit, her little heist with Tomas was exactly what she needed to get her spirits up. To shake off the remnants of her time spent with Samaritan, to feel like herself again. Of course, it meant denying Tomas yet another offer for her to join him in Venice, but surprisingly this time the get-away card didn’t intrigue her as much. She thanked him for the fun, told him to give her another call if he had another one of these little heists in the future, and went on her way.
Not that I'm complaining but Tomas doesn't seem as hot as he used to be. Weird.
As much fun as Shaw had she was really needing some not so much human interaction at the moment. Maybe take Bear for a walk or play fetch with him while she drinks a cold beer.
Walking into their subway station, Shaw hadn’t initially questioned the absence
Whisper of the Heart Ch. 1“If you gave someone your heart and they died, did they take it with them? Did you spend the rest of forever with a hole inside you that couldn't be filled?”
― Jodi Picoult, Nineteen Minutes
It was freezing cold when Root woke up that Friday morning. Noticing Shaw’s absence, she whimpered and rolled on her side, pulling Shaw’s pillow to her chest.
It wasn’t like Shaw to disappear on her, at least not now. Not after the “War of Gods”, as she had so delightedly called it. There were some casualties of war. Shaw was broken and Root was dying...well at least until she could find a suitable donor.
And that donor just pulled up in Root’s ear via the Machine.
“You contacted the donor? A healthy heart, I feel like you’re spoiling me….No, she doesn’t need to know yet. Speaking of, where did she go?” Root sat up a little too quickly at the Machine’s response causing her to feel lighthe
Three HoursFirst Hour
This was one of those moments where Shaw had the right to not be happy and boy was she not happy. They were supposedly on their way to deal with a number when their elevator got stuck…stuck! What were the odds of that happening, especially getting stuck with Root, the Machines main link? She swore if this was some sort of sick joke the Machine was playing she was going to kick it’s ass.
“This is your fault, you realize that don’t you?”
Root seemed unaffected by their predicament and just grinned, “Oh? And how is that?”
Shaw crossed her arms across her chest and glared at the hacker, “Anything to get me alone with you.”
“If I wanted to get you alone, I would be able to do that anywhere. I wouldn’t have to resort to getting us stuck in an elevator, Shaw.”
Shaw noticed the use of her last name, normally it was Sameen or Sam, Root only used Shaw if she wasn’t in one of her flirty moods which isn
HopeRoot hears screams and cries as if a heart is breaking and oh how she tries to keep her composure. She falters a step. Tears gathered in those eyes, eyes so lost almost like in a maze. There is Shaw with a gun pointed at Root’s frozen form. A stoic look, like she’s seeing with eyes clouded by a veil. There’s a pleading cry from Root, there’s no Machine to talk her back from the edge. In fact the edge of the dock she’s on is right below her feet but she’s more concerned about the woman in front of her. Ignoring the gun in Shaw’s hand, Root could care less. All she cares is that Shaw is there standing in front of her, alive, after she had searched for her for so long.
She pleads for her to come, pleads to remember who they were, pleads to her voiceless God to return Sameen to her. Then there’s a piercing in her stomach, she hadn’t even heard the echo of the gun going off in the Persian’s hand. But Root didn’t care, this wa
En GardeShaw didn’t think she’d ever be in this position, she’s never thought of using a sword before. She must admit though that Root looks pretty hot dressed all in white holding a saber sword. She knew she shouldn’t have cracked a remark about fencing not being a real sport the moment she saw Root glare and throw a knife at the wall behind her. It’s a good thing Root wasn’t into cheerleading or else she’d probably find herself being forced to try that out too, because cheerleading was definitely not a sport. Though Root in a cheerleader uniform isn’t necessarily a bad thing either.
Root was also pretty hot when she was pissed.
“Yeah, yeah,” Shaw took the stance that she saw Root having taken earlier in her practice, “So tell me again why I have to do this?”
Before lowering her mask Root glared and huffed out, “So you can learn some respect,” before she flipped her mask down.
Punch-OutShaw made it to her front door, key in the lock, and a noise erupted from inside. Shaw growled and knew exactly who that noise came from.
Damn it, Root. How many times are you going to sneak into my apartment?
And sure enough there was Root attached to her Wii controller, ever since she got the damn thing Root had been monopolizing it every chance she got.
Looks like she’s trying out my new boxing game, cute.
Sneaking up behind the unsuspecting Root, Shaw tapped her on the shoulder and her a squeak before she was ducking a bunch to the face.
“What the hell, Root!?”
“Sameen, what..what are you doing here?”
“Uh, I live here. What do I have to do to get you to stop breaking into my apartment?”
“Sorry, I just, I didn’t know Wii’s could be so addicting. And I thought this new game of yours could teach me some pointers,” blushing Root dropped her hands to her sides and made it seem like the carpet was a lot more interes
PreciousSameen: (adj.) precious, valuable; random, straight-forward, and determined.
Sameen Shaw hadn’t seen it coming, her attention was too focused on arguing with Root. Rather it was just her yelling at the hacker for treating her like a child, she was contained by Samaritan for a few months, she wasn’t an invalid. But Root’s constant babying was getting on her nerves. It was only getting on her nerves because she couldn’t admit to herself how broken she really was. Course the anger and grumpiness was still there but she had moments where she felt like the average person could and needless to say she hated it.
Nightmares haunted her. Some nights she woke up screaming, unable to control the shaking and the tears. So many tears. Like her whole lifetime of sadness she should’ve felt, all the tears she should’ve cried, were pouring out of her. Her pride wouldn’t let her admit to herself that she was broken. She couldn’t
Home Is Where The Heart IsRoot wasn’t expecting to run into Shaw, her mind was so far away from that thought, so when she was making her way back to Shaw’s old apartment, now her apartment. She really wasn’t expecting to be greeted by her in the alleyway outside her building. She really wasn’t expecting her to quite literally start beating her up. Root tried her best to defend against the blows and refused to hit her back.
“Shaw, what are you doing?” Root cried, not exactly the first words she’d thought she’d be saying to her when they were reunited.
But no words were uttered from the compact Persian, a darkness to her eyes that made Root shiver.
That’s not Sameen anymore.
Faltering Root let her guard down and found herself rushing to block a blow to her head, knocking her into the brick wall. Breathing hard, a split lip, Root just looked up at the vicious killer that was once her Shaw.
“Sameen, please. Whatever Samaritan did to you, you’r
fun and games, 'til somebody falls in love“That was fun, lets do it again!” Shaw fist pumps into the air, a smile plastered to her face.
Meanwhile, Root is running past her off the ride to vomit in the nearest trash can, “You know what, sweetie, I’ll sit this one out, you go ahead.”
Shaw shrugged, “Suit yourself.”
While Root finished emptying the contents of her stomach Shaw got on the ride again. Wiping her mouth she sat and waited for Shaw to ride this crazy ass zipper ride for the fifth time. She shouldn’t really complain, they bagged a number earlier, a creepy clown. And were given the rest of the day off. Any time spent with Shaw was quality time. Plus, she hadn’t seen her this happy since that time Root let her try out some new artillery. So Root just smiled to herself, eyes closed and just relished the down time with Shaw. Next thing she knew a cold bottle of water is being pressed against her cheek nearly scaring her off the bench.
“Whoa, there sparky,”