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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2007-02-01 10:13 am
iluvroadrunner6) wrote2007-02-01 10:13 am
Steele/Stella - Train Wrecks
as it is the first of february, thus begins my writing one CSI:NY/Conviction crossover fic a day until my ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
csi50 claim is finished. i have to be done by april, but i want to see if i have the willpower to finish by early march. *nods*
Fandom: CSI:NY/Conviction
Title: Train Wrecks
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
iluvroadrunner6
Rating: FRT
Pairing: Jim Steele/Stella Bonasera
csi50 Prompt: 042. relationships
Content Warning: Spoilers for "All Access"
Summary: Jim does something he considers very, very stupid.
Author's Note: I was having a hard time figuring out how to get Jim and Stella together, and it just came to me.
For Reference: CSI:NY and Conviction. If you have a question, don't be afraid to ask, I don't mind answering.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of CSI:NY or Conviction. They're owned by CBS and NBC.
Jim Steele was good at many things, but relationships were not one of them. He was good at the various sections of a relationship on their own, but throw them all together at the same time, and he couldn’t handle it. This was very apparent to him, written above his head in red neon letters, and this was the thing that was killing him right now. Because he wanted that very thing he knew he couldn’t do. And he wanted it with Stella Bonasera.
If it was any other woman, he probably wouldn’t have hesitated the way he did. He would go in and be ready for it to crash and burn magnificently because that was what he did. The whole thing with Jess had been a disaster waiting to happen from the get-go, and he knew it, and on some level she probably knew it too. And when it was all over, she found someone to pick up the pieces for her, and she was happy. Don Flack now hated his guts, but that wasn’t necessarily completely his fault. At least, from his point of view.
But when it came to Stella, he had to be careful. She had been very badly burned, and he knew all about it. That was why he kept his distance, remained friends, and didn’t make his move. He didn’t want to hurt her. That was the last thing in the world he wanted to do, and he was being smart. But every time she walked into the damn room he couldn’t help but smile at her.
And now he had done the very, very stupid thing of kissing her.
They were sitting in the restaurant they usually frequent, and they had managed to get a booth for a table. She was sitting next to him instead of across from him. There was one moment when she just turned to him, and it happened without him even thinking. One minute she was smiling at him, next minute he was kissing Stella.
“I’m sorry,” were the first words out of his mouth as he pulled back, a look of stunned shock on his face.
“Jim—” she began, “—I didn’t know—”
“That was stupid of me,” he said, starting to pull away from her, “I shouldn’t have—”
“Jim,” she protested, placing a hand on his arm to stop him, “Let me finish.”
“Sorry.”
“Stop apologizing,” she mock-ordered and he smiled. “What I was trying to say was that I didn’t know you felt the same way. You’re pretty good at hiding that kinda thing.”
“Yeah, well there’s a reason for that,” he sighed, “Stella, you don’t want to be with me.”
“Jim, I do.”
“Well, you don’t need to be with me. Not right now,” he said, “I’m no good with relationships.”
“Don’t sell yourself short like that,” she frowned.
“It’s true,” he sighed, “I think my track record speaks for itself.”
“Well, let me be the judge of what I need.”
“I don’t want to hurt you, Stella,” he replied, and she just shook her head before giving him a small smile.
“You couldn’t.”
“Oh, I could,” he nodded, “You have seen some of my more magnificent train wrecks. Fireworks and everything.”
She laughed slightly, before taking his hand in hers, “But I want to take that risk.”
Jim blanked for a second, unsure of what to say to that. If he told her that he didn’t think she was ready, she would probably beat him over the head with the ice bucket. It was too late for him to back out now, the only thing he had left to do was to just in, and hope to God by the end of this she didn’t wind up hating him.
“You sure about that?” he asked, and she nodded.
“Absolutely positive,” she said with a smile.
“So long as you know what you’re getting into,” he smiled back, before his face turned serious, “I’m gonna do my best with this one, Stella. I really am.”
“I know you will,” she replied, “And I do know what I’m getting into.”
“Do you?” he said, and she grinned.
“Yup—I already had lunch with Rossi.”
Jim laughed before shaking his head, “I’m sure that was an interesting conversation.”
“It was absolutely fascinating,” she grinned, before moving in closer to him.
“I’m completely screwed, aren’t I?” he sighed, placing one arm behind her.
“Pretty much,” Stella grinned, “But don’t worry—I think you’ll like it.”
Jim’s eyes widened slightly before he replied, “Oh—I know I will.”
csi50 claim is finished. i have to be done by april, but i want to see if i have the willpower to finish by early march. *nods*Fandom: CSI:NY/Conviction
Title: Train Wrecks
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: FRT
Pairing: Jim Steele/Stella Bonasera
csi50 Prompt: 042. relationshipsContent Warning: Spoilers for "All Access"
Summary: Jim does something he considers very, very stupid.
Author's Note: I was having a hard time figuring out how to get Jim and Stella together, and it just came to me.
For Reference: CSI:NY and Conviction. If you have a question, don't be afraid to ask, I don't mind answering.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of CSI:NY or Conviction. They're owned by CBS and NBC.
Jim Steele was good at many things, but relationships were not one of them. He was good at the various sections of a relationship on their own, but throw them all together at the same time, and he couldn’t handle it. This was very apparent to him, written above his head in red neon letters, and this was the thing that was killing him right now. Because he wanted that very thing he knew he couldn’t do. And he wanted it with Stella Bonasera.
If it was any other woman, he probably wouldn’t have hesitated the way he did. He would go in and be ready for it to crash and burn magnificently because that was what he did. The whole thing with Jess had been a disaster waiting to happen from the get-go, and he knew it, and on some level she probably knew it too. And when it was all over, she found someone to pick up the pieces for her, and she was happy. Don Flack now hated his guts, but that wasn’t necessarily completely his fault. At least, from his point of view.
But when it came to Stella, he had to be careful. She had been very badly burned, and he knew all about it. That was why he kept his distance, remained friends, and didn’t make his move. He didn’t want to hurt her. That was the last thing in the world he wanted to do, and he was being smart. But every time she walked into the damn room he couldn’t help but smile at her.
And now he had done the very, very stupid thing of kissing her.
They were sitting in the restaurant they usually frequent, and they had managed to get a booth for a table. She was sitting next to him instead of across from him. There was one moment when she just turned to him, and it happened without him even thinking. One minute she was smiling at him, next minute he was kissing Stella.
“I’m sorry,” were the first words out of his mouth as he pulled back, a look of stunned shock on his face.
“Jim—” she began, “—I didn’t know—”
“That was stupid of me,” he said, starting to pull away from her, “I shouldn’t have—”
“Jim,” she protested, placing a hand on his arm to stop him, “Let me finish.”
“Sorry.”
“Stop apologizing,” she mock-ordered and he smiled. “What I was trying to say was that I didn’t know you felt the same way. You’re pretty good at hiding that kinda thing.”
“Yeah, well there’s a reason for that,” he sighed, “Stella, you don’t want to be with me.”
“Jim, I do.”
“Well, you don’t need to be with me. Not right now,” he said, “I’m no good with relationships.”
“Don’t sell yourself short like that,” she frowned.
“It’s true,” he sighed, “I think my track record speaks for itself.”
“Well, let me be the judge of what I need.”
“I don’t want to hurt you, Stella,” he replied, and she just shook her head before giving him a small smile.
“You couldn’t.”
“Oh, I could,” he nodded, “You have seen some of my more magnificent train wrecks. Fireworks and everything.”
She laughed slightly, before taking his hand in hers, “But I want to take that risk.”
Jim blanked for a second, unsure of what to say to that. If he told her that he didn’t think she was ready, she would probably beat him over the head with the ice bucket. It was too late for him to back out now, the only thing he had left to do was to just in, and hope to God by the end of this she didn’t wind up hating him.
“You sure about that?” he asked, and she nodded.
“Absolutely positive,” she said with a smile.
“So long as you know what you’re getting into,” he smiled back, before his face turned serious, “I’m gonna do my best with this one, Stella. I really am.”
“I know you will,” she replied, “And I do know what I’m getting into.”
“Do you?” he said, and she grinned.
“Yup—I already had lunch with Rossi.”
Jim laughed before shaking his head, “I’m sure that was an interesting conversation.”
“It was absolutely fascinating,” she grinned, before moving in closer to him.
“I’m completely screwed, aren’t I?” he sighed, placing one arm behind her.
“Pretty much,” Stella grinned, “But don’t worry—I think you’ll like it.”
Jim’s eyes widened slightly before he replied, “Oh—I know I will.”