Heart Of Gold - A SMacked story...

Hey guys!! I'm back and as I promised heres chapter 5. I've also written chapter 6, but i've real busy so I'll post it tomorrow. Pinky promise!! hope you like it!
Chapter 5
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She was stretched out on her couch, not wanting to do anything except stare at the bright screen in front of her. She was that in between tired, not tired enough to go to bed, but not awake enough to move. She tried not to think about him. With her. Mac and Peyton. She was happy for him, that he was happy, but… There was always a but; she just wasn’t sure what it was.

He was positive that if he was blindfolded, spun around and let loose in the middle of Manhattan, he would be able to find his way to Stella. It was gut instinct. It was some magnetic force that pulled him to her. Something that made him feel her a mile away. Something that made him sure she was kept close. She was first on his speed dial, and who people would call Just In Case.

The knock surprised her; the only person she would expect at that hour had plans. She told herself she was thinking about work, when in fact the only part of work she was thinking about had nothing to do with the lab.
She walked to the door cautiously. It could be another Frankie, it could be anybody. She flung the door wide open when she saw who it was.
“Mac? What are you doing here?” She said in disbelief. He wasn’t supposed to be here, he was supposed to be having dinner.
The man in front of her chuckled despite looking tired.
“Well, I Can leave. If you want me to.” She grabbed his arm because at that moment she couldn’t stand the thought of him walking away.
“No. I meant…what about your plans?”
“I just left the lab, so I told her I’d have to cancel and see her tomorrow. I bought some food. Have you eaten?” He seemed apologetic. A peace offering for the wrong woman. She thought of the salad she’d made for herself, half of which she’d thrown away.
“No.”
He smiled and she couldn’t help herself from doing the same.
“Good, because I come with Thai” he held out the plastic bag. She grinned and took it.

She’d held on a bit too long, not that he minded. He didn’t tell her that Peyton had offered to reheat the dinner, and also suggested he come over for dessert. When he said he was tired, he pretended he didn’t hear the disappointment in her voice.
He watched her eat and wished he could take her out to dinner every night. Just because.
“So, how come you’re here?” she smiled between bites.
He shrugged, “I didn’t feel like going home.” He hadn’t felt like going anywhere except there.

The day she came back from the hospital after Frankie’s attack, she cleaned up a bit, sat on her bed and realised she couldn’t do it. She went to the only place she knew how to get to. By the time he opened his door, she was crying.
What kind of person, she asked, would take a son away from his mother?
“What kind of person would try to take you away from me?” He countered.
It took her a few days to realise that the statue had been taken from her apartment. She didn’t need to ask who had done it.

She didn’t ask him to stay, but it was in the air. And even if it wasn’t, he wanted to. He didn’t want to leave her alone, even now when it was all over.
She had fallen asleep on the couch, on his shoulder. As he lifted her, he remembered the picture Danny had given him. The same one she had in her office. But his was in his bedroom, in his bedside drawer. If he was ever to forget what his best friend felt like, he could find a way to remember.
After putting her to bed and returning to the living room, she noticed how the stars seemed to spell out her name. He remembered way back, when they used to spell out Claire’s.
 
MacsGirlMel said:
ooh more Smacked :)

*pokes Cate* how about your fic? I want more Dylan :)
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I gots me hands full with Dylan hahaha.
Anyway, mj and I are writing a fic based on the *idea* you gave me... regarding Dylan and the "noises" in the night @ his parents' room hahahha...
 
Hey, as I promised, here's the sixth chapter. i hope you like it.
Chapter six
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He watched her in the interrogation room. He watched her get angry and her watched Hawkes go in and calm her down He wished it could be him. He thought back to the times when he had lied for her to Internal Affairs and wondered if, in protecting her, he was really protecting himself.

“There was no lead yesterday, was there?”
He turned around and saw Peyton. He shook his head and wondered what there was to say.
“I’m glad Stella’s okay.” She said finally, as if taking pity on him. His gaze met hers as he opened his mouth to form a question.
She beat him to it. “Sid. He can’t keep a secret from those he trusts.” The rest of her words stayed in her throat, but he could see them clearly through her eyes. But you can.

There are certain people you can’t hide from. You can lie for a while, and keep a few secrets. But they can read you like a book, and know how to make you turn the page.
He remembered the first fight he had with Stella. He had taken her off a case and wouldn’t tell her why. He couldn’t remember the details: something about an orphan and a foster parent.
For a week she wouldn’t say one word to him, although it felt like a year.
In the end, he gave in and told her, without any obligation to do so. His strong, ex-marine, CSI supervisor persona couldn’t handle the silence of a CSI.
She nodded her head slowly as he told her why he took her off the case. Before he left the room, she grabbed his arm and gave him one of those smiles that took his breath away. “Thanks.”

“Is this about last night? Because this line of work take time. Plans take second place.”
She sighed, “I know what your job is like. I have a similar one, remember? But it’s not about the work. It’s about everything else, and it’s about her.” She pointed to the interrogation room where Hawkes had taken over.
“Stella?” He tried to tell himself that he didn’t know what she was talking about.
“I’m not jealous. I know she’s your best friend, mac. But she also the only one who can make you hold your breath or spill your secrets. She’s who you leave work for. You’re partners, but she’s still my biggest competition. And I’m truly sorry, but I don’t think I can win.”

He believed her, she wasn’t jealous. She was truthful, and logical. Why spend time on something that won’t return the favour. Peyton was more like him than she realised. Maybe, in other circumstances, they would’ve been a perfect match.
Maybe everyone was part of a puzzle, and you spend your life finding the other half. After Claire died, his puzzle changed, but Peyton still didn’t fit.

Danny walked up to them, but remained unnoticed until he spoke, “Mac, you’re gonna wanna see this.”
Peyton smiled and kissed his cheek, “I’ll see you around.”
She waved to Danny and headed off towards the elevators.
Danny looked from him to her, “I didn’t interrupt anything. Did I?”
He watched the doors shut and the blinking arrow turn off.
“No. It was already over.”
 
awww poor boy *huggles him* Your idea's a lot like what I've done a couple times...having Peyton be the one to realize who Mac's really in love with. It's nicer when she's not mad at him :)
 
yeah, i think the situation with peyton is also similar in one of my other stories: christmas spirit that i posted on ff. neway, thanks for the comment i love all of them!
 
Their first ''fight'' was for a reason that could happen on the show and that I like!!!Poor Mac,but he always got Stella! ;)
 
OMG!!! I'm so so so sorry I took so so so long with the last chapter. I just got held up with school, then i didn't know what to do with the story and then I had school exams.... Fully my fault, I hope this, the last chapter makes up for it. I tried to be as in character as possible. Enjoy...
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Mac wasn’t a fan of denial. He met people up to their throats in it every day. People trying to escape the quicksand they had made for themselves.
Unfortunately, he couldn’t really talk. After all, he was an ezpert at pretending things didn’t exist. Like that he didn’t see Peyton’s goodbye coming from a mile away. Like that everything she had said was completely true. There was no denying that Mac spent way too much time in his office, but no one knew that he did that because that was where he felt the biggest connection with her.

Stella shook her head in disbelief. Why she was watching some primetime forensic show was beyond her. She could count about 5 professional mistakes every 10 minutes. But still, it was either that or the news. And if she was going to hear about crime and tragedy, she’d rather it wasn’t true.
As one of the main detectives hooked up with the lab tech she thought of Mac. As a crime scene investigator, you sometimes have to rely on the Aha! moment to solve a case. You have to wait for the light bulb to turn on before you take the next step. Only this time, the case was her life, and the step was her best friend. And if she tripped everything she ever loved would crash and burn.
The TV flickered in front of her and she noticed that Lab Tech was having second thoughts, “What if….”
Detective put his hands on her shoulder and stooped down to look her straight in the eye, in a way that sort of reminded her of her partner. “What if we don’t try this and miss out on the love of our life?” Kiss.
Only Stella didn’t see it, she slammed the door and ran out to her car in her tracksuit bottoms and NYPD t-shirt.

He dialed the first three numbers, then quickly pressed the cancel button on his phone. Stella, was his significant other, he realised. It didn’t matter that they weren’t married, neither were they dating. She was his significant other. The person who made him laugh and cry, the person who could make him spill his guts, the only person he cared about more than his job.
That was why he drove to her place late that night, why he knocked hastily on her door, why he didn’t care what she was doing it as long as she opened it. That was why when she finally did; he kissed her before she had a chance to ask him what he was doing there. And that was why when he woke up on his couch and realised it was all a dream, he found he was disappointed. He sat up and held his head in his hands. The possibility was haunting him, but for once, his marine courage was failing him.

The moment she turned on the engine, she prayed for traffic. She had no idea what she was doing. And she didn’t even know if he would be there. But of course, New York City chose that particular night to empty out. And every green light seemed to wait for her. Had she believed in signs, she would’ve thought that the city was encouraging her. She fiddled with the tuner button, but every radio station was playing some sort of love song, and after deciding she couldn’t handle that, she turned it off. The sounds of the city offered little reassurance. And The NYPD building seemed quite daunting. It was now or never. ‘What if we don’t try this and miss out on the love of our life?’ It was definitely not never.
“I hoped I’d find you here.” The voice from his dream said. He looked up and saw her, with her bright grin standing in front of him. She looked like she had jumped out of bed to come here. But he really didn’t care; a messy Stella was still more beautiful than anyone he’d ever seen.
He chuckled, “Hoped? You know me, where else would I be?”
“With Peyton.” Her name hung in the air heavily, and Stella seemed to notice that it shouldn’t have been mentioned.
He remembered she didn’t know, that he had resisted the urge to tell her as soon as it happened. “Peyton and I are… aren’t…” He was sure he saw a little twinkle in her eye, but she quickly disguised it with her sympathetic face.
“Oh.”
“I was going to call you”, he offered, not sure how it would help.

They weren’t…. she couldn’t describe how she felt. At first a rush of relief and happiness overwhelmed her, but she remembered that this was her best friend. She always promised herself that she wouldn’t be the jealous unloved one. Stella Bonasera doesn’t break promises.
“I’m here because I wanted- I want to talk to you.” She said, slightly lost for words. She had never done this before. He shifted over and gestured for her to sit down next to him. This helped. Anything he did right then would’ve probably helped.
“That’s why I was going to call you.” He smiled, and she laughed. Then sat up a little straighter and turned to look him straight in the eye.
“I’m not sure how to say this, so I just will and then we can make sense of it. OK?” she waited for him to nod, “Mac, I, I don’t want to live my life in a what if.”
He stared at her for a second, perfect that non-emotional face he often wore. She wished she knew what he was thinking, though she usually did, tonight was different. She opened her mouth to continue, when he took her hand in his.
“Stella, we’ve been partners for 11 years, and friends for most of that time. The question stopped being what if a long time ago. It’s a matter of when.”
She held her breath. She was standing on the edge of the world. And she jumped.
With a shy smile, she looked at him and squeezed his hand, “What about right now?”

He looked at her for a second, going through every mental picture of her that he had and decided that this was his favourite. He didn’t think he’d felt like this since he said I do to Claire. And he’d never expected to again. And he knew for certain that this was why everything else happened in his life. Evereything was just a prequel to right now.
“Right now works for me.”

She stood by the elevators staring at them, as they hugged. Of course they hugged, you don’t just pash your best friend of 11 eleven years. She had told him to thruth though. She wasn’t jealous, she was happy for him. And her. They deserved to be happy, and now they finally were. She had come up to leave a note on his desk. But she hadn’t been thinking, it wasn’t even 10 pm yet; of course he’d still be in his office. She had asked for a transfer today. Because it was the right thing to do. They had their family, and now they had each other. And she was just that family friend who had stayed too long.
“Thank God for glass offices, eh?” an elderly man appeared beside her. He was dressed in dark green overall, with a nametag that said George and she concluded that he was the after-hours cleaner. She laughed politely at his comment.
“You a colleague of theirs?” He asked nodding towards the couple, still seated on the couch.
She considered this for a second, “I used to be.”
“Oh.”George seemed slightly disappointed; he was looking forward to saraing some office gossip. “Long overdue, though, don’t you think?”
She glanced over at them then at the note she held in her hand. Mac, I’m leaving next week. I’ll see you before then but I couldn’t tell you in person. I’m sorry. Good luck. I’m glad you’re happy. Both of you. –Peyton.
“It was only a matter of when.” She smiled a little sadly at the short man. “Listen, could you please give this note to him. I’d like him to get it tonight.”
“Sure thing M’am.” George smiled and place dthe note in his front pocket. Like on cue, the elevator door opened and she stepped inside, looking back long enough to see his lips touch hers.
 
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