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[Friday Night Lights] Cuarenta y ocho horas (y contando)

Title: Forty-eight hours (and counting)
Fandom: Friday Night Lights
Warnings / Spoilers: Set in the 2x07 , Pantherama, so basically minor spoilers of the first and second season.
Characters / Pairs: Tim / Tyra
Summary: When pidió asilo en su casa, Tyra sólo le dio cuarenta y ocho horas.
Notas: escrito prácticamente de un tirón en una noche de insomnio, estoy retomando la serie y revisionando la segunda temporada, luego de ver un capítulo surgió este plotbunny y el resto es historia.
Adaptado más o menos para el prompt de eugeart en san_drabbletin , porque Tim y Tyra siempre van a tener reencuentros en mayor o menor medida. Ojalá te guste ^^
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—Cuarenta y ocho horas, ni una más— es la sentencia before letting go, plus a clear warning not to come to your room. Tyra says everything with such conviction that if it were another person, would be really threatening. But Tim knows all his gestures and tricks, there's nothing that can scare Tyra Collette really, at least not for five minutes straight. So is installed at home on the couch, her new bed for the next forty-eight hours. Follows the outline of Tyra to the kitchen, look carefully open the fridge and pour a glass of juice. Does not take long for her to lift an eyebrow, looking defiant.

- What? -

- Are not you going to offer even a glass of water to your new tenant? - it covers half the face with a sofa cushion, hiding the smile that would leave no place to sleep. Tyra looks mourning continues for a few moments longer, while completing their juice and re-save the rest.

"Your time is running out, Riggins says without more, disappearing down the hall.

& & &

Mindy Tyra surprises him with a few hours later, almost at nightfall. They're not doing anything wrong, take a couple of beers watching television and discussing football. Nothing really out of place, but Mindy's knee rubs against hers and Tyra is a clear warning sign. Yanks to get it up and insists, almost out loud that not even think.

"It is a big no. Will not you come to my house to my sister groping on the couch, Riggins, yes ... not -

"Now do not exaggerate ... -

" No, I will not hear your excuses, returns to give another tug shirt, defying the haughty look. Without blinking, as he always does that threat-need not remind you that the clock is ticking, it says with an almost sweet, which contrasts with a smile and before he can say once again that he is exaggerating the things, it turns around. The banging indicates that there is no right of reply.

& & &

Try apologize the next morning, which is very difficult because you do not know for sure why he is apologizing. Only approach the kitchen while preparing breakfast Tyra. Rub her shoulders and she pretends to ignore him, but Tim knows it too well. Each time you wrinkle your nose in this way is because his game is indifference to burst.

-Tyra, I do not want to think about ... -

- You gonna tell me why you're here, "then leans to him, looking straight in the eye and your mouth feels dry Tim. He knows he is trapped and whatever you do, you can not lie. That would not be much problem if the truth were not so painful, if you do not burn the throat, so looking down before answering.

-Billy and Jackie, they are coming ... and say ... I need some time before you get used to you know? All ... - does hint of a shrug, is the only explanation I can give more or less close to the truth. Needs time. Do not know exactly how much, but now can not live under the same roof as her brother.

When he looks up, is waiting for her to scold, to wrinkle the eyebrows and say for the umpteenth time that is immature. Will not be running always worth the trouble or something, because when they were together and discussing, these always were recurring themes. Wait for the attack as if on the football field, entrenching against the ledge of the kitchen, but Tyra just nods slowly and slide the sandwich fresh to him.

-Riggins ... Eat well - her lips curved in a faint smile, because it only takes a few moments his expression hardened again, your brain needs fuel to think about what you do when your time in my house is finished, "Tim gives

a bite sandwich after she leaves the kitchen. It was delicious.

& & &

The notes carefully that day in high school. Walk beside her without looking, playing casual games but the truth is that talking to Julie on the stairs. Squints how Landry struggles to keep pace when walking and is fixed when it leaves the books of the last class in the box. Want to believe that she has not noticed a single time, clings to the idea thinking otherwise and would have claimed. Think

take her home, the thought crosses your mind with a childlike innocence, was carried by moments of the past. When Tyra was fixed on him with a smile and slid his hand under his jacket for the Panthers. Knows she can not return to the past but sometimes when you're lost, you can not help find a safe place known, although it no longer belongs to you. However

stops halfway, it recognizes the silhouette next to it. The long dark hair is unmistakable and Tim stands there, watching them talk in the distance. The perfect blend of what was and could be, which can never be. Past and fantasy.

There is nothing to do, and Collette goes home alone.

& & &

still leaves the bathroom wet hair, wiping the excess with a towel and the first thing you notice is the room light on. Tyra is in a corner of the room, with a book in her lap and pencil in hand, seems really focused, oblivious to everything going on around you. Knows he can not tell (much less now) but at times it looked thus absorbed is more beautiful when it seemed. Sometimes I can not help but wonder how things would be different if ...

-Tim, stop playing perverted stalker, this role does not suit you at times with me, do not know if he has discovered a few hours ago, but soon realizes that the tone is different. Tyra gives her a smile before to look up and know you're joking, feels less weight in the stomach. Take a few steps forward, for a moment think of relying on the arm of the sofa, but decides not to try their luck and took a seat at the other end. The silence of both, and though she did not seem uncomfortable, Tim wants to say something or end up going crazy. After all, the silence between the two used to signify the preamble to something else, he still has today.

"So ... everything ready for the Pantherama huh? - Tyra sits with a half smile, throwing a lock of hair behind her ear. Tim's viewed in profile and not think too much before asking the following- Are you going to Landry? No ... not look at me, it's a genuine question, I just like to know why ... I mean, he's not exactly your type ... -

-Riggins, I'm not asking about your progress or trip with Garrity and we can leave that issue for peace-not even raise his voice, but he knows enough to realize that there is somewhere hidden in doubt, the fear of the unknown. Think for moment that perhaps Landry (perhaps Lyla) is not the problem.

"If it makes you feel better, do not think that's going anywhere anyway," there is no bitterness in his words, only resignation. Before I took it with humor, you now know with certainty that Lyla was a fantasy, which fades by the day.

Fits best on the couch, as she leans out a little, enough to catch up. Tyra has her eyes on him, without blinking, and Tim moves instinctively, reaching out to touch her cheek. The soft touch is known, runs his thumb facial contours. I used to do that when they were together, outlining his face with his fingertips, feeling it shudder and smile, a gesture urging her to continue. Now she barely moves, but his silence lets go and he bends to touch his lips. It is a slow kiss, which barely touch the tongues and lips are pressed tightly, clinging to memories today are more dormant than ever.
But everything falls apart when he placed a hand on her waist, Tyra feels tight and in seconds she is on foot, groping for the book on the couch while her head vigorously denies.

"No, Tim ... this is here ... -

-Tyra ... -

" I mean, Riggins. This never happened, you have to go, Mindy told me she found something for you when you speak and you will get to from here ... - she is whispering things slamming echoing in his ears. Tim

sitting, almost holding her breath and suddenly feel small in the middle of that couch, an intruder in the house. Moisten your lips, the taste of Tyra that scratches the throat, causing a burning sensation on the tip of the abdomen. He knows that there is no turning back, the hours are still running but can not help wondering what would happen if instead of chasing fantasies had stuck to reality. Never stop asking.