4A/N: Hello and welcome to my first Ghost fic!
I hope you enjoy; comments are always appreciated! First fic a little nervous but this show has brought me a lot of fun times, something to look forward to during the work week and it is so original! Yes, I am aware of the British version I just haven't seen it yet.
Flower and Thorfinn are such a unique couple and the episode, "Jay's Friends," got me in the feels with Flower's brother so I had to get this idea out of my head. Thank you all for reading and giving me the courage to post!
She needed to be alone.
It was strange, because being alone was not really her style. It was easier to act dazed or make herself become so at will.
Anything to not deal with her mistakes. Deep down, she knew that was why she was here. Why they were all stuck on earth, yet she never voiced her observations.
It was easier to allow people to think what they will of her than to correct them.
And it was not like they were utterly wrong.
Most of the time.
Yet images of Robby, her brother, and the argument they had kept her pacing through her room until she finally fell on the bed exhausted.
'How do we get tired?'
'Why do we sleep?'
Normally, her mind would fixate on that but the image of Robby pushing her on a swing when she was seventeen flashed through her mind and Flower sat up.
It was then she remembered what Sam had done for her, reaching out to Robby, and telling him the things she never could have in life that her tears started again.
Before she knew where she was going, Flower found herself by the computer, staring at the print out of the email her brother had responded.
"He wrote back…"
Flower mumbled to herself as tears clouded her vision.
Happiness warred with sadness, and gratitude with longing to see Robby. Perhaps he could visit the mansion? The hippie was not used to such gray feelings. Everything was one or the other, never a mix of emotions in her mind.
"Why Flower cry?"
The sudden booming voice startled the hippie so much that she fell to the floor.
"Thorfinn?"
She watched in surprise as he knelt beside her.
"Why Flower crying?"
"Oh, I well…"
A large gentle hand rested on her shoulder as they gazed at one another, Flower's tears slowly trickling down her face like a gradually moving river.
How could she explain it to him? Thorfinn's family had been gone for ions. She had no clue if he would understand.
The young woman managed a weak smile. "I… Forget…"
Thorfinn shook his head. "Flower…"
"I miss Robby… My brother… You… How can you?"
Her words came out rushed, tumbling over one another but she could not care. Tears and words choaked her and yet she could not stop.
"I was so happy to hear from him, I am so grateful to Sam for…"
"The email…"
Flower nodded and wiped her face.
"It is okay to miss your brother," Thorfinn said as he rubbed her shoulder, "Thorfinn understands."
Wiping her face again, Flower blinked up at the Viking.
"Yet, I am happy. Thrilled Sam was able to tell him all the things I couldn't in life. I am so proud he wasn't murdered in action, that he is here and I could ask Moon Cow Sam to write again… And that…"
She took a deep breath, laughing in relief through her tears. "I'm glad he doesn't hate me. I am so glad he doesn't hate me."
Silence fell once more, the only sounds being the settling of the house as Thorfinn took her hand in order to help her up. Stumbling slightly, she leaned against him as he smiled down at her.
"No one could ever hate you, Flower."
The simple sentence, coupled with the genuine look in his eyes and the young woman felt her lips turn up in a slight smile.
She laughed softly yet the silent tears still slid down her face, one by one the tiny drops fell.
Without preamble, Thorfinn gently caught the drops in his large hand. The strength and warmth of his touch sent her already jumbled senses reeling.
Never, in all her fifty years of being on the property had she seen this side of him. It made her wonder if he truly cared for her, a thought that made her heart suddenly clench as she took a step back.
"Thank you Thorfinn," she said, "My brother forgives me, and I have you… All of us here…"
She made a sweeping motion with her hand prior to turning and dashing through the wall back to her room.
One revelation for the evening was enough. She felt the sweet haze of her generally high existence wash over her.
Flower giggled as her voice rang out, "I want to contemplate wallpaper!"
She heard Hetty groan in the next room and Alberta give a snort.
Rather think about that than Thorfinn's gentle hand or kind eyes… His soft voice, normally so rough, loud and…
"Pretty colors… Robby… Swing!"
She laughed again.
Feeling safe, she finally allowed the colors, swing and colors play through her mind as sleep took her away.
-…-…End of, "Groovy Tears."-…-…