Welcome to the land of One Shot. Since I've had an Alanis play list on repeat since God said, "Let there be light!" I thought it only appropriate that I write this. It screams "Tommy & Jude". I hope you enjoy.

PS: There are no names mentioned. That's my normal writing style and we all know who it's about.

Disclaimer: If I owned IS in any damn way, do you think I'd be writing this? I'd be bumping up Season 2 air dates and posting spoilers for everyone.

Hands Clean

They sat in his car, his baby, his everything, driving to the middle of nowhere. Somewhere, a song murmured in the background, weaving in and out of their misguided, thought-filled reveries. It was a song of emptiness and everything, possessing such a clear message of truth for the both of them.

If it weren't for your maturity none of this would have happened.
If you weren't so wise beyond your years I would've been able to control myself.

He steered the car effortlessly, careening around curves going what felt like the slowest 80 km/h of his life. The asphalt transformed into fain traces of yellow paint, the scenery a Gaussian blur of its former self. He pressed the gas pedal to the proverbial metal and dared the road to let go.

If it weren't for my attention you wouldn't have been successful.

She mentally wrote a new song, laying out chords and arrangements and picking out china patterns. Her Converse tapped against the upholstered floor boards, remembering past, present, and future events that would never mean nothing. She blinked against the wind, quieting the stinging in her eyes that drove her mad.

If it weren't for me you would never have amounted to very much.
This could be messy, but you don't seem to mind. Don't go telling everybody.

He thought of chores and duties he needed to attend to; people to call, a girl to love, and the book to write. His hand ran thru his hair involuntarily. The predicament was a simple case of "right time, wrong age" and it played the most gruesome game of chess in his mind – calculated and undermining. He fought only himself, every day giving in more and more until he finally dove right into an ocean he couldn't swim in.

And overlook this supposed crime.

She took in air freely, her body one with the genuine leather racing seat cradling her like space-age memory foam. She couldn't shake the intrinsic need to scream at the world, to tell everyone to fuck off. It was a simple task of getting on her soapbox, singing her thoughts in a heartfelt melody, and realizing everyone thought it was about some kid who didn't know her from Adam. The confusion was the worst and they played the role too well.

We'll fast forward to a few years later and no one knows except the both of us.

What was their future? What was to become of the twosome once someone said, "Hey! That's enough, now!" Who would step up and say something? Who would tell the judge and jury their case?

And I have honored your request for silence.

It never happened. Hell yes it did. It happened, will happen, and be damned if it didn't happen over and over again. It made sense, it meant the world, and there were no amount of words that could erase a canvas so brightly bleak.

And you've washed your hands clean of this.

Forgetting the nagging thoughts and perplexed stares would just be too easy for such a pair of star crossed lovers.

You're essentially an employee and I like you having to depend on me.
You're kind of my protégé and one day you'll say you learned all you know from me.

It was left in her hands which way the fates would sway. He was the child-star far dejected from his Babylon and she brought him forth into a new age. He was hers. She knew it and she liked it. She was the meta-rockstar and he learned from her every whim just what life could mean. She twisted the ends of her hair between her fingers, eyes roaming between conscious and subconscious. Who she was and what she acted upon were two different animals and taming the beasts was her challenge.

I know you depend on me like a young thing would to a guardian.
I know you sexualize me like a young thing would and I think I like it.

She cared for him so much it scared him. She wanted him so much it made his body tingle in ways people only fantasized about. Her kisses set him ablaze. Her touches sent him into euphoria. He needed that ice bath at the moment but relished in the way his thoughts and the speed speedballed him into a catatonic state of unadulterated desire.

This could be messy, but you don't seem to mind. Don't go telling everybody.

And overlook this supposed crime.

What they possessed wasn't a bad thing and never would be. Numbers and people tried to make it ugly. The world made them second and third guess their decisions and actions. None of this would have been what it was, though, without the taboo and stipulation. They expected the intensity and cried foul when either one would breech contracts and cross boundaries into territories that they couldn't handle. The protagonists could do nothing but cry and talk in whispered anecdotes.

We'll fast forward to a few years later and no one knows except the both of us.
And I have honored your request for silence.

The headlines said nothing because, in the eyes of everyone around them, they were the angsty musicians working out technical difficulties. There would be some time when she was of an age of used consent that word would spread and he'd smile devilishly knowing the secrets they'd already shared. It would be an old budding romance reminiscent of Ava and Howard and they'd give out spoons for everyone to eat with.

What part of our history's reinvented and under rug swept?

She wanted inside of his head. She wanted to poke through his inner musings and know every word he ever wanted to say to her. Things were different, so he said. Things were changing for the better, so she concluded. The past was the past but the undercurrent of predetermined melodramas. They pushed it to the side and made no mention of anything until the stage began to descend into the torrential anger storms.

What part of your memory is selective and tends to forget?

He wanted her to overlook and let pass everything wrong he may have ever done. She wasn't a person of forgetfulness but was a person of romantic forgiveness. Maybe, in time, she wouldn't recall any of his misdeeds and he could sleep easily at night knowing he was completely in the clear. He being free from dark transgressions was her being free to explore and live in what he had to offer.

What with this distance it seems so obvious?

Hours, weeks, and the lonely back roads passed and disappeared into the life from which they were ascending. It was a new era of remarkable truth.

Just make sure you don't tell on me especially to members of your family.

He wondered who knew as he pushed his car to limits of acceleration. Did former flames and present impediments wait to pounce in the shadows of their plastered smiles and overt diversions? It was their pact, one she'd readily agreed upon.

We best keep this to ourselves and not tell any members of our inner posse.

She stretched within the confines of a far away deliverance. She knew someone knew but didn't mention it. It was their pact, one he'd readily devised.

I wish I could tell the world 'cause you're such a pretty thing when you're done up properly.

His arm draped lazily behind the headrest of her seat, the softness of her hair caressing his forearm in a way that started something could never be stopped. If perfection was personified, it would be envious of her and skillful means of loving honesty. She should be broadcasted to every place between heaven and hell and their union should be known by every man, woman, and child.

I might want to marry you one day if you watch that weight and keep your firm body.

She lazily smiled to the omnipresent reminders of his touch; the way his bare chest felt against hers in the morning; the countless times she'd lie against his stomach and dreaming effortlessly. Being in his arms nullified every possibility of something else with someone else and she wanted to forever keep it that way.

This could be messy and I don't seem to mind.

He questioned his mental standings of previous time when he denied himself the right to be with her. He couldn't picture himself anywhere but where he stood today. He enjoyed everything and quite possibly too damn much. If the world were to crash and burn, it didn't matter. He was exactly where he wanted to be when the fire display began.

Don't go telling everybody and overlook this supposed crime.

The song ended on a softer whisper as he found a cut-off to turn into and head back into the reality they knew. She looked at him briefly, catching his gaze with a smile and a pink blush. He returned her sentiment, pulling her into a quick hug and kissing her forehead to seal the deal. It was a beautiful day and an even more beautiful time for washing ones hands clean.