Title: The Light of His Smile
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Zeke Barnes/Jordan Hester
Fandom: Person of Interest/A Gifted Man
Rating: PG-13
Table: 1drabble
Prompt: 19, Light
Disclaimer: This is entirely a product of my own imagination, and I make no profit from it. I do not own the lovely Zeke Barnes or Jordan Hester, fortunately, just borrowing them for a while. Please do not sue.


Jordan hesitated just outside the clinic, standing on the sidewalk.

Was he being presumptuous to think that Zeke might want to see him again so soon? Or was he merely being conscientious to let him know that he'd gotten the medication?

He knew that Zeke expected him to come back, but there would be a lot of people around and he wouldn't be able to talk to the other man about anything but the fact that he'd picked up his meds, and arrange to pay him back for them.

That wasn't what he wanted. He wanted to be able to talk to Zeke in a more personal manner. He wanted to get to the know the other man better.

Of course, the middle of Zeke's workday probably wasn't the best time.

"Hey. Jordan." He whirled around when he heard his name, his dark eyes widening. Nobody here knew his name, did they? Well, nobody but .... Zeke.

He turned towards the corner of the building, his heart leaping in his chest when he saw Zeke standing there, smiling at him. "I'm on a break," Zeke told him, gesturing with the hand that held a cigarette. "Come on back here, and we can sit down and talk."

Jordan nodded, moving towards the corner and around to the back of the building. He was surprised to see a small bench there; it was obviously a place for the doctors to take breaks.

"It's not much, but it's ours," Zeke said with a soft laugh as they both sat down. He took a long drag from the cigarette, then crushed it beneath his hell. "I should quit."

"You should," Jordan said absently. "Smoking's horrible for you. And I'd --" He stopped, knowing that what he'd been about to say was something that shouldn't come out of his mouth at this point, but unable to not say the words. "I'd like to have you around for a long time."

"So would I," Zeke said softly, turning his head to smile at Jordan as their eyes met. "And I'd like to share some of the time that I'm around with you."

That smile seemed to hold all the light in the world; it took Jordan's breath away.

No one had ever smiled at him like that before. No one had ever seemed to take all of the light from the sky above and direct it right at him.

"Would you like to go out to dinner tonight?" Zeke asked, his voice very soft. Jordan felt as though a bright light had just exploded all around him, leaving him seeing stars. He blinked, unsure of what to say, then heard himself saying the only possible word he could utter.

"Yes," he said, his voice just as soft as Zeke's. "I'd love to go out to dinner with you." He held his breath, waiting for Zeke to give him that smile again.

Jordan wanted to bask in the light of that smile forever.