Pedro Pascal Character Imagines

The Parting Glass (Javier Pena)

Summary: Javier and Steve's partner Clarissa is gunned down.

A/N - I listened to "The Parting Glass" by Celtic Woman while writing this. I understand that Javi's questions haven't been answered yet and there will probably be another part to this sometime in the future.

It all happened so fast.

One moment she was looking at him, her green eyes sparkling with excitement, and the next second she was bleeding in his arms.

The sicario came around the corner and fired.

He heard her gasp and grab at her stomach as she went down. Javier didn't hesitate to empty his whole clip into the guy. He threw down his gun and ran to Clarissa's side.

"Hey, hey, c'mon," he spoke softly. He grabbed his radio. "I have an agent down. Agent Hedley is down. Requesting immediate medical attention. GSW to the lower abdomen."

Dammit. The bullet had gone in right below her vest.

"Javi..." she whimpered.

He gently pulled her head into his lap. "I've got you, 'Ris. I've got you." He took one of her hands in his and stroked her cheek with the other. "Just hang on."

"Te amo, Javi."

Javier smiled through the tears filling his eyes. "Te amo, Clarissa." He leaned down and pressed his lips to hers. "Te amo."

Javier watched in horror as Clarissa's eyes started to flutter. "I NEED AN AMBULANCE, NOW!"

The ambulance soon arrived and Clarissa was rushed to the hospital.

Javier waited and waited for news about her.

Connie came through the doors, blood covering her scrubs. She didn't even need to say anything.

"No," Javier whispered, "No. Tell me she's not..."

"I'm so sorry, Javi."

Javier hit his knees and let out a loud scream. It wasn't fair. He'd only gotten to love her for a few minutes before she was torn from him.

Connie knelt down beside him and wrapped her arms around him. "I'm so sorry. She said she loved you before she went."

That statement made Javier lose it and he started crying. He was someone who rarely cried, but his heart felt like it was shattering in his chest.

Clarissa's funeral was a simple affair. She hadn't wanted a lavish funeral.

Javier had made the hard decision to send her body back to the states to her family to be buried.

Steve and Javier went out for a drink afterward. It felt wrong not having her with them.

Steve ordered them two whiskey's and said, "To Clarissa."

"To Clarissa," Javier echoed.

The two of them clinked their glasses and drank.

Adios mi corazon y mi alma (Goodbye, my heart and soul).

A few weeks later, he received a package with Clarissa's ring that her mother had given her. He put it on a chain and wore it around his neck, placing a kiss on it every time they went on a mission.

When they caught Escobar, it was an empty victory.

Because she wasn't there. She should have been there.

Now Javier was on a plane headed home to Laredo.

He stood on the porch of his father's house. Their parting before he left for Colombia hadn't been the best one. He couldn't even tell you where he'd left his key, so he settled for knocking on the door.

Javier's world stopped when the door opened.

Clarissa stood there. Her blonde hair up in a high ponytail on her head and her green eyes sparkling.

Javier dropped the bag he was holding. "Clarissa?"

"...Javier."

"I know I should have probably called ahead..."

Clarissa threw her arms around his neck.

"How...how are you here?" he asked. He felt Clarissa shake her head.

"Please...please just hold me."

So Javier did. It felt so right to have her in his arms again. Down in Colombia, they'd just been partners until that fateful day where they'd confessed their love for each other while she was bleeding out.

Clarissa pulled away and put her hands on Javier's face. "Te amo, Javier."

Javier smiled. "Te adoro, Clarissa."

Clarissa's cheeks turned an adorable pink before Javier kissed her.

He was thankful that her confession hadn't just been because she thought she was going to die. He didn't know how she was alive or why she was living in his house, but he didn't care right now.

They could deal with everything later.

He still had to explain what had happened after she left. How he had turned to Los Pepes to help catch Escobar and how he'd been fucked over by Judy Moncada and the CIA, all because he wanted to take down the man responsible for her death.

All that mattered right now was she was back in his arms where she belonged.

His heart and soul.