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Pen to Paper (tim murphy)

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Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

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Pen to Paper

Chapter Seven

Summary: A simple thesis on a simple book she’d read. That’s all she needed to do. She knew it would be at least a little bit arduous but she didn’t think it would cause this much trouble.

Pairing: Tim Murphy x original female character

Words: 1,511

A/N: i wrote part of this chapter on the same day i wrote chapter one. i’ve been waiting to post it for so long, i hope you enjoy<3

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“It was a mistake,” Julie said, voice full of regret, trying not to cry. “I shouldn’t have done it, it was a mistake--” Tim stepped forward, hand on his chin, staring down at the mess Julie had made. He took a breath in, opened his mouth, and then closed it shut. “I’m dead. I’m dead. This is it, Americans still have the death penalty, right? I’m dead.”

Tim sighed. “You’re being dramatic. It’s not that bad--” he paused and then looked back at her, scrunching his face. “Okay, it’s kinda bad, but you’ll be fine, I’m sure it’s happened before.”

Julie gave him the deadest look she could muster. “Have you ever printed seven hundred pages of porn from a company printer?” Julie pointed at the printer (which was still going) and the paper spewed out on the floor, showing some very graphic images. “Not only is this a disgrace but I have managed to singlehandedly kill the environment,” she fell into a chair and dropped her face in her hands. Tim held back a giggle as he walked to the back of the printer and unplugged it.

He sat next to her with a grin on his face. “So you clicked on a link from a spam email. Lots of baby boomers have done that--” Julie looked up and hit his arm. Tim started laughing, that most comfortable she’d ever seen him, basking in her embarrassment. 

“It’s not funny!” She hit him again.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” He giggled. “I just can’t believe you didn’t think about unplugging it in the first place,” he smiled at her so you could see all of his teeth. I could punch him right now-- or kiss him, I could do that too-- she stopped that thought right in its tracks. They hadn’t talked about that night, not one word, and Julie was lowkey glad. She couldn’t handle rejection and she definitely couldn’t handle a relationship, or worse, she was shit scared she was going to end up being a casual love affair-- that would be worse than rejection. So she ignored the fact that it even happened.

“I froze, okay? I freaked out!”

Tim picked up the pages and looked at them, tilting his head. Julie knotted her eyebrows and then hit him again. “Stop hitting me!” There was laughter in his voice but his face was pensive. “What if we give it to the homeless? I’m sure they aren’t getting any--” he dodged another hit. “Alright fine, what do you wanna do with these?”

Julie hung her head in shame. “I don’t know! Shred them, forget this day ever happened,” she sighed. Tim shrugged.

“Alright, whatever you say,” he started collecting the sheets from the ground. “It’s a shame we can’t even use it as scrap paper.”

“Haha, very funny, Timothy,” she rolled her eyes and begun picking things up.

They shredded every bit of paper they’d printed and strangely enough, what she felt most guilty about was the waste of paper. Oh environment Gods, please don’t kill me. She didn’t say this to Tim, he would’ve just made fun of her and she couldn’t handle that right now.

It took two hours.

“What’s the time?” Julie asked, fanning herself with her hand. The heating was too far up and she was wearing a wooly jumper. Tim came up from behind her and patted her hair, an action that felt so intimate somehow. She bit her lip to stop herself saying anything stupid.

“It’s almost four,” he said, walking around her towards his desk. He wasn’t looking at her. “Hey, do you wanna go get ice cream or something?”

“It’s November,” she brushed a hand through her fringe to get it out of her eyes, it flicked back as soon as she let go.

“So?” He turned around and leaned back on his desk, playing with a ball of rubber bands, his auburn hair glistening in the dim lighting of the room, his eyes screaming trouble.

“Isn’t that against the rules?”

“When have we ever followed the rules?”

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Julie spoke through a mouthful of ice cream, a smile taking up most of her face, desperately trying to put it away so she could swallow her food. “You’re the worst when it comes to detail, you speak in generalizations only,” she chuckled. Tim gave her a playful gasp with a hand over his chest. “It’s true!” she shut her eyes. “I bet you don’t even know what color my eyes are.”

Tim was silent. Blue, he wanted to say, of course, they’re blue. They’re as blue as the cleanest ocean and the clearest sky. They’re crystal clear and they give everything away. Every glint of excitement, every annoying thought, everything. How could I ever miss the color of your eyes, the depth of your stares, the warmth of your thoughts? How could I ever? Instead, with a sad smile on his face, he said, “I dunno, green? A hazel-y color?” 

She opened her eyes with a loud laugh pointing at her eyes and twisting her face. “Come on, Tim, they’re blue, the easiest color to remember!” She took another spoonful of her ice cream. “I guess I was right, you’re not that observant after all,” she smiled.

The past week had been torture for Tim Murphy. He saw Julie every day, he watched her as she awkwardly stumbled past his office, as she took everyone’s coffee order, as she laughed at the librarian’s unfunny jokes and as she pretended nothing happened between the two of them. He wanted to say something, every day he built himself up to talk to her and ask her what it all meant, if it meant anything at all, if he wasn’t the only one to feel all those squirmy feelings every time he saw her, only to then crumble at the sight of her.

He watched her tuck her hair behind her ear as she licked some ice cream from the corner of her mouth, his stomach flipped. He swallowed, pulling his eyes away from her and back to his little cone. He cleared his throat. “So have you figured out your financial situation, yet?” He asked as kindly as he could but he was sure that somehow it came out wrong. “I mean-- if you’re okay with sharing, I just wanted to make sure that, um...”

She put her hand on his shoulder. God, he was being so awkward. “You’re fine,” she grinned. “My dad transferred me some money that should help till the end of the month, but I have to go back to England for Christmas-- those were his terms,” she shrugged. He tried not to look disappointed. Not because he wasn’t happy about her being back on her feet and being able to eat a full meal but-- he didn’t know why. 

“That’s good,” he said passively, with the fakest smile on his face. 

She tilted her head with a confused look on her face. “Are you sure bout that, buddy?” She teased. His face flushed. “But thank you for asking. It’s good to have a friend here, you had me scared at the beginning, I thought you didn’t like me,” Julie did that thing where she bit the inside of her cheek to stop herself from feeling awkward.

Friend.

Friend. 

F r i e n d.

Tim took a half breath in and laughed. “Hang on, hang on, who said we were friends? Who told you I liked you?”

“Oh? Oh my gosh, I must’ve gotten you confused with--” she paused. “Shit! Are you not Bill Nye the Science Guy? I thought I was hanging with him! I’m so sorry to bother you, sir,” they both burst out laughing at how stupid that was.

“My, oh my, that was tragic,” he wiped a fake tear. Just like that, she made him feel so light and--

She looked at her phone. “Holy shit, is that the time?” Her eyes were wide. “Tim you have a meeting in six minutes! The head of the department is coming in just for this!” Tim dropped his spoon just as his stomach dropped-- he didn’t know if it was nerves or if it was because their hang out was being cut short.

Julie picked up her bag, and pulled Tim’s arm. “Come on, man, we gotta go!” She tugged at him as he picked up his jacket and then they were off.

Tim and Julie ran a ten-minute walk in under six minutes. 

They got to the conference room meeting just as they were about to shut the door. Dr Connors was already in there, eyeing the two of them and she mouthed ‘hurry up’ as she saw Tim. 

He was about to go in when Julie stopped him by grabbing his sleeve. “Look at me,” she said, a very serious look on her face. She licked her thumb and wiped the corner of his mouth. “There ya go, perfect.” 

Tim walked into the conference room, his heart beating faster than he ever thought it could.

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[joeymozzarello]

I just binge read Pen to Paper. I love it and I need more Tim and Julie in my life. Are you still writing for it?

I’m so glad you enjoyed it!!!! Honestly I’ve been feeling a bit lacking of inspiration but after this message I’m gonna write a next chapter just for you! You’re gonna have to bare with me, it’s gonna take a bit I’m a little bit busy right now, but it’ll come. Soon!!

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Pen to Paper

Chapter Six

Summary: A simple thesis on a simple book she’d read. That’s all she needed to do. She knew it would be at least a little bit arduous but she didn’t think it would cause this much trouble.

Pairing: Tim Murphy x original female character

Words: 2,706

A/N: thank you so much for four hundred followers! that’s insane, i love you all, sorry this update took so long to get here, i hope i don’t disappoint!

//

Julie was bad at making choices. Anything from picking what shoes to wear in the morning to big life changing decisions was hell for her. Truly. If it was between dying or picking one single ice cream flavour, she would probably die while trying to make up her mind.

All nighters at the museum were - apparently - a big deal, and since everybody was so busy, Janet picked Julie for snack duty. Bad decision. The list was objectively easy to anyone with the least bit of common sense, or so Dr Connors had thought. It read simply:

Chocolate

Diet coke

Cookies

Chinese food

This list was way too general for Julie Trenton. Chocolate? What kind? Bite-sized? Bar? Snack bar? Multipack? And the Diet Coke, a large bottle or multiple cans? How many cans? How many bottles? And don’t even get me started on the ‘Chinese food’. 

The truth was that Julie was a perfectionist; not really a people pleaser but she loved to be praised. Nothing wrong with that, except she was terrified of failure. Doing something wrong was the equivalent of being tortured - or at least in her mind it was, she would never truly know what torture felt like. 

Anyway, so she’d been standing in front of shelves full of chocolate for about ten minutes, twirling Dr. Connor’s credit card between the fingers as she felt the urge to scream. It was 8PM on a Thursday night and she was in a CVS that was deserted as far as she could tell. It was dark outside and the lights in the next isle were flickering and the thought crossed Julie’s mind a couple times. The thought being “tonight is the night I get brutally murdered”.

A tap on her shoulder made her jump out of her skin. She turned around with a huff, dropping the bag of M&Ms from her hands. A store clerk stood in front of her, completely unimpressed. She was short, young and tired and had so many piercings in her face that Julie shuddered at just the thought of that many needles puncturing her skin.

“We’re closing,” a blank, clear statement that made Julie much more nervous than she needed to be. She checked her watch, gripping Janet’s note in her hand. 20:36. She’d officially been in this store for twenty-six minutes and all she’d managed to do was grab a bag of M&Ms. “You got like twenty minutes so hurry up.” 

Julie frowned as the clerk walked off. She spun back round to face the chocolate. 

She thought about calling Tim Murphy, she really considered it, and for a good fifteen seconds, it felt like a good idea. Until she got to his contact on her phone and she thought about how every time she’d even looked at him the past two days, he walked in the other direction. She thought about how when she made a joke while at lunch with him and Janet yesterday, he got up and walked off without one word. Janet didn’t even notice, but Julie had to admit - it stung a little bit.

It’s just chocolate for fuck’s sake, get over yourself, woman.

With a deep breath, Julie just followed her instincts and picked up what looked right, and for once, she just stopped thinking.

That was until she began walking towards the counter to go and pay. 

Julie Trenton hadn’t eaten a proper meal in three weeks. She was living off of meagre portions, biscuits and cold cafeteria food, so when her eye caught the Two for One ready-made meal packs and she felt Janet Connors’ credit card in her hand, she hesitated. She stood, arms full of junk food for the all nighter at the museum and stared at the dinners.

She could buy six of those and make them last all week, even two weeks. 

Julie traced her thumb along the shiny silver credit card that Dr Trenton had trusted her with to buy food for her colleagues. Her stomach rumbled. She hadn’t eaten anything but a hot dog from a food cart today, the money from her parents hadn’t come in yet and Janet definitely wouldn’t notice if she borrowed twenty dollars - right?

The clerk cleared her throat, Julie’s eyes jumped from the food to the girl and then back to the food. Her stomach burned at the thought, her heart pumped harshly and her mind was trying to pull her away. It’s all about survival. I’ve gotta survive. 

Julie picked up six boxes and made her way to the counter.

-

Two knocks at the door that was wide open, Tim Murphy didn’t look up but if he had, he would’ve seen Julie Trenton holding an impossible amount of food, almost drowning in it, and he probably would’ve found it funny. But he didn’t look up. 

Tim’s head had been a throbbing, overthinking mess for three days. There was no real reason behind it, none that he could think of anyway, but at the moment this overload of work was the only thing keeping him sane. He didn’t understand what was happening to him, he was short of breath and had a lump in his throat that made his voice quiver when he spoke up and his mood was - well, blank for the most part. He didn’t really feel anything, which in itself was worrying but then again, why would he bother getting into his feelings when ignoring them had been going just fine.

He read over the form in front of him, studying the various mistakes - both in grammar and in fact - of the research that had been inputted in the system. “I don’t understand - were we hacked? There is no way someone handed this in as real, actual, research,” Tim shook his head, his voice barely making a dent through the low rumble of angry archeologists who just wanted to go home. “Mutations? This theory is completely ridiculous!” He muttered under his breath.

“Can I help?” 

Tim had been so caught up in his own brain that he hadn’t noticed that Julie had sat down next to him, shifting uncomfortably in her seat, with a dull grimace on her face that she was clearly trying to hide but failing miserably. Tim’s voice got caught in his throat, he didn’t know what to say. Julie sighed, disappointed? This sigh felt a lot more upset than disappointed.

“Can you just tell me what I did?” Julie grumbled, not wanting to draw any attention to herself. She stared at her hands, fiddling with the ring around her thumb, her shoulders hunched forward and the long sleeves of her striped shirt pulled down all the way to her palms. The more he looked at her, the more pale she looked. Her short brown hair was tucked behind her ear, too short to tie up, and her freckles were faded. She looked sickly and hollow. She’d never looked like that since he’d known her. Or maybe he just wasn’t paying attention. “One moment we’re friends, the next you act like I don’t even exist - I’m not a fucking cliché, Tim, I just want to know if I’m wasting my time trying to get to know you.”

He opened his mouth and then shut it again. Tim glanced at the file in his hands and with a pause of thought he slid it across the desk to Julie. He cleared his throat. “Eh, um - this theory states that this -“ he jabbed a finger at the page, ”- unconfirmed phenomenon, caused these -“ he pointed at a list of species, “- dinosaurs to mutate into the various animal forms we have today. But there’s no proof, none at all, that this could ever even have happened and yet, it ended up in the archive.”

Julie leaned forward, studying the source and Tim just watched her, nervously. He didn’t know why he was nervous. He didn’t know a lot of things when it came to Julie Trenton and really, he didn’t know if he ever would. After he freaked out a couple of days ago, he’d been avoiding her. He didn’t know why, she’d done nothing wrong, but it was just the fact that she was there when he found out and yet she knew nothing. Maybe he wanted to keep it that way, maybe he just wanted one person in his life to look at him and see Dr Tim Murphy, pHD, Author, Archeologist and not Tim Murphy - The Kid Who Survived Jurassic Park. 

He stood up abruptly, making Julie’s head snap in his direction and making a few of the stressed out scientists look up and then look back down with a huff. Tim bit his lip. “Come with me,” he said to her. With a confused glance upward, Julie stood up, slowly and followed Tim who was already making his way to the snacks table and stealing a family pack of M&Ms and two cans of Coke. They snuck out - not that anybody would have noticed anyway - and suddenly Julie felt like a kid in Secondary school again, sneaking out of class to bunk in the bathroom while her art class dragged on for another hour and a half.

“Where are we going?” Julie asked, half concerned about the benefits of this little venture. Tim didn’t respond, though, he just continued leading her up the stairs and up the stairs and up the stairs and up the stairs. “Have I told you I’m asthmatic? My lungs can’t take much more of this,” she wheezed.

They got to the roof because of course they did. Julie rolled her eyes as she breathed heavily and tried to get her breath back to normal, her head feeling a little light and a laugh escaping her lips. “I told you, Tim, I’m not a cliché -“

He shrugged. “Maybe I am,” he hummed quietly as he walked over to the garden chairs. He reached under one and pulled out what looked like an old leather briefcase and opened it, taking out two blankets. He looked back at Julie, who’s breath had now steadied a little bit and now just felt cold. “You coming or what?”

Julie nodded, swiftly making her way towards the warmth of the blanket and gratefully took one from the boy’s hand. She wrapped it around herself and sat down, shivering slightly. He was lying down, stargazing - that’s when she realised -

“You can’t see the stars,” her tone was almost sad.

Tim hummed in response. “It’s New York, the light pollution is unlike anything else,” he said quietly, snuggling further into his blanket. Julie made herself comfortable, enjoying the silence for a little bit. Then, “I’m sorry I’ve been such a dick,” Julie turned her head to look at him, he was still staring up at the sky, distant. “When I was younger, my grandpa used to tell me stories, mainly about dinosaurs but about other things, too - but one day, when my sister Lex and I were about to go to bed, my grandpa came into the room to say goodnight and before turning off the light he said ‘I can make it happen just for you’ and left. We didn’t really know what it meant and we didn’t question it, we just went to bed - we were kids.” Julie furrowed her eyebrows, confused but intrigued. She didn’t say anything. “Then a couple years later, Jurassic Park was born. He said ‘I made this for you, just for you’ which, looking back on it, I know isn’t true, he was a money hungry man and he was selfish - but at the time - well, he’d brought dinosaurs to the 20th century just for me!” 

Julie watched him, his chest heaving, his tone changing. It didn’t take a genius to understand this meant a whole lot to him.

“When I was stuck in the horror of the park, almost dying a bunch of times and being chased by dinosaurs, all I could think was this is because of me - because, grandpa brought dinosaurs back for me and now everyone was gonna die because of that.” He swallowed heavily, shifting in the chair, sitting up a little bit. “I couldn’t walk into my room for weeks, just looking at my dinosaur toys made me sick. It made my scars sting, it made my stomach twist. It was terrible. The sole mention of a dinosaur scared the living shit out of me and - at that time - it was even worse because it was on TV all the time.” Tim was chewing on his lip, his hand mindlessly tracing over the ghosts of his scars, over his arms and peaking out of his collar. “Then at the big age of eleven, I decided I wanted to understand them, I decided I was tired of being scared,” he took a breath, a smile making its way onto his lips.

“Wise eleven-year-old,” Julie said shakily, smiling, not in a happy way. It wasn’t exactly sad, it felt more nostalgic or sympathetic. She couldn’t imagine what it must’ve been like and she didn’t really want to but she was glad he was finally opening up to her. Maybe that was dumb or the wrong thing to think about but she let herself think it.

“I picked up every book I could find on dinosaurs, it became an obsession of mine. I went into a museum and I thought, it’s a pile of bones, how bad could that be? and I walked around and read and asked and talked about dinosaurs until they became my life,” Tim sighed. “I felt free, finally in charge of my own life and that’s all still true but -“ he turned to Julie, his face completely serious. “When I saw that news report on TV the other night, that ten-year-old boy who felt sick at the mention of Jurassic Park, that kid who blamed himself for the death of the people working at the park and the chaos it all caused - he tumbled out and I froze. Completely. It felt as if my whole world was turning upside down and I couldn’t escape it. I was drowning,” he put his elbows on his knees and massaged his temples. “When I was avoiding you, it wasn’t because you’d done anything, it was because I didn’t want you to look at me differently.”

“Differently?” Julie’s voice was barely above a whisper.

“Like you actually look up to me,” Tim smiled sadly. “Like I inspire you in some way, like a friend, like -“ he sighed. “I don’t know.” She sat up, their knees almost touching and she reached out a hand, cupping his cheek without thinking about it. He was taken off guard but he didn’t object to the gesture, in fact, he leaned into it, shutting his eyes for a bit, steadying his breath.

Julie felt a rush of feelings, all of which she wasn’t sure of and without realising, their faces had ended up quite close together. There was the awkward part of her that needed to make a joke, to break that tension, to make fun of the situation as to guard her feelings and not get too attached. Tim’s giant, innocent eyes slowly swept her face, from lips to eyes, and with every passing second, her heart beat just a little bit faster. Her hand came down from his cheek and fell on his knee.

She was being watched, she knew that, and for the first time she didn’t mind. She felt his breath on her face as they inched closer and closer, the fog that was her mind clearing for even just this moment, her thoughts being overtaken by the smell of his cologne mixed with burnt toast as he finally made contact and Julie’s eyes fluttered shut.

Tim kissed the corned of Julie’s mouth. Then the other. And then her lips. 

And as they meshed together in a tender mix of butterflies and chapped lips, the night went on and the two felt a lot warmer than they had in a long time.

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Pen to Paper

Chapter Five

Summary: A simple thesis on a simple book she’d read. That’s all she needed to do. She knew it would be at least a little bit arduous but she didn’t think it would cause this much trouble.

Pairing: Tim Murphy x original female character

Words: 3,059

A/N: i got the idea for this in the american natural history museum where i found a note to a Julie T from a Dr. Com on a bench near the t-rex room.

//

Julie was never the ‘blackout drunk’ type. Sure she liked to party now and then, but she never felt she was one to go overboard. However, Saturday night happened in flashes. It all begun at the karaoke bar. Julie remembered her entrance because she spent ten minutes outside the place, practising her introduction. She didn’t want to seem awkward, she wanted to seem casual, smart and funny. She tried to think of all her good traits; a sharp jawline and gleaming blue eyes that didn’t sink too far into her skull, straight teeth, great ass - with a sharp inhale, she suddenly felt a lot more confident. 

She remembered walking up to Steven, who greeted her with a hug she wasn’t expecting and introduced her as ‘JJ’ to the whole group. This was strange because she’d never referred to herself as JJ in the past week, it felt like a very back at home thing, so she politely corrected him and the conversations quickly moved on. The first thirty minutes of the night included Julie being squashed into the corner of the couch whilst having the world’s most uncomfortable conversation with a guy that looked like Clark from the Office and was just as much a douchebag as Clark was and certainly just as memorable, in that, he wasn’t at all.

It had all started with a look up and down, from the top of her head, all the way down to her shoes, as if he had Terminator vision and he was trying to read as much about her as possible in very little time. His eyes stopped at her t-shirt. “How very English of you,” he said. She wasn’t quite sure whether this was a good or bad thing, his tone remained blank and so did his expression as he sipped on what looked like a cosmopolitan. “The Beatles were the only band that could accompany you to this event?”

"Who speaks like that?" was what she thought. What she actually said was, “I didn’t think I was going to be judged on my shirt choice, maybe next time I’ll go for a casual green,” she said, smiling sourly whilst staring at his extremely bright lime button up that should’ve stayed in his closet. He just rolled his eyes.

“You know he died here, right? John Lennon,” he raised his eyebrows.

“Congratulations, you’re a lot more lenient on murder here than we are back in England,” her eye contact didn’t falter. She being challenged and she wasn’t going to lose. “What would you like? An award?”

That’s where the conversation died down. Mr I’m-Ready-To-Catch-You-Out had gotten bored of her quick wit and he’d turned to someone else, leaving Julie on her own, still filling a space that was way too small for her. With a huff and a push at the hipster sitting next to her, she got up and walked towards the bar. “Hey, can I get a vodka martini with two olives? Cheers,” she nodded, looking back at the table full of people she was sure she wouldn’t get along with. “Yeah, just add it to their tab,” she gestured towards them with her thumb.

Leaning back onto the crowed counter, Julie just sipped on her drink, a little tipsy from the two shots she’d had with the group but still not feeling in the party mood. She sighed, starting to give up but in the corner of her eye, she spotted him. Blue jeans and a knitted yellow sweater, it could only be one person; Tim Murphy walked in, looking like he didn’t quite know the meaning of clean shaven and as if he were the advocate of looking scruffy but somehow, he looked more awake and ready to party than Julie had all night.

She wasn’t quite sure how to feel. It was perfectly logical that he was here, these were, after all, his friends but somehow, that didn’t cross Julie’s mind. Okay, maybe it had, just a tiny bit on Friday night, but that moment came and went without a second thought. She hadn’t seen him since their short, but surely not sweet, conversation on Thursday.

Tim Murphy did a sweep of the room, scanning the location as if he was looking for quick escapes just in case. She stared at him, somewhat hoping his eyes would catch hers, just to see what he would do if he saw her. He saw the table his friends were at, there didn’t seem to be any shift in his eyes or composure, he just kept looking around for a few moments and finally it happened. Their eyes locked.

Julie narrowed her eyes, smugly and sipped on her drink as she set one elbow down on the counter and leaned in comfortably. It was almost a challenge, a dare for him to come up to her. She didn’t exactly know what she wanted him to do, she didn’t really expect an explanation for his shortcomings but at least an apology. She would very much enjoy watching the Dr Tim Murphy apologise to her. Her mother always called her a sadist, Julie didn’t see it.

To her surprise, Tim didn’t give it a thought before walking towards her, his back slouched slightly and his walk almost tired but his aura was nothing but soft. As if he was suddenly in the mood to joke around. “Oh yes, you look like the real life of the party,” he approached her, biting the inside of his cheek, the slightest smile grazing his lips. “Tell me, why are you over here, standing alone, when the people who invited you out are all over there having fun?”

Julie straightened up, mimicking his confidence. “So is today one of the days we’re friends or are you going to shut me down first thing I say? I’d just like to be ready so I can pick up the broken pieces of my heart a little quicker this time,” she tilted her head, biting back a smile. After a second, Tim raised his eyebrows and rolled his eyes, sighing, as if he gave up. He sat on the stool next to her.

“Gotta make this a good night. Shots on me?” He watched her, she was a little dumbfounded, not expecting that to work or even do anything but she was glad they were back on a nice rhythm. She just nodded, swinging back the las bit of her martini and taking her place next to Tim Murphy.

There was a lot of drinking in a very short amount of time but as things got fuzzier, the details started to slip away.

She didn’t know exactly how it happened, the lights were melting together in a spectrum of floating lights and deafening singing. She remembered joking about how the two of them would be much better than the guy who had been butchering a song they both loved. Next thing she knew, Tim was grabbing her hand and taking her towards the stage. “Hello!” He’d giggled into the microphone, getting a sparse response from the crowd. “We are Jim and Tulie - no, wait, Tim and Julie and tonight, we will be singing ‘Dancing in the Moonlight’ by…” he turned to her with wide eyes and complete confusion over his face. She just shrugged. “We don’t know. But everyone knows this song. Just sing along with us. Okay. Enjoy.”

She remembered thinking Tim had a somewhat nice voice, it did crack when he tried to go too high or he shouted into the microphone. Both of them were ridiculously bad at singing in time with the music but people seemed to start to get into it. They begun to sing along and during the second chorus, when Tim’s arm was around her shoulders and they were both slouched forward, singing into one microphone and staring into the screen for the lyrics, people actually started dancing and clapping along. The both of them loved the attention.

There was something about letting go. When suddenly people became unapologetically themselves, when they start to accept each other and live without thinking twice about anything other than the here and now. That’s when Julie knew she was living for real, for herself, and not for some fictional, fairytale world she wasn’t even sure she wanted anymore.

The karaoke bar closed at midnight. Julie wasn’t quite sure what had happened between their performance and the moment they stumbled outside, their jackets open in the chilly October air, clouds puffed out of their mouths as they laughed and soon the only thing that could be heard in the backstreets of New York, over the hushed ambulances and car horns, were Tim and Julie, taking it in turns to shush each other.

“Do you ever feel like just because things happened ages ago they aren’t that far away?” Tim asked after a few moments of silence. Julie wasn’t walking in a straight line, her feet were crossing over each other and she was only looking at the floor as she walked, trying very hard not to step on the cracks. Tim, on the other hand, he walked slower, staring up at the sky, no stars to be seen, just a foggy dark sky and lots of buildings.

“Do you mean like the saying ‘it feels just like yesterday’?” Julie said slowly, trying her best to focus on the conversation.

“I guess,” he sighed. “Or like, when you think about it so much and it always plays over in your head even when you don’t want it to.”

Julie thought of a second, stopping in her tracks and bringing her gaze a little bit higher so she was staring ahead. Tim noticed she’d stopped so he turned and just watched her, his hands in his big grey coat. “I dunno, sometimes I think about the time my dog pooped in my bed because I forgot to take him on a walk,” she paused, thinking. “But I don’t think that’s the same thing.”

“No,” he giggled. “But it was good to know.”

They walked and talked; their conversations consisted of made up gibberish, hypothetical scenarios and some truthful outbursts. Julie found herself bumping into Tim’s shoulder to make him stumble over to the side, only for him to look at her from glazed, tired eyes and rush to push her back. Suddenly, nothing about the two of them was sarcastic, everything that tumbled out of their mouths was pure interest asked through croaky chuckles. It was as if they were children again.

“…so, I’m thinking, we get the boat and we just let it float and see where it gets to!” Tim laughed, throwing his hands up as if he’d just told her the most magnificent plan anyone has ever thought of. Julie had a couple of questions, to which Tim had all the answers. “You seem to not be sure of my plan, trust me I’ve been thinking about this for a long time. Why you may ask? Well, you see -"

“I’m broke,” it came out of nowhere. Julie wasn’t sure why she had said it, it was the first time she’d said that out loud, probably the first time she’d properly admitted it to herself not as a passing joke or remark. “I thought my parents were going to help me out, I really did. They still haven’t and I’m starting to get worried. I’m living in a terrible hotel and I haven’t had a proper meal in a week. I’m tired and I haven’t really slept. It’s just been bad. All bad.” 

There was a bit of silence. They’d both stopped walking now, Tim was standing awfully still, not quite sure what to say since he’d never had the issue himself. Julie felt embarrassed, now that it was out in the open, she felt like she shouldn’t have said anything at all. Her face went warm, she was sure her cheeks were flushed as she heaved a sigh and stuffed her hands into her pockets and bit her lip. “Sorry, that was a bit much, what were you saying about the boat?”

Tim just blinked, he begun looking a little amused at her attempt to change the subject. “Text your parents.”

Her eyebrows shot up. “Pardon?”

“You heard me, text your parents.”

She considered it. “Okay.”

Someway, somehow, almost an hour and a half later, they ended up at Tim’s apartment, a cat brushing past her legs almost immediately as they walked through the door. Tim pointed at the three cats, his keys in his mouth as he took off his jacket and shut the door. “That’s Peanut and Butter and Jelly.”

Her mouth fell open with a laugh. “Really?”

He hummed, squatting down to greet his cats, all of which were now around him, meowing, probably ready to be fed. He looked so calm and loving, something she’d never seen before, and for a split second, she saw the hood over his eyes falter. For a split second he didn’t look tired or as if he was somewhere else. “Peanut and Butter came together, one of my neighbours had kittens and didn’t know what to do with them,” he hummed. "Jelly was a rescue, I was afraid she wasn’t gonna take in well with the other two but they love her. She’s become the alpha of this apartment, it’s wonderful,” he laughed. Right as he said that, Jelly meowed at him, loudly and jumped onto the counter. “Yes, yes, hang on.”

Julie watched Tim as he got up to feed the cats, no longer drunk but somewhat quiet, like he was in deep thought or just extremely calm. There was no explaining it, the best she could do was look at his shoulders, there was no tension in the way he stood and the slouch he usually sported was now just a relaxed stance. He moved slowly but with care and his eyes, slightly glazed over from a yawn, blinked slowly in the dim light of the kitchen.

He sat on one of his massive leather couches, picking up a blanket and patting the space next to him. “You can stay here tonight, I doubt you know your way home,” he said quietly. Julie bit her lip. “I mean, if you want, if anything, I can get you a taxi,” he backtracked.

Julie shrugged. “I walked here.”

“You what?” He sat up. “From Brooklyn?”

“Yeah, I walked across the Brooklyn Bridge and just sort of - made my way,” she sat beside him, an awkward space between them. “I actually passed a shop on the way here,” she grabbed her bag, pulling out a book that looked like it hadn’t been opened since the early 1900s. “They just sold cookbooks, vintage cookbooks. This one is called Twenty-four Little French Dinners and How to Cook and Serve Them. Not that I’ll be cooking any French dinners anytime soon, but I just thought it was really cool.”

Tim took the book from her. “We should cook a French dinner,” he blinked.

Her chuckle came to a halt when she turned to him and saw he wasn’t kidding. “I don’t actually know how to cook, I’ve been living off of digestives for the past week and baked beans out of a can for the past three years, I don’t wanna burn down your apartment,” she wouldn’t admit it but something about this idea excited her. She wasn’t used to it.

“Then we should definitely do it,” he seemed determined, something about this amused her. “Come on, don’t you think it could be fun?”

“I think we should make this decision sober,” she laughed. Tim got up and just stared at her. He reached out his hand for her to grab.

“I’m as sober as I’ll ever be, darling,” he winked. This surprised her, the sudden burst of bravery and the impulsiveness of his actions. She liked it, though, she still felt this was a bad idea, she took his hand and they made their way to the kitchen. “Now let’s see, which French dinner is best?”

It was now nearing five in the morning and their food was in the oven, Julie was still in the kitchen, trying to figure out how to make dessert and Tim, covered in flour, walked over to Jelly who was sat in front of the TV, waiting for Tim to turn it on. He smiled, ready to comply. He flipped through the channels, trying to find some documentary or other about animals in the wild when a news story caught his eye.

His heart sunk into his chest, breath getting heavier through his gaping mouth. He could feel his eyes get wider and his spine curl. The news castor’s voice buzzed through his ears as he watched what he thought could never have happened again.

“Simon Masrani, most known as the son of Sanjay Masrani, founder of the Masrani Global Corporation has just announced his plans to fulfil the late John Hammond’s dream to create a ‘functioning dinosaur park’ that will be open to the public. John Hammond is best known for his failed and short-lived creation of ‘Jurassic Park’ in 1993. This park is set to open at the end of the year and Masrani assures the public of its complete safety and assures it will be ‘fun for the whole family’. Masrani worked with fellow high-ranking members of InGen, including Dr Henry Wu to ensure this park’s success -”

“Hey, Tim? How much is 280 degrees in Fahrenheit? I just need to put this thing in the oven and then we’re set,” when he didn’t reply, Julie looked up at him, confused. “Tim?” She looked over at the TV, he was frozen. Julie walked over to him, recalling his memoirs from his book and placed a hand on his shoulder. He jumped up, making Julie stumble back, shocked and she just watched him. “Are you okay?”

“I need you to leave,” he said quietly, avoiding her eyes. She tried to say something but he just held a hand up, shaky. “Please?” His voice cracked. “Just please leave,” he picked up her bag and handed it to her, motioning towards the door.

And with her heart in her throat, she hugged her bag and picked up her coat and walked out into the hallway.

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Chapter Four

Summary: A simple thesis on a simple book she’d read. That’s all she needed to do. She knew it would be at least a little bit arduous but she didn’t think it would cause this much trouble.

Pairing: Tim Murphy x original female character

Words: 1,628

A/N: i got the idea for this in the american natural history museum where i found a note to a Julie T from a Dr. Com on a bench near the t-rex room.

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Julie had written four out of the sixty pages she had to write. She tapped her fingers on the table she was sitting at, the usual one that, for the past week, kept getting hijacked by Tim Murphy, on a mission to push all of Julie’s buttons until she cracked. Truly remarkable how up until now, he hadn’t succeeded.

The bar flashed rhythmically as Julie stared at the document in front of her. Her notes were out, open on the table, most of them anyway, and she just stared. This is ridiculous. Her eyes kept flicking to the clock directly ahead, the one that hung right above the main entrance to the cafeteria.

She was trying to figure out why she was so unfocused all of a sudden, if maybe she had lost inspiration or if maybe there was a Mercury retrograde she didn’t know about, that always seemed to catch her out. A hand squeezed her shoulder, it was a strange gesture, Julie wasn’t expecting it and it sure was unlike Tim to-

“Julie? What’s this?” Dr Connors stepped forward to look at the notes. “Fascinating, there’s a lot of me but not a lot of the other author,” she laughed a breathy laugh. “I sure hope I’m not your only source of intel.”

Completely out of nowhere, Julie felt her mood drop. “Um - hah, no, of course not,” she shook off her need to sigh. “Lunch early today?” She asked as Dr Connors took the other seat in front of her. It didn’t feel quite right, her eyes shifted to the entrance for a quick second.

“Actually, I have a headache so I took a break,” Janet rubbed circles on her temples. “Perks of being in charge of almost everyone,” she hummed. “Say, honey, would it be terrible to ask you to get me a cup of tea?”

Julie thought about her funds, she barely had any money to feed herself, let alone buy tea for other people. What kind of person would she be to refuse the request, though? She couldn’t say no, she would come off as the world’s worst person. If she were back home, she wouldn’t have hesitated but now she wasn’t so sure. “Oh, yes! Sure, I can do that,” she swallowed. “Give me a moment.”

Shutting her laptop and jumping off her stool, Julie made her way to the queue to order the coffee. She fiddled with the zip of her hoodie before bringing her and to her back pocket where she took out her wallet. She had two dollars, she hoped it would cover it. She caught a glimpse of a bright yellow knitted sweater and a smile appeared on her face, but as the owner of the sweater got nearer, her giddy excitement turned to disappointment. Why?

“Next please,” the guy working the booth today gestured forward. She knew him because Tim knew him, she was sure his name was Steven or something but she didn’t risk it. He smiled at her, a nice smile with pearly white teeth and a youthful gleam in his eyes. “After that look you gave my pizza on Monday, I was sure you’d never come back,” he chuckled.

“What, me? Give a look? No, you know I’m the biggest fan of your pizza,” her face twisted a little bit. “No, I’m so sorry, I cannot lie to you, that pizza would definitely not make my top ten,” she laughed as he did. This wasn’t nearly as awkward as she thought it would be.

“What will it be for you today, then?” He asked after a wink, leaning over the counter to look at the menu from her perspective, she giggled, her face flushing a little bit. “An iced tea? Nachos? Chocolate pudding?”

Julie bit the inside of her cheek. “Actually, it’s nothing for me, today,” she watched him as he stood, a little confused. “Dr Connors wants tea,” she shrugged, Steven raised his finger and nodded, as if to say ‘say no more’. Once he handed it to her, she pulled out her wallet, but Steven stopped her.

“It’s on me,” he smiled. Thinking about it, Steven wasn’t the worst person to look at, not at all. He was tall and sharp-looking, a jawline that could cut and eyes that she was sure would be described as ‘dreamy’ if she were reading a book. “Hey, this may seem way forward and you can one hundred percent say no but there’s this new karaoke bar and me and some friends are going to check it out on Saturday night and since you’re new in town -” he paused. “Well I thought maybe you’d like to make some friends.”

Julie smiled. She wasn’t one to accept requests on a whim but today felt different, she could feel the loneliness downing on her and she was beginning to miss her friends, so Steven might’ve been right. This could be good. “You know what? Sure, why not?”

They exchanged contact details and just like that, Julie was back with Janet. “So you’re flirting with Stevie, huh?” Janet’s eyebrow shot up, smugly. Julie’s face went red, eyes wide, but before she could say anything, Janet waved her hands at her with a roll of the eyes. “You don’t have to tell me anything about that, I’m a good observer. Instead, tell me about this thesis.”

Minutes passed, then hours and still no sign of Tim at his desk or at the cafeteria, complete radio-silence. On her way back from delivering some papers to another professor, she stopped at Tim’s desk, slowly bringing her eyes down to the scattered papers and endless notes he had. His laptop was in standby, flashing the words Tim’s Mac-a-saurus to which Julie laughed quietly. He must’ve been here today if his laptop was. Julie didn’t know why she was so interested, maybe it was because she’d grown used to his endless babbling every day, it kept her sane - not that she would ever admit to that fact.

She noticed the line of toys he had on his desk, two velociraptors, seemingly being chased by a t-rex, what looked like a triceratops standing on its hind legs and a velociraptor flipped on its back. A tragedy, she thought. In the trashcan sitting next to his desk, under crumpled paper and coffee cups from various coffee joints, she spotted empty bags of sour candy and she couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Find something interesting?” Julie jumped at the voice, her face instantly flushing when she realised who it belonged to, but she managed to pull herself together just as she turned to her own faded reflection in Dr Tim Murphy’s glasses.

“That’s new,” she pointed out with a cocked eyebrow. “Be honest with me now, are you just wearing those to make people think you’re more intelligent?” Tim sighed and just walked around to his chair and sat, setting various papers down. “Oh no, are you gonna give me detention? I didn’t mean to make fun of you.” Julie giggled, Tim just waited with a calm expression on his face.

“Is it out of your system?”

“Ugh, you’re no fun today, what happened?” She asked, tilting her head with a sigh, something Tim was not a big fan of. He’d received a lot of those in his time and he didn’t like it, it meant people thought there was something wrong with him or that he had to be pitied or looked after - he didn’t want that.

“Nothing, I just have a lot of work to do,” he paused, Julie wasn’t really sure what he wanted her to do. “Do you mind?” He stuck his chin out with and expectant look on his face, one that was clearly telling her to leave, so with a surprising pang in her chest, she sadly - but pridefully - obliged and made her way down the hall.

Dick.

She was a little shocked at his behaviour, they’d known each other for about a week now and she thought she was getting on pretty well with her only friend in town, but apparently not. Maybe it really was good that she was going out this weekend, she suddenly felt good about making plans with Steven. She needed to get out and explore the city, after all, coming here had been her dream since she was a kid.

She sat at her little desk right outside Janet’s office and she just stared into space, her elbows crumpling her notes and Cynthia’s eyes staring right through her soul. Here was another thing - Cynthia? Not the biggest fan of Julie. Earlier in the week, Julie had walked in on her complaining to Janet about how it wasn’t good to keep another Tim around. Everything about that felt wrong to Julie.

Tim was a Sagittarius, headstrong with too many opinions and not enough of a filter. He was loud and a Mr Know-it-All. Julie, though also being a fire sign, was completely different. Her Capricorn moon made her who she was, Cynthia just couldn’t see it. Julie felt that she had been much better conducted than Tim - who did he think he was? He had a mouth on him, if she were back home, someone would have told him to shut up already.

We get it. You’re clever. You’re handsome or whatever. Try being nice for once.

Julie couldn’t wrap her head around what had occurred between them. She didn’t enjoy being disliked, especially when she had no idea why. She also didn’t enjoy fussing over people she barely knew, but she couldn’t help but wonder if her jokes had gone too far - no. Stop it.

She sighed. Saturday couldn’t come soon enough.

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Pen to Paper

Chapter Three

Summary: A simple thesis on a simple book she’d read. That’s all she needed to do. She knew it would be at least a little bit arduous but she didn’t think it would cause this much trouble.

Pairing: Tim Murphy x original female character

Words: 1,914

A/N: i got the idea for this in the american natural history museum where i found a note to a Julie T from a Dr. Com on a bench near the t-rex room.

//

9AM in London, 4AM in New York. Julie wondered if she’d ever get used to this. At least her view was nice, everything else about her room - wasn't. It was a tiny little bedroom with a lumpy bed and a bathroom that barely worked. She was sure she’d seen a couple of roaches move from between furniture but she didn’t ponder too much on that thought, it freaked her out beyond words. This was the price, the universe gave her an awesome opportunity and in return, she had to sleep in an infested room for a couple of months. No biggie.

The past two days at the museum had been unreal, everyone had treated her fine, she didn’t really mind the stares or the confusion in the librarian’s eyes when Julie asked her for a specific book on fossilisation. “Jeez, when was the last time you guys got a new addition to the team?” Julie had asked, to which Tim had only pointed at himself and shrugged, thanking Amanda for whatever she’d just given him.

One thing she’d noticed was that Tim’s blazer pockets were always full. He’d just stick his hand in and out would come a rainbow belt or whatever sour candy he had tucked in there. Julie found that a little bit peculiar, she hadn't commented on it, yet, she didn’t know how to mention it to him without making it sound like she was judging.

4AM.

It was too early, still dark outside. It was day three and she was already low on funds. Her parents told her they would’ve given her money for this trip but they still hadn't, at this point she had to decide between a train ticket or lunch. If she spent more than three dollars on things that weren’t essential, then she wouldn’t have enough money to pay for the hotel room. Tricky.

“Hey, Soph,” Julie gave her best friend a tired smile through the phone. Sophie, seemingly shocked to have received this phone call knotted her eyebrows together. “You going to class?”

She just blinked. “Isn’t it like, really early over there? Why are you awake, JJ?”

Julie giggled. “I asked you a question,” Sophie’s scowl didn’t falter. “I can't sleep, okay! I’m fine, I’m just jet lagged.”

“I thought maybe it was the thought of not being able to see me for months that was keeping you up,” Sophie laughed. The two of them spoke for a little bit until Sophie had to go to one of her morning classes and Julie was left alone once again.

She checked her Google Maps; if she walked, it would take almost three hours to get to the museum and that way she’d have enough money to buy a hot dog from one of the carts that sat within Central Park. She sighed. I better get ready to go, then.

On the other side of the river, over in Tribeca, in an apartment that held too much room for one person and three cats, Tim Murphy was pacing around his wooden floorboards muttering random facts he could remember in hopes to bore himself to sleep. It was raining out, he could see the drops rolling down his window, it was slow but it was heavy. One of his cats, Butter, was trying to catch the drops as they raced down to the apartment below. Meanwhile Peanut napped on Tim’s various open journals and scrap paper and Jelly watched the Discovery Channel on the TV.

The problem about 4AM in New York was the noise. No one should be awake at 4AM and yet, cars were honking and ambulances were off doing what ambulances do best and Tim Murphy paced around, drinking tea and beating the record for most consecutive hours awake. It was truly a remarkable city.

He walked over to his desk and lovingly picked up Peanut, waking him up from his nap. “I know, I know, I’m sorry,” he cooed. “I just need my papers, I’ll put you right here where you’ll be much more comfortable, I promise you,” Tim moved his cat to the couch, where Peanut just shook him off and jumped over onto the coffee table. Tim shook his head. “Ungrateful.”

The notes that lay open in front of him had been revisited hundreds of times over the years, part of them were the primary notes he used for his book and the rest were scribbles he’d made during nights like these where he didn’t sleep a blink. He was proud of himself and his work, he’d come so far in his craft and the fact that he’d actually managed to write a full book was still extremely surprising to him.

Jelly jumped at the TV, trying to catch a mosquito, Tim rolled his eyes.

Out of nowhere, Julie Trenton came to his mind, the new kid at work. She was - something, alright. She was constantly questioning everything Tim said, watching his every move, always. It was distressing sometimes because he knew she’d seen him downing six mugs of coffee in two hours, and he knew she was going to come at him about it. She probably came to mind because she’d mentioned being awake at this time. He wondered if she could get to sleep. The question remained unanswered.

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Morning at the museum was busy and quiet. Julie had noticed historians didn’t talk much, they just gave her awkward looks and then kept typing or scribbling. Maybe they just didn’t like her, that was also an option but she didn’t want to think about that. “Morning, Julie,” Dr. Connors walked in, dumping her bag next to her desk, barely making eye contact. “So much to do this morning, how good are you at running around and delivering things?”

So, Julie spent the whole morning bringing various things to various people, trying to memorise names and faces and make friends. She realised how awkward she truly was; laughing at things that aren’t funny and saying things like ‘coolio’ and ‘okie-dokie’ in a place of work, to grown adults who didn’t know her.

Dr Simon Whelk, room 312, last door on the left. Easy enough.

She knocked, not waiting for Dr. Whelk to say come in and just looked down at the post-it note as she waltzed into the room. “Dr. Whelk? I have your-” she froze, a room of people all turned to look at her, confused. Julie was unsure if Whelk was even in there, she had no idea what he looked like. “I’m guessing I got the wrong room,” she chuckled quietly, her eyes catching Tim’s gaze.

The man stood at the front of the room cleared his throat. “Who are you?”

“Julie Trenton, sir,” she shook out of Tim’s eyes. “I must’ve landed in the wrong room, I am looking for a Dr. Simon Whelk?”

His expression softened. “That’s me,” he reached forward, inviting Julie to hand him the papers. “Thank you, Ms Trenton, you must come again soon.”

Julie’s heart dropped as she walked out of the room, she felt childish and a little appalled, but she also felt that it wasn’t worth fussing over. She brushed it off, it was finally lunch time.

Twelve o’clock in Central Park was way too crowded for Julie’s taste, so she took her tiny hot dog and walked it to the foodcourt at the museum, sitting at a table close to the window, eating slowly, knowing this would be the only food she’d have until tonight - and even then, all she’d have would be a couple of Digestives from the stash she’d brought from home.

Just as she was taking her journal out of her bag to continue her first draft of her theses, none other than Tim Murphy dropped his sandwich and Diet Coke in front of her and sat down. “You sure know how to make an entrance,” he said blankly. She was taken aback.

“I could say the same thing about you,” Julie knitted her eyebrows together, setting her journal back in her bag, slowly. “Have I done something?” Tim angrily bit into his sandwich. “I’m sorry, we must be playing a game of charades I didn’t know about, are you an angry caveman?”

Tim rolled his eyes, putting his sandwich down. “No, I’m cranky,” he pouted.

“I can see that,” Julie sighed. “What is it, d’you forget your sour candy at home?” She said smugly. She couldn’t believe this is how she was talking to the Tim Murphy, last week’s Julie would be completely baffled. Tim didn't say anything. “Seriously, what’s wrong, you’re freaking me out.”

Tim’s eyes wondered to her half-eaten hotdog. “Is that what you’re having for lunch?” He asked. Julie just nodded.

“There can only be cheap dinners in the Trenton household or else there can be no Trenton household,” Julie shrugged. Tim’s eyes widened with worry. “No, it’s fine, I have food back at the hotel,” she didn’t enjoy this much attention, especially if it contained that much worry. She was sure her parents would give her money soon, so there was nothing to worry about. “Anyway, stop trying to change the subject, what’s wrong with you this morning, you seemed perfectly fine when I walked into your year six assembly,” she just watched him for a second.

“Nothing, it’s just Whelk-” he stopped. “Nothing, it’s nothing. Where are you staying?”

“A hotel in Brooklyn Heights,” she scrunched up her nose.

“That’s not so bad - why the face?”

She bit her lip, her breath hitching slightly, trying to word this next sentence as carefully as possible. “It’s just a bit, um, underwhelming,” she couldn’t believe she was having this conversation, after years of being master of dodging questions, she had been beaten. “I’m just paying a lot of money for a not-so-good place,” she sighed.

“Why don’t you try and find someone who needs a roommate?”

“Are you volunteering?” She laughed. Tim froze. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding, God, chill out. I’m okay anyway, it’s only a couple of months and then it’s back to England for JJ.”

The expression on Tim’s face was laughable, Julie didn’t know how to handle all of this attention so she just brushed off all of his worries and changed the subject yet again. As he talked, Julie observed him, he spoke so quickly about so many things, it was hard to keep up.

Up close, Tim had a very angular face, his nose was in a perfectly straight point that had a little shine on the tip and that perfectly led into the rest of his face, his dark circles, scruff and auburn hair. She was watching him so intently that she’d forgotten to listen to what he was saying and in turn, she stopped talking.

“You’re staring,” Tim huffed. “Let me guess, you were some crazed fan of mine and the whole ‘theses’ thing was just a lie to get closer to me,” he clicked his tongue. “Ugh, why does this keep happening, I should’ve known, you’re just like the rest of them.”

Julie’s mouth fell open, a laugh falling out. “Wow, I had no idea I was having lunch with a narcissist, I’m sorry, I guess I’ve gotta leave,” she shook her head. “Please point me in the direction of all those poor girls, I’ll talk them out of whatever they must’ve seen in you.”

“Ouch, Trenton, that stung.”

She just shrugged, finally finishing off her hotdog, still hungry.

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Pen to Paper

Chapter Two

Summary: A simple thesis on a simple book she’d read. That’s all she needed to do. She knew it would be at least a little bit arduous but she didn’t think it would cause this much trouble.

Pairing: Tim Murphy x original female character

Words: 1,589

A/N: i got the idea for this in the american natural history museum where i found a note to a Julie T from a Dr. Com on a bench near the t-rex room.

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Tim Murphy didn’t consider himself a people person. Sure, he was charming and got along with virtually anyone but he found that he rarely met someone who understood him, so his friendships usually felt synthetic. There were few people he felt he could actually trust, so this walk with the unexpected newcomer, Julie Trenton, was a little bit uncomfortable for him but he thought he was playing it off well. “This is the reading room, most meetings happen in here and if you want coffee you gotta sneak it in because Amanda doesn’t like drinks in the library.” Julie only hummed in return. Tim had heard her sigh a couple of times, he thought maybe she was bored or felt as awkward as he did but every time he turned around to look at her, her eyes were wide and gleaming, excited. He found that surprising, he didn’t know why, she was just like every other college student that passed through here, so he shrugged it off.

A couple of minutes had passed since the last words of the conversation had been spoken and Tim thought he should probably say something, maybe ask a question, show some interest in her. He just didn’t know how invested he should get if she was only going to be here for a week and then he’d never see her again. “I read your book, you know,” she beat him to it. He stopped in his tracks, making Julie who was following close behind bump into his back and stumble a bit. Tim straightened his shoulders a little bit and he turned to her. She was around his height so their eye line matched perfectly and her eyes held the slightest bit of confusion in them. She cleared her throat. “I thought it was,” she paused. “Interesting.” Why did she pause? Tim’s heartbeat picked up slightly and as Julie begin walking again he couldn’t help but rush to follow her. “You hesitated,” he was now quickly pacing next to her trying not to look too eager. Her eyebrows twitched as she side-eyed him and kept walking. “I didn’t,” but she did, he wanted to know why. “I just thought it was a bit - short.” He blinked. “Maybe I’m a quality over quantity kind of person,” he was trying not to sound defensive, all of a sudden he wished he knew her, he wished he could understand what her expression meant. Julie didn’t seem phased, she shrugged. “Maybe.” But she didn’t sound convinced. Tim didn’t say anything, too caught up in his own head to form a sentence. “So what do you do on a normal day?” He didn’t answer right away, he was still confused from what just happened but still he powered through. “I study, I write, sometimes I organise stuff, it’s all very thrilling work,” he said, not meaning to sound as blank as he did. “You sure make it sound like it,” she chuckled. “So this expedition? Where are you going?” “All over the place. I think we’re starting somewhere in the Amazon, I don’t know yet, we’re getting briefed in two weeks, maybe?” He thought perhaps it was his turn to ask a question, he didn’t really know what to say, though, and if he asked about his book again she would definitely catch onto his bravado slowly crumbling. “Um, how long have you been in New York?” He waved at a colleague as they passed each other in the hallway, the smile disappearing just as fast as it appeared. “I noticed you’re not, uh, American.” Julie couldn’t help but laugh. “I got here two nights ago, I locked myself in my hotel room for the first day and a half because I was trying to battle jet-lag. It didn’t work.” They turned a corner, now nearing the food court and Tim felt he’d been lazy in his words. “So you’ve been wondering around awake at 4AM trying to figure out if it’s truly light outside or if it’s just the streetlights that are blinding you?” He asked. It felt like such a natural question, it didn’t take Julie long to realise he was speaking from experience. Tim knew that. “I’m a fellow insomniac,” he chuckled, the first real laugh tumbled out of him and he saw Julie’s expression light up, she seemed to finally relax. “I’m glad I found a 4AM buddy.” “Call me anytime,” he winked. It was only after he did that when he considered maybe it was weird or inappropriate, that maybe she wouldn’t get the joke but to his relief she laughed. “Alright, smart guy,” she shook her head playfully. “Maybe I will.” That’s when they landed in the food court. It was full of men in suits, women in tight pencil skirts and a couple of college students typing away on their laptops, a usual Monday afternoon. “So where’s the best place to eat around here?” He looked at her with a sigh. “Honestly?” Julie nodded, amusement in her face. “Anywhere but here. I recommend the Pret-a-Manger down the road, best sandwiches, good prices.” “Yeah, we have those in London,” she looked around, seemingly inspecting everyone so closely, people Tim had never really looked at before, he was sure she would know them all better than him by the end of the day, and what was embarrassing was that he’d been working here for over three years. “So, its really that bad, huh?” “Yep, although breakfast on Thursdays isn’t bad - but you gotta get here before eight or else everything is cold and then it’s not worth it,” Tim scratched the back of his head. “But! We move on. I’m pretty sure Janet is gonna make us eat the soggy pizza, that’s her favourite,” he twisted his nose. “And she puts lettuce on it - some people have no taste.” Tim’s frown prompted Julie to start asking him about what he actually liked and Tim began to babble on about his love for Reece’s Pieces. “They’re just classic, I don’t trust anyone who doesn’t like Reece’s Pieces.” Julie said she’d have to try them sometime.

Just as Tim had said, Dr Connors made them eat at the soggy pizza place. He’d ordered a sandwich, something pre-made that couldn’t be messed up and watched Julie subtly poke at her pizza, trying to figure out if the mozzarella was real or if it was plastic, a question he’d decided was better left unanswered a long time ago. Janet didn’t seem to mind, she just ate her lettuce-covered pizza with a satisfied smile on her face and kept talking. He didn’t understand it.

Janet and Julie had been talking about London for just over ten minutes and the conversation hadn’t shifted to him once which was a little insulting if he said so himself. His mind kept wandering back to the expedition, the thing he’d been striving for since the beginning of his work here. Maybe he’d finally get the chance to make his own discovery, needless to say he was excited. 

“Oh, look at him, lost in his own brain again. You still with us, Tim?” Janet said amicably. Dr Connors knew Tim better than anyone here, she was a close family friend. He knew she was close with his grandfather in her youth but he didn’t remember why, maybe her father was friends with him. He couldn’t remember. What he did know for sure was how grateful he was to her, Janet was like a mentor to Tim, from the moment he entered college to every day since he graduated. He owed her everything. “Timothy Murphy-Hammond, it is rude to ignore people.”

He snapped his gaze back from fuzzy. “Sorry, sorry, what’s up?” He noticed his eyes felt tired, the coffee buzz didn’t seem enough today and the half-worried look on Janet’s face confirmed his suspicions. He hadn’t slept enough and Janet knew that. He was gonna be in deep shit. “It’s not my fault I’ve never been to London!” He tried to distract from all the attention that was suddenly on him.

“You haven’t?” Julie’s eyebrows shot up. “Let me paint you a picture - it’s like New York but everything is lower down and it smells a lot better.”

There was something sarcastic about Tim’s tone. “Sounds like a dream,” he narrowed his eyes. “Sounds like you aren’t enjoying the city.”

“Does it?” She blinked, flicking her fringe out of her eyes. “No, I like the city. It’s just, there’s a lot of up and too many people looking down.”

Tim had never thought of that. Maybe it was because he was one of those people. His nose was always in a book, he bumped into people everywhere he went because he was so distracted. His eyes didn’t leave hers, her gaze didn’t falter.

“O-kay,” Janet broke off their stare-off. “So, Julie, tell me about this theses,” she turned towards her newest protégé with her chin on her fist and an intrigued leer at the pale girl that sat next to her. That’s when Tim spaced out of the conversation, only partly interested but too full of pride to engage. When did this become me? He wondered. It wasn’t a harsh judgement on himself, just an observation. A sudden flash of a memory of his youth, running around with his sister, when he used to read books because he wanted to and being able to just let go. Those were impossible standards, he knew that. Kids have no worries because they’re kids. I haven’t been like that since ‘93.

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Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

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Pen to Paper

Chapter One

Summary: A simple thesis on a simple book she’d read. That’s all she needed to do. She knew it would be at least a little bit arduous but she didn’t think it would cause this much trouble.

Pairing: Tim Murphy x original female character

Words: 1,489

A/N: i got the idea for this in the american natural history museum where i found a note to a Julie T from a Dr. Com on a bench near the t-rex room.

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The coffee was grey, that’s the first thing she noticed. It was grey and cold and for some reason it was bubbling - it was too late to give it back now, of course, so she just smiled at the secretary that had handed it to her and pretended to sip it before just holding it in her hands until she found a bin. 

Julie Trenton had been sitting on this leather couch for about ten minutes, her stomach already full of butterflies as she watched the clock in front of her tick three minutes behind. It wasn't a big room but there sure was an echo because with every tick, she could feel her ear drums buzz and her eyes flick to the hands of the clock. Maybe it was just because she was nervous but everything around her was a little slower today. It could also have been the jet lag.

“Ms Trenton?” A woman, probably in her fifties poked her head out of the office, a big wooden door dividing the two of them, a pearly-white smile inviting her in. Julie stood up, a little too eagerly, almost spilling her coffee and risking a head-rush and flicked her bag over her shoulder. “Take a seat, take a seat,” Dr. Connors was one of the most renowned palaeontologists known, Julie had read almost all of her books in the last two years so this - to even be in her presence was an honour to say the least. 

Julie was slow to reach the seat, there was too much to take in all at once. To begin with was the massive window that sat directly behind Dr. Connor’s desk, it illuminated the whole room, from the farthest corners to the shelves of the bookcases - which were filled from floor to ceiling with every book on dinosaurs and evolution that you could think of. There were shelves with awards, certificates hanging on the walls, the desk was huge and wooden and a mess; pens were scattered all over the place, covered in papers with scrawled notes. This was exactly where Julie wanted to be in life. This was her goal.

“Is that Cynthia’s coffee?” Dr. Connors’ voice snapped Julie out of her trance making her glance down at the grey liquid with a frown. “Yeah, give me that,” she reached forward and took the cup from Julie’s seemingly shaky hands. “It’s never a good idea to drink Cynthia’s coffee,” she laughed, motioning to the leather chairs that sat in front of her desk. “So, remind me what you’re here for today, Ms Trenton.”

Julie obliged, immediately sinking into the seat. “You can call me Julie,” the words fell from her mouth without a second thought. She moved on quickly. “I am basing my thesis on different studies but mainly your works and another author’s and I was looking to perhaps shadow you for a while to get some training or experience and to be able to ask you some questions while I write my paper-”

“Where are you from?” Dr. Connors interrupted. “You have an accent.”

Julie blinked, caught off guard. “I, um, flew in from London two nights ago just for this, ma’am,” she cleared her throat.

“Don’t call me ma’am it makes me feel old,” she folded her hands in front of her on the desk, crumpling some papers as she did so and looked at Julie through narrowed eyes and thick-lensed glasses. “You flew in from London just to shadow little old me?” After a pause Julie nodded slowly, mouth slightly agape.

“I’m sorry, I should’ve practised my opening speech, I tend to babble,” Julie chuckled softly, a little embarrassed. Dr. Connors ignored this comment.

“Why that is so flattering, Julie,” she gave her a knowing look. “How long were you thinking?”

“As long as you will allow me, Dr. Connors,” Julie bit down a giddy smile.

Dr. Connors tutted with a smug grin. “Now, Julie, it seems we're on first name basis, you must call me Janet,” she paused. Julie’s heart hitched, she didn’t think it would be this easy, although, Dr. Connors - Janet - was a Leo, so it could have to do with - not important. “I guess I should give you a tour.”

“That’s it? No CV or proof of ID? I could be scamming you-”

Janet turned with a cocked eyebrow. “Are you?” Julie shook her head silently. “Then we have no problem.”

There was a knock on the door, loud voices behind it. “Yes, I get it, Cynthia - please stop pushing me. Cynthia, I know, I get it - it’s only going to take a second - hey, hey! That’s an expensive shirt you know -”

“Tim, just come in!” Janet huffed, standing from her chair with an annoyed glare on her face. The door creaked open after a deathly silence fell over the room. 

“Hey, Janet,” a little voice crept in. Julie turned around to see who it belonged to and the first thing she set her eyes on was his copper-coloured hair, dishevelled and sticking out over his forehead. Then, his scruff, not really a beard, just a show of lack of sleep and his eyes were sort of hooded by a shadowy tired glaze that glimmered in the late morning light. 

Janet looked over Tim’s shoulder to Cynthia who looked hurt and annoyed. “How many times have I told you, Cynthia? Saying no to Tim is like talking to a brick wall, stop trying.” She rolled her eyes and nodded her head, motioning for Tim to come in. “What is it with you and aggravating that poor woman?” 

Tim shrugged, a small and innocent shrug that you’d expect from a child. “It’s fun.” He looked like he was going to say something but then his eyes fell on her. Compared to Tim, Julie wasn't either big or small, they seemed about the same size, except Julie was a slim figured woman with legs for days - at least that’s what her mum used to say. Her hair was short and straight, a bob that made her look like a flapper and a sense of style that really didn’t make any sense but worked for her.

“Oh, I see your eye’s landed on our new recruit,” Janet chuckled making Julie’s stomach flip. She couldn’t believe she was already a ‘new recruit’, she thought she would have to go back home tomorrow night, sad and a failure, this was a complete shocker. “Tim Murphy, this is Julie Trenton, Julie Trenton this is -”

“Tim Murphy?” Julie’s voice was a hushed whisper. She didn’t understand how she hadn’t clocked before, this was the Tim Murphy, the author Tim Murphy, the survivor of the original Jurassic Park Tim Murphy. She couldn’t believe it. He’d only been a successful archeologist for a couple years but ever since his first book Julie had been extremely interested in his life.

“Yes,” Tim knotted his eyebrows together, shaking it off and shifting his focus from her back to Janet. “Guess what?”

“What is it now?”

“I got it. The expedition.” Tim said, his voice the most excited Julie had ever heard anyone’s voice be. Janet gave no reaction, just a sigh. “Okay, let me say that again because I’m sure you didn’t hear me since I just told you that my biggest dream of all time is coming true and you have said zero words.”

“Tim, who do you think recommended you for the job?”

Doctor Tim Murphy’s entire face lit up, his eyes no longer shadowed but bright and glowing caramel and his shoulders suddenly relaxed. “You didn’t,” his smile was so huge at this point, his slightly crooked teeth were on full show and something about his smile was making her smile. It felt good, she was excited for him. “Oh, Janet this is amazing, this is insane, this is EXCELLENT! Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

“Don’t you even think about hugging me.” Janet raised a finger at him.

He raised his hands up on show. “I would never even dare,” he smiled. 

Janet’s phone begun ringing loudly snapping all of their attentions to her desk. She huffed, clearly annoyed. “Uh, Tim, it’s John, do you mind taking Julie around the building for now? I’ll meet you at lunch in the food court?”

Tim eyed her, Julie felt judged slightly but nothing could bring down Tim’s mood, so he said, “Yes, why not. Julie, is it?” He tilted his head slightly. She nodded. “Let me show you around.”

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