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lintz - what i left behind (34/?)

Pairing: Sydney Katz/Maggie Lin Summary: AU. Post S3, when Sydney leaves, she leaves for good. Without realizing it, Maggie feels like something is missing in her life. The story where Sydney leaves breadcrumbs for Maggie to follow but Maggie doesn’t realize it. A/N: more from sydney’s perspectiveeee just a few more chapters left

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While Sydney takes massive pride in being able to remember details about Maggie, Maggie has surprised her yet again.

It's been a week since Maggie’s arrival and Sydney intends to prepare her last couple of full days with Maggie before going back to work.

“Did you want to go out to dinner today or should we stay in?” Sydney asks from the bathroom. She pulls up her hair and reaches for her toothbrush.

Maggie doesn’t answer right away but Sydney can hear her footsteps towards the bathroom. “It’s Friday,” she notes aloud as she makes her way to the toilet.

Sydney shoots her attention straight to the mirror when Maggie drops her pants to start peeing. “You didn't want to wait?” she mumbles before brushing her teeth.

Maggie sighs with relief before remarking, “You’ve seen me naked. I don't know how this could possibly make you uncomfortable.”

“I’m just not used to it,” Sydney spits out. “It’s very…”

Maggie finishes and wipes herself before playfully bumping Sydney’s hips to clean her hands. “It’s very what?” Maggie follows up. She grabs her own toothbrush and starts brushing her teeth beside her.

“Domestic,” Sydney mumbles through her toothbrush.

Maggie smiles over her toothbrush and continues as if it doesn't make a difference.

For Sydney it does. In just a week, they've gotten comfortable with each other and it’s a wonder to Sydney that they aren't sick of each other.

Lost in her thoughts about all the blissful and tumultuous time they've spent together in the last week, she doesn't realize that Maggie is already done brushing her teeth.

“So, I was saying that it’s Friday,” Maggie begins, feeling extremely comfortable standing there as Sydney continues to brush her teeth. Sydney can only make a sound as she waits for Maggie to elaborate. “Shabbat?”

Sydney’s eyes widen and she spits out her toothpaste. “You remembered it was Shabbat?” she asks in shock.

Maggie taps her fingers against the counter and bites her lip nervously. “I don’t see why I wouldn't remember. You leave early on Fridays.”

Sydney gargles water quickly before wiping her mouth. “I do, but I mean you're here…”

“I am here for three weeks. I wouldn't mind if you needed to do something for Shabbat. I mean if you still do. I remember overhearing you talking to your parents at the hospital during your visit. I wasn't sure…”

Sydney remembers distinctly what she says to her parents. And she shouldn't be surprised that Maggie overheard. “I was being childish,” she admits. “I shouldn't have said that to them to be honest, I was just frustrated by how they were acting.”

Maggie nods, understanding exactly what Sydney means and it brings comfort to her. She slips an arm around Sydney's waist to pull her in. “So do you go to a synagogue or do you stay home?”

Sydney stares at Maggie in wonder. “I go to one here. Not as often as I used to when I was in Toronto, but when I feel like I need to, it helps.” She stares as Maggie nods. She isn't sure what Maggie is hoping for her to say. “I don’t need to go. Three weeks is hardly the longest time I've missed Shabbat at a synagogue.”

“Well I don't want you to miss it if it's still something you do,” Maggie reasons. “I wouldn't ask you to stop going like you wouldn't ask me why I don’t go to the temple.”

“Why don’t you go to the temple?” Sydney deflects with ease, seeking a nugget of information Maggie rarely shares.

“My father was a terrible Buddhist and so am I. Religion just wasn't a big part of my life what with my father always away and my mom...” Maggie shrugs at the mention of her mom before forging on. "My step mother never really cared either." Maggie adds quickly with a chirp. It is obviously unimportant to Maggie's life and she's unbothered by it. “Look, I am not going to ask you to stop going to the synagogue, just so you know. I respect that about you, I always have. If you want to keep going I want to support you.”

Sydney lets Maggie’s sweet words settle in. It's such a kind and simple gesture, she wonders why it feels like such a surprise coming from Maggie. It is very like Maggie to be understanding of everyone. She's kind and compassionate beyond what people sometimes deserve.

“Do you maybe want to come with me?” Sydney asks carefully.

Maggie smiles before kissing her forehead. “Of course, I'll come.”

Sydney almost regrets offering Maggie to join her at the synagogue. It had taken her awhile to find a reformed Jewish synagogue that she’s felt comfortable going to on a semi-regular basis. It had eased her mind that in theory, her faith could still accept her for who she was and that she could still worship and find comfort. However, she felt like she was being tested now.

What she had tried to hide from her herself for over a decade was now facing her faith.

She shouldn’t feel regret. Maggie clearly cares about her and adores her. It’s evident in the time and care they’ve both put into this relationship. It’s extremely evident in the way that Maggie is still conscious and respectful of religion in their relationship.

She can’t help but feel a sense of apprehension as they make their way through the synagogue doors.

It’s not that she was ashamed of Maggie. She had spoken very highly to her Rabbi about Maggie and how weary she was about entering a relationship with someone that she had strong feelings for. He had been understanding, listening with open ears and mind, as he helped her navigate her through the tumultuous emotions.

Like what she wished her father would do, Rabbi Hoffman had always told Sydney that the doors were always open to both Sydney and Maggie.

“How ironic,” Maggie teases as she shakes Rabbi Hoffman’s hand.

Sydney shoots Maggie a look that screams don’t be rude.

Rabbi Hoffman doesn’t seem to mind, letting out a light laugh. “You must be referring to Sydney’s former fiance,” he banters easily with Maggie.

Maggie laughs. “Exactly that,” she ribs at Sydney.

Sydney blushes at being the subject of embarrassment. “I didn’t bring you here to make fun of me,” she holds her head up high. “I won’t take it from either of you.”

Rabbi Hoffman doesn’t seem to mind Sydney as he nods in agreement. “Of course, Sydney, we won’t spend the whole evening embarrassing you. It’s just very nice to see you after you missed last week’s prayers.”

“Oh, that was my fault,” Maggie apologizes quickly without any fear of repercussions.

“It isn’t anyone’s fault,” Sydney defends. “Maggie flew in from Toronto last Friday and I was afraid she’d be exhausted from her trip.”

Maggie raises her eyebrows at Sydney, knowing full well that neither of them were exhausted. Sydney does her best to avoid Maggie’s pointed stares.

Unfortunately, Rabbi Hoffman notices and instead of letting it drop, he nods as if he understands. “We are not as strict as you think we might be.” However, his words clearly betray an ignorance he tries to play. “And one of the many activities we encourage during Shabbat is-ahem-marital relations.”

“Rabbi Hoffman!” Sydney turns bright red with embarrassment. She stands there helpless as Maggie tries to contain her laughter and Rabbi Hoffman walks off to prepare for prayer.

#lintz #saving hope #maggie x sydney #conversations about religion #which are important to a relationship #in my opinion

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