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feather_qwill) wrote2007-04-08 12:30 pm
feather_qwill) wrote2007-04-08 12:30 pm
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Rain [ G - Bob/Harry - fanfic]
Title: Rain
Fandom: Dresden Files (TV)
Pairing: Bob/Harry
Rating: G
Summary: Post WAB, Harry is a little paranoid.
Notes: Spoilers for 1x09 - "What About Bob?"
A sound in the darkness. Harry awoke. Rain, dripping a steady rhythm on the rooftop. Nothing but rain. He sighed, turned over. Pulled the pillow over his head.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
Blood thrummed through veins and arteries, driven by the overfast twitches of a worried heart.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
He threw the covers back. Stumbled towards the staircase. The candles flickered to life as he descended, two steps at a time.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
"Bob?" he called, thumb stroking over the brow ridges. Smoke and fire, and then he wasn't alone.
"It's alright, Harry. I'm still here."
Drip. Drip. Drip.
Captive breath released. Stomach allowed to unclench.
"Ah. Good. I was just-"
"I know, Harry. It's alright, go to sleep now." More fire, more smoke. Alone. He walked to the stairs, then turned. Walked back.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
A moment of hesitation. Movement, back and forth. Footsteps. The creek of wooden stairs.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
Asleep, skull cradled to chest. At peace.
End.
AN: This is mostly inspired by that bit of paranoia we saw in the Murphy!scene at the end of WAB, when Harry goes to the door carrying his hockey stick.
Please review!
Fandom: Dresden Files (TV)
Pairing: Bob/Harry
Rating: G
Summary: Post WAB, Harry is a little paranoid.
Notes: Spoilers for 1x09 - "What About Bob?"
A sound in the darkness. Harry awoke. Rain, dripping a steady rhythm on the rooftop. Nothing but rain. He sighed, turned over. Pulled the pillow over his head.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
Blood thrummed through veins and arteries, driven by the overfast twitches of a worried heart.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
He threw the covers back. Stumbled towards the staircase. The candles flickered to life as he descended, two steps at a time.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
"Bob?" he called, thumb stroking over the brow ridges. Smoke and fire, and then he wasn't alone.
"It's alright, Harry. I'm still here."
Drip. Drip. Drip.
Captive breath released. Stomach allowed to unclench.
"Ah. Good. I was just-"
"I know, Harry. It's alright, go to sleep now." More fire, more smoke. Alone. He walked to the stairs, then turned. Walked back.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
A moment of hesitation. Movement, back and forth. Footsteps. The creek of wooden stairs.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
Asleep, skull cradled to chest. At peace.
End.
AN: This is mostly inspired by that bit of paranoia we saw in the Murphy!scene at the end of WAB, when Harry goes to the door carrying his hockey stick.
Please review!