ficbits of randomosity
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maderrThese have been in my head. Need/want to get back to Cursed Knight, but need to flex the writing muscles first. Both of these are Locke/Key verse, one Midsummer, one featuring Billy ^_^
Typed directly into semagic. I have a bad habit of that. Dunno why. Hmm.
Neither drabble is terribly exciting, mind, and they're written under serious distraction. Still, hope they amuse or something? ^__^
A/N: This takes place about a year or so after Midsummer, and technically after the story about Toni and Connor.
Peter blinked, blinked again, then woke up just enough to realize that it was still dark.
Beside him, the wonderful warmth of Lowell vanished, as his ever-alert lover threw back the blankets and quickly dressed. "Patients," Low said in his quiet, somber voice, still laced with the shyness Peter didn't think he'd ever entirel lose. It vanished only when Low's instincts took completely over. Such a delicious contrast.
Climbing out of bed, Peter didn't bother to hunt down the clothes hastily disgarded only -- he glanced at the clock -- three hours ago. Now he could hear the chimes from the clinic which had woken them. Pulling on jeans and t-shirt, he caught his lab coat as Low tossed it to him. "You can stay in bed, Low."
Low chuffed at him, an affectionate reprimand that he would dare suggest such a thing. Smiling, Peter followed him out of the room and down the stairs, taking over the lead as they reached the clinic.
He knew immediately what was wrong with the heavily pregnant woman, despite the long cardigan she wore. She and her husband -- from the worry and fear radiating from the man, he was likely a husband or may as well be -- stood before the main desk. His arm was slung across her shoulders, quiet words of comfort breaking the silence, as the woman stroked her stomach.
"You've been bitten by a werewolf," Peter said quietly.
The woman's eyes widened, and tears abruptly started spilling down her cheeks. "You--so you can help?"
Peter smiled gently and took her hand. "I cannot cure you of the bite--"
"My child," the woman said. "I only want to know my child will be okay. Connor said it would be, but..."
"Come this way, let me see the bite. Is it healing well?"
The woman nodded, clinging to her husband's hand as they followed Peter down the hallway to one of the rooms. Lowell followed them, and the sharp look in his eyes said he was pure alpha. Peter let his gaze linger a moment, meeting those sharp, pretty eyes, then focused. Helping the woman sit down, he then began to gather the items he needed to rebandage her wound, checking it thoroughly, offering another smile. "My name is Peter, I take it Connor sent you to me?"
"Yes," the woman said. "I...I was taking a walk a few days ago, and this wolf attacked me." She shuddered, started crying. "Not bad, but I made my way back home to drive to the hospital. Connor found me, said no no normal doctor could help me. I thought he was crazy at first, but he and Toni have always been good to us. After a couple of days, and speaking with my husband, we finally talked to Connor and Toni again. They sent us here. I just don't want my baby to die!" She started crying again, but softly, holding tightly to her husband's hand. "If I turn into a wolf, will the baby...?"
Peter patted her other hand. "You and the baby will both be fine."
"Truly?"
"Mothers do not change," Lowell said, a low growl to his voice that belied the alpha in him. "Until the pup is born, you will not change."
The woman and her husband both jumped. The woman's eyes widened. "Who are you?"
Low smiled briefly, a boyishness to it at complete odds with the sense of alpha radiating from him. Something Low would never understand, the sense of presence he possesssed, that drew people to his strength and drove away threats. Before him now, the woman calmed as easy as that, the new wolf in her reacting to Low. "My name is Low. I'm a wolf, though you probably knew that." He moved closer, fingers lightly touching her stomach. "He will be a wolf, and a strong one, because his mother is strong."
"Oh," the woman said softly. "Oh! My name is Lisa. This is Henry, my husband."
"I am glad you changed well," Low said.
Lisa nodded. "I'm still terrified...but less so now..." She looked thoughtfully at Low. "I do not know why, but you make me feel better."
Low flushed a bit, the shyness overriding the alpha a bit as the compliment disconcerted.
Peter chuckled and settled his arm briefly around Low's waist, warmed in a way that was all his own by the scent and feel of his alpha mate. He lingered a moment more, then finished up rebandaging. "You should think about settling close until the baby is born, so that we can keep an eye on both of you until then."
"We were thinking about it, if seeing you worked out," Lisa said quietly. "I'm still disconcerted to learn all this," she waved a hand in the air, "is real."
"You're not the only one," Henry muttered, kissing his wife's brow, looking much like the gesture was more to comfort himself. "Will they be okay? As wolves? I still cannot fathom."
"They're strong," Low growled. "No harm will come. I will guard them, and no one else will touch them again so long as they stay in my territory and obey me."
"Obey you?" Henry demanded.
"Yes," Lisa said, stilling her husband with a hand on his arm. "I will listen to you." Her eyes were blue, sharp and clear as she met Low's gaze unflinching. "You're different from Connor and Toni. They listen to you, I know it. They mentioned the doctor lived with a 'boss wolf'. Is that you?"
Low nodded. "I am alpha of the Midsummer pack. You may join. We will protect you."
"We will start working on the move then."
"What became of the wolf who bit you?"
"Connor said they would look into it, and contact you. They said they dare not risk it until the moon was past?"
Lowell nodded, subsiding with a growl, brushing against Peter briefly before moving toward the door, likely to call Connor.
"Wait," Henry said. "I--can you--would you make me a wolf too?"
Lowell turned sharply back around, eyes intent as he stalked -- there was no other word for it -- toward Henry.
Henry did not back away, though he obviously wanted badly to do exactly that.
"Why?" Lowell asked.
"That's my wife and child. They're mine to protect," Henry said. "If they're going to be werewolves, I should be one too. I can't protect them, or even get what they're gonig through, if I'm just sitting on the sidelines."
Lowell was silent for several minutes, staring at Henry, examining him thoroughly. "Come with me," he said at last. "We will talk. Peter..."
"I'll stay here and talk to Lisa. I doubt Connor said much, he probably thought it best to leave the bulk of it to us."
Crossing the small room, Low reached up and brushed a soft kiss across his mouth. Peter smiled and stroked his cheek, whispering a fond farewell before he turned all his attention back to Lisa, guiding her to the kitchen as he began to explain all she would need to know.
"Shut the fuck up," Billie retorted.
Locke grinned. "You know it's true."
"I know I'm going to bust that smart ass jaw of yours if you do not shut up. Don't even think you can take me. Your boyfriend won't help either, so shut the fuck up."
Grimacing, Locke shut up. Next to him, Key snickered.
"You could stick up for me, you know," Locke said sourly, kicking him lightly. They sat against the hood of their car, Billie against his own, Helsing panting lazily at his feet.
It was late morning, and they'd just checked out of their hotel room.
Locke yawned, resting his head on Key's shoulder, settling an arm around his waist. "So who's bringing our bullets and when is he getting here again?"
Key rolled his eyes, shaking his head not quite enough to dislodge Locke's head.
Billie shook his head. "Cat's bringing them, or so mama said. He should be here soon. Fucking hell, how did we both run completely out? Belle is going to kill me, if mama doesn't beat her to it."
"Not our damn fault the fucker hid away fifty of the bastards. I can't wait to see what the unaware make of that mess."
"Spring break party gone tragically wrong," Key said. "I finished the necessary computer work for it this mornig while you were trying to keep the entire hotel awake with your damn snoring."
"I do not snore," Locke protested.
Billie snorted, but his retort died as a motorcycle came into a view, a deep green crotch rocket driven by a figure encased in denim and brown leather. At his feet, Helsing leaped to his feet and began to bark excitedly. Crowing in excitment, Billie bolted toward the bike as it halted and the driver climbed off. Removing the helmet, she dropped it to the ground as Billie swept her up. Her hair, short and honey-blonde, was futher mussed as Billie sank a hand into it before kissing her soundly, his free arm wrapping around her waist.
Key howled a cheer, as Locke rolled his eyes.
"Hey, sexy," Billie said when at last they broke apart. "Didn't expect to see you."
"Hey, yourself," the woman said with a warm smile.
Billie kissed her again. "How are the kids?"
"They're fine. Your eldest was trying to figure out how to sneak into my bags, I think. Luckily your mama tempted him away."
"Hey, Belle!" Locke said, coming up to give his sister in law a hug. "You're not trying to kill us?"
Belle kissed his cheek. "Your mama said under the circumstances, she'd have to let it slide. I brought the ammo. Your guns need work?"
"Can't hurt, if you're inclined," Locke said. "Should I go get us a new room?"
"Sure," Billie said. He slung an arm over his wife's shoulders. "Didn't think I'd get to see you for at least three more weeks."
Belle smiled, and tucked her hair behind her ears, slidng her own arm around his waist. "Mama didn't mind watching the kids, and we're caught up on work for now. I think you really will have to take Nash with you next time."
"Right," Billie said, shaking his head ruefully. "Hey, Key, how old were you when you started training?"
"Uh..." Key frowned in thought. "Ten-ish, I guess, but I'm a bit irregular."
Billie nodded. "Yeah, ten's a bit young -- except when you're ten of course."
Key grinned. "Nash is almost fourteen now, isn't he? I'm surprised you didn't bring him with you this season...though in light of recent events..."
Belle shuddered. "That's exactly what I don't want him seeing yet. Fifty broken vamps? I have nightmares just thinking about it. Why can't our children grow up to be librarians?"
"Oh, yeah, this from the woman who makes crossbows for fun," Locke said as he reappeared. "Get thos bullets, Miss I'm Not Fooling Anyone, and we're in room two twenty three."
"Why don't you ever shoot him during these adventures?" Belle demanded.
Billie grinned and kissed his wife's cheek, then took her key's to take care of the bike. "Because then we'd have to pick on someone else, and no one else is half so amusing as Locke."
"Shut the fuck up all of you," Locke said.
Typed directly into semagic. I have a bad habit of that. Dunno why. Hmm.
Neither drabble is terribly exciting, mind, and they're written under serious distraction. Still, hope they amuse or something? ^__^
A/N: This takes place about a year or so after Midsummer, and technically after the story about Toni and Connor.
Peter blinked, blinked again, then woke up just enough to realize that it was still dark.
Beside him, the wonderful warmth of Lowell vanished, as his ever-alert lover threw back the blankets and quickly dressed. "Patients," Low said in his quiet, somber voice, still laced with the shyness Peter didn't think he'd ever entirel lose. It vanished only when Low's instincts took completely over. Such a delicious contrast.
Climbing out of bed, Peter didn't bother to hunt down the clothes hastily disgarded only -- he glanced at the clock -- three hours ago. Now he could hear the chimes from the clinic which had woken them. Pulling on jeans and t-shirt, he caught his lab coat as Low tossed it to him. "You can stay in bed, Low."
Low chuffed at him, an affectionate reprimand that he would dare suggest such a thing. Smiling, Peter followed him out of the room and down the stairs, taking over the lead as they reached the clinic.
He knew immediately what was wrong with the heavily pregnant woman, despite the long cardigan she wore. She and her husband -- from the worry and fear radiating from the man, he was likely a husband or may as well be -- stood before the main desk. His arm was slung across her shoulders, quiet words of comfort breaking the silence, as the woman stroked her stomach.
"You've been bitten by a werewolf," Peter said quietly.
The woman's eyes widened, and tears abruptly started spilling down her cheeks. "You--so you can help?"
Peter smiled gently and took her hand. "I cannot cure you of the bite--"
"My child," the woman said. "I only want to know my child will be okay. Connor said it would be, but..."
"Come this way, let me see the bite. Is it healing well?"
The woman nodded, clinging to her husband's hand as they followed Peter down the hallway to one of the rooms. Lowell followed them, and the sharp look in his eyes said he was pure alpha. Peter let his gaze linger a moment, meeting those sharp, pretty eyes, then focused. Helping the woman sit down, he then began to gather the items he needed to rebandage her wound, checking it thoroughly, offering another smile. "My name is Peter, I take it Connor sent you to me?"
"Yes," the woman said. "I...I was taking a walk a few days ago, and this wolf attacked me." She shuddered, started crying. "Not bad, but I made my way back home to drive to the hospital. Connor found me, said no no normal doctor could help me. I thought he was crazy at first, but he and Toni have always been good to us. After a couple of days, and speaking with my husband, we finally talked to Connor and Toni again. They sent us here. I just don't want my baby to die!" She started crying again, but softly, holding tightly to her husband's hand. "If I turn into a wolf, will the baby...?"
Peter patted her other hand. "You and the baby will both be fine."
"Truly?"
"Mothers do not change," Lowell said, a low growl to his voice that belied the alpha in him. "Until the pup is born, you will not change."
The woman and her husband both jumped. The woman's eyes widened. "Who are you?"
Low smiled briefly, a boyishness to it at complete odds with the sense of alpha radiating from him. Something Low would never understand, the sense of presence he possesssed, that drew people to his strength and drove away threats. Before him now, the woman calmed as easy as that, the new wolf in her reacting to Low. "My name is Low. I'm a wolf, though you probably knew that." He moved closer, fingers lightly touching her stomach. "He will be a wolf, and a strong one, because his mother is strong."
"Oh," the woman said softly. "Oh! My name is Lisa. This is Henry, my husband."
"I am glad you changed well," Low said.
Lisa nodded. "I'm still terrified...but less so now..." She looked thoughtfully at Low. "I do not know why, but you make me feel better."
Low flushed a bit, the shyness overriding the alpha a bit as the compliment disconcerted.
Peter chuckled and settled his arm briefly around Low's waist, warmed in a way that was all his own by the scent and feel of his alpha mate. He lingered a moment more, then finished up rebandaging. "You should think about settling close until the baby is born, so that we can keep an eye on both of you until then."
"We were thinking about it, if seeing you worked out," Lisa said quietly. "I'm still disconcerted to learn all this," she waved a hand in the air, "is real."
"You're not the only one," Henry muttered, kissing his wife's brow, looking much like the gesture was more to comfort himself. "Will they be okay? As wolves? I still cannot fathom."
"They're strong," Low growled. "No harm will come. I will guard them, and no one else will touch them again so long as they stay in my territory and obey me."
"Obey you?" Henry demanded.
"Yes," Lisa said, stilling her husband with a hand on his arm. "I will listen to you." Her eyes were blue, sharp and clear as she met Low's gaze unflinching. "You're different from Connor and Toni. They listen to you, I know it. They mentioned the doctor lived with a 'boss wolf'. Is that you?"
Low nodded. "I am alpha of the Midsummer pack. You may join. We will protect you."
"We will start working on the move then."
"What became of the wolf who bit you?"
"Connor said they would look into it, and contact you. They said they dare not risk it until the moon was past?"
Lowell nodded, subsiding with a growl, brushing against Peter briefly before moving toward the door, likely to call Connor.
"Wait," Henry said. "I--can you--would you make me a wolf too?"
Lowell turned sharply back around, eyes intent as he stalked -- there was no other word for it -- toward Henry.
Henry did not back away, though he obviously wanted badly to do exactly that.
"Why?" Lowell asked.
"That's my wife and child. They're mine to protect," Henry said. "If they're going to be werewolves, I should be one too. I can't protect them, or even get what they're gonig through, if I'm just sitting on the sidelines."
Lowell was silent for several minutes, staring at Henry, examining him thoroughly. "Come with me," he said at last. "We will talk. Peter..."
"I'll stay here and talk to Lisa. I doubt Connor said much, he probably thought it best to leave the bulk of it to us."
Crossing the small room, Low reached up and brushed a soft kiss across his mouth. Peter smiled and stroked his cheek, whispering a fond farewell before he turned all his attention back to Lisa, guiding her to the kitchen as he began to explain all she would need to know.
"Shut the fuck up," Billie retorted.
Locke grinned. "You know it's true."
"I know I'm going to bust that smart ass jaw of yours if you do not shut up. Don't even think you can take me. Your boyfriend won't help either, so shut the fuck up."
Grimacing, Locke shut up. Next to him, Key snickered.
"You could stick up for me, you know," Locke said sourly, kicking him lightly. They sat against the hood of their car, Billie against his own, Helsing panting lazily at his feet.
It was late morning, and they'd just checked out of their hotel room.
Locke yawned, resting his head on Key's shoulder, settling an arm around his waist. "So who's bringing our bullets and when is he getting here again?"
Key rolled his eyes, shaking his head not quite enough to dislodge Locke's head.
Billie shook his head. "Cat's bringing them, or so mama said. He should be here soon. Fucking hell, how did we both run completely out? Belle is going to kill me, if mama doesn't beat her to it."
"Not our damn fault the fucker hid away fifty of the bastards. I can't wait to see what the unaware make of that mess."
"Spring break party gone tragically wrong," Key said. "I finished the necessary computer work for it this mornig while you were trying to keep the entire hotel awake with your damn snoring."
"I do not snore," Locke protested.
Billie snorted, but his retort died as a motorcycle came into a view, a deep green crotch rocket driven by a figure encased in denim and brown leather. At his feet, Helsing leaped to his feet and began to bark excitedly. Crowing in excitment, Billie bolted toward the bike as it halted and the driver climbed off. Removing the helmet, she dropped it to the ground as Billie swept her up. Her hair, short and honey-blonde, was futher mussed as Billie sank a hand into it before kissing her soundly, his free arm wrapping around her waist.
Key howled a cheer, as Locke rolled his eyes.
"Hey, sexy," Billie said when at last they broke apart. "Didn't expect to see you."
"Hey, yourself," the woman said with a warm smile.
Billie kissed her again. "How are the kids?"
"They're fine. Your eldest was trying to figure out how to sneak into my bags, I think. Luckily your mama tempted him away."
"Hey, Belle!" Locke said, coming up to give his sister in law a hug. "You're not trying to kill us?"
Belle kissed his cheek. "Your mama said under the circumstances, she'd have to let it slide. I brought the ammo. Your guns need work?"
"Can't hurt, if you're inclined," Locke said. "Should I go get us a new room?"
"Sure," Billie said. He slung an arm over his wife's shoulders. "Didn't think I'd get to see you for at least three more weeks."
Belle smiled, and tucked her hair behind her ears, slidng her own arm around his waist. "Mama didn't mind watching the kids, and we're caught up on work for now. I think you really will have to take Nash with you next time."
"Right," Billie said, shaking his head ruefully. "Hey, Key, how old were you when you started training?"
"Uh..." Key frowned in thought. "Ten-ish, I guess, but I'm a bit irregular."
Billie nodded. "Yeah, ten's a bit young -- except when you're ten of course."
Key grinned. "Nash is almost fourteen now, isn't he? I'm surprised you didn't bring him with you this season...though in light of recent events..."
Belle shuddered. "That's exactly what I don't want him seeing yet. Fifty broken vamps? I have nightmares just thinking about it. Why can't our children grow up to be librarians?"
"Oh, yeah, this from the woman who makes crossbows for fun," Locke said as he reappeared. "Get thos bullets, Miss I'm Not Fooling Anyone, and we're in room two twenty three."
"Why don't you ever shoot him during these adventures?" Belle demanded.
Billie grinned and kissed his wife's cheek, then took her key's to take care of the bike. "Because then we'd have to pick on someone else, and no one else is half so amusing as Locke."
"Shut the fuck up all of you," Locke said.
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Date: 2008-03-12 01:00 am (UTC)I also really like that you had Henry ask about being a wolf too. That speaks volumes about how much he loves his wife and their new kid. Your het couples are always fantastic.
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Date: 2008-03-12 01:25 am (UTC)Nice drabbles. I really like thos 'verse.
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Date: 2008-03-12 01:39 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-03-12 01:39 am (UTC)-Also, the Husband makes me squee, because for him to want to take that step for his family? BEAUTIFUL. You make me like het again, M.
And LOL-points for Belle, since kick-ass women will always be a guilty pleasure of mine. >:3
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Date: 2008-03-12 03:58 am (UTC)Also, Billie and Belle are the awesome and I love LOVE the talk of how and when to bring the chibis into the family business. XD
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Date: 2008-03-12 04:28 am (UTC)Low with a puppy, this would be cute. Any idea how old a young were is too change?
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Date: 2008-03-12 09:16 am (UTC)2. Megan Vampire hunters = Wins world
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Date: 2008-03-12 12:15 pm (UTC)Locke and Key are too cute, all over again.
Nice work!
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Date: 2008-03-13 12:17 am (UTC)I like that Lowell's collecting a pack, and that he's still got the shy/commanding contrast going on and likely always will. ^___^ And that Peter's so highly regarded in magical medical care.
Heh, Billie's wife matches him! Heh, and poor Locke, bearing the brunt of their teasing. ^__~
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Date: 2008-03-13 02:03 am (UTC)Your icon. I loves and loves and LOVES.
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Date: 2008-03-13 03:07 am (UTC)Always nice to see Locke and Key.^__^ And Billie and Belle! And Nash! Next generation! Can't wait to see who he falls in love with. *grins*
*glomps* Can't wait to read Cursed Knight! Thanks for 'getting these out of your system,' though! It is much appreciated.^_^
Oh, randomosity: while reading Sandstorm, I took a sweeping break and was listening to my cousin's wedding 'soundtrack' and there was some song... I don't remember what it was, but it was all about loving you now and forever and even when you are old and dying I'll be by your side, and I was thinking of Shah and Witcher and was bawling my eyes out. ;_; Wah!! So beautiful. *sigh*
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Date: 2008-03-14 02:19 am (UTC)Lowell is Awesomeness. The contradicting natures that just... fit him so perfectly. The pack. The unborn baby werewolf. Daddy willing to take that step for his family. Peter being short on sleep due to activities that required the hasty discarding of clothing. ^___^
Then there's Locke's family and the fact that the women make bullets and repair guns and are just as badass as the boys (if not more so) is pure love. You really are one of the very few who can write a likable female character who doesn't require stabbing. (Unless of course you design one that way on purpose... ^.~)
<3
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Date: 2008-05-02 12:07 pm (UTC)Can i ask a question is Belle a vampire or human, 'cause when in Preston's tale he said one of his tops was a vampire called Belle. And also Belle asks Key a damphir about when he started training! Am i reading too much into this?
Hope for more, xxx
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Date: 2008-06-17 03:35 pm (UTC)XD
Sounds like the place that is small enough to not be problematic and yet has many... uh... interesting stuff going on. Besides, one could get to enjoy the sights, right? *thinks of Peter and Low*
Ah, I'd really like to read more about both Low and Peter (and that new family... sounds interesting how Low is getting an actual pack of his own) as about Billie. I gotta admit... Locke and Key are not my favorites... I prefer the stories of the other brothers, and even Richard and his housekeeper. I wonder how that happened...
Anyway, as great as ever.
Sweet moons!
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Date: 2009-03-31 04:44 pm (UTC)Mmm, time to go read Midsummer again. ♥