Fic Friday DE

[bjornwilde]

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[bjornwilde]

I'll go with Tybalt, Ben Hargreeves, and Jessica Drew.

[skyhigh_seance]

Tybalt: His hiding place had been discovered
Ben: Praying for daylight
Jessica: A legend about a well in a garden

[ceitfianna]

I'll toss in
Cassian Andor
Quentin
Sameth
Moist von Lipwig
Demeter

[skyhigh_seance]

Cassian: He stopped to catch his breath
Quentin: Keeping her alive in their thoughts
Sameth: The urge to clear the ground
Moist: They had to work together
Demeter: Together for twenty-five years

[bjornwilde]

Cassian: Generations

Quentin: Late night enchantments

Demeter: Great grand kids

[skyhigh_seance]

Whooohooo, let's do this!

[bjornwilde]

Klaus: Seeing a real superhero in action.

Or...a friendly and kind ghost

Getting a Master Class in Heroism

[skyhigh_seance]

There are many things Four never (ever) told his siblings, but two were hard and fast rules:

1) He never told them just how many of the people who died during their 'missions' followed them home.

2) He always knew when someone was injured enough that they were going to die.

It was weird, something just... changed, and he knew, and so far he hadn't ever been wrong - there was just that sinking knowledge dropping his stomach to the floor telling him that he'd be seeing that particular person around for... well. As far as he can tell, forever, which... wow, so we're not thinking about that anymore.

Four knows he should be going to find the others. He's going to miss their Great Moment Of Triumph if he doesn't get a move-on, and that'll just make next week's training even worse.

But there's this kid.

There's this kid that was just in the wrong place in the wrong time, shot before he and his siblings arrived, and just left to die, alone, on the cold marble floor of the museum. Four hasn't seen any sign of the kid's parents, alive or dead, and...

Well.

No one else is here.

He's applied pressure, like Herr Wagner said in one of the (many) survival recordings they've been subjected too over the years, but there's just too much damage for that to be enough. Four only has a year and maybe ten pounds on the kid, so moving him really isn't an option (and Herr Wagner had Things To Say about this, none of them great). He tried calling for help, because mom can fix this, mom can fix anything... but no one came. He keeps hoping Five will pop out of nowhere and then maybe the two of them can help, do something, but...

It doesn't happen.

The kid is scared, no longer really coherent, and oh-so-pale. There's that shift, like a current running over his skin, and Four wants to cry at the unfairness of it all. It's really just a count-down now, waiting until Four is trying to keep blood in a dead body and there's a new ghost yelling at him.

Then there's a heavy tramp of boots, boots running, the reverberations rippling up though the floor, and Four can see Adults coming. Adults with bags and badges and concerned faces, and he yells at the top of his lungs to get their attention, to get them to come here now.

And they do.

He finds himself rapidly shunted out of the way after the most efficient check-over he's ever seen. He can't even see the kid anymore, the press of bodies is too close, but he does feel (like a fist to the gut, something he knows very well) the moment when the shirt goes in reverse. It steals his breath for a moment, when suddenly he knows as fact that the kid won't be hanging around the mansion tonight.

Dad keeps calling him and his siblings heroes.

Maybe dad doesn't know what that word means.

Re: Getting a Master Class in Heroism

[bjornwilde]

Oh shit...right in the feels. This is amazing.

In which Klaus makes a new friend

[skyhigh_seance]

"You shouldn't let him talk to you like that, dear." This decidedly un-asked-for piece of advice makes Klaus sigh, hard, and turn to give his brother a piece of his mind.

"Shut your..." The 'dear' tacked on to the end of the sentence finally registers about the same time that he realizes that the timbre of the voice behind him decidedly wasn't Ben's, which all catches up to him when he spots the rather matronly ghost sitting primly on the couch. She's definitely dead, he can spot the handle of what must be a hefty knife behind her, barely, but...

"Err." What the hell?

"And you should eat more, honestly, you're all bones." Klaus suddenly realizes he is definitely not wearing ANYTHING, and in a rare fit of modesty snatches up the first bit of clothing that comes to hand. Don't ask him why, he's had a standing policy that any ghost that walks in on him deserves exactly whatever view they get, but... shit. Something about that face, the knowing gleam in those dead eyes.

He hasn't blushed in over a decade, but when the new ghost starts cackling in an unnervingly earthy manner, he can feel himself turning red as a tomato.

He is in so much trouble.