Sorry I haven't written anything in forever! Summer is not the time for me. But here's a small something for ya.
He hadn't meant for this to happen. He wasn't meant to start loving her; she just clawed her way in. He had found her during a particular night time rounds. She was sleeping in a cardboard box in the back of a shipping warehouse. That was the reason he was there after all; she was having a nightmare. It wasn't the first one she'd had, but one of the worst. So he'd come to take care of it. At first, he couldn't believe his eyes, she was so small. Her body fit in the box perfectly, though not without some aches come morning. Her black hair was short and choppy, as if she'd cut it herself and she probably had. She was clutching her tail tightly, breathing far to hard to be pleasant dream. Her cheeks were red and damp with tears. A strange impulse overtook him and he soothed her hair. She moved but didn't waken. He sighed and closed his eyes to look into her dream.
It was a dark world, stained with crimson blood. Three others were there and he watched as her sub conscious watched her dream self. It was not what he expected, seeing a dream version of her killing the other three in cold blood. He could feel her coração pounding and it wasn't seeped in darkness like most people's; in fact, it was almost innocently clean. He pulled out of the dream and leaned in close to her. He took a deep breath, absorbing her dream and fear. He removed his hand from her hair and watched as her body soothed into comfort and peaceful dreams. He removed his casaco and placed it over her. Laughter filled him when he noticed that she was indeed too small to fit even in that. He stood and walked to the nearest wall. With one look back at her, he left.
He hadn't meant for this to happen. He wasn't meant to start loving her; she just clawed her way in. He had found her during a particular night time rounds. She was sleeping in a cardboard box in the back of a shipping warehouse. That was the reason he was there after all; she was having a nightmare. It wasn't the first one she'd had, but one of the worst. So he'd come to take care of it. At first, he couldn't believe his eyes, she was so small. Her body fit in the box perfectly, though not without some aches come morning. Her black hair was short and choppy, as if she'd cut it herself and she probably had. She was clutching her tail tightly, breathing far to hard to be pleasant dream. Her cheeks were red and damp with tears. A strange impulse overtook him and he soothed her hair. She moved but didn't waken. He sighed and closed his eyes to look into her dream.
It was a dark world, stained with crimson blood. Three others were there and he watched as her sub conscious watched her dream self. It was not what he expected, seeing a dream version of her killing the other three in cold blood. He could feel her coração pounding and it wasn't seeped in darkness like most people's; in fact, it was almost innocently clean. He pulled out of the dream and leaned in close to her. He took a deep breath, absorbing her dream and fear. He removed his hand from her hair and watched as her body soothed into comfort and peaceful dreams. He removed his casaco and placed it over her. Laughter filled him when he noticed that she was indeed too small to fit even in that. He stood and walked to the nearest wall. With one look back at her, he left.
"So you're just going to let him leave to D.C.?" Lexi stared at her older brother.
"Yup."
"You're stupid! That's crazy you idiot! He'll get himself killed!"
"No he won't."
"Yes he will Jaime! He'll kill the President, be banned from the Military and THEN die!" Lexi folded her arms across her chest.
"He won't kill the President Lexi, stop daydreaming."
"Then you obviously don't know him."
"Actually I do, but you don't. Dad is going to D.C. for a meeting with House of Representatives, and the President to talk about what was stolen from the Navy." Jaime put his hands in his pockets, staring and his little sister.
"And what makes you think he won't go crazy?"
"Nudge will keep him under control. Trust me." Lexi almost dropped the phone that was in her hand.
"Nudge? I thought she retired."
"Nope, and Jack will be with her. Things will be fine." Jaime opened his wings an soared upwards. "You coming início or what?" Lexi sighed and followed him.
"Yeah."
"Yup."
"You're stupid! That's crazy you idiot! He'll get himself killed!"
"No he won't."
"Yes he will Jaime! He'll kill the President, be banned from the Military and THEN die!" Lexi folded her arms across her chest.
"He won't kill the President Lexi, stop daydreaming."
"Then you obviously don't know him."
"Actually I do, but you don't. Dad is going to D.C. for a meeting with House of Representatives, and the President to talk about what was stolen from the Navy." Jaime put his hands in his pockets, staring and his little sister.
"And what makes you think he won't go crazy?"
"Nudge will keep him under control. Trust me." Lexi almost dropped the phone that was in her hand.
"Nudge? I thought she retired."
"Nope, and Jack will be with her. Things will be fine." Jaime opened his wings an soared upwards. "You coming início or what?" Lexi sighed and followed him.
"Yeah."
"I'm trying to find a present for Holly, but have no idea—hey!"
"Uh-oh." Barbara said. "No."
"C'mon, Babs!"
"No."
"Please?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"I'm a fiery red-head, azevinho, holly is a sexy blonde."
Sam smirked. "You find azevinho, holly sexy?" he asked, a hint of amusement in his voice.
Barbara's blue eyes widened. "I mean, you see her as—that is to say that from the male perspective—"
Sam nodded in a "go ahead" gesture, but the Gothamite just glared at him.
"Go to hell, Grant."
"Someone's not happy."
Barbara hid her face behind the magazine.
"Uh-oh." Barbara said. "No."
"C'mon, Babs!"
"No."
"Please?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"I'm a fiery red-head, azevinho, holly is a sexy blonde."
Sam smirked. "You find azevinho, holly sexy?" he asked, a hint of amusement in his voice.
Barbara's blue eyes widened. "I mean, you see her as—that is to say that from the male perspective—"
Sam nodded in a "go ahead" gesture, but the Gothamite just glared at him.
"Go to hell, Grant."
"Someone's not happy."
Barbara hid her face behind the magazine.