Post by Lisa on Nov 23, 2009 8:03:56 GMT 10
Title: Unwanted Disclosure
Prompt #12 – Behind Closed Doors
Rating: PG-13
Summary: a medical check-up forces Neal to ask questions he doesn’t want to know the answer of…
A/N: It's all about the Wyldon Winter!
Kel and Wyldon had barely made it five yards into the fort when Neal approached. “You were supposed to be here three days ago – how long does it take to travel from Northwatch?”
“It was an attack,” Kel said as she dismounted. “We were caught by raiders between Fief Jonajin and New Hope.”
“Have her checked out, Queenscove,” Wyldon instructed. “I think she suffered a concussion.”
Neal saluted, then gracefully gestured to the infirmary. “Lead on, Lady Knight,” he said. “I follow.”
Kel glanced back at Wyldon. He nodded for her to continue, so she shrugged and walked into the chief healer’s office. “I’m feeling fine now,” she insisted, perching on one of the high examination tables. She winced when she did so; sitting down wasn’t exactly comfortable.
“Feeling fine isn’t good enough if you’re going to be riding and fighting,” Neal said. A flicker of magic shone around his fingers and he placed them on either side of her head. “Any headaches?”
“Not in the last two days.”
“Was that when it happened? How did you get injured?”
“No – I was struck with a war hammer and knocked from the saddle. I hit my head when I fell. It was four days ago.”
He whistled. "I don’t think I’ve seen you dumped from a horse since – well, ever. Follow my finger with your eyes,” he said, slowly drawing it from one side of her face to the other. “Have you been dizzy?”
“I was at first – and I wanted to sleep a lot, but Wyldon wouldn’t let me until the worst of the pain was over.”
“Good. It looks like he did a fine job of dressing your wound, too, though I can knit the muscles and flesh better.”
Kel could feel his magic doing its work even as he spoke and was relieved. Neal frowned, though.
“You seem to have a lot of muscular soreness and it’s—” He stopped short, looking at Kel as though she had grown a second head.
She flushed. This was the problem with having a healer who didn’t always understand discretion.
“Keladry of Mindelan has taken a lover?” he asked incredulously. “I thought you never would, especially after things fell flat with Dom. There’s no need for embarrassment,” he added at the sight of her red face. “Plenty of knights do it – why should you be any different?”
He frowned again. “But – you’ve been on the road for a week. You wouldn’t have this soreness still…” he trailed off, realization hitting him. “Kel, you couldn’t.”
“Keep your voice down,” she hissed. For all she knew Wyldon was still in the courtyard outside the infirmary.
“Of all people you chose the Stump?” he whispered, horrified.
“Don’t call him that!”
“I could call him a dancing Carthaki bear and it doesn’t change the fact that you – ”
She clapped one hand over his mouth, glaring at him. “Don’t,” she insisted. “Don’t make a bigger deal of this than it has to be.”
He asked a question, his voice sounding calm, but it was muffled by her fingers. She removed them with a warning that he had to be reasonable.
“Do you regret it?”
“Honestly?”
“Honestly.”
“Not one bit.”
Prompt #12 – Behind Closed Doors
Rating: PG-13
Summary: a medical check-up forces Neal to ask questions he doesn’t want to know the answer of…
A/N: It's all about the Wyldon Winter!
Kel and Wyldon had barely made it five yards into the fort when Neal approached. “You were supposed to be here three days ago – how long does it take to travel from Northwatch?”
“It was an attack,” Kel said as she dismounted. “We were caught by raiders between Fief Jonajin and New Hope.”
“Have her checked out, Queenscove,” Wyldon instructed. “I think she suffered a concussion.”
Neal saluted, then gracefully gestured to the infirmary. “Lead on, Lady Knight,” he said. “I follow.”
Kel glanced back at Wyldon. He nodded for her to continue, so she shrugged and walked into the chief healer’s office. “I’m feeling fine now,” she insisted, perching on one of the high examination tables. She winced when she did so; sitting down wasn’t exactly comfortable.
“Feeling fine isn’t good enough if you’re going to be riding and fighting,” Neal said. A flicker of magic shone around his fingers and he placed them on either side of her head. “Any headaches?”
“Not in the last two days.”
“Was that when it happened? How did you get injured?”
“No – I was struck with a war hammer and knocked from the saddle. I hit my head when I fell. It was four days ago.”
He whistled. "I don’t think I’ve seen you dumped from a horse since – well, ever. Follow my finger with your eyes,” he said, slowly drawing it from one side of her face to the other. “Have you been dizzy?”
“I was at first – and I wanted to sleep a lot, but Wyldon wouldn’t let me until the worst of the pain was over.”
“Good. It looks like he did a fine job of dressing your wound, too, though I can knit the muscles and flesh better.”
Kel could feel his magic doing its work even as he spoke and was relieved. Neal frowned, though.
“You seem to have a lot of muscular soreness and it’s—” He stopped short, looking at Kel as though she had grown a second head.
She flushed. This was the problem with having a healer who didn’t always understand discretion.
“Keladry of Mindelan has taken a lover?” he asked incredulously. “I thought you never would, especially after things fell flat with Dom. There’s no need for embarrassment,” he added at the sight of her red face. “Plenty of knights do it – why should you be any different?”
He frowned again. “But – you’ve been on the road for a week. You wouldn’t have this soreness still…” he trailed off, realization hitting him. “Kel, you couldn’t.”
“Keep your voice down,” she hissed. For all she knew Wyldon was still in the courtyard outside the infirmary.
“Of all people you chose the Stump?” he whispered, horrified.
“Don’t call him that!”
“I could call him a dancing Carthaki bear and it doesn’t change the fact that you – ”
She clapped one hand over his mouth, glaring at him. “Don’t,” she insisted. “Don’t make a bigger deal of this than it has to be.”
He asked a question, his voice sounding calm, but it was muffled by her fingers. She removed them with a warning that he had to be reasonable.
“Do you regret it?”
“Honestly?”
“Honestly.”
“Not one bit.”
And the last line - just perfect! ♥
I loved this little prelude. Light-heartedness at it's best, and topped off with K/W revealed.
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!