Post by Seek on Apr 22, 2011 21:02:44 GMT 10
Title: Lie
Rating: G
Word Count: 302
Pairing: Clary/Mattes
Round/Fight: 2/B
Summary: Tomlan doesn’t know. But Clary wants to be able to tell Mattes. P.S. Doing my bit for CM, Ren
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“No,” I snap. Out of the question. Unthinkable.
Make no mistake. I’ve been a loose Dog before, and maybe I’m a little frightened. I won’t say it. Not to the Commander’s face. But I’d be a sarden fool not to admit I’m frightened because it’s so easy to slip back into old habits.
But that’s not the problen. Pretending to be a loose Dog isn’t a problem. Blending back into the ranks for a Rat hunt isn’t a problem.
It’s the lie. He wants me to lie to everyone. Tomlan’s always known there are things about Dog work that I can’t tell him. He doesn’t ask questions I can’t answer; that is my husband. And he is content with that. I ask myself. Can I lie to Tomlan? I can’t lie about what Tomlan doesn’t know.
It doesn’t sit easy with me. But I have to lie to Mattes, and that’s another sarden problem. My partner. Just my partner. No. Out there on the street, where the real Rats and loose Dogs are, sometimes the only person you can trust is yourself. If you’re lucky, your partner.
I have been lucky.
The Commander’s right. There’s no way to tell Mattes. Not when he thinks there’s a whole group of loose senior Dogs – and that frightens him, Goddess bless him. I say no, but in the end, he knows I’ll do it. Even lie to Mattes if I have to. Will it break him to think I’m crooked? I find I want to know the answer, in a little, selfish part of me. I want to know where I stand. Where he stands.
I say, “Fine,” My tone is angry, sharp. The Commander hides his smile. I don’t know what he’s thinking.
I know who I’m angry with, and it’s not the Commander.
QC: by Cassandra
Rating: G
Word Count: 302
Pairing: Clary/Mattes
Round/Fight: 2/B
Summary: Tomlan doesn’t know. But Clary wants to be able to tell Mattes. P.S. Doing my bit for CM, Ren
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“No,” I snap. Out of the question. Unthinkable.
Make no mistake. I’ve been a loose Dog before, and maybe I’m a little frightened. I won’t say it. Not to the Commander’s face. But I’d be a sarden fool not to admit I’m frightened because it’s so easy to slip back into old habits.
But that’s not the problen. Pretending to be a loose Dog isn’t a problem. Blending back into the ranks for a Rat hunt isn’t a problem.
It’s the lie. He wants me to lie to everyone. Tomlan’s always known there are things about Dog work that I can’t tell him. He doesn’t ask questions I can’t answer; that is my husband. And he is content with that. I ask myself. Can I lie to Tomlan? I can’t lie about what Tomlan doesn’t know.
It doesn’t sit easy with me. But I have to lie to Mattes, and that’s another sarden problem. My partner. Just my partner. No. Out there on the street, where the real Rats and loose Dogs are, sometimes the only person you can trust is yourself. If you’re lucky, your partner.
I have been lucky.
The Commander’s right. There’s no way to tell Mattes. Not when he thinks there’s a whole group of loose senior Dogs – and that frightens him, Goddess bless him. I say no, but in the end, he knows I’ll do it. Even lie to Mattes if I have to. Will it break him to think I’m crooked? I find I want to know the answer, in a little, selfish part of me. I want to know where I stand. Where he stands.
I say, “Fine,” My tone is angry, sharp. The Commander hides his smile. I don’t know what he’s thinking.
I know who I’m angry with, and it’s not the Commander.
QC: by Cassandra