Post by Moony on Mar 17, 2011 1:36:38 GMT 10
Title: Trust
Rating: G
Word Count: 191
Pairing: Clary/Mattes
Round/Fight: 1/D
Summary: It wasn't until she saw him fight she would admit to trusting him.
The third in a series on the couples firsts.
The first time she trusted Matthias Tunstall was a long time coming. It was a month after their partnership, and there had been few real problems. A few cut purses who tried some fancy knife work, one shop thief and an irate city woman who swore the child next door had stolen her broach (it was under the woman’s pillow). She hadn’t seen him fight and could only assume that having that much body to move would hinder him.
So when they found a theft that turned quickly into a brawl, she was more than a little worried. The too-warm feeling of fear settled over her, than the chill calm of a real fight. The first thug, easily twice her width and at least one and a half Claras tall, came at her with a particularly angry looking knife and cut for her left shoulder. She caught the blade on her baton, tearing it from his grasp when it lodged in the wood.
She was just about to perform a perfect nap-tap when she was pushed violently to the side by her partner landing her in a pile of street muck. About to yell at him, she noticed the blood on the blade that was about to shove through her chest. It had grazed his arm as he slammed one huge fist into the tall man and his baton into the chin of the other. His first victim was already unconscious in a heap against the wall.
“You all right, darlin’?” He asked, concern in his eyes as he leaned down to help her up.
“Just fine.” She gruffly replied. She grabbed her whistle and called for the cage dogs. “This time, though, I’m up for that drink.”
She couldn’t deny she could get used to that smile.
QC by: greenie
Rating: G
Word Count: 191
Pairing: Clary/Mattes
Round/Fight: 1/D
Summary: It wasn't until she saw him fight she would admit to trusting him.
The third in a series on the couples firsts.
The first time she trusted Matthias Tunstall was a long time coming. It was a month after their partnership, and there had been few real problems. A few cut purses who tried some fancy knife work, one shop thief and an irate city woman who swore the child next door had stolen her broach (it was under the woman’s pillow). She hadn’t seen him fight and could only assume that having that much body to move would hinder him.
So when they found a theft that turned quickly into a brawl, she was more than a little worried. The too-warm feeling of fear settled over her, than the chill calm of a real fight. The first thug, easily twice her width and at least one and a half Claras tall, came at her with a particularly angry looking knife and cut for her left shoulder. She caught the blade on her baton, tearing it from his grasp when it lodged in the wood.
She was just about to perform a perfect nap-tap when she was pushed violently to the side by her partner landing her in a pile of street muck. About to yell at him, she noticed the blood on the blade that was about to shove through her chest. It had grazed his arm as he slammed one huge fist into the tall man and his baton into the chin of the other. His first victim was already unconscious in a heap against the wall.
“You all right, darlin’?” He asked, concern in his eyes as he leaned down to help her up.
“Just fine.” She gruffly replied. She grabbed her whistle and called for the cage dogs. “This time, though, I’m up for that drink.”
She couldn’t deny she could get used to that smile.
QC by: greenie
This is lovely. 
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!