Post by Moony on Mar 18, 2011 14:35:48 GMT 10
Title: Tears
Rating: G
Word Count: 440
Pairing: Clary/Mattes
Round/Fight: 1/D
Summary: Mattes hates to see her cry, but hopes what she says is true all the same.
The Sixth in a series of the couples firsts.
The first time Mattes was told his partner had taken sick leave, he was worried. She never took time off. She had gone to her own sister’s wedding in uniform, only so she could leave the reception early in time for her shift. After watch, he found his way to her little Flash District home. He hesitated, fist raised to knock, worried this was crossing some unknown line. No, he at least needed to know if she was alright.
He rapped twice quickly, rocking back on his heels and waiting. He knocked again, louder this time. No reply. Knock, wait, knock, wait. Until, at last, the door was thrown open in his face.
“What do you cracknobs think you’re doing, knocking on a door this late? Oh, Mattes.” Her voice dropped from a roar to a whisper when she realized it was him. She looked rumpled, still in night clothes and with hair a mess. He could tell she hadn’t been sleeping, though, as her eyes were red and fresh tear tracks ran down her face.
“Clary, what’s wrong? Where’s Tom?” Secretly, he could admit he was a little relived the man was gone. He had always been fearful of how the carpenter would take to a Hillman flirting with his girlfriend.
Fresh tears filled her eyes, “He left. Said tha’ I care more about being a Dog than I do about him. That” her eyes met his for a split second before darting away again “I love my fellow Dogs more than him.”
Speechless, he pulled her into a hug, not really thinking about the action, but knowing that the woman in front of him needed help. She stiffened in his grip, than relaxed, gripping him tight and crying into his uniform.
He led her inside and held her until morning, mumbling Hurdik nursery rhymes into her hair, trying to sound comforting. Shortly after sunrise, when her grip slacked, and he was able to scrounge in the kitchen for a breakfast. She quickly fell asleep over her eggs. Smiling, he picked her up and carried her to her loft bed. He liked this Clary far better, peaceful and innocent looking with her dark curls spread out on the pillow. Any sadness or wrinkle in her brown could be whisked away with a soothing hand or a few whispered words. The Clary he had seen earlier, the tormented, weak Clary, hurt him as surely as any knife.
“That I love my fellow Dogs more than him.” The words seemed to echo in his mind all night. Looking down on her now, he could only hope it wasn’t a general statement.
QC by: greenie
Rating: G
Word Count: 440
Pairing: Clary/Mattes
Round/Fight: 1/D
Summary: Mattes hates to see her cry, but hopes what she says is true all the same.
The Sixth in a series of the couples firsts.
The first time Mattes was told his partner had taken sick leave, he was worried. She never took time off. She had gone to her own sister’s wedding in uniform, only so she could leave the reception early in time for her shift. After watch, he found his way to her little Flash District home. He hesitated, fist raised to knock, worried this was crossing some unknown line. No, he at least needed to know if she was alright.
He rapped twice quickly, rocking back on his heels and waiting. He knocked again, louder this time. No reply. Knock, wait, knock, wait. Until, at last, the door was thrown open in his face.
“What do you cracknobs think you’re doing, knocking on a door this late? Oh, Mattes.” Her voice dropped from a roar to a whisper when she realized it was him. She looked rumpled, still in night clothes and with hair a mess. He could tell she hadn’t been sleeping, though, as her eyes were red and fresh tear tracks ran down her face.
“Clary, what’s wrong? Where’s Tom?” Secretly, he could admit he was a little relived the man was gone. He had always been fearful of how the carpenter would take to a Hillman flirting with his girlfriend.
Fresh tears filled her eyes, “He left. Said tha’ I care more about being a Dog than I do about him. That” her eyes met his for a split second before darting away again “I love my fellow Dogs more than him.”
Speechless, he pulled her into a hug, not really thinking about the action, but knowing that the woman in front of him needed help. She stiffened in his grip, than relaxed, gripping him tight and crying into his uniform.
He led her inside and held her until morning, mumbling Hurdik nursery rhymes into her hair, trying to sound comforting. Shortly after sunrise, when her grip slacked, and he was able to scrounge in the kitchen for a breakfast. She quickly fell asleep over her eggs. Smiling, he picked her up and carried her to her loft bed. He liked this Clary far better, peaceful and innocent looking with her dark curls spread out on the pillow. Any sadness or wrinkle in her brown could be whisked away with a soothing hand or a few whispered words. The Clary he had seen earlier, the tormented, weak Clary, hurt him as surely as any knife.
“That I love my fellow Dogs more than him.” The words seemed to echo in his mind all night. Looking down on her now, he could only hope it wasn’t a general statement.
QC by: greenie
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!