TDIR: Welcome
Fandom: The Dark Is Rising
Pairing: None
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: They were five years older now. For fic_on_demand.
He only had to wait.
They were five years older now, of course. And he hadn't seen them in almost that long -- except for Bran, anyway, and Barney, once. But Will thought he knew them well enough to know that they'd come when they felt the stirring of the memories, the tug of curiosity.
Bran was the first. Barney came just after. And then Jane and Simon, holding hands, as if one had to reassure the other. They stood in a circle -- big enough to leave a conspicuous gap where Merriman should stand.
"Will," Bran said, warm and soft, and in his eyes was everything he was and should be. And Will felt -- just a little -- like he'd come home after five years of exile.
"Bran," he said, his eyes stinging a little.
"Croeso," Bran said, grinning: welcome, as if it was him who'd gone away, and not the parts of them that knew.
"I think he's going to cry," Barney said, with a little grin. "It's okay, Will."
Bran nodded. "We're not going to forget again. Right?"
"Right," Jane said, but her eyes were far away and full of dream, and sadness. Simon nodded, sticking his hands in his pockets.
"Right." He offered a sheepish grin. "If we'd known..."
"It's alright," Will said, stepping forward and hugging each of them, hard, quickly, squeezing and releasing. Bran he held onto a moment longer, and Bran held him tightly in return, his eyes closed.
"So... If we remember, does that mean you need our help again?" Barney asked.
He actually looked pleased at the prospect.
Pairing: None
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: They were five years older now. For fic_on_demand.
He only had to wait.
They were five years older now, of course. And he hadn't seen them in almost that long -- except for Bran, anyway, and Barney, once. But Will thought he knew them well enough to know that they'd come when they felt the stirring of the memories, the tug of curiosity.
Bran was the first. Barney came just after. And then Jane and Simon, holding hands, as if one had to reassure the other. They stood in a circle -- big enough to leave a conspicuous gap where Merriman should stand.
"Will," Bran said, warm and soft, and in his eyes was everything he was and should be. And Will felt -- just a little -- like he'd come home after five years of exile.
"Bran," he said, his eyes stinging a little.
"Croeso," Bran said, grinning: welcome, as if it was him who'd gone away, and not the parts of them that knew.
"I think he's going to cry," Barney said, with a little grin. "It's okay, Will."
Bran nodded. "We're not going to forget again. Right?"
"Right," Jane said, but her eyes were far away and full of dream, and sadness. Simon nodded, sticking his hands in his pockets.
"Right." He offered a sheepish grin. "If we'd known..."
"It's alright," Will said, stepping forward and hugging each of them, hard, quickly, squeezing and releasing. Bran he held onto a moment longer, and Bran held him tightly in return, his eyes closed.
"So... If we remember, does that mean you need our help again?" Barney asked.
He actually looked pleased at the prospect.