Fanfiction: Horatio Hornblower (G)
Title: L is for Leave
Pairing/Characters: William Bush, Major Côtard, Horatio Hornblower, Archie Kennedy; Bush/Côtard
Rating: G
Fandom: Horatio Hornblower
Word Count: 314
Spoilers: For Mutiny, Retribution, and Loyalty.
Summary: William stood with Horatio and Archie as André took his leave of them.
Notes/Warnings: Written as a sequel to C is for Côtard, Y is for Yearning, E is for Eager, and A is for After. No beta.
L is for Leave
William stood with Horatio and Archie as André took his leave of them. "Thank you for all that you did, Capitane."
"It was the right thing to do, Major," Horatio replied, shaking the Frenchman's hand without hesitation, as if he trusted him.
Côtard nodded, barely wincing as the wound in his arm protested. "Admiral Pellew is right to trust you."
"He generally is right," Archie commented with a cheeky grin as he offered his hand to the taller man. "Except, of course, when he's wrong."
The others chuckled as André shook the second lieutenant's hand. "I will miss your sense of 'umour, Mister Kennedy."
"You flatter me," Kennedy retorted with an easy grin, though William thought he saw a flash of surprise in his eyes.
Finally, Côtard turned to Bush and the first lieutenant forgot about the other two for the moment, aware only of the hazel eyes that gazed into his. "I am sorry we were not able to do more for you, Major Côtard."
"You did enough, Mister Boosh." André replied, offering his hand.
William gave it a wary look, remembering what had happened more than once during the voyage back to England. Glancing at his captain and fellow lieutenant, Bush took the proffered hand, shaking it firmly. A sudden tug on his hand pulled him off balance and sent him stumbling into Côtard's arms. As he tried to balance himself without putting pressure on the Frenchman's injury, he whispered in William's ear, "Meet me at the Ferrault Inn when you are given your leave."
With help from the other man, Bush regained his balance. Meeting those hazel eyes once again, he nodded slightly. Returning the nod, André turned and left the cabin, leaving William to deal with the curiosity from his shipmates. Surprisingly, though, neither Archie nor Horatio asked him about what had just passed, for which William was extremely grateful.
End
Pairing/Characters: William Bush, Major Côtard, Horatio Hornblower, Archie Kennedy; Bush/Côtard
Rating: G
Fandom: Horatio Hornblower
Word Count: 314
Spoilers: For Mutiny, Retribution, and Loyalty.
Summary: William stood with Horatio and Archie as André took his leave of them.
Notes/Warnings: Written as a sequel to C is for Côtard, Y is for Yearning, E is for Eager, and A is for After. No beta.
L is for Leave
William stood with Horatio and Archie as André took his leave of them. "Thank you for all that you did, Capitane."
"It was the right thing to do, Major," Horatio replied, shaking the Frenchman's hand without hesitation, as if he trusted him.
Côtard nodded, barely wincing as the wound in his arm protested. "Admiral Pellew is right to trust you."
"He generally is right," Archie commented with a cheeky grin as he offered his hand to the taller man. "Except, of course, when he's wrong."
The others chuckled as André shook the second lieutenant's hand. "I will miss your sense of 'umour, Mister Kennedy."
"You flatter me," Kennedy retorted with an easy grin, though William thought he saw a flash of surprise in his eyes.
Finally, Côtard turned to Bush and the first lieutenant forgot about the other two for the moment, aware only of the hazel eyes that gazed into his. "I am sorry we were not able to do more for you, Major Côtard."
"You did enough, Mister Boosh." André replied, offering his hand.
William gave it a wary look, remembering what had happened more than once during the voyage back to England. Glancing at his captain and fellow lieutenant, Bush took the proffered hand, shaking it firmly. A sudden tug on his hand pulled him off balance and sent him stumbling into Côtard's arms. As he tried to balance himself without putting pressure on the Frenchman's injury, he whispered in William's ear, "Meet me at the Ferrault Inn when you are given your leave."
With help from the other man, Bush regained his balance. Meeting those hazel eyes once again, he nodded slightly. Returning the nod, André turned and left the cabin, leaving William to deal with the curiosity from his shipmates. Surprisingly, though, neither Archie nor Horatio asked him about what had just passed, for which William was extremely grateful.
End