Ficlet: Bruised Moon, Boyd/Erica, PG, #083 Future
Author: salmon_pink
Title: Bruised Moon
Rating: PG
Pairing/s: Boyd/Erica
Character/s: Boyd, Erica
Summary: A moment of calm in an ongoing storm.
Warnings: A discussion between characters who have been under prolonged torture
Submission Type: Ficlet
Word Count: 268
Prompt: #083 Future
Author's Notes: Set during the first half Season Three
“We’re going to get out of this,” Boyd murmurs. His voice is scratchy and raw, like broken glass in his throat, and the bones in his fingers feel weak and fragile when he clutches Erica’s hand.
She turns her head towards him, but her eyes are unfocused and dim.
Boyd can feel it, feel the wolf under his skin. Angry and frustrated and feral, dying to get out, to be let free.
He’s not sure he’ll survive it. He’s not sure anyone could survive the kind of rage and power that’s building within him.
But Erica smiles at him, small and weak yet real. “Yeah,” she whispers back, thumb rubbing over his knuckles. “We’ll get out. I’ve still got shit to do.”
It hurts, laughing like that, but it’s worth it. “Like what?” he asks, lips chapped and cracking because he’s so out of practice at grinning.
“Gonna get my driver’s license,” Erica says, looking determined through the exhaustion. Her head rolls back against the wall, like it’s too difficult to hold it up without support. “Gonna kick Derek’s ass, just to prove I can. And you and me, we’re going out.”
Boyd shoulders closer. “Sounds good.”
“You’re buying me pizza,” Erica tells him, eyes closing, voice growing tired. Everything takes so much effort now. “And I mean a whole pizza to myself, don’t expect me to share.”
“A whole pizza, I promise,” he agrees, listening to the sound of her breathing even out into restless sleep.
It’s painful to squeeze her hand tighter, like every part of him is one big bruise, but Boyd does it anyway.
Title: Bruised Moon
Rating: PG
Pairing/s: Boyd/Erica
Character/s: Boyd, Erica
Summary: A moment of calm in an ongoing storm.
Warnings: A discussion between characters who have been under prolonged torture
Submission Type: Ficlet
Word Count: 268
Prompt: #083 Future
Author's Notes: Set during the first half Season Three
“We’re going to get out of this,” Boyd murmurs. His voice is scratchy and raw, like broken glass in his throat, and the bones in his fingers feel weak and fragile when he clutches Erica’s hand.
She turns her head towards him, but her eyes are unfocused and dim.
Boyd can feel it, feel the wolf under his skin. Angry and frustrated and feral, dying to get out, to be let free.
He’s not sure he’ll survive it. He’s not sure anyone could survive the kind of rage and power that’s building within him.
But Erica smiles at him, small and weak yet real. “Yeah,” she whispers back, thumb rubbing over his knuckles. “We’ll get out. I’ve still got shit to do.”
It hurts, laughing like that, but it’s worth it. “Like what?” he asks, lips chapped and cracking because he’s so out of practice at grinning.
“Gonna get my driver’s license,” Erica says, looking determined through the exhaustion. Her head rolls back against the wall, like it’s too difficult to hold it up without support. “Gonna kick Derek’s ass, just to prove I can. And you and me, we’re going out.”
Boyd shoulders closer. “Sounds good.”
“You’re buying me pizza,” Erica tells him, eyes closing, voice growing tired. Everything takes so much effort now. “And I mean a whole pizza to myself, don’t expect me to share.”
“A whole pizza, I promise,” he agrees, listening to the sound of her breathing even out into restless sleep.
It’s painful to squeeze her hand tighter, like every part of him is one big bruise, but Boyd does it anyway.