Dresden drabble - part 12
Title: Sorry, don't know yet -suggestions are welcome-.
Fandom: The Dresden Files.
Author: Lara Beckinsale.
Raiting: PG-13
Characters: Harry Dresden, Karrin Murphy. Mention of other characters too.
Timeline: Post-Changes (book 12)
Summary: Can they pick things up where they left them off?
It's a little story that started as drabbles but is now taking a force of its own. Hope I don't bore you to death, 'cause is not an action story, it's about feelings.
Disclaimer: Don't own them, just borrowing them for a while.
Continues from part 11
I went back to my apartment, preparing myself mentally for a really long night of work with Bob, if anyone might know something that could help Murph and her baby, it was him.
When I arrived I went straight to my lab.
"Bob! Wake up! I need your help."
"Harry, what's wrong?"
"Murph." I said and proceded to tell him everything that I've learned in the past hours.
"Yeah, that's how it works with that creatures. It's quite ungrateful with the mothers." After a pause he added. "Are you sure about your interpretation?"
"What?"
"I mean, you said that Kincaid was a Hellhound, that's one of the most feared supernatural beings on the planet."
"Yes, I saw him with my sight."
"Aha! And yet the boy you saw with Karrin was not. Don't you think if he was following into daddy's footsteps you would have seen him the same way?"
"I... I don't know. You think I'm wrong? He's not...?"
"I think you're rushing to conclusions."
"But she was bleeding,.. while he was strong and healthy and..."
"And looked like any other human child. Maybe he is. And they are some of the lucky ones that get to survive."
"You think is something else, then?"
"It's not impossible."
"I can't rule out everything Kincaid told me, and you, by the way, confirmed."
"No, but I don't think you should narrow your view to just that possibility. She's been in enough scrapes with you against the supernatural. She knows too much and I could bet she's made a lot of enemies too."
"You think someone's doing this to her?"
"Would that be so outrageous?"
"No, but it was black magic or something like that I would have noticed. Let's see... she was bleeding, a pool of blood at her feet." Bleeding, bleeding, what was the meaning of that? Bleeding, why do you bleed? Because you're wounded. But what did that mean? Bleeding...
"Bleeding," I said outloud as a horrible thought formed in my head.
"Yes, you said that."
"Bob, the spell. To bring me back."
"What about it?"
"Remember what it had required?" To bring me back from the dead, Molly and I had to perform, with her as medium, a very powerful and complex spell. Because you never get something for nothing, it required the blood of another, willing to die, in exchange for my life. We fixed that by using several people instead of one. All people who cared about me deeply. It was the only way to make it work. The volunteers have been Michael, Thomas, Molly herself and of course, Murph. We made them bleed their energy into the spell and it had worked. But nothing was ever easy or clean apparently. Karrin and I... we had really deep feelings for each other, we'd be more than willing to lay down our lives for one another.
"Oh!" He said, apparently having realised of the same thing I did. "She always cared too much about you."
"Yeah, and this is how I repay her. It's not the baby, I did this!" I wanted to cry and scream.
"She shouldn't have done it in the first place."
"She's Murphy."
At the time we did the spell, she was already pregnant, four months. Pregnant women were always more sensitive about magic. What the spell did was take from all of them, a little of their life force, like a little transfution to myself. But in her vulnerable state, she had never stopped bleeding. She had never healed. And I didn't notice. Maybe because I had been too exhausted that day. Or because the day of my trial I had so much in my mind. And because we didn't see each other since then. Anyway, she was dying little by little, and it was my fault.
"You have to do something now, before she gives birth or it will too late."
Pregnancy is a delicate state and as natural as it was, required a hell of a lot from the woman, speacially in the last stages of it. That's why the synthoms didn't appeared until then, she was exhausting her last strenght probably. Going through childbirth would be...
I didn't get the chance to think further than that because the phone rang and I jumped out of my skin. I rushed to the living room to pick it up. It was Kincaid calling to tell me that Murph was in the hospital, she had gone into labor.
Continues in part 13
Fandom: The Dresden Files.
Author: Lara Beckinsale.
Raiting: PG-13
Characters: Harry Dresden, Karrin Murphy. Mention of other characters too.
Timeline: Post-Changes (book 12)
Summary: Can they pick things up where they left them off?
It's a little story that started as drabbles but is now taking a force of its own. Hope I don't bore you to death, 'cause is not an action story, it's about feelings.
Disclaimer: Don't own them, just borrowing them for a while.
Continues from part 11
I went back to my apartment, preparing myself mentally for a really long night of work with Bob, if anyone might know something that could help Murph and her baby, it was him.
When I arrived I went straight to my lab.
"Bob! Wake up! I need your help."
"Harry, what's wrong?"
"Murph." I said and proceded to tell him everything that I've learned in the past hours.
"Yeah, that's how it works with that creatures. It's quite ungrateful with the mothers." After a pause he added. "Are you sure about your interpretation?"
"What?"
"I mean, you said that Kincaid was a Hellhound, that's one of the most feared supernatural beings on the planet."
"Yes, I saw him with my sight."
"Aha! And yet the boy you saw with Karrin was not. Don't you think if he was following into daddy's footsteps you would have seen him the same way?"
"I... I don't know. You think I'm wrong? He's not...?"
"I think you're rushing to conclusions."
"But she was bleeding,.. while he was strong and healthy and..."
"And looked like any other human child. Maybe he is. And they are some of the lucky ones that get to survive."
"You think is something else, then?"
"It's not impossible."
"I can't rule out everything Kincaid told me, and you, by the way, confirmed."
"No, but I don't think you should narrow your view to just that possibility. She's been in enough scrapes with you against the supernatural. She knows too much and I could bet she's made a lot of enemies too."
"You think someone's doing this to her?"
"Would that be so outrageous?"
"No, but it was black magic or something like that I would have noticed. Let's see... she was bleeding, a pool of blood at her feet." Bleeding, bleeding, what was the meaning of that? Bleeding, why do you bleed? Because you're wounded. But what did that mean? Bleeding...
"Bleeding," I said outloud as a horrible thought formed in my head.
"Yes, you said that."
"Bob, the spell. To bring me back."
"What about it?"
"Remember what it had required?" To bring me back from the dead, Molly and I had to perform, with her as medium, a very powerful and complex spell. Because you never get something for nothing, it required the blood of another, willing to die, in exchange for my life. We fixed that by using several people instead of one. All people who cared about me deeply. It was the only way to make it work. The volunteers have been Michael, Thomas, Molly herself and of course, Murph. We made them bleed their energy into the spell and it had worked. But nothing was ever easy or clean apparently. Karrin and I... we had really deep feelings for each other, we'd be more than willing to lay down our lives for one another.
"Oh!" He said, apparently having realised of the same thing I did. "She always cared too much about you."
"Yeah, and this is how I repay her. It's not the baby, I did this!" I wanted to cry and scream.
"She shouldn't have done it in the first place."
"She's Murphy."
At the time we did the spell, she was already pregnant, four months. Pregnant women were always more sensitive about magic. What the spell did was take from all of them, a little of their life force, like a little transfution to myself. But in her vulnerable state, she had never stopped bleeding. She had never healed. And I didn't notice. Maybe because I had been too exhausted that day. Or because the day of my trial I had so much in my mind. And because we didn't see each other since then. Anyway, she was dying little by little, and it was my fault.
"You have to do something now, before she gives birth or it will too late."
Pregnancy is a delicate state and as natural as it was, required a hell of a lot from the woman, speacially in the last stages of it. That's why the synthoms didn't appeared until then, she was exhausting her last strenght probably. Going through childbirth would be...
I didn't get the chance to think further than that because the phone rang and I jumped out of my skin. I rushed to the living room to pick it up. It was Kincaid calling to tell me that Murph was in the hospital, she had gone into labor.
Continues in part 13