Non-challenge - Protect
Title: Protect
Characters: John, Owen, Bran, Will
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Summary: Owen worried about what would happen, with Will Stanton back again and bringing trouble with him, as before.
Notes: For a request on fic_on_demand.
"Will Stanton's here again."
John finished what he was doing before he looked up, working patiently and methodically at it. Finally, he looked up and raised an eyebrow at Owen, waiting a moment and then, gently, prompting him. "And?"
"He brings trouble," Bran's father said, softly. There was a cloud of worry over his face and John could think of nothing he could say to dispel it. Instead, he simply nodded.
"That's true."
"I could forbid Bran to see him."
There was another long pause, and then John moved smoothly to his feet, whistling for his dogs. "I don't think that would be wise. You forbid Bran to do many things, and sooner or later he will rebel. Will isn't a bad lad, and Bran's in need of friends his own age. Even if there is danger... Bran can handle it. I worry for him too, but the fact is... he won't always remain a boy. You cannot forever be protecting him."
Owen shook his head and didn't say anything more. For a moment, John rested his hand on his shoulder, and then he removed it, whistling for his dogs again and moving on down the mountain, leaving Owen there to think.
Owen looked down the hillside to where Bran was sat -- distinct because of his paleness, because of the way he was sat, regal, princely. Owen took a deep breath, and then let it out. "I hope John is right," he muttered, and then swung away, not looking anymore. Further down the hillside, Will climbed up to meet Bran, grinning.
Characters: John, Owen, Bran, Will
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Summary: Owen worried about what would happen, with Will Stanton back again and bringing trouble with him, as before.
Notes: For a request on fic_on_demand.
"Will Stanton's here again."
John finished what he was doing before he looked up, working patiently and methodically at it. Finally, he looked up and raised an eyebrow at Owen, waiting a moment and then, gently, prompting him. "And?"
"He brings trouble," Bran's father said, softly. There was a cloud of worry over his face and John could think of nothing he could say to dispel it. Instead, he simply nodded.
"That's true."
"I could forbid Bran to see him."
There was another long pause, and then John moved smoothly to his feet, whistling for his dogs. "I don't think that would be wise. You forbid Bran to do many things, and sooner or later he will rebel. Will isn't a bad lad, and Bran's in need of friends his own age. Even if there is danger... Bran can handle it. I worry for him too, but the fact is... he won't always remain a boy. You cannot forever be protecting him."
Owen shook his head and didn't say anything more. For a moment, John rested his hand on his shoulder, and then he removed it, whistling for his dogs again and moving on down the mountain, leaving Owen there to think.
Owen looked down the hillside to where Bran was sat -- distinct because of his paleness, because of the way he was sat, regal, princely. Owen took a deep breath, and then let it out. "I hope John is right," he muttered, and then swung away, not looking anymore. Further down the hillside, Will climbed up to meet Bran, grinning.