TM #298: What's that Smell?
[What’s that smell?]
Set after the not!explosion in NYC. Technically S2.
Her fingers rifle through his hair, sending the barest hint of a tingle to his scalp. He closes his eyes, the snick of the scissors lulling him to sleep. Exhaustion from the last several days is finally catching up to him and getting his hair cut has always been relaxing anyway.
”Come on, Pete. We’ve got to go in.”
“Don’t wanna.”
“It’s going to rain. You don’t want to get drenched. Ma will be upset.”
“How you know?”
“You can smell the rain before it gets here.”
Only he had gotten drenched. Nathan had been wrong about that; Peter had wanted to get wet, consequences be damned. His mother was upset and he’d weathered the storm of her anger. It had been worth it.
It would be worth it
He’d save them all from himself
A shock to his scalp jerks him out of his reverie and into full wakefulness.
“All done.”
It wasn’t until he was in his cell that he realized she smelled like that day; ozone and something slightly singed.
Like a storm to come
Set after the not!explosion in NYC. Technically S2.
Her fingers rifle through his hair, sending the barest hint of a tingle to his scalp. He closes his eyes, the snick of the scissors lulling him to sleep. Exhaustion from the last several days is finally catching up to him and getting his hair cut has always been relaxing anyway.
”Come on, Pete. We’ve got to go in.”
“Don’t wanna.”
“It’s going to rain. You don’t want to get drenched. Ma will be upset.”
“How you know?”
“You can smell the rain before it gets here.”
Only he had gotten drenched. Nathan had been wrong about that; Peter had wanted to get wet, consequences be damned. His mother was upset and he’d weathered the storm of her anger. It had been worth it.
It would be worth it
He’d save them all from himself
A shock to his scalp jerks him out of his reverie and into full wakefulness.
“All done.”
It wasn’t until he was in his cell that he realized she smelled like that day; ozone and something slightly singed.
Like a storm to come