crossover ficlet: "Oh the stories I could tell"
ficlet.
Fandoms: MI-5 / The Scorcerer's Apprentice.
Pairing: Zoe Reynolds/Dave Stutler.
inspired by: their pairing.
Title: The stories I could tell.
POV: Zoe.
Summary: The truth has come out, and now belief is the question. Will their relationship survive the honesty?
Disclaimer: I own none of them.
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Location: England, United Kingdom:
"Magic?" I ask. I managed to tell him I work for MI-5 and not a -
And he told me at the same time - we did sort of blurt our employment at once - that he is a wizard?
"You don't believe me," Dave says, standing up, pacing as he does when he works out a problem. "No no, don't object - I know how it sounds."
"I wasn't about to object," I say. Some people - of those who have heard of us - say MI-5 works magic, does the miraculous. It's more feet-on-the-ground, wrestling in the dirt and the mud - most people only see the end result, never thinking of MI-5 if we're lucky.
"I admit, it does sound a bit unbelieveable," Dave said.
"A bit," I grant him.
"But come on, if it weren't for the fact that Tesla was right, and magic exists, and things can come to life; if it weren't for that, isn't what I d kinda like what you do? Just out of curiosity, is MI-5 like the CIA or the FBI?"
I look at him.
"Okay, that probably came out more patronizing than I intended," he says, to himself as much as to me. "I didn't mean to be patronizing at all, so, I am so screwing this up."
"We handle things," I say. "MI-6 handles what we don't." A good answer; Harry would like it.
"Okay," he says, sitting down beside me, taking my hand in his. "Maybe I should start with how I entered this world - I mean the world of magic, not...I mean, I have baby pictures, but that's..." and he gets that look I find so adorable: slight frustration, but more than that.
"I like stories that explain," I say to him. And I do - tales are my stock in trade, what I deal with in my line of work. Explanations are rare and few between, or rather the honest ones are, so I always like hearing them.
I might even reciprocate. With a safe tale. I trust him.
We'll see how his story goes.
"Okay," Dave says. "The first time I saw a dragon was in Balthazar Blake's store..."
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the end
Fandoms: MI-5 / The Scorcerer's Apprentice.
Pairing: Zoe Reynolds/Dave Stutler.
inspired by: their pairing.
Title: The stories I could tell.
POV: Zoe.
Summary: The truth has come out, and now belief is the question. Will their relationship survive the honesty?
Disclaimer: I own none of them.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Location: England, United Kingdom:
"Magic?" I ask. I managed to tell him I work for MI-5 and not a -
And he told me at the same time - we did sort of blurt our employment at once - that he is a wizard?
"You don't believe me," Dave says, standing up, pacing as he does when he works out a problem. "No no, don't object - I know how it sounds."
"I wasn't about to object," I say. Some people - of those who have heard of us - say MI-5 works magic, does the miraculous. It's more feet-on-the-ground, wrestling in the dirt and the mud - most people only see the end result, never thinking of MI-5 if we're lucky.
"I admit, it does sound a bit unbelieveable," Dave said.
"A bit," I grant him.
"But come on, if it weren't for the fact that Tesla was right, and magic exists, and things can come to life; if it weren't for that, isn't what I d kinda like what you do? Just out of curiosity, is MI-5 like the CIA or the FBI?"
I look at him.
"Okay, that probably came out more patronizing than I intended," he says, to himself as much as to me. "I didn't mean to be patronizing at all, so, I am so screwing this up."
"We handle things," I say. "MI-6 handles what we don't." A good answer; Harry would like it.
"Okay," he says, sitting down beside me, taking my hand in his. "Maybe I should start with how I entered this world - I mean the world of magic, not...I mean, I have baby pictures, but that's..." and he gets that look I find so adorable: slight frustration, but more than that.
"I like stories that explain," I say to him. And I do - tales are my stock in trade, what I deal with in my line of work. Explanations are rare and few between, or rather the honest ones are, so I always like hearing them.
I might even reciprocate. With a safe tale. I trust him.
We'll see how his story goes.
"Okay," Dave says. "The first time I saw a dragon was in Balthazar Blake's store..."
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the end