IMMINENT (PG) BY IAMSHADOW
Title: Imminent
Author: iamshadow
Ship: Remus/Tonks
Word Count: 200 + title
Rating: PG
Warnings: AU. Angst. Implied character death. DH spoilers.
Summary: Another grim little Remus centric 'what if' that I thought of a while ago after I wrote Together. This one takes place much later in canon, towards the end of Deathly Hallows.
“Something’s happening,” she murmured; the excitement evident on her face. It wasn’t a childish enthusiasm but a nervous tension, reminiscent of the pressure before a storm. “If there’s another message, I’ll have to go.”
Frustration, resignation and fear for her warred within me for dominance. “I should be with you,” I muttered bitterly.
“Not your fault,” she whispered.
The itch beneath my skin was building in intensity. “You should leave,” I said quietly, as an icy shiver passed over me. “It’s close.”
Her fingers laced with mine, and she kissed me chastely on the lips through the grid of bars.
“Stay safe. Please. No stupid risks,” I implored, detesting the pitiful, needy edge to my voice.
Her face shone with a sudden smile. “Highly trained professional, here,” she teased, her voice bright and slightly false. “I’ll be fine.”
My hand twitched in a spasm. “Go. Now,” I forced out through gritted teeth.
One final, fleeting kiss, one backwards glance, and she left me to the tender mercies of the Change.
When I dragged myself upstairs at dawn, the only sound in the house besides the ticking clock was Andromeda sobbing quietly as my son slept on, nestled in her arms.
Author: iamshadow
Ship: Remus/Tonks
Word Count: 200 + title
Rating: PG
Warnings: AU. Angst. Implied character death. DH spoilers.
Summary: Another grim little Remus centric 'what if' that I thought of a while ago after I wrote Together. This one takes place much later in canon, towards the end of Deathly Hallows.
“Something’s happening,” she murmured; the excitement evident on her face. It wasn’t a childish enthusiasm but a nervous tension, reminiscent of the pressure before a storm. “If there’s another message, I’ll have to go.”
Frustration, resignation and fear for her warred within me for dominance. “I should be with you,” I muttered bitterly.
“Not your fault,” she whispered.
The itch beneath my skin was building in intensity. “You should leave,” I said quietly, as an icy shiver passed over me. “It’s close.”
Her fingers laced with mine, and she kissed me chastely on the lips through the grid of bars.
“Stay safe. Please. No stupid risks,” I implored, detesting the pitiful, needy edge to my voice.
Her face shone with a sudden smile. “Highly trained professional, here,” she teased, her voice bright and slightly false. “I’ll be fine.”
My hand twitched in a spasm. “Go. Now,” I forced out through gritted teeth.
One final, fleeting kiss, one backwards glance, and she left me to the tender mercies of the Change.
When I dragged myself upstairs at dawn, the only sound in the house besides the ticking clock was Andromeda sobbing quietly as my son slept on, nestled in her arms.