[Original: Drabble] "Should Do" [Zeke Jones, G]
Title: Should Do
Prompt: writerverse challenge #16 july table, prompt #11 ‘just one night’
Word Count: 289
Rating: G
Original/Fandom: original ( Zeke Jones ‘verse)
Summary: Zeke is Howell’s partner, even when she’s injured.
Note(s): originally posted to the writerverse wv_library
Should Do
“What the hell are you doing here, Jones?” my partner growled, when I let myself into his brownstone, with the key he’d given me.
With anyone else, I probably would have been offended by that question, but I knew Howell well enough to hear the worry underneath his growl.
“I know I look like I’m just one big walking bruise,” I said, “but the EMTs at the scene cleared me, remember?”
“You should be resting,” said Howell. Outside, the sky was a riot of gold and pink and purple, as the sun disappeared behind the gleaming skyscrapers. “I’ve done this on my own for longer than you’ve been alive.”
Someday, I would feel comfortable enough to ask Howell how he ended up alone. There were werewolf packs, though none in Philadelphia- they tended to prefer rural area, unlike the snooty, urban vampires- but in all the time I’d known him, Howell had never mentioned being around other werewolves at ‘that time of the month’. And I knew he wasn’t a complete loner, he volunteered with several lycanthropy awareness and advocacy groups. Werewolves were much more likely to hold blue collar jobs and need help or counseling- I was pretty much the only vampire who worked for a living.
“Just because you can do something doesn’t mean you should,” I told him.
One corner of his mouth quirked up. “It’s not much fun to have your own words thrown back at you,” he said.
“Serves you right, sir,” I said. “I can rest just as well in the werewolf bunker as I can in front of my TV.”
“Don’t call it the werewolf bunker, Jones,” said Howell, but he snagged an extra blanket from the couch as we headed downstairs.
THE END
Current Mood:
mellow
Prompt: writerverse challenge #16 july table, prompt #11 ‘just one night’
Word Count: 289
Rating: G
Original/Fandom: original ( Zeke Jones ‘verse)
Summary: Zeke is Howell’s partner, even when she’s injured.
Note(s): originally posted to the writerverse wv_library
Should Do
“What the hell are you doing here, Jones?” my partner growled, when I let myself into his brownstone, with the key he’d given me.
With anyone else, I probably would have been offended by that question, but I knew Howell well enough to hear the worry underneath his growl.
“I know I look like I’m just one big walking bruise,” I said, “but the EMTs at the scene cleared me, remember?”
“You should be resting,” said Howell. Outside, the sky was a riot of gold and pink and purple, as the sun disappeared behind the gleaming skyscrapers. “I’ve done this on my own for longer than you’ve been alive.”
Someday, I would feel comfortable enough to ask Howell how he ended up alone. There were werewolf packs, though none in Philadelphia- they tended to prefer rural area, unlike the snooty, urban vampires- but in all the time I’d known him, Howell had never mentioned being around other werewolves at ‘that time of the month’. And I knew he wasn’t a complete loner, he volunteered with several lycanthropy awareness and advocacy groups. Werewolves were much more likely to hold blue collar jobs and need help or counseling- I was pretty much the only vampire who worked for a living.
“Just because you can do something doesn’t mean you should,” I told him.
One corner of his mouth quirked up. “It’s not much fun to have your own words thrown back at you,” he said.
“Serves you right, sir,” I said. “I can rest just as well in the werewolf bunker as I can in front of my TV.”
“Don’t call it the werewolf bunker, Jones,” said Howell, but he snagged an extra blanket from the couch as we headed downstairs.
THE END
Current Mood:
mellow