Nov 01, 2007 16:02
The Most Heroic
by Slantedlight
Wind rushed where there should have been no wind, stars screamed by, and dawn was distant on the horizon. Loud in the night he could hear the wail of the gnashing Valkyries, the roar of their furred steeds, and… something else?
A whisper.
A broken, wet-rimmed whisper, calling above everything else.
Bodiecomebackdon'tletthemwinit'llbealrightyou'llseewe'llgetyoufixedupbegoodasnewdon'tleavemedon'tleavemedon'tleaveme…
So he opened to it, the burning heat of his chest, the hard weight of his lungs, and he moaned with the red-hot pain, but he felt Doyle's hands, warm, and when he opened his eyes there was Doyle himself, Valkyries spitting ire as they fled.
Not yet.
o0o
A drabble-by-request for She-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named... *g* SWSNBN asked for Bodie, Doyle, and the ride of the Valkyries. Ride of the Valkyries - I ask you! *g*
pros fic