Secrets
A second fic is so many hours! And I have another one already in the thought processes. Cripes, I'm on a roll! XD
Title: Secrets
Author: Terion
Disclaimer: Not. Mine.
Rating: Mild language
Book or TV verse: Book verse...sequel of sorts to My Defending Angel.
Summary: Harry is being secretive over something thats happened and Thomas tries to get it out of him, ending up with a bit more than he bargained for.
“So what’s got you acting all brooding, little brother?”
I scowled and tried to continue reading my book, not wanting to respond to the question. That got it snatched from my hands and my brother’s face thrust in mine.
“Harry,” he said softly. “Talk to me.”
Normally I might have opened up to Thomas. Today, however, I was feeling particularly childish. So I crossed my arms over my chest and glared grumpily at him.
And I resisted the urge to stick my tongue out at him, thank you very much.
Thomas sighed and straightened, still holding my book captive in his hand. “Well,” he said, “it can’t be that Murphy broke up with you.”
“No,” I said stonily, not wanting to have this conversation. I looked pointedly at the book in his hand then back at him. “Can I have my book back?”
He ignored me. Always heard older brothers did that when they wanted to make a point. Damn them.
“Maybe Mister died?”
“No.”
“Mouse got lost?”
I looked pointedly at the lump of fur near the fireplace then towards my book again.
“Can I have my book?”
Thomas stroked his chin and mused in response to that. Damnit, ignored again.
“I know!” he exclaimed then. “Molly broke something.”
“Of late no. Can I have my book?”
Plea ignored. I swear if he hasn’t my brother, I’d punch him for this.
“So, not a breakup, loss, death, or breakage. Hmm…oh, I know! Bob caused a mass orgy again.”
“He wishes,” I snorted without humor.”
“Well then…”
My temper decided to snap then and I lurched to my feet with a snarl twisting my lips. Thomas stumbled back a step as I do so…I must’ve looked really angry.
“Murph’s pregnant, okay?!”
The outburst served to take everything out of me and I collapsed bonelessly back into the chair. My brother just stared for a moment then breathed, “Jesus, Harry. I thought you two took precautions.”
“Sometimes shit just doesn’t work,” I snarled. Then I sighed and closed my eyes. “What am I going to do?”
Thomas’ hand slapping my face in response was unexpected. My eyes flew open in reaction and I was surprised by the fierce look on his face.
He snarled, “You’re going to be a father, that’s what you’re going to do. And Murphy’s going to be a mother. I’ll be an uncle and Molly’ll spoil the kid rotten. Oh, and ask the woman to marry you, damnit!”
“Its not that simple…”
“Bullshit!”
I scowled and hissed, “What if she doesn’t want to have it, Thomas? Did you think of that?!”
My vampire brother rolled his eyes and picked up the phone. “Call her,” he said. When I didn’t take it from him immediately he hissed, “Jesus, little brother, we’re talking about your child.”
I stared at him then reached out and took the phone from him, leaning over to dial Murphy’s number. On the fifth ring I nearly hung up then she answered, her voice sounding shattered and rough.
Had she been crying?
“Hello?”
“Hi, Murph,” I breathed.
There was a pause at the other end of the line and I was afraid she was about to hang up on me. Then she said, “God, Harry. You scared me.”
“I panicked.” I sighed and continued, “I’m afraid I’d ruin a kid, Murph.”
“Harry…”
“Little brother,” breathed Thomas in response to that, concern in his face.
Murphy sighed at the other end of the line then asked, “I’m going to have to beat some sense into you again, aren’t I?”
I blinked, really confused now.
“Um…maybe?”
“Fuck, Harry!”
Her outburst made me jump and I ignored Thomas’ sudden smirk.
Murphy growled, “I love you, idiot. And, so help me, if you don’t get over this little stint and act like you’re supposed to, I’m going to beat it out of you.”
From any other woman that would have been a mild threat but Murphy has beaten my stubborn ass too many times for me to count. She could definitely do it again.
“Yes’m.”
“Harry,” she said in a softer voice then, “you’re a good man. And you’ll be a wonderful father.”
“Y’think so?” I queried, not really believing it. I hadn’t had the best role model during my young life after my dad had died.
I could sense her smile as she answered, “I know so.”
Hearing Murph say that made me feel better…just like talking to her always made me feel. I felt like a real heel now for having hung up on her earlier in my panic. And for making her cry like I thought she had but she’d never confess to.
“Murph,” I said softly.
“Yes?”
“Mind if I come over?”
There was a pause then I sensed that smile again.
“Please do,” she breathed. Then she hung up and I scrambled to my feet, slamming the phone down onto its cradle hard enough to wake Mouse.
Thomas smirked at me and offered my book mockingly.
“Want this back?”
“Fuck the book.”
“Thought so,” he said. As he set the book down on the couch and went to wander into the kitchen I stopped him.
“Thomas.”
“Hmm?”
“Thanks.”
He laughed at that and waved a hand at me. “Shut up, little brother, and get going,” he said warmly.
I nodded and watched him walk into the kitchen, waiting until his back was turned. Then I reached into the pocket of my jeans and pulled out a worn little ring box that had been there for a few weeks. It was the same box I’d offered to Susan years ago and much as I’d wanted to buy a new one, I just hadn’t had the money.
And I’d been thinking about asking Murph the question since I’d started carrying it. Just hadn’t gotten up to the nerve to.
Guess I had a reason to now.
Nodding to myself, I grabbed my staff and coat and headed out the door, shivering as I went.
I was going to be a father.
I was going to ask Murphy to marry me.
Hells bells.
I’m going to have a family.
Title: Secrets
Author: Terion
Disclaimer: Not. Mine.
Rating: Mild language
Book or TV verse: Book verse...sequel of sorts to My Defending Angel.
Summary: Harry is being secretive over something thats happened and Thomas tries to get it out of him, ending up with a bit more than he bargained for.
“So what’s got you acting all brooding, little brother?”
I scowled and tried to continue reading my book, not wanting to respond to the question. That got it snatched from my hands and my brother’s face thrust in mine.
“Harry,” he said softly. “Talk to me.”
Normally I might have opened up to Thomas. Today, however, I was feeling particularly childish. So I crossed my arms over my chest and glared grumpily at him.
And I resisted the urge to stick my tongue out at him, thank you very much.
Thomas sighed and straightened, still holding my book captive in his hand. “Well,” he said, “it can’t be that Murphy broke up with you.”
“No,” I said stonily, not wanting to have this conversation. I looked pointedly at the book in his hand then back at him. “Can I have my book back?”
He ignored me. Always heard older brothers did that when they wanted to make a point. Damn them.
“Maybe Mister died?”
“No.”
“Mouse got lost?”
I looked pointedly at the lump of fur near the fireplace then towards my book again.
“Can I have my book?”
Thomas stroked his chin and mused in response to that. Damnit, ignored again.
“I know!” he exclaimed then. “Molly broke something.”
“Of late no. Can I have my book?”
Plea ignored. I swear if he hasn’t my brother, I’d punch him for this.
“So, not a breakup, loss, death, or breakage. Hmm…oh, I know! Bob caused a mass orgy again.”
“He wishes,” I snorted without humor.”
“Well then…”
My temper decided to snap then and I lurched to my feet with a snarl twisting my lips. Thomas stumbled back a step as I do so…I must’ve looked really angry.
“Murph’s pregnant, okay?!”
The outburst served to take everything out of me and I collapsed bonelessly back into the chair. My brother just stared for a moment then breathed, “Jesus, Harry. I thought you two took precautions.”
“Sometimes shit just doesn’t work,” I snarled. Then I sighed and closed my eyes. “What am I going to do?”
Thomas’ hand slapping my face in response was unexpected. My eyes flew open in reaction and I was surprised by the fierce look on his face.
He snarled, “You’re going to be a father, that’s what you’re going to do. And Murphy’s going to be a mother. I’ll be an uncle and Molly’ll spoil the kid rotten. Oh, and ask the woman to marry you, damnit!”
“Its not that simple…”
“Bullshit!”
I scowled and hissed, “What if she doesn’t want to have it, Thomas? Did you think of that?!”
My vampire brother rolled his eyes and picked up the phone. “Call her,” he said. When I didn’t take it from him immediately he hissed, “Jesus, little brother, we’re talking about your child.”
I stared at him then reached out and took the phone from him, leaning over to dial Murphy’s number. On the fifth ring I nearly hung up then she answered, her voice sounding shattered and rough.
Had she been crying?
“Hello?”
“Hi, Murph,” I breathed.
There was a pause at the other end of the line and I was afraid she was about to hang up on me. Then she said, “God, Harry. You scared me.”
“I panicked.” I sighed and continued, “I’m afraid I’d ruin a kid, Murph.”
“Harry…”
“Little brother,” breathed Thomas in response to that, concern in his face.
Murphy sighed at the other end of the line then asked, “I’m going to have to beat some sense into you again, aren’t I?”
I blinked, really confused now.
“Um…maybe?”
“Fuck, Harry!”
Her outburst made me jump and I ignored Thomas’ sudden smirk.
Murphy growled, “I love you, idiot. And, so help me, if you don’t get over this little stint and act like you’re supposed to, I’m going to beat it out of you.”
From any other woman that would have been a mild threat but Murphy has beaten my stubborn ass too many times for me to count. She could definitely do it again.
“Yes’m.”
“Harry,” she said in a softer voice then, “you’re a good man. And you’ll be a wonderful father.”
“Y’think so?” I queried, not really believing it. I hadn’t had the best role model during my young life after my dad had died.
I could sense her smile as she answered, “I know so.”
Hearing Murph say that made me feel better…just like talking to her always made me feel. I felt like a real heel now for having hung up on her earlier in my panic. And for making her cry like I thought she had but she’d never confess to.
“Murph,” I said softly.
“Yes?”
“Mind if I come over?”
There was a pause then I sensed that smile again.
“Please do,” she breathed. Then she hung up and I scrambled to my feet, slamming the phone down onto its cradle hard enough to wake Mouse.
Thomas smirked at me and offered my book mockingly.
“Want this back?”
“Fuck the book.”
“Thought so,” he said. As he set the book down on the couch and went to wander into the kitchen I stopped him.
“Thomas.”
“Hmm?”
“Thanks.”
He laughed at that and waved a hand at me. “Shut up, little brother, and get going,” he said warmly.
I nodded and watched him walk into the kitchen, waiting until his back was turned. Then I reached into the pocket of my jeans and pulled out a worn little ring box that had been there for a few weeks. It was the same box I’d offered to Susan years ago and much as I’d wanted to buy a new one, I just hadn’t had the money.
And I’d been thinking about asking Murph the question since I’d started carrying it. Just hadn’t gotten up to the nerve to.
Guess I had a reason to now.
Nodding to myself, I grabbed my staff and coat and headed out the door, shivering as I went.
I was going to be a father.
I was going to ask Murphy to marry me.
Hells bells.
I’m going to have a family.