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18 November 2010 @ 08:15 pm
Dresden Files Ficlet 1/1  
Another meme fic, this one for silvercobwebs who asked for Dresden Files with the prompt of Chivalry.

Nothing is mine, not even this computer I'm typing on.

“None of this would have occurred if you didn’t insist on being so chivalrous,” Bob commented sardonically as I frantically searched the shelves for ingredients. I stopped for a moment and looked at him.

“You know, I really don’t think now is the time to be analysing what you consider my flaws. Now will you please lend me a hand?”

“Hardly seems likely,” he replied. I just glared at him and waved my hand at the shelves.

“Top shelf, third from the left. A small blue box.”

I followed Bob’s instructions and found the box I needed.

“A damsel asked for my help, you know I can’t refuse that. It’s hardwired into me, or something. Besides, you can’t blame all this on me, Murph was there too,” I pointed out as I dropped a pinch of powder into the bowl in front of me. A puff of green smoke erupted, so I looked to Bob who nodded his approval before continuing to berate me.

“I wouldn’t expect Lieutenant Murphy to recognise a Faerie. You, I would.”

“Blah, blah, blah,” I replied as I scooped the powder up and into a little leather pouch. “You’re sure this will work?” I asked.

“As sure as I can be,” he replied. I nodded and headed toward the door. Bob began to follow until I turned back to him. “I want to watch. It’s been centuries since this rite has been performed.”

“No. Stay here,” I commanded, but then I softened at his dejected expression. “I don’t think Murphy would be comfortable with you being there. Plus, I’d have to explain who you are.”

Bob regarded me for a moment and then nodded. I turned and went out to the store front where Murphy was waiting for me. She was pacing the floor, and each time she made a turn she swished her newly acquired, shiny, long, horse’s tail. I’m fairly certain Murph was going to make sure she didn’t piss off any of the Fae in the future. I was just glad this one had a sense of humour.

“I feel ridiculous,” she said when she saw me. “I should go to a doctor or something.”

“Trust me, this will be a lot faster and a lot less embarrassing,” I said “Besides, how would you explain it?”

“Good point,” she agreed although she still looked understandably sceptical.

I opened the bag and sprinkled the powder over her, muttered the incantations under my breath and then waited.

“Should something have happened?”

“Just wait,” I reassured her, continuing to watch.

“This better not be some elaborate excuse to stare at my ass, Dresden,” she said with very little humour. I gave her a weak smile before replying.

“You know, this is a little out of my expertise. Give me ten minutes, I’ll be right back.”
Kay: gq -- geekiness is lovesilvercobwebs on November 18th, 2010 09:01 pm (UTC)
Ah Harry, you are such a sucker for the 'damsels'...

Huzzah and thank you. :D

I obviously lapped this up way too fast because damnit, this is just part of a much larger fic, it positively screams it! *g*
But, I don't want to be a pie,idontlikegravy on November 19th, 2010 06:46 pm (UTC)

Maybe after Christmas, we'll see :)

Very pleased you liked it, thank you for the prompt.
The other Weird Al: Dresden Files - Be in my skullaeron_lanart on November 18th, 2010 09:20 pm (UTC)
Hee. Yup, the damsels will get Harry every time. And your Bob voice is wonderful.

More please?
But, I don't want to be a pie,: crossoversidontlikegravy on November 19th, 2010 06:48 pm (UTC)
Thank you hon.

Possibly more. I have enjoyed writing Harry, so maybe in the New Year.

It's all your fault dontcha know. If you hadn't written Bob and Methos...
The other Weird Al: Methos and Bob - Old friends?aeron_lanart on November 19th, 2010 07:16 pm (UTC)
Fingers crossed!

From my POV I'm blaming Methos, he's a very demanding muse at times (though Bob muse didn't exactly protest).