fic: narnia: Veracity
Title: Veracity
Prompt: WC50: rain, 027. Darkfic; I50: 030. Life
Summary: She wakes up from dreams crying and grasping for a little bottle, always just out of reach. A.U.
The first time that Lucy loses a patient in the hospital, she realizes how lucky she was that she'd had her cordial.
Thinking, with the knowledge she has now, of Edmund after the White Witch, of Peter innumerable times following, of all the dwarves and nymphs and animals and who knows what else, before they'd swallowed those few precious drops -
Well.
The truth is, she doesn't think about them, not if she can help it. But sometimes, especially when she's privy to one of those awful, violent deaths the Emergency Ward is infamous for, she wakes up from dreams crying and grasping for a little bottle, always just out of reach. On the good nights, someone is there: Mother or Susan, who pet her, or Peter, who understands; on the bad nights, all she can do is sit outside, and wish for it to rain.
Notes: *chanting* A-U- Universe! Lu-cy- is a nurse! Or, you know, whatever. She works at a hospital, anyways (and rather obviously).
There is a bit of Peter/Lucy in there somewhere. If you turn your head 180 degrees and squish your face up to make your eyes go all squinty.
Anyways, was doing Law and listening to Narnia's soundtrack when BOOM! I wanted to write something. Horrible time to be hit by it, and it's not really very good. Deliberately vague. Anyhoo.
Prompt: WC50: rain, 027. Darkfic; I50: 030. Life
Summary: She wakes up from dreams crying and grasping for a little bottle, always just out of reach. A.U.
The first time that Lucy loses a patient in the hospital, she realizes how lucky she was that she'd had her cordial.
Thinking, with the knowledge she has now, of Edmund after the White Witch, of Peter innumerable times following, of all the dwarves and nymphs and animals and who knows what else, before they'd swallowed those few precious drops -
Well.
The truth is, she doesn't think about them, not if she can help it. But sometimes, especially when she's privy to one of those awful, violent deaths the Emergency Ward is infamous for, she wakes up from dreams crying and grasping for a little bottle, always just out of reach. On the good nights, someone is there: Mother or Susan, who pet her, or Peter, who understands; on the bad nights, all she can do is sit outside, and wish for it to rain.
Notes: *chanting* A-U- Universe! Lu-cy- is a nurse! Or, you know, whatever. She works at a hospital, anyways (and rather obviously).
There is a bit of Peter/Lucy in there somewhere. If you turn your head 180 degrees and squish your face up to make your eyes go all squinty.
Anyways, was doing Law and listening to Narnia's soundtrack when BOOM! I wanted to write something. Horrible time to be hit by it, and it's not really very good. Deliberately vague. Anyhoo.