11:00- Mutatio
Series: Hunter's Path
Pairing: James/Claudia
Word Count: 435
24hour_themes prompt: Energy directed toward transformations which may have seemed impossible
Chapters: Master List
Infitialis | Latere | Abeo | Obsidis | Videlicet | Praesidium | Transitus | Mutatio | Umbra | Terminare | Constantia | Autus | Salvus | Gubernatio | Spero | Animus | Consensio | Discrimen | Consilium | Veritas | Phoebus | Fortuna | Sensus | Victoria
She was trying. He had to give her credit for that much at least because she was definitely giving the increased honesty thing a go... and actually working as partners instead of two separate people working the same route... and she was proving an even sterner taskmaster for the three new potential recruits than she'd been for him. She hadn't even argued when he'd bluntly stated that he was going to be her partner and no one else. He'd been expecting at least a bit of one then, at least a token having-to-put-up-with-him one.
As impossible as it sounded, it seemed she was making an effort to change, to relax her usually uptight demeanor, and to be frank, it rather confused him. It was like waiting for the other shoe to drop. Even if she'd agreed with him and conceded her point relatively, for her, he couldn't imagine her arguing it at least a little more than she had.
Or maybe she was trying to drive them all crazy so they'd abandon this whole idea. All he could hope was, if that was her plan, she hadn't placed bets on it succeeding. Paranoia was not going to be the way to go to beat him, even if the training regime she'd start putting John, Sara, and Romeo through had probably once been used during the Inquisition as a torture device. The three of them had turned, John longer than he liked to think of, as he'd found the man to be utterly honest when he'd asked him about it, and she was still working them to exhaustion.
"You're thinking awfully hard there, Jamey."
It took everything he had not to jump at the sudden sound of her voice behind him. She had a real talent for that, he'd noticed, and she seemed to enjoy perfecting that talent on him. He took a deep breathe to calm before speaking. "What are you up to, sneaking around like this?"
She grinned and shrugged. "I'm going to grab some lunch at that place we went to before. What was it: Harry's?" He nodded. "I figure eleven-thirty should be early enough to miss the lunch crowd."
"Probably so," he agreed.
"Care to join me?"
She tossed it casually, and maybe it was. Maybe he was imagining the nervousness he thought he saw in her eyes. It could be that he was only seeing it in her because he felt it himself. But he didn't have it in him to refuse this anyway.
"Sure."
There was no imagining how her eyes lit up though.
Rather than repost the stories here, there are two stories that follow this and bridge the gap between it and the next Amnesty story, "Umbra": The Quality of Mercy and Opposition. It would be helpful to read them before reading "Umbra".
Pairing: James/Claudia
Word Count: 435
24hour_themes prompt: Energy directed toward transformations which may have seemed impossible
Chapters: Master List
Infitialis | Latere | Abeo | Obsidis | Videlicet | Praesidium | Transitus | Mutatio | Umbra | Terminare | Constantia | Autus | Salvus | Gubernatio | Spero | Animus | Consensio | Discrimen | Consilium | Veritas | Phoebus | Fortuna | Sensus | Victoria
She was trying. He had to give her credit for that much at least because she was definitely giving the increased honesty thing a go... and actually working as partners instead of two separate people working the same route... and she was proving an even sterner taskmaster for the three new potential recruits than she'd been for him. She hadn't even argued when he'd bluntly stated that he was going to be her partner and no one else. He'd been expecting at least a bit of one then, at least a token having-to-put-up-with-him one.
As impossible as it sounded, it seemed she was making an effort to change, to relax her usually uptight demeanor, and to be frank, it rather confused him. It was like waiting for the other shoe to drop. Even if she'd agreed with him and conceded her point relatively, for her, he couldn't imagine her arguing it at least a little more than she had.
Or maybe she was trying to drive them all crazy so they'd abandon this whole idea. All he could hope was, if that was her plan, she hadn't placed bets on it succeeding. Paranoia was not going to be the way to go to beat him, even if the training regime she'd start putting John, Sara, and Romeo through had probably once been used during the Inquisition as a torture device. The three of them had turned, John longer than he liked to think of, as he'd found the man to be utterly honest when he'd asked him about it, and she was still working them to exhaustion.
"You're thinking awfully hard there, Jamey."
It took everything he had not to jump at the sudden sound of her voice behind him. She had a real talent for that, he'd noticed, and she seemed to enjoy perfecting that talent on him. He took a deep breathe to calm before speaking. "What are you up to, sneaking around like this?"
She grinned and shrugged. "I'm going to grab some lunch at that place we went to before. What was it: Harry's?" He nodded. "I figure eleven-thirty should be early enough to miss the lunch crowd."
"Probably so," he agreed.
"Care to join me?"
She tossed it casually, and maybe it was. Maybe he was imagining the nervousness he thought he saw in her eyes. It could be that he was only seeing it in her because he felt it himself. But he didn't have it in him to refuse this anyway.
"Sure."
There was no imagining how her eyes lit up though.
Rather than repost the stories here, there are two stories that follow this and bridge the gap between it and the next Amnesty story, "Umbra": The Quality of Mercy and Opposition. It would be helpful to read them before reading "Umbra".