Never Made Miracles {adrian/katie}
title; never made miracles
author; elenaface dirtyxemoxkid
rating; pg-13
prompt; 008; facing tomorrow alone
completed; [1/13]
summary; [for rarepair_shorts] Adrian tries, but doesn't succeed and gets tired of Katie bothering him.
disclaimer; No, this is definitely a figment of my state of denial. What glee.
Fingers clenching his hair as he used his other bruised hand to open the door, the smell that welcomed him as he dragged himself into his flat was the smell of disappointment. One such as Adrian would associate this with the human smell of blueberry muffins, but one such as Adrian also would associate blueberry muffins as the stench of the disappointment wafting from the mind of one Katherine Bell. Or the kitchen, if one would be technical.
His feet could barely lift from the floor and he looked like he had gone through hell and then some. His hair was the only orderly part of him as even his eyes conveyed disarray. Not bothering to enter the kitchen and look at Katie, he continued to drag himself, all one hundred and ninety seven pounds of himself, towards his room in their flat, hoping that she wouldn't talk. Everything ached, everything hurt. Gashes poured from gashes on top of wounds that were inside of more wounds. If he had ever been dropped into a human blender, then this is what he would have looked like. Tears in his shirt, rips in his pants, dirt and blood smudged on each inch of slightly tanned skin that was available to the optical view.
Finally collapsing down onto the bed, face smothered in the pillows, Adrian's face clenched in frustration. It was a face familiar to crying people, but tears hurt so much to come and would have only stung the wounds on his face, so he wouldn't bring himself to that. The door that he had closed behind himself was being opened and he wished his ears could have only clenched as hard as his eyes. "Adrian, what the fuck?!" Was all he heard, twitching just a bit as she shrieked.
Katie ran a hand through her hair, looking down at her boyfriend. "You walked in here without a word. What happened? I'm guessing you didn't get him, again, for the third time today." Her brown eyes were laced with anger, her bottom lip trembling. She tried to control it by biting down on it, but it only made it worse. She had been baking in the kitchen as soon as she had received a floo call from Alicia and had been throwing as many blueberries into her batter as she could possibly find. And now, she wanted to cry because her methods of expressing her disappointment and distrust were not standing up to par. She wanted to hit Adrian, but he appeared to be hurt enough.
Her words burned like she had poured salt into each of his wounds and sprayed pepper in his eyes, seasoned him with the hatred of her voice. She couldn't have said that. There was no concern for his wounds, for his health. Only concern for the accomplishment. "If you want to catch bloody Flint so bad, then why don't you go fucking marry him?" His voice rose in a crescendo, pain biting at each word. "You obviously care about him and his location more than you do about me. Even though I've been trailing blood through the flat since I walked in, all you can bother to ask is when I plan on cleaning the floor, Katie. Why don't you go marry him, Katie?" He asked loudly, his voice echoing throughout the room, adding in a whisper, "Because you won't marry me."
He managed to roll over, the sheets of the bed sticking to him because the blood was still flowing, wrapping half of his side up in blankets with red blots across them. He could see a trace of tears in her eyes, but he didn't know if it was anything that he should have truly been worried about. Not now, at least. "I...You don't know-w-w-what you're t-t-talking about, Adrian. I...we...him...Flint has nothing to do with us." He shook his head gently. "Yes he does, Katie, and you know he does. He's the reason why you yell at me when I'm sick and hurt and he's probably the reason why you won't be with me and why I think Angelina Johnson coming at me with a chainsaw would be more pleasant than what you have to say when I come home." He took a deep breath, all of his words coming out faster as he ran out of breath.
"I just want you to say, We'll get him next time, Adrian. Let me fix your shoulder, Adrian. I love you, Adrian. Maybe you should sleep, Adrian. You tried your hardest, Adrian." His glowing amber eyes looked at her, searching for something, anything. A fond memory, a spark of love, a reminder of why he did all of this work and went through all of this pain. It never really showed, but Adrian had always fooled himself into seeing it. And now it was clear that he couldn't make it up, for all that he saw in her eyes was disappointment. Not in his failure in the assignment, but in him as a person, and that was enough for him. She scoffed, her arms folded across her chest.
She turned away from him. "Your hardest?" A small, riveting sound elicited when Adrian rolled in the sheets, rolling off of the other side, away from Katie, and standing in anger. "My hardest? Damn you, Katie Bell! Damn you for all the words that have ever come out of your mouth and damn me for believing them!" His eyes flickered shut because of the pain that was coursing through his body. All he could hear was her sobs and her tears, but what were they for? He spread his hands out towards her. "All of this...all of these wounds are for you, Katie." His words tied up and collapsed on him. "But...I don't know. Katie, I love you. And I converted to the Light Side because I couldn't stand the thought of having to hurt you or watch someone on my alliance hurt you. I'm in this Death Eater Retrieval Program because you asked me to do this for you. Everything I've done in the past five years has been for you and if you don't bloody realize that or you haven't, then I might as well have been living with a corpse the past week."
Feet climbing over the stacks of books and clothes littered about, Katie reached Adrian. She placed her hands on his wounds, her fingers in half of them, but on accident of course. "You know I feel the same way about you too, Adrian. But you're doing this for me, just like you said, not for the cause of those who need it. You don't understand how important a day without capturing Marcus Flint is. You know what it is, Adrian? It's a day where his mother does send out media requests to have him come home. It's a day where little muggle children won't be killed for being muggles. It's too much for you to handle because you haven't put your heart into it."
Adrian laughed softly at her words, looking down at her, seeing concern for her cause in her eyes. He knew where things were going to end up. "Well, Katie, this is all I have to say for the rest of the day. Sure, I'm doing this for you, but I know you'd hate to have anything half-assed, so I made a tremendous effort towards it. It always goes unnoticed. You, Katie, don't understand how important a day without you in my life and I know that if you were to ever get taken away from me, life just wouldn't be worth living anymore. But I'm afraid I'm going to have to take myself away from you. Because, what you just said proves you don't love me. You've put your heart into this cause, Katie. You don't love me, you love this justice from catching death eaters. You love seeing someone get positive retribution. You like tied ends. I've done this cause for you and that only lets you love me as far as my progress goes, but Katie," he told her in an even voice, tilting her head up so she would look at him, "I guess there's a large prospect of you being alone for the rest of your life. A cause can't love you back, Katie. But I could, and I would have, but you wouldn't let me. At least now I understand." Pushing Katie's hand from his body, he moved her to the side and walked towards his door. She could only stared dumbfoundedly at the wall where she had been facing, looking down, and seeing the blood he had been losing. And he hadn't been healed, hadn't done anything.
"Adrian," she said quietly, but he couldn't have heard her, "I can't let you face tomorrow alone." The truth was that she couldn't face tomorrow without him. But she couldn't have ever caught herself saying that.
He laughed to himself, catching her words just barely, turning his head, but not his body. "I don't need you to feel sorry for me, Katie. Pity can't replace the love that you never gave me. I just want you to remember, Katie, that I would have done anything for you. I would have given you anything. Even my life." As as soon as he said it, he fell to his knees, blood soaking the formerly blue t-shirt. It appeared red-brown. The thud of his knees hitting the floor forced her to turn around quickly. She couldn't have even managed to catch Adrian before he hit the ground, his body colliding with the wood floor with a resounding crash. It was the last thing she could have beared to have happened, yet it did, and she found herself briefly imagining some of the things that Adrian would have done for her. Some of the things that Adrian would have given her. But would have never made miracles, her mother said, and Katie left it at that.
author; elenaface dirtyxemoxkid
rating; pg-13
prompt; 008; facing tomorrow alone
completed; [1/13]
summary; [for rarepair_shorts] Adrian tries, but doesn't succeed and gets tired of Katie bothering him.
disclaimer; No, this is definitely a figment of my state of denial. What glee.
Fingers clenching his hair as he used his other bruised hand to open the door, the smell that welcomed him as he dragged himself into his flat was the smell of disappointment. One such as Adrian would associate this with the human smell of blueberry muffins, but one such as Adrian also would associate blueberry muffins as the stench of the disappointment wafting from the mind of one Katherine Bell. Or the kitchen, if one would be technical.
His feet could barely lift from the floor and he looked like he had gone through hell and then some. His hair was the only orderly part of him as even his eyes conveyed disarray. Not bothering to enter the kitchen and look at Katie, he continued to drag himself, all one hundred and ninety seven pounds of himself, towards his room in their flat, hoping that she wouldn't talk. Everything ached, everything hurt. Gashes poured from gashes on top of wounds that were inside of more wounds. If he had ever been dropped into a human blender, then this is what he would have looked like. Tears in his shirt, rips in his pants, dirt and blood smudged on each inch of slightly tanned skin that was available to the optical view.
Finally collapsing down onto the bed, face smothered in the pillows, Adrian's face clenched in frustration. It was a face familiar to crying people, but tears hurt so much to come and would have only stung the wounds on his face, so he wouldn't bring himself to that. The door that he had closed behind himself was being opened and he wished his ears could have only clenched as hard as his eyes. "Adrian, what the fuck?!" Was all he heard, twitching just a bit as she shrieked.
Katie ran a hand through her hair, looking down at her boyfriend. "You walked in here without a word. What happened? I'm guessing you didn't get him, again, for the third time today." Her brown eyes were laced with anger, her bottom lip trembling. She tried to control it by biting down on it, but it only made it worse. She had been baking in the kitchen as soon as she had received a floo call from Alicia and had been throwing as many blueberries into her batter as she could possibly find. And now, she wanted to cry because her methods of expressing her disappointment and distrust were not standing up to par. She wanted to hit Adrian, but he appeared to be hurt enough.
Her words burned like she had poured salt into each of his wounds and sprayed pepper in his eyes, seasoned him with the hatred of her voice. She couldn't have said that. There was no concern for his wounds, for his health. Only concern for the accomplishment. "If you want to catch bloody Flint so bad, then why don't you go fucking marry him?" His voice rose in a crescendo, pain biting at each word. "You obviously care about him and his location more than you do about me. Even though I've been trailing blood through the flat since I walked in, all you can bother to ask is when I plan on cleaning the floor, Katie. Why don't you go marry him, Katie?" He asked loudly, his voice echoing throughout the room, adding in a whisper, "Because you won't marry me."
He managed to roll over, the sheets of the bed sticking to him because the blood was still flowing, wrapping half of his side up in blankets with red blots across them. He could see a trace of tears in her eyes, but he didn't know if it was anything that he should have truly been worried about. Not now, at least. "I...You don't know-w-w-what you're t-t-talking about, Adrian. I...we...him...Flint has nothing to do with us." He shook his head gently. "Yes he does, Katie, and you know he does. He's the reason why you yell at me when I'm sick and hurt and he's probably the reason why you won't be with me and why I think Angelina Johnson coming at me with a chainsaw would be more pleasant than what you have to say when I come home." He took a deep breath, all of his words coming out faster as he ran out of breath.
"I just want you to say, We'll get him next time, Adrian. Let me fix your shoulder, Adrian. I love you, Adrian. Maybe you should sleep, Adrian. You tried your hardest, Adrian." His glowing amber eyes looked at her, searching for something, anything. A fond memory, a spark of love, a reminder of why he did all of this work and went through all of this pain. It never really showed, but Adrian had always fooled himself into seeing it. And now it was clear that he couldn't make it up, for all that he saw in her eyes was disappointment. Not in his failure in the assignment, but in him as a person, and that was enough for him. She scoffed, her arms folded across her chest.
She turned away from him. "Your hardest?" A small, riveting sound elicited when Adrian rolled in the sheets, rolling off of the other side, away from Katie, and standing in anger. "My hardest? Damn you, Katie Bell! Damn you for all the words that have ever come out of your mouth and damn me for believing them!" His eyes flickered shut because of the pain that was coursing through his body. All he could hear was her sobs and her tears, but what were they for? He spread his hands out towards her. "All of this...all of these wounds are for you, Katie." His words tied up and collapsed on him. "But...I don't know. Katie, I love you. And I converted to the Light Side because I couldn't stand the thought of having to hurt you or watch someone on my alliance hurt you. I'm in this Death Eater Retrieval Program because you asked me to do this for you. Everything I've done in the past five years has been for you and if you don't bloody realize that or you haven't, then I might as well have been living with a corpse the past week."
Feet climbing over the stacks of books and clothes littered about, Katie reached Adrian. She placed her hands on his wounds, her fingers in half of them, but on accident of course. "You know I feel the same way about you too, Adrian. But you're doing this for me, just like you said, not for the cause of those who need it. You don't understand how important a day without capturing Marcus Flint is. You know what it is, Adrian? It's a day where his mother does send out media requests to have him come home. It's a day where little muggle children won't be killed for being muggles. It's too much for you to handle because you haven't put your heart into it."
Adrian laughed softly at her words, looking down at her, seeing concern for her cause in her eyes. He knew where things were going to end up. "Well, Katie, this is all I have to say for the rest of the day. Sure, I'm doing this for you, but I know you'd hate to have anything half-assed, so I made a tremendous effort towards it. It always goes unnoticed. You, Katie, don't understand how important a day without you in my life and I know that if you were to ever get taken away from me, life just wouldn't be worth living anymore. But I'm afraid I'm going to have to take myself away from you. Because, what you just said proves you don't love me. You've put your heart into this cause, Katie. You don't love me, you love this justice from catching death eaters. You love seeing someone get positive retribution. You like tied ends. I've done this cause for you and that only lets you love me as far as my progress goes, but Katie," he told her in an even voice, tilting her head up so she would look at him, "I guess there's a large prospect of you being alone for the rest of your life. A cause can't love you back, Katie. But I could, and I would have, but you wouldn't let me. At least now I understand." Pushing Katie's hand from his body, he moved her to the side and walked towards his door. She could only stared dumbfoundedly at the wall where she had been facing, looking down, and seeing the blood he had been losing. And he hadn't been healed, hadn't done anything.
"Adrian," she said quietly, but he couldn't have heard her, "I can't let you face tomorrow alone." The truth was that she couldn't face tomorrow without him. But she couldn't have ever caught herself saying that.
He laughed to himself, catching her words just barely, turning his head, but not his body. "I don't need you to feel sorry for me, Katie. Pity can't replace the love that you never gave me. I just want you to remember, Katie, that I would have done anything for you. I would have given you anything. Even my life." As as soon as he said it, he fell to his knees, blood soaking the formerly blue t-shirt. It appeared red-brown. The thud of his knees hitting the floor forced her to turn around quickly. She couldn't have even managed to catch Adrian before he hit the ground, his body colliding with the wood floor with a resounding crash. It was the last thing she could have beared to have happened, yet it did, and she found herself briefly imagining some of the things that Adrian would have done for her. Some of the things that Adrian would have given her. But would have never made miracles, her mother said, and Katie left it at that.