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Title: Meeting Fate 6/?
Pairing: Eventually JRM/EW
Rating: This chapter maybe R
Disclaimer: Sooooo made up. Absolutely not true.
Authors Note: Completely AU, all places, names and happenings are a figment of my imagination.
Summary: I suck at summaries.
“And you can throw down your guns before we go any further, you won’t need them.” Damn, Elijah thinks, he was hoping that Dom had let that bit slip his mind. He reluctantly unbuckles and slips off his holster then tosses it to the ground. The dull thud of it hitting the grass echoes back at him mockingly. He resolutely tries to commit the dark landscape to memory in the vain hope he will be returning later to collect his precious sidearms. He knows better than to try anything fancy with Dom. Dom is very handy with a shooting iron, handy and quick. Elijah isn’t that handy and he isn’t taking any chances on being shot tonight, not until he is sure of Rhys.
Dom moves closer and holds out his hand. “The reins.” Elijah is about to give them over then it occurs to him he has a glimmer of hope. “He won’t let you ride him.” Dominic stops and coolly stares at first Elijah then Tambo. Then he calls Elijah’s bluff. “If he doesn’t then I shoot him.” Elijah knows that he means it and sighs his glimmer blown out. “Here.” And he hands the reins over into Dom’s outstretched fingers. “Let em up Tambo.”
The big stallion stands motionless as Dom hitches himself one handed into the saddle his gun still trained on Elijah. “None of that horse whispering bullshit either, you here me, damn unnatural that is. Hate that about you, always talking to your damn horse in some secret language, crazy fool.” Dom spits out the side of his mouth into the darkness for emphasis. “This piece of vulture meat so much as steps a hoof out of place and he gets a hunk of lead in the back of his noggin, comprende.” Elijah bites back the urge to call Dom a rather unsavory name.
“Off we go then.” Dom waves his gun in the general direction Dillion had come from motioning for them to move in front and Elijah gives the horse a gentle nudge and they set off slowly through the blackness.
They haven’t gone far before Dom feels the need to gloat. “Mighty surprised to see me weren’t you angel face.” Elijah rolls his eyes at Dom’s pathetic attempt to rile him and sets his jaw. He is determined not to bite back. “Your babycakes wasn’t surprised though, now why would that be Wood.” Dom breaks out in maniacal laughter and it echoes round and round in the night.
Elijah loses his battle to hold his tongue. “I wouldn’t know you lying sack of shit, he would have his reasons, he always does, and I trust his judgment.” He tries to sound convincing but what Dom said has lodged a sliver of doubt in his mind and Dom’s raucous laughter eats at him. He remembers Rhys’ words as clear today as if he just said them. ‘I put a bullet in his head and left him for the crows to eat.’ Well obviously the crows hadn’t eaten Dominic which means that Rhys lied to him. Why? And why was he even holding out in hope when the sinking sensation in his gut tells him Rhys is dead.
They continue on in silence for a bit then Dominic’s voice breaks into Elijah’s doubt ridden thoughts. “Cross here.” It’s only then that Elijah realizes Dillion has been leading himself back over his own tracks as he himself has been caught up in his own thoughts. He lifts his head as the horses gait shifts and big hooves splash into the creek water. What he sees makes him fall forward onto Dillion’s ample neck his head resting on hands that grip tightly to Dillion’s mane, a sob fighting its way out of his heart.
The bright glow of a campfire breaks the darkness and by it is a bundle of leather and boots laying in the dirt. Long hair splayed out amongst a dark stain on the ground. Blood, and lots of it. The only person Elijah has ever loved is laying dead like a piece of dogmeat in the dirt.
Elijah would recognize Rhys anywhere.
Dillion knickers softly and Elijah lifts his head up ready to comfort the horse in his loss when a figure appearing out of the darkness around the fire catches his eye. Through tear blurred vision he recognizes the familiar way the man moves but he can’t put a name to him and his face is hidden by the shadows. The figure tosses a hank of rope next to Rhys’ unmoving form then hearing the approaching horses’ turns to face them.
Elijah’s jaw drops and his bowels want to empty, cold dread stabbing into his very being. “Billy…?” All his hope is lost and he has nothing to live for so Elijah decides to make his stand single handedly and with nothing but his wits.
He is about to turn and confront Dominic when he hears a groan. His attention focusses back to the campfire and before his unbelieving eyes Rhys moves, a weak flutter, a hand goes up to his head and he rolls over onto his side.
“Quit your whining.” Billy’s boot sinks into Rhys’ gut and Elijah hears the wind gush out of him then Rhys is coughing and curling up into himself clutching at his stomach.
To Elijah it is the best sound he has ever heard. Rhys is alive.
Pairing: Eventually JRM/EW
Rating: This chapter maybe R
Disclaimer: Sooooo made up. Absolutely not true.
Authors Note: Completely AU, all places, names and happenings are a figment of my imagination.
Summary: I suck at summaries.
“And you can throw down your guns before we go any further, you won’t need them.” Damn, Elijah thinks, he was hoping that Dom had let that bit slip his mind. He reluctantly unbuckles and slips off his holster then tosses it to the ground. The dull thud of it hitting the grass echoes back at him mockingly. He resolutely tries to commit the dark landscape to memory in the vain hope he will be returning later to collect his precious sidearms. He knows better than to try anything fancy with Dom. Dom is very handy with a shooting iron, handy and quick. Elijah isn’t that handy and he isn’t taking any chances on being shot tonight, not until he is sure of Rhys.
Dom moves closer and holds out his hand. “The reins.” Elijah is about to give them over then it occurs to him he has a glimmer of hope. “He won’t let you ride him.” Dominic stops and coolly stares at first Elijah then Tambo. Then he calls Elijah’s bluff. “If he doesn’t then I shoot him.” Elijah knows that he means it and sighs his glimmer blown out. “Here.” And he hands the reins over into Dom’s outstretched fingers. “Let em up Tambo.”
The big stallion stands motionless as Dom hitches himself one handed into the saddle his gun still trained on Elijah. “None of that horse whispering bullshit either, you here me, damn unnatural that is. Hate that about you, always talking to your damn horse in some secret language, crazy fool.” Dom spits out the side of his mouth into the darkness for emphasis. “This piece of vulture meat so much as steps a hoof out of place and he gets a hunk of lead in the back of his noggin, comprende.” Elijah bites back the urge to call Dom a rather unsavory name.
“Off we go then.” Dom waves his gun in the general direction Dillion had come from motioning for them to move in front and Elijah gives the horse a gentle nudge and they set off slowly through the blackness.
They haven’t gone far before Dom feels the need to gloat. “Mighty surprised to see me weren’t you angel face.” Elijah rolls his eyes at Dom’s pathetic attempt to rile him and sets his jaw. He is determined not to bite back. “Your babycakes wasn’t surprised though, now why would that be Wood.” Dom breaks out in maniacal laughter and it echoes round and round in the night.
Elijah loses his battle to hold his tongue. “I wouldn’t know you lying sack of shit, he would have his reasons, he always does, and I trust his judgment.” He tries to sound convincing but what Dom said has lodged a sliver of doubt in his mind and Dom’s raucous laughter eats at him. He remembers Rhys’ words as clear today as if he just said them. ‘I put a bullet in his head and left him for the crows to eat.’ Well obviously the crows hadn’t eaten Dominic which means that Rhys lied to him. Why? And why was he even holding out in hope when the sinking sensation in his gut tells him Rhys is dead.
They continue on in silence for a bit then Dominic’s voice breaks into Elijah’s doubt ridden thoughts. “Cross here.” It’s only then that Elijah realizes Dillion has been leading himself back over his own tracks as he himself has been caught up in his own thoughts. He lifts his head as the horses gait shifts and big hooves splash into the creek water. What he sees makes him fall forward onto Dillion’s ample neck his head resting on hands that grip tightly to Dillion’s mane, a sob fighting its way out of his heart.
The bright glow of a campfire breaks the darkness and by it is a bundle of leather and boots laying in the dirt. Long hair splayed out amongst a dark stain on the ground. Blood, and lots of it. The only person Elijah has ever loved is laying dead like a piece of dogmeat in the dirt.
Elijah would recognize Rhys anywhere.
Dillion knickers softly and Elijah lifts his head up ready to comfort the horse in his loss when a figure appearing out of the darkness around the fire catches his eye. Through tear blurred vision he recognizes the familiar way the man moves but he can’t put a name to him and his face is hidden by the shadows. The figure tosses a hank of rope next to Rhys’ unmoving form then hearing the approaching horses’ turns to face them.
Elijah’s jaw drops and his bowels want to empty, cold dread stabbing into his very being. “Billy…?” All his hope is lost and he has nothing to live for so Elijah decides to make his stand single handedly and with nothing but his wits.
He is about to turn and confront Dominic when he hears a groan. His attention focusses back to the campfire and before his unbelieving eyes Rhys moves, a weak flutter, a hand goes up to his head and he rolls over onto his side.
“Quit your whining.” Billy’s boot sinks into Rhys’ gut and Elijah hears the wind gush out of him then Rhys is coughing and curling up into himself clutching at his stomach.
To Elijah it is the best sound he has ever heard. Rhys is alive.