Sanctuary} Little Red Riding Hood and the Wolf (4/10)
Title: Little Red Riding Hood and the Wolf (4/10)
Claim: Sanctuary: Henry Foss/Ashley Magnus
Table: Custom
Prompt: Anger
Rating: PG-13
Summary: The Sanctuary’s heater is broken and Ashley goes to Henry for warmth
Warnings: N/A
Notes: This is my first Sanctuary fic and my first multi-chapter fic in a long time
Ashley had barely returned from Rome before she was in the shower. She wanted to be clean of the freak that claimed to be her father. No, it was no longer a claim, it was a definite certainty. Her mom was clear that John Druitt, Jack the Ripper himself, was her biological father.
A bolt of anger spread through her as she thought of how her mother could even care for that thing. Care enough to have me, she thought. She had too much energy and the shower hadn’t helped. She threw on a pair of sweatpants and t-shirt (no one was going to see her anyway) and pulled her hair back. She knew how to release her excess energy.
*****
Several magazines later, Ashley was still angry. She weighed her options and decided she should quit now before she started going crazy in the shooting range. She was making sure to properly dispose of everything when she heard a noise behind her. Instinctively, she grabbed the empty gun and pointed it in the direction of the noise.
“Henry?” She asked confused as she lowered the weapon and put it on the counter.
The tech’s hands were still in the air in front of his chest but lowered them when the metal found its place back on the counter. “Hey Ash.”
She noticed his eyes were still on the gun. “Don’t worry it was empty.”
He gulped, “I’ll be more careful next time.”
She nodded, “What are you doing down here?”
“Well,” he stepped forward, “I saw you were pushing the date up on our next supply run, so I came to see if you were all right.”
Ashley barely flinched but she knew Henry spotted it, “Peachy. I thought I would improve a little.”
He let out a chuckle, “Yeah right, you’re already the best Abnormal killer in the entire network.”
She froze, “What did you say?”
“What?” She repeated her question. “That you’re the best Abnormal--?”
“Abnormal what?” She interrupted.
Henry was confused and his face showed it, “Abnormal killer.”
Her face went purple with anger, “I’m not a killer. It’s my job. I don’t go around killing Abnormals just for the fun of it Henry.” She stopped and didn’t realize her breath was lagged.
Softly, after several moments, Henry spoke. “I didn’t mean for it to sound like that--”
Again, she interrupted, “Whatever Henry.” Abandoning her mess, she left the range.
All she heard as she retreated was “What the fuck!”
Claim: Sanctuary: Henry Foss/Ashley Magnus
Table: Custom
Prompt: Anger
Rating: PG-13
Summary: The Sanctuary’s heater is broken and Ashley goes to Henry for warmth
Warnings: N/A
Notes: This is my first Sanctuary fic and my first multi-chapter fic in a long time
Ashley had barely returned from Rome before she was in the shower. She wanted to be clean of the freak that claimed to be her father. No, it was no longer a claim, it was a definite certainty. Her mom was clear that John Druitt, Jack the Ripper himself, was her biological father.
A bolt of anger spread through her as she thought of how her mother could even care for that thing. Care enough to have me, she thought. She had too much energy and the shower hadn’t helped. She threw on a pair of sweatpants and t-shirt (no one was going to see her anyway) and pulled her hair back. She knew how to release her excess energy.
*****
Several magazines later, Ashley was still angry. She weighed her options and decided she should quit now before she started going crazy in the shooting range. She was making sure to properly dispose of everything when she heard a noise behind her. Instinctively, she grabbed the empty gun and pointed it in the direction of the noise.
“Henry?” She asked confused as she lowered the weapon and put it on the counter.
The tech’s hands were still in the air in front of his chest but lowered them when the metal found its place back on the counter. “Hey Ash.”
She noticed his eyes were still on the gun. “Don’t worry it was empty.”
He gulped, “I’ll be more careful next time.”
She nodded, “What are you doing down here?”
“Well,” he stepped forward, “I saw you were pushing the date up on our next supply run, so I came to see if you were all right.”
Ashley barely flinched but she knew Henry spotted it, “Peachy. I thought I would improve a little.”
He let out a chuckle, “Yeah right, you’re already the best Abnormal killer in the entire network.”
She froze, “What did you say?”
“What?” She repeated her question. “That you’re the best Abnormal--?”
“Abnormal what?” She interrupted.
Henry was confused and his face showed it, “Abnormal killer.”
Her face went purple with anger, “I’m not a killer. It’s my job. I don’t go around killing Abnormals just for the fun of it Henry.” She stopped and didn’t realize her breath was lagged.
Softly, after several moments, Henry spoke. “I didn’t mean for it to sound like that--”
Again, she interrupted, “Whatever Henry.” Abandoning her mess, she left the range.
All she heard as she retreated was “What the fuck!”