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Friday Free For All

Welcome to friday! I'm stepping in today as a pinch host to start the ball rolling for todays Free For All. Remember, that means ANY fandom or crossover, ANY pairing or grouping, ANY prompt is fair game.

Please remember to be kind to your fabulous code monkeys and code your prompts correctly: Fandom, Pairing, Prompt

Examples:
Leverage/Supernatural, Parker/John Winchester, rocking chair
Burn Notice, Michael Westin/author's choice, little black book

And don't forget that if none of the prompts here tickle your fancy, we have a whole stable of lonely prompts just waiting for your attention.

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dreamsofspike
May. 5th, 2009 02:51 am (UTC)
He slips into the darkened house without turning on any lights, or doing anything else that might draw attention to himself. He's almost to the stairs when he hears her voice out of the dark, and nearly jumps out of his skin.

"Where have you been?"

He freezes, then slowly turns to face her, barely able to make out her motionless form, huddled in the living room recliner with a blanket pulled up around her shoulders. There's no mistaking the tremor of suppressed anger in her voice.

She's not even looking at him.

"I had something I had to take care of," he honestly replies. He pauses a moment, before adding, "I'm sorry, but that's all i can tell you."

She doesn't respond, just rises from her chair and moves calmly to the light switch, turning it on and flooding the room with too-bright light. She doesn't flinch or break eye contact as she moves to stand directly in front of him, studying his expression with an intensity that makes his heart race.

He forces himself not to look away.

"Look at me," she softly commands, "and tell me that I wouldn't have to decide whether or not to forgive you... if you told me where you've been all night."

"You wouldn't," he replied without hesitation, putting as much conviction as possible into his tone.

After all... it's the truth.

She wouldn't have to waste time on the decision.

She'd instantly know he was unforgivable.

She studies his face a moment longer before making a conscious, visible decision to trust -- then kisses him and heads up the stairs ahead of him.

He doesn't feel a moment of guilt for taking the life of the arms dealer he just killed.

No... it's the trust in Rita's eyes that keeps him from sleeping that night.

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