2004-08-21

Freedom

[Takes place two mornings after the raid, the day after the Jo(h)nnies had lunch. Also the day after Christian got punched out by Harry.]

Johnny swung Hera's saddle up onto the fence, then hung the pad and bridle next to it. Murmuring to her about what a good girl she'd been, he wiped off most of the sweat with handfuls of straw before he began working on her seriously with a brush. "...strong and smart, aren't you, darlin'?"

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Ambush!

[A continuation of the scene where Christian gives Johnny his papers.]

Johnny felt his face burning. All he could think was, He's so nice. "Ummm," he said. He couldn't think what to say, how to respond. He finally just swayed forward and leaned against Christian's broad chest, his arms still at his sides, just taking comfort in the warm body against his and the shoulder under his cheek. "Thanks," he murmured.

Christian folded his arms around Johnny and rested his head on top of the soft fall of hair, strands blown by the breeze tickling his cheek. "No thanks," he said. "Just the truth."




Just holding Johnny was nice. The kid felt like instant comfort and his headache receded, just a little more. Christian could have stood there for quite some time, but just then, drops of rain spattered across the side of his face and he lifted his head looking skywards. Funny. No clouds.

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Email: Sean to David.

Fast warning, mate. Sorry to be an indian giver, to take a responsibility off you only to give it right back. . . but you're Votary again. For a Return.

Part-time and only for a short time, but . . .


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Mate, it's . . . Will.

runs and hides

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