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19 October 2009 @ 08:07 pm
035 Shattered  
Title: Darkness Overwhelming
Fandom: Mystic Force
Pairing: N/A
Rating: 15
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary/Warnings: Somewhere, all wishes come true. Nick tells Xander some home truths.
Word Count: 590 / 52 682
Author's notes: My table is here.




035 Shattered

When Xander woke, it felt like he hadn’t slept. Every part of him ached, and despite the fire close by he was shivering.

“It’s the shock, still,” Clare said from somewhere close by. He couldn’t bring himself to open his eyes and see where she was.

“Still?” he asked, clenching his teeth to keep them from chattering.

“Yeah. It should get better in a little while, now that you’re awake. Can you sit up? I have soup.”

“Yay, soup,” he muttered, getting his elbows under himself with some difficulty. “Haven’t you run out yet?”

“Soup’s easy. The wall’s behind you.”

Xander eased back, wincing at the pain in his side. “How’s Maddie?”

Clare glanced over her shoulder. “She hasn’t woken up yet.”

Xander blinked. “Nick said she was awake last night.”

“Um…” Clare blinked. “Oh! Right. She was, for a while, but she went back to sleep and we can’t get her to wake up. We’re just keeping…What are you doing? Come back here!”

Xander ignored her, though he was careful to prop the bowl of soup so it wouldn’t spill as he moved. Maddie was flushed, though that might have been the fire, and there was a slight catch in her breathing.

He didn’t look up when Nick crouched beside him. “You lied.”

“Yeah,” Nick agreed easily. “We don’t need you sick as well, man.”

“She never woke up.”

“No.”

Xander brushed a lock of hair off Maddie’s forehead. “She’s warm.”

“Yeah. The girls think she’s sick.”

“And you didn’t tell me.”

“No, cause you would have sat up all night with her and then you’d be sick too. Look at you, man, even after…” He squinted up at the window, frowning. “Six hours sleep, you can’t sit upright.”

“That’s not the point, I need to know about…”

“It is the point,” Nick interrupted. “You’re a great leader, Xander, but you have to lean on us. You’re not on your own in this.” Xander didn’t answer, and Nick added, “Let us carry some of it. You’re angry at yourself for not getting Maddie in earlier, but you couldn’t have, Xander. She’d have been caught and so would we.”

“She’s sick…”

“She’s free. We can handle the rest of it.” Nick glanced down at Maddie, sighing. “Let the girls do what they’re doing. Come and eat something, you’re upsetting Clare.”

“Well, there’s enough of us upset.” Xander held out a hand; Nick rose, helping him up and supporting him back to the pallet. Clare was still there, patiently holding the bowl of soup.

“Thanks, Clare,” Xander murmured, leaning his head back against the wall. He was absolutely shattered, barely able to keep his thoughts straight.

“Xander, eat before you sleep,” Clare coaxed him. “You’ll sleep much better, I promise.”

“Why, did you lace it?” he managed, taking the bowl.

“N…no!” Clare didn’t look at him, though, and he could sense Nick looming in case he needed to intervene again.

“Shame,” he muttered, scooping up some of the soup. “Apparently I need sleep.”

Clare smiled, a little uncertainly, and left him to finish the soup. Xander managed about four more spoons before he couldn’t hold it up anymore.

“Good thing none of us hold grudges,” he said idly.

“Why?” Nick asked, taking the bowl away before he could upset it.

“None of us would be talking to any of us.”

“Get some sleep, and then try that again. It’s not making much sense.”

“Doesn’t make sense in here,” Xander agreed, slumping down a little further. “Ni—morning.”

Nick laughed softly. “Morning."