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19 March 2010 @ 07:19 pm
068 Lovers  
Title: Darkness Overwhelming
Fandom: Mystic Force
Pairing: N/A
Rating: 15
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary/Warnings: Somewhere, all wishes come true. Some things have changed since the War. Some things...haven't.
Word Count: 421 / 52 682
Author's notes: My table is here.

068 Lovers

“Udonna?” Clare ducked out of the tree—hard to reconcile the ruin with the home she’d grown up in—and surveyed the clearing. Leanbow was watching her and she flushed slightly. “I’m sorry, I was looking for Udonna.”

“I’m here, Clare.” Udonna stepped through the tree line. “What’s wrong?”

“Um, I finished the…” She closed her eyes, took a deep breath and started over. “I thought I’d go collect some stickleberries. We don’t have much actual food.”

“That’s fine, Clare. Don’t go too far.”

“Yes. I mean, no.” Clare scowled, scooping up a mostly intact basket and vanishing into the trees before either could speak.

“Your niece is a little excitable,” Leanbow observed neutrally.

“Our niece is the best apprentice I ever had,” Udonna retorted. “And one of the best people I know. But all of her life she and I have lived here alone. Now it’s the seat of the Rebellion, not the home she remembers, and I am not the aunt she knew.” She smiled. “She’ll adapt.”

“I’m sorry I missed so much of her life.” Leanbow glanced after her. “And that I make her uncomfortable now.”

Udonna smiled faintly. “Husband, we are alone together for the first time in twenty years. Do you really want to discuss Clare?”

Leanbow smiled, sheathing the sword he’d been practising with. “We could discuss…the Rebellion. The health of its’ leader, perhaps? How are you feeling, my love?”

Udonna smiled, brushing two fingers over his cheek. “Better than I have for some years.”

Clare stayed away as long as she possibly could; when she came back, basket full of the little berries, Udonna was alone in the clearing, face tipped back to the sunlight. “Udonna?” she asked hesitantly, pausing just inside the tree line.

“Yes, Clare.” Udonna looked across at her, smiling.

“Where’s Leanbow?”



Anything else she might have said was lost as the other teens arrived back from their outing, all chattering at once. They grouped around Udonna, talking excitedly about whatever it was they’d seen; only Nick paused beside her, absently stealing a berry from the basket and nibbling it. “Something wrong?”

“He’s her husband,” Clare blurted without thinking, blanching at the look on his face. “I’m…I mean, no. I’m sorry. I was thinking about something else.” She looped one arm through his, drawing him across to a fallen tree on one side of the clearing. “Tell me where you went. Why is Chip so excited?”

Nick considered her for a moment before nodding and launching into his story.