FICLET: "A Little Rain," James/Remus, PG
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stephanometra"It looks ugly out there, Prongs," Peter says, looking out the window at the sky.
James pushes aside the tattered curtains and frowns. Black clouds obscure what ought to be a lovely sunrise, and the air is thick and humid. "Going to be a hell of a storm, yeah."
"Damn." Peter hates thunderstorms, has hated them since the first time it stormed during the night of the full, and he clearly wants to bolt.
Remus shifts on the broken bed, moaning softly, and Peter winces.
"Look, Pete, you go on ahead. I'll take care of him."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
"Alright." He casts about for his shoes, picking them up and slipping them on. "What should I tell Sirius?"
"Tell him…" that it was another shite moon without him, that Remus looks like hell and he had damn well better feel guilty about it "…tell him we'll be along."
"I can do that." And he's out the door, no doubt going as fast as his legs can carry him so that he can be in bed before the lightning starts.
James turns back to the bed. "S'about to rain, Moony."
Remus opens one eye and regards James solemnly. "So I heard."
"D'you want to wait it out?"
He shakes his head. "I'm a dangerous Dark Creature, Prongs. What's a little rain?"
"Yeah." He helps Remus up out of bed and hands him his trousers, and then it's down the creaky stairs and through the darkened tunnel. It's slow going, and Remus isn't really walking so much as hobbling along using James as a crutch, but James doesn't mind.
Thirty seconds after they clear the tunnel and start the long trek across the grounds back to the castle, it starts to rain, gently at first and then a bit harder.
Remus starts to shiver, even though his cloak has a proper Impervius to keep out the water, even though it's June and the muggy air isn't cold, and leans on James a little more heavily.
"Can you make it?" James says, concerned.
Remus' feet falter even as he nods, but James steadies him before he falls. "Stupid moon," he says, blinking the rain out of his eyes.
"Yeah, stupid moon," James agrees.
"Thanks for this."
"It's nothing."
"No, it's definitely something."
And as Remus grips his arm a little too tight and leans a little too far into the heat of James' body, James thinks that yeah, it might just be something after all.
James pushes aside the tattered curtains and frowns. Black clouds obscure what ought to be a lovely sunrise, and the air is thick and humid. "Going to be a hell of a storm, yeah."
"Damn." Peter hates thunderstorms, has hated them since the first time it stormed during the night of the full, and he clearly wants to bolt.
Remus shifts on the broken bed, moaning softly, and Peter winces.
"Look, Pete, you go on ahead. I'll take care of him."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
"Alright." He casts about for his shoes, picking them up and slipping them on. "What should I tell Sirius?"
"Tell him…" that it was another shite moon without him, that Remus looks like hell and he had damn well better feel guilty about it "…tell him we'll be along."
"I can do that." And he's out the door, no doubt going as fast as his legs can carry him so that he can be in bed before the lightning starts.
James turns back to the bed. "S'about to rain, Moony."
Remus opens one eye and regards James solemnly. "So I heard."
"D'you want to wait it out?"
He shakes his head. "I'm a dangerous Dark Creature, Prongs. What's a little rain?"
"Yeah." He helps Remus up out of bed and hands him his trousers, and then it's down the creaky stairs and through the darkened tunnel. It's slow going, and Remus isn't really walking so much as hobbling along using James as a crutch, but James doesn't mind.
Thirty seconds after they clear the tunnel and start the long trek across the grounds back to the castle, it starts to rain, gently at first and then a bit harder.
Remus starts to shiver, even though his cloak has a proper Impervius to keep out the water, even though it's June and the muggy air isn't cold, and leans on James a little more heavily.
"Can you make it?" James says, concerned.
Remus' feet falter even as he nods, but James steadies him before he falls. "Stupid moon," he says, blinking the rain out of his eyes.
"Yeah, stupid moon," James agrees.
"Thanks for this."
"It's nothing."
"No, it's definitely something."
And as Remus grips his arm a little too tight and leans a little too far into the heat of James' body, James thinks that yeah, it might just be something after all.
