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mhalachaiTitle: New Toy -- An Inevitable missing scene
Disclaimer: Laurell K. Hamilton owns all things Anita Blake. JK Rowling owns all things Harry Potter. Inevitable is mine, however.
Rating: PG
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child_labor. Takes place in chapter three, the night after the full moon, when Nathaniel sees Harry on the couch. Nathaniel's first impression.
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There was someone new in the house. Nathaniel could smell it the second he stumbled into the building. He was so tired, after the full moon. He'd shifted back to human and all he wanted to do was sleep. A year ago, before he'd joined with Anita in her triumvirate, he'd have passed out where he fell after a shift. Now, he could hold off sleep for almost an hour. Every moon, he grew stronger, just like Anita wanted him to be.
Micah walked past Nathaniel. "Anita brought someone home," he said. "Damian left a note."
"Yeah?" Nathaniel muttered.
"Yeah." Micah clapped his hand on Nathaniel's shoulder. "I'm going to bed. Come on."
Nathaniel knew he should have followed his Nimir-Raj, to the bed they shared with Anita. But Nathaniel had a characteristic failing, common to his kind. He was curious.
His nose told Nathaniel that the person was in the living room. Wearily putting one foot in front of the other, Nathaniel trudged through the hall and into the living room. There was someone stretched out on the sofa, fast asleep.
Nathaniel made it to the carpet by the edge of the sofa before he collapsed onto his knees. Blinking a few times to focus, Nathaniel examined the person closely. It was a boy, not much younger than he was. From the smell of it, the boy was bleeding somewhere, but the wound was several hours old. Anita probably brought the kid home after he was hurt.
A tiny squiggle of worry worming its way into his stomach, Nathaniel leaned closer to the boy. He was quite attractive, in young-looking way, Nathaniel thought, examining him with a professional eye. Taller than Nathaniel, slender under his clothes, full of potential.
Nathaniel took a deep breath to push the panic out of his head. Anita wasn't going to get tired of him, and replace him with this kid. She wouldn't. She didn't do kids, and Nathaniel knew Anita well enough to know that this boy would look like a kid to her.
No matter his amazing cheekbones, or the strength that must lay in those tapered hands.
Anita loves me, Nathaniel told himself firmly. She said she loves me and she means it. And she knows how much I love her.
As if summoned by his thoughts, Anita's footsteps sounded softly behind him. Nathaniel didn't turn around, not yet. He couldn't look at her when he was like this. He always had to steady himself before he looked at Anita. She was everything to him.
The boy sighed, and his eyelids fluttered open. He started up at Nathaniel steadily, blood rising to his cheeks. Nathaniel frowned. The boy's eyes were a brilliant green, exactly like Damian's eyes. How could it be possible that someone else had eyes like Damian?
Anita cleared her throat, and the boy jerked his head around to look at her. Nathaniel steeled himself, and slowly turned his head.
Her hair was messy, and her skin was still rosy with sleep. Anita was Nathaniel's world, and she was so close he could almost taste her. If he blinked, she might vanish into a dream.
"Morning, Harry," Anita said. "I see you've met Nathaniel."
The boy, Harry, reached over his head to grab his glasses. He flinched as his arm moved, and Nathaniel scented a fresh rush of blood. So soon after the change, Nathaniel had to work hard on not going to the boy to taste his blood. Nathaniel made himself stare at Damian's eyes in Harry's face, concentrating on not moving.
"Harry, we should get you back to your guardians," Anita continued.
"All right," Harry said, sitting up. He stared at Nathaniel until Nathaniel stood up.
"I'm going to get some sleep," Nathaniel said quietly. He stared at her, wanting to ask her what she was going to do with Harry, if she wanted someone new in her life, if she still loved him.
For her part, Anita didn't understand any of it. She never did.
A wave of exhaustion that had little to do with sleep washed over Nathaniel. He turned back to Harry. "It was nice to meet you," he lied. He wanted to tell this boy to leave, to get away from his Nimir-Ra, his woman, his life.
But since Anita apparently wanted Harry there, Nathaniel held his tongue.
"It was nice to meet you as well," Harry said sincerely. He smelled as if he was telling the truth.. Nathaniel tried to pull some reason back into his head and push the leopard away. Harry was a kid. Anita didn't do kids. Anita loved Nathaniel. She came home every night to Nathaniel, and she'd come home to him that night as well.
Sleep. Nathaniel needed sleep to get these jealous thoughts out of his head. No more thoughts of sleeping beautiful green-eyed boys with strong hands.
Without another word, Nathaniel turned and went to the bedroom. He heard Anita's voice behind him, and the boy's uncertain answer.
Nathaniel barely made it to the bed before collapsing, curling up against Micah's chest. If the boy was still here later, he'd worry about it then. Until then....
Sleep.
--fin
Disclaimer: Laurell K. Hamilton owns all things Anita Blake. JK Rowling owns all things Harry Potter. Inevitable is mine, however.
Rating: PG
Note: A missing scene for
child_labor. Takes place in chapter three, the night after the full moon, when Nathaniel sees Harry on the couch. Nathaniel's first impression.There was someone new in the house. Nathaniel could smell it the second he stumbled into the building. He was so tired, after the full moon. He'd shifted back to human and all he wanted to do was sleep. A year ago, before he'd joined with Anita in her triumvirate, he'd have passed out where he fell after a shift. Now, he could hold off sleep for almost an hour. Every moon, he grew stronger, just like Anita wanted him to be.
Micah walked past Nathaniel. "Anita brought someone home," he said. "Damian left a note."
"Yeah?" Nathaniel muttered.
"Yeah." Micah clapped his hand on Nathaniel's shoulder. "I'm going to bed. Come on."
Nathaniel knew he should have followed his Nimir-Raj, to the bed they shared with Anita. But Nathaniel had a characteristic failing, common to his kind. He was curious.
His nose told Nathaniel that the person was in the living room. Wearily putting one foot in front of the other, Nathaniel trudged through the hall and into the living room. There was someone stretched out on the sofa, fast asleep.
Nathaniel made it to the carpet by the edge of the sofa before he collapsed onto his knees. Blinking a few times to focus, Nathaniel examined the person closely. It was a boy, not much younger than he was. From the smell of it, the boy was bleeding somewhere, but the wound was several hours old. Anita probably brought the kid home after he was hurt.
A tiny squiggle of worry worming its way into his stomach, Nathaniel leaned closer to the boy. He was quite attractive, in young-looking way, Nathaniel thought, examining him with a professional eye. Taller than Nathaniel, slender under his clothes, full of potential.
Nathaniel took a deep breath to push the panic out of his head. Anita wasn't going to get tired of him, and replace him with this kid. She wouldn't. She didn't do kids, and Nathaniel knew Anita well enough to know that this boy would look like a kid to her.
No matter his amazing cheekbones, or the strength that must lay in those tapered hands.
Anita loves me, Nathaniel told himself firmly. She said she loves me and she means it. And she knows how much I love her.
As if summoned by his thoughts, Anita's footsteps sounded softly behind him. Nathaniel didn't turn around, not yet. He couldn't look at her when he was like this. He always had to steady himself before he looked at Anita. She was everything to him.
The boy sighed, and his eyelids fluttered open. He started up at Nathaniel steadily, blood rising to his cheeks. Nathaniel frowned. The boy's eyes were a brilliant green, exactly like Damian's eyes. How could it be possible that someone else had eyes like Damian?
Anita cleared her throat, and the boy jerked his head around to look at her. Nathaniel steeled himself, and slowly turned his head.
Her hair was messy, and her skin was still rosy with sleep. Anita was Nathaniel's world, and she was so close he could almost taste her. If he blinked, she might vanish into a dream.
"Morning, Harry," Anita said. "I see you've met Nathaniel."
The boy, Harry, reached over his head to grab his glasses. He flinched as his arm moved, and Nathaniel scented a fresh rush of blood. So soon after the change, Nathaniel had to work hard on not going to the boy to taste his blood. Nathaniel made himself stare at Damian's eyes in Harry's face, concentrating on not moving.
"Harry, we should get you back to your guardians," Anita continued.
"All right," Harry said, sitting up. He stared at Nathaniel until Nathaniel stood up.
"I'm going to get some sleep," Nathaniel said quietly. He stared at her, wanting to ask her what she was going to do with Harry, if she wanted someone new in her life, if she still loved him.
For her part, Anita didn't understand any of it. She never did.
A wave of exhaustion that had little to do with sleep washed over Nathaniel. He turned back to Harry. "It was nice to meet you," he lied. He wanted to tell this boy to leave, to get away from his Nimir-Ra, his woman, his life.
But since Anita apparently wanted Harry there, Nathaniel held his tongue.
"It was nice to meet you as well," Harry said sincerely. He smelled as if he was telling the truth.. Nathaniel tried to pull some reason back into his head and push the leopard away. Harry was a kid. Anita didn't do kids. Anita loved Nathaniel. She came home every night to Nathaniel, and she'd come home to him that night as well.
Sleep. Nathaniel needed sleep to get these jealous thoughts out of his head. No more thoughts of sleeping beautiful green-eyed boys with strong hands.
Without another word, Nathaniel turned and went to the bedroom. He heard Anita's voice behind him, and the boy's uncertain answer.
Nathaniel barely made it to the bed before collapsing, curling up against Micah's chest. If the boy was still here later, he'd worry about it then. Until then....
Sleep.
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Date: 2006-01-17 03:04 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-17 03:12 am (UTC)(I've got Inevitable on the braaain...)
Who'da thought
Date: 2006-01-17 04:42 am (UTC)And I'm glad you've got inevitable on the brain, makes my life so much easier not having to beg for more chapters all the time ;) (That's right, I have no pride)
Re: Who'da thought
Date: 2006-01-17 04:47 am (UTC)My story must out! At least, that's what I tell myself. I say it's practice, right? Right.
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Date: 2006-01-17 05:14 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-17 05:34 am (UTC)Oh yes. In contrast to Anita, Nathaniel deliberatley looks to similarities between himself and Harry. Anita refuses to see the pile of similarities, or did until everyone and his dog told her to knock it off.
Really, Nathaniel can be the smartest of the set at times :)
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Date: 2006-01-17 05:37 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-17 05:48 am (UTC)Nathaniel always knew that Anita was attracted to him, even when he was only 18 and looked rather young. Anita fought it for a while, but Nathaniel had her all figured out. He was happy with it at the time, but turn that around, put another young man on Anita's couch, and Nathaniel is jealous.
Definitely went about keeping his competition pretty close, didn't he?
Yes, he did. But at the same time, Nathaniel got to know Harry and came to realize what a god guy he was. Without realizing it, Nathaniel found a friend in Harry, and he also realized that no matter Harry's role in Anita's life, she wouldn't push him away.
Aw.
Now, let's give Inevitable about 10 chapters and turn that on its head, shall we?
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Date: 2006-01-17 04:33 pm (UTC)I really look forward to you getting to romance on Harry's side. Everyone else is getting it but him so far, and I think everyone is wondering if he'll end up with Anita too. *grin* Although, I think the pairing I like most is Harry, Melanie and another girl. The funny thing is, I have several options for that third spot, but they all come from the Anita Blake universe.
Last thing, one error I found (unless Nathaniel was claiming Harry).
He wanted to tell his boy to leave, to get away from his Nimir-Ra, his woman, his life.
"his boy"?? Should it be 'this boy'?
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Date: 2006-01-17 06:10 pm (UTC)Romance? Harry? Okay, sure, one day... but it'll sneak up on you, I swear.
That last bit was an error. I'll fix it, thanks.
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Date: 2006-01-20 10:31 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-20 08:10 pm (UTC)Yay!
Date: 2006-11-03 03:54 am (UTC)