As promised, I come bearing snibbles, i.e. drabble-sized snippets of my unfinished fics. Please enjoy, and tell me which one most interested you. That will be the one I'll be finishing and posting first.
Unbeta'd, of course, so any mistakes are my own.
“Of course,” she said, getting up and leading him to the door, but stopping him before he could open it. “Oh, one more thing: I heard from the Agency that your nanny resigned recently?”
Dom nodded. “They, ah, told me she couldn’t handle the children very well.”
“That is a problem, of course, with your job, and the school holidays so near. So who is watching the children at the moment?”
“Oh, erm…” Dom cast around for a good answer, as “some guy I met in the park yesterday” did not seem like a very smart thing to say. “My… new nanny.”
“Look at this,” said Geoff, thrusting the little article under her nose as he read it aloud. “Peter Dunham, age 28, the supposed leading man of the football firm calling themselves the Green Street Elite, was killed yesterday afternoon in a violent street fight between two rivalling gangs.”
“The Green Street Elite!” he said again at Mrs. Wainthropp’s blank expression. “Football hooligans! Our Mrs. Dunham’s precious little Petey was the leader of a bloody firm!”
“Firm? What kind of firm? You’re speaking in riddles, Geoffrey!”
“It’s a fancy word for a bunch of blokes that like to beat the crap out of each other,” said Geoff testily.
Elijah let out a strangled gasp and slid back down the door, landing ungracefully on his ass once again, his eyes wide. “Why can’t you just leave me alone?”
The stranger sighed. “I’ve told you before. Now will you please calm the fuck down?”
“Easy for you to say,” said Elijah shakily, getting up. “You’re not the one being stalked by some crazy ghost.”
“I’m not a ghost.”
“No?” Elijah actually laughed at that. “So everyone but me just suffers from selective blindness? You’d better be a ghost, pal, otherwise it’s me going insane.”
“But I’m not dead,” said the man stubbornly.
At this moment, one of the few women Dom's ship contained came running towards him.
“Beg pardon, sir,” said Miranda Otto, able seaman, saluting weakly as she caught her breath, “but me and the girls found something you really ought to see.”
Dom followed her to where the rest of the female crew were gathered around a palm tree. Cate, the tallest, was looking up and speaking in her calm, soothing voice at what Dom first thought to be an animal of some sort, maybe someone’s pet monkey, high up the tree.
But coming closer, he was shocked to see that it was a boy. A living, terrified boy.
Elijah freezes. “You remember…”
“I guessed,” says Dom. “You’re limping. So were you?”
Elijah looks up, straight into his eyes, trying to will back the tears. “Yeah, I was.”
The younger man swallows hard. “Yes. Yes, we are.”
“I like to think so, yeah.”
“Okay. And what’s your name?”
Elijah cringes inwardly at the question, even though Dom is clearly trying to be as diplomatic as possible for someone in his condition. “Elijah Wood.”
“Elijah, Elijah…” Dom says the name a few times, as if tasting it. “It feels familiar,” he admits, looking up. “And my name is… Dominic, right?”
1.: From 'Don't Give Up', Domlijah, What If... AU
2.: From 'I Sing To Life', Geoff (HWI)/Matt (GSH) crossover
3.: From 'Never Let Go', Domlijah, slightly supernatural AU
4.: From 'Ocean', Domlijah, Lotrps AU/POTC crossover
5.: From 'You're Still You', Domlijah
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