Partner

This is what happens when *I* am sleep depraved. Not quite good writing. I considered scrapping the scene but then went... no. Don't think I really can.

Hawthorne is reading Namesakes. I'm so embarassed.

Ah well. I don't delete as I think it's unfair to be like "yeah, I've got only good stories" especially when you have so many bad stories. Like... lieing to your audience.

Maybe you'll all get a few updates tomorrow morning. If I sleep. If I don't sleep... well I can't really help you as no sleep is worse than sleep deprived.

ANYWHO.

Suffice to say, I feel for Paw, I do.

Read, Review and Enjoy.





Mik slid into his seat and Paw sat on his lap.

To be annoying.

Mik turned his head just a bit to the side to see Koln, and the Sidhe granted him that much at least. Koln frowned at Paw, but moved about the room as if the Sidhe was not there.

“Each of you will be paired up with Mik and Paw at some point, this is to further your partnership with your Sidhe. To find the so called middle ground,” Koln glared at Mik, “if there is such a thing.”

“Doubt the path, the path shall doubt you,” Paw murmured sleepily, setting his head on Mik’s shoulder with a sigh.

“Why are you letting him read philosophy, Mik? Just because he’s up at night, doesn’t mean your duties stop.”

Mik poked Paw’s ribs as he growled at Koln, “don’t give me that. If he wants to read philosophy, why should I stop him? Let him watch the news instead?” Paw was nearly asleep, so Mik did as he had to and pinched the Sidhe on the hip. Paw leaped off Mik’s lap as if the man had bitten him.

Paw glared at Mik and sat beside Edno instead.

“Just because he wants to read something, doesn’t mean it’s appropriate to let him read it,” Koln responded.

“He is a thinking adult, he knows the consequences of his actions and therefore if he wants to read a book on philosophy I’ll allow him to,” Mik snapped back, “it’s not like philosophy is speed or meth.”

“Meth bad.” Paw said, yawning, “Meth like walking yellow road of all consuming…”

The Sidhe trailed off as his head drooped. Edno reached over and gave the Sidhe’s arm a light pinch. Paw screeched and rushed back to Mik, “Edno bites. Edno bites!” The Sidhe sobbed against Mik’s shoulder.

“And about that. Who the hell thinks that drugging up the Sidhe is a good idea?”

“He hadn’t slept in a week, Mik, we were concerned,” Koln responded.

“Edno said he was sleeping during the day.”

“He only started sleeping during the day after we put him to sleep the first time,” Edno murmured in response, “we didn’t take that step lightly.”

“As I recall, we all were brought into that discussion, including Wern and Galt,” Tuhn murmured, “we were each given the opportunity to speak. However… he hadn’t slept in a week.”

“Ahhhhh,” Paw moved away from Mik and laid on the floor, an arm tucked under his head for a pillow.

Koln pulled out a squirt bottle and sprayed Paw. The Sidhe screeched and rolled over.

“Jay wants to come in in two days, we need Paw upright and conscious then.”

“Well… if his nightmares are bad…” Mik muttered, “Maybe Sidhe have a cure for nightmares.”

“No,” Paw growled, “all people talk too loud. Only problem. Talk too loud. Stop talking. Let Paw sleep.”

“I’ll ask Souse,” Edno muttered.

“On that note,” Koln pulled out a clipboard, “has anyone’s Sidhe spoken at all?”

“Violet still uses the word ‘no’ constantly,” Tuhn muttered to herself, mainly, “but the other day she actually said ‘please,’ shocked the hell out of me.”

“Wha?” Paw sat up and looked at Edno, “what Edno say?”

“That I was going to tell Souse that you are still having nightmares,” Edno replied, “as he’s the only one who can speak to the others and there might be something that can be done for you.”

“Sidhe no help,” Paw snapped at Edno.

“Essuan is some sort of healer,” Koln muttered, looking over some old notes, “others come to her when they have a cut. Maybe she has something that will help him get to sleep.”

“No tell Essuan. No tell Souse,” Paw snarled.

Snarled.

Mik’s eyes narrowed as he looked over the Sidhe. Paw had gone from relaxed and almost asleep to alert, tensed and angry. Something was up.

“Paw. Why don’t you want us telling Souse?” Mik asked calmly.

“Sidhe no help, no need tell Sidhe when Sidhe no can help,” Paw snapped angrily at him before turning his attention back to Edno, “No sensing.”

“Or… is it because you told Souse that you had stopped having nightmares?” Mik muttered.

Koln’s eyes grew wide for a moment, but returned to their normal size when Paw swung his death glare from Edno, to Koln, to Mik, “No. Because Sidhe have no cure for nightmares. No bother others with stuffs that others can’t help.”

Edno cleared his throat and drew Paw’s gaze. Koln’s lips pressed into a tight line, as if the man was trying not to laugh at the ridiculousness. Mik huffed out a breath and leaned forward in his seat.

“Edno is going to tell Souse all about your nightmares, then he’s going to come talk to me, and I’ll tell him about my nightmare.”

Paw leaped upon Mik, chattering in a high pitched, angry voice as he battered at Mik ineffectually. It wasn’t meant to hurt him, more to express Paw’s anger and frustration. Koln and Edno leaped from their seats as soon as the Sidhe and man met the floor, grabbing a hold, each of them, of one of Paw’s arms and pulling and yanking him away.

Paw had enough strength to brush Edno off easily. Koln, being younger and better trained, wasn’t detached as easily. Galt must have been at the back of the room, for he was there just after Edno disappeared, and grabbed a hold of Paw’s hand and didn’t fight the Sidhe, so much as hold him still.

Not being hit any longer, Mik blinked at Paw, startled, “what was that for.”

Paw gasped out and realised what he had done, “Paw… I… Paw…”

“Let him go, come on, he’s fine, let him go,” Galt released Paw immediately, Koln was not so easy to convince. The other man reluctantly let Paw’s arm go and Mik pulled Paw into a tight embrace. The Sidhe shook all over, head to toe, “He’s tired and we pushed him. It’s okay Paw.”

“No tell Souse?”

“No, Paw, we’re still going to tell Souse,” Mik murmured, “we have to.”


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