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alcesverdes) wrote2012-04-13 08:15 am
alcesverdes) wrote2012-04-13 08:15 am
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[The Dresden Files] Untitled
Murphy and Dresden's first meeting if she had been a highway patrol officer. Because of reasons.
(IDK, it wasmourirdemain's idea.)
Harry knew he was going to find yet-another-ticket when he came back to the Blue Beetle. This had been an emergency, after all, and no good deed went unpunished and all that jazz. He already had a collection big enough to fill a whole album, which would be a better use for them.
No, he wasn't thinking about that because he was angry. Merely stressed. And hungry. And tired. Too tired to feel any anger. But not nearly enough not to feel frustration, as he discovered when he saw the patrol officer standing right next to the Beetle. She was small in size, blonde, her face would've been way cuter if she hadn't had that frown on her face, and she was checking her watch. You didn't need outstanding detective skills to figure out what was going on.
Harry put on his brighter smile and went to face her. He needed his car, after all. "Good day, officer!" he said, hoping he hadn't overdone it with the Friendly Neighborhood Wizard routine.
"Is this your car?" she replied, cold and professional.
"Yes. Actually, it is my car," he replied sheepishly. And it had given its owner a great service, no matter what other people thought of it. Therefore, Harry thought, claiming it was the only decent thing to do.
"Well, sir, I'm agent Karrin Murphy and I'm afraid I must notify you I'm getting tired of giving you tickets."
Harry toyed with the idea of saying something like 'Well, I'm already tired of getting them.' But something in the officer's expression told him it'd be wiser to keep it to himself. Mind, he didn't do that just for anyone. "I had an emergency. Several of them," he hurried to add when he saw the officer's eyebrow raising. "It's not uncommon in my line of work."
"And what would that be? You don't look like a doctor."
"That's because I'm not one," Harry replied, unable to keep the sarcasm out of that one. "I'm a private eye," he said, detecting he'd be send to the mental ward if he said the W-word.
She remained skeptic. "That alone doesn't give you enough privileges to park here."
Well, I still wasn't going to let someone die, Harry thought. This was one of the most frustrating things about working on the mundane, mortal end of things. The best were subtle rewards like the look on the eyes of the man whose life he'd just saved. "I know, I know," he said. "But there really was an emergency."
Agent Murphy folded her arms. "Well, unless someone was being murdered, in which case you should've called the police---"
A loud noise coming from the alley behind them interrupted her. It was a roar Harry recognized immediately.
"I thought I had finish with it already," he growled before agent Murphy could ask what had been that. He turned to her. "About that backup..."
She nodded. "I'll call them."
Harry shook his head. "I was thinking more along the lines of you. It'll take them too long to get here, and believe me, we don't want that thing running amok." Agent Murphy was about to protest, so Harry kept talking. "There will be people in danger. What's more important: their lives or your precious protocol?"
Luckily, she was made of the stuff he thought she was. Harry 'Great Judge of Character' Dresden, that was him. And just in time. The creature from the Nevernever was about to come out.
"Let's go," he said, taking out his blasting rod. "I'll show you my emergency."
"This better be good," she answered as she got ready.
"Oh, you have no idea."
And, thus, it began.
~*~
Years later, they were reminiscing their first meeting, surrounded by four or five of that same creature.
"Hey, Murph, you never forgave me those tickets."
"Well, Dresden," she said as she shot one of their attackers right in the eye, "there was enough space to park your car across the street."
"Not when I got there."
"Excuses."
"That's not fair," he whined.
"I bet you don't even regret having broken the law."
He beamed. "Of course not! I got my best friend that way!"
She smiled back despite of herself, and kept on shooting.
He, too, went back to work knowing his back was covered for as long as he needed it.
(IDK, it was
mourirdemain's idea.)Harry knew he was going to find yet-another-ticket when he came back to the Blue Beetle. This had been an emergency, after all, and no good deed went unpunished and all that jazz. He already had a collection big enough to fill a whole album, which would be a better use for them.
No, he wasn't thinking about that because he was angry. Merely stressed. And hungry. And tired. Too tired to feel any anger. But not nearly enough not to feel frustration, as he discovered when he saw the patrol officer standing right next to the Beetle. She was small in size, blonde, her face would've been way cuter if she hadn't had that frown on her face, and she was checking her watch. You didn't need outstanding detective skills to figure out what was going on.
Harry put on his brighter smile and went to face her. He needed his car, after all. "Good day, officer!" he said, hoping he hadn't overdone it with the Friendly Neighborhood Wizard routine.
"Is this your car?" she replied, cold and professional.
"Yes. Actually, it is my car," he replied sheepishly. And it had given its owner a great service, no matter what other people thought of it. Therefore, Harry thought, claiming it was the only decent thing to do.
"Well, sir, I'm agent Karrin Murphy and I'm afraid I must notify you I'm getting tired of giving you tickets."
Harry toyed with the idea of saying something like 'Well, I'm already tired of getting them.' But something in the officer's expression told him it'd be wiser to keep it to himself. Mind, he didn't do that just for anyone. "I had an emergency. Several of them," he hurried to add when he saw the officer's eyebrow raising. "It's not uncommon in my line of work."
"And what would that be? You don't look like a doctor."
"That's because I'm not one," Harry replied, unable to keep the sarcasm out of that one. "I'm a private eye," he said, detecting he'd be send to the mental ward if he said the W-word.
She remained skeptic. "That alone doesn't give you enough privileges to park here."
Well, I still wasn't going to let someone die, Harry thought. This was one of the most frustrating things about working on the mundane, mortal end of things. The best were subtle rewards like the look on the eyes of the man whose life he'd just saved. "I know, I know," he said. "But there really was an emergency."
Agent Murphy folded her arms. "Well, unless someone was being murdered, in which case you should've called the police---"
A loud noise coming from the alley behind them interrupted her. It was a roar Harry recognized immediately.
"I thought I had finish with it already," he growled before agent Murphy could ask what had been that. He turned to her. "About that backup..."
She nodded. "I'll call them."
Harry shook his head. "I was thinking more along the lines of you. It'll take them too long to get here, and believe me, we don't want that thing running amok." Agent Murphy was about to protest, so Harry kept talking. "There will be people in danger. What's more important: their lives or your precious protocol?"
Luckily, she was made of the stuff he thought she was. Harry 'Great Judge of Character' Dresden, that was him. And just in time. The creature from the Nevernever was about to come out.
"Let's go," he said, taking out his blasting rod. "I'll show you my emergency."
"This better be good," she answered as she got ready.
"Oh, you have no idea."
And, thus, it began.
~*~
Years later, they were reminiscing their first meeting, surrounded by four or five of that same creature.
"Hey, Murph, you never forgave me those tickets."
"Well, Dresden," she said as she shot one of their attackers right in the eye, "there was enough space to park your car across the street."
"Not when I got there."
"Excuses."
"That's not fair," he whined.
"I bet you don't even regret having broken the law."
He beamed. "Of course not! I got my best friend that way!"
She smiled back despite of herself, and kept on shooting.
He, too, went back to work knowing his back was covered for as long as he needed it.
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Esa soy yo muriéndome del squee oh gosh
Aaaaaaaaa mis babies precious ;A; y harry y su taradez!!!! ;wwww; ugh los extraño
Gracias omg ;;;;;;;;
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"shy defendiendo a harry de criaturas mitológicas (con bonus percy?)" <- o al menos estaba en mi lista de conejos y yo no lo puse
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Fufu qué tomamos esa noche 8oooo
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Medio me acuerdo más o menos de dónde salió lo de Ban en inception, que está justo debajo, pero XD
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