Challenge# 2 Story Telling (Lee/Morag)
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Title: Story Telling
Author: phil_urich
Word Count: 750 or so
Characters: Lee Jordan and Morag MacDougal
Challenge: "It was a dark and stormy night"
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Don‘t own it.
A/N: Wrote a story that I haven’t posted yet where there’s odd interaction between Lee and Morag that I hadn’t expected and I just thought I’d write a story about the two of them so I could say I’d done it.
“It was a dark and stormy night,” he heard her say as he stepped into the dimly lit library from the side entrance. He could just barely make out her form and those of several small children sitting at her feet by the light of a single candle. None of the children registered his entrance, their eyes and ears were glued to the story forming in front of them. He smiled briefly at her once his eyes had adjusted to the lack of light, but she made no sign of recognition. “It spoils the story,” she’d told him.
He watched the children starting to twitch and look about the room for a blood thirsty highwayman. Morag continued the story in a hushed tone that spoke of decrepit creatures and all sorts of other beasties that roamed the night. He could empathize with them as she’d told him the same story when he was sixteen and she was fourteen. He’d checked under his bed for a week afterwards, always sure that the highway man might be waiting underneath for a chance to slit his throat.
He could hear the story nearing its conclusion by the slight rise in her voice, from a ghostly chant to a nearly hysterical tone of voice. A few children screamed, others looked about fearfully and a few quickly gathered closer to Morag’s feet. In Lee’s opinion the latter were the smarter ones of the group. If the highwayman had been real, and he wasn’t entirely sure it wasn’t, for Morag had never told him whether the tale was true or not, he would rather have had Morag defending him than anyone else, even Harry Potter.
After the single candle had dimmed to nothing and the library’s lights had come back on he saw the children waking as if from a very bad dream. Most of them scurried off to whatever activity had brought them to the library in the first place while two or three stayed behind to ask ‘The Story Lady’, as Morag was titled at the Library, where they might be able to find more stories like she’d just told. Lee rolled his eyes at that. If there was ever a way to get Morag talking for hours on end it was to bring up folklore.
Finding an old favorite book of his among the shelves in the reference section, he settled into one of the couches he and Morag had donated to the library the year before and began to read. It wasn’t five minutes though before he felt a pleasant weight settle on his shoulders. Seeing a pair of hands clasped in front of him, Lee leaned forward and kissed the knuckle of her thumb on her right hand.
“Mmm, are you ready dear,” she said, her voice dropping into her normal Scottish brogue.
“Yeah,” Lee said as he closed the book and stood up. “Just figured those girls would have you gobbing on for a few more hours,” he said with a smile.
“Nae, not on ma anniversary anyways,” she said truthfully. “So whit we daein on the nicht?”
“I thought dinner followed by a nice hot bath might be in order. Perhaps you could tell us a tale or two while we eat some of the marvelous chocolates I got last week when I was announcing for the Belgium-Wales match.”
“Soonds lovely, are you ready to lea?”
“Very much so,” Lee said as he sat the book down on the arm of the couch.
“Ey noo, you can’t be pit’n that book thare,” Morag said, her hand already reaching out to grab the book.
Lee pulled her aside before she could touch it though and began to escort her out of the library despite her protests. “No, no it’s alright. I know the librarian personally. She’ll understand once I tell her what happened.”
“Oh really noo, and whit’s that?”
“Well I had a sudden urge to take my wife home and ravage her face and body with kisses.”
“Ravage,” Morag said breathlessly as she stopped protesting their sudden departure.
“Yes, you know, ravage. To wreak havoc on and all that othe-“ Lee said, stopping when he felt Morag’s hand over his mouth.
“Less gabbing Jordan , more apparating.”
Lee smiled at that. “Yes ma’am”
Author: phil_urich
Word Count: 750 or so
Characters: Lee Jordan and Morag MacDougal
Challenge: "It was a dark and stormy night"
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Don‘t own it.
A/N: Wrote a story that I haven’t posted yet where there’s odd interaction between Lee and Morag that I hadn’t expected and I just thought I’d write a story about the two of them so I could say I’d done it.
“It was a dark and stormy night,” he heard her say as he stepped into the dimly lit library from the side entrance. He could just barely make out her form and those of several small children sitting at her feet by the light of a single candle. None of the children registered his entrance, their eyes and ears were glued to the story forming in front of them. He smiled briefly at her once his eyes had adjusted to the lack of light, but she made no sign of recognition. “It spoils the story,” she’d told him.
He watched the children starting to twitch and look about the room for a blood thirsty highwayman. Morag continued the story in a hushed tone that spoke of decrepit creatures and all sorts of other beasties that roamed the night. He could empathize with them as she’d told him the same story when he was sixteen and she was fourteen. He’d checked under his bed for a week afterwards, always sure that the highway man might be waiting underneath for a chance to slit his throat.
He could hear the story nearing its conclusion by the slight rise in her voice, from a ghostly chant to a nearly hysterical tone of voice. A few children screamed, others looked about fearfully and a few quickly gathered closer to Morag’s feet. In Lee’s opinion the latter were the smarter ones of the group. If the highwayman had been real, and he wasn’t entirely sure it wasn’t, for Morag had never told him whether the tale was true or not, he would rather have had Morag defending him than anyone else, even Harry Potter.
After the single candle had dimmed to nothing and the library’s lights had come back on he saw the children waking as if from a very bad dream. Most of them scurried off to whatever activity had brought them to the library in the first place while two or three stayed behind to ask ‘The Story Lady’, as Morag was titled at the Library, where they might be able to find more stories like she’d just told. Lee rolled his eyes at that. If there was ever a way to get Morag talking for hours on end it was to bring up folklore.
Finding an old favorite book of his among the shelves in the reference section, he settled into one of the couches he and Morag had donated to the library the year before and began to read. It wasn’t five minutes though before he felt a pleasant weight settle on his shoulders. Seeing a pair of hands clasped in front of him, Lee leaned forward and kissed the knuckle of her thumb on her right hand.
“Mmm, are you ready dear,” she said, her voice dropping into her normal Scottish brogue.
“Yeah,” Lee said as he closed the book and stood up. “Just figured those girls would have you gobbing on for a few more hours,” he said with a smile.
“Nae, not on ma anniversary anyways,” she said truthfully. “So whit we daein on the nicht?”
“I thought dinner followed by a nice hot bath might be in order. Perhaps you could tell us a tale or two while we eat some of the marvelous chocolates I got last week when I was announcing for the Belgium-Wales match.”
“Soonds lovely, are you ready to lea?”
“Very much so,” Lee said as he sat the book down on the arm of the couch.
“Ey noo, you can’t be pit’n that book thare,” Morag said, her hand already reaching out to grab the book.
Lee pulled her aside before she could touch it though and began to escort her out of the library despite her protests. “No, no it’s alright. I know the librarian personally. She’ll understand once I tell her what happened.”
“Oh really noo, and whit’s that?”
“Well I had a sudden urge to take my wife home and ravage her face and body with kisses.”
“Ravage,” Morag said breathlessly as she stopped protesting their sudden departure.
“Yes, you know, ravage. To wreak havoc on and all that othe-“ Lee said, stopping when he felt Morag’s hand over his mouth.
“Less gabbing Jordan , more apparating.”
Lee smiled at that. “Yes ma’am”
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