A Wretch That's Found
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dorksidefikerTitle: A Wretch That's Found (was Untitled sequel to Missing)
Prompt: 6. Fingers
Fandom: Young Avengers
Rating: PG-13
Notes: Anyone who wants to suggest a title, feel free.
Teddy woke up to the sound of someone opening the bedroom door. He was awake instantly, though his body didn't betray this face. Only the hand under his pillow moved, becoming something hard and razor sharp. He'd learned to sleep lightly since discovering his true heritage.
He couldn't help but think about how this wouldn't have happened last year. Billy had carefully maintained wards on their apartment, keeping those with ill intent from crossing their threshold.
The wards had unraveled after two months without Billy to tend them.
He heard someone move across the creaky old floorboards, then came to a stop at the foot of the bed.
"Teddy?"
Teddy stopped breathing, and his sat up quickly, his eyes switching to infrared. The smell of an unwashed body hit him as his eyes locked on the emaciated figure at the foot of his bed. "Billy?" His arm stretched out, wrapping around the wraith-like figure and pulling him close. "Billy?" he whispered.
Long fingers crept into Teddy's hair as Billy burried his face in Teddy's shoulder. "How long?" he croaked. "How long was I gone?" Teddy could feel a wispy beard against his skin, and hot tears sliding down his back.
"Almost a year," Teddy whispered back, his fingers running over Billy's body. He could feel the rents and tears in his uniform, and the mostly healed wounds. And Billy reeked. Teddy didn't care.
"Felt longer." Billy started to pull away, but Teddy held him tighter. "God, Ted, I'm disgusting. Leggo."
"Not yet." Teddy lay back on the bed, pulling Billy with him. "I don't care."
"Ted, please." Billy wriggled a bit. "I can't stand another minute smelling like this."
Teddy ran his hands through Billy's matted, greasy hair, assuring himself that Billy really was there before letting him go. he could feel how thin Billy had gotten, and his stomach rumbled in sympathy. "Pizza?" he suggested.
"Sounds heavenly," Billy sighed, slipping off the bed and into the bathroom. Teddy flipped on the table lamp and reached for the phone. It was still just early enough to order a pizza. He head the reassuring sound of the shower running as he put in an order for the works.
He was damn sure it wasn't a dream. The Billy in his dreams hadn't been so thin, and he sure hadn't smelled.
Teddy slipped quietly into the bathroom and perched on the toilet, watching Billy through the glass shower door. The mostly healed wounds he'd felt were livid against pale skin, but none of them looked infected. There would be scars, but this was nothing new. Billy looked up from his scrubbing and smiled shyly at Teddy. Teddy smiled back, feeling something inside him relax.
Billy was home, and it was all going to be alright.
Prompt: 6. Fingers
Fandom: Young Avengers
Rating: PG-13
Notes: Anyone who wants to suggest a title, feel free.
Teddy woke up to the sound of someone opening the bedroom door. He was awake instantly, though his body didn't betray this face. Only the hand under his pillow moved, becoming something hard and razor sharp. He'd learned to sleep lightly since discovering his true heritage.
He couldn't help but think about how this wouldn't have happened last year. Billy had carefully maintained wards on their apartment, keeping those with ill intent from crossing their threshold.
The wards had unraveled after two months without Billy to tend them.
He heard someone move across the creaky old floorboards, then came to a stop at the foot of the bed.
"Teddy?"
Teddy stopped breathing, and his sat up quickly, his eyes switching to infrared. The smell of an unwashed body hit him as his eyes locked on the emaciated figure at the foot of his bed. "Billy?" His arm stretched out, wrapping around the wraith-like figure and pulling him close. "Billy?" he whispered.
Long fingers crept into Teddy's hair as Billy burried his face in Teddy's shoulder. "How long?" he croaked. "How long was I gone?" Teddy could feel a wispy beard against his skin, and hot tears sliding down his back.
"Almost a year," Teddy whispered back, his fingers running over Billy's body. He could feel the rents and tears in his uniform, and the mostly healed wounds. And Billy reeked. Teddy didn't care.
"Felt longer." Billy started to pull away, but Teddy held him tighter. "God, Ted, I'm disgusting. Leggo."
"Not yet." Teddy lay back on the bed, pulling Billy with him. "I don't care."
"Ted, please." Billy wriggled a bit. "I can't stand another minute smelling like this."
Teddy ran his hands through Billy's matted, greasy hair, assuring himself that Billy really was there before letting him go. he could feel how thin Billy had gotten, and his stomach rumbled in sympathy. "Pizza?" he suggested.
"Sounds heavenly," Billy sighed, slipping off the bed and into the bathroom. Teddy flipped on the table lamp and reached for the phone. It was still just early enough to order a pizza. He head the reassuring sound of the shower running as he put in an order for the works.
He was damn sure it wasn't a dream. The Billy in his dreams hadn't been so thin, and he sure hadn't smelled.
Teddy slipped quietly into the bathroom and perched on the toilet, watching Billy through the glass shower door. The mostly healed wounds he'd felt were livid against pale skin, but none of them looked infected. There would be scars, but this was nothing new. Billy looked up from his scrubbing and smiled shyly at Teddy. Teddy smiled back, feeling something inside him relax.
Billy was home, and it was all going to be alright.