Misfire

les-trois-petites-putes:

once-there-was-a-princess:

keepyourpantson-princey:

doctor-facilier:

He bit the inside of his cheek, rolling his shoulders back as he watched his love.  Tapping his foot once, he turned, making his way.  ”I’m leavin’, Claudia.” He stated, not in the mood.  He moved out of the front yard, already feeling anger rise in him. He simply opened the door, stepping outside and heading home, not seeing if Claudia followed or not.

“Can you stand, my dear?” he asked, sliding his hands under her shoulders and lifted her up, letting her rest against his chest. He watched Facilier leave with a small smirk but said nothing. Then, he realized that he had yet to thank Milo and he glanced over at Milo. “Thank you, Milo. For every thing.” 

Snow nodded, “Yes, I think I can,” she wrapped an arm around him to support herself and sat up. She called out her thanks to Facilier as he left, not knowing if he heard her, and looked back to Milo, smiling. “How can I ever repay you?”

Claudia looked between Facilier and Milo, torn between the two. Milo had just been the hero while Facilier had been the cause of the problem. Quite frankly, she felt caught in the middle of all of this. 

But, her loyalty to her fiance won out. “I better go,” she whispered, slowly standing. “If any of you ever need anything, please don’t hesitate to call on me. I’ll be happy to assist you,” she reminded them before hurrying out the back gate. She might be going home, but not with Facilier. She needed some time to think.

Milo got up. Slowly, but he would easily be able to recover. “I think I better head out too. And really, it’s no problem, you don’t need to repay me. Besides, James I owed you for saving my life. I would say this makes us even, so you don’t owe me anything.” He really needed to go to bed so he didn’t want to linger long. “I’m glad I was just able to help.”

Misfire

les-trois-petites-putes:

once-there-was-a-princess:

keepyourpantson-princey:

doctor-facilier:

He took the thread, only to look at Milo, arching one brow.  He watched, a bit curious as the man took out a crystal.  He watched, wondering where exactly Milo had gotten such a treasure, but said nothing about it, figuring he’s said enough.  He looked over towards James, uncertain, before he turned to Claudia, “Y’all wanna leave or stay?” He said, voice deadpan.

James looked up at Milo, rubbing away his tears before he looked back down at Snow, brushing her hair back. “No, I never should have hurt you,” he said through his tears. He shook his head, his hands still playing with her hair. “I’ll never do it again, my love. I promise. My Dove,” his voice was desperate. He didn’t want to lose her, not again. Not for real. 

When Milo performed his miracle James couldn’t help but gasp. Normally, he would have asked Milo how he was feeling but he was too absorbed by Snow to care. “My Dove?” he asked. “Dove, how are you feeling?”

Snow looked up at him lovingly, producing a weak smile. She felt whole again, with the exception of the bullet hole. She reached up and caressed his cheek softly. “I love you,” she said. And she meant it.

All of a sudden, the pain vanished, left behind by a warm, almost tingly sensation around the wound. She looked over, really seeing everyone for the first time. She rested her hand on Milo’s and whispered, “Thank you.” He didn’t know how grateful she was, but she planned on making it up to him somehow.

She turned back to James and smiled, “I’m- much better actually…strange…”

“Dr. Thatch,” Claudia gasped, “You really are a miracle worker.” She ignored Facilier’s question and crouched by Milo, gently touching his shoulder. “Are you going to be all right, Dr. Thatch?” she asked, slightly concerned. 

He only relaxed when he was sure that the woman, now who he is assuming to be the wife James had mentioned at some point, seemed to be fine. Good. At least he wasn’t too late. He nodded his head in recognition of her thank you, but otherwise simply sat out of the way. He didn’t wish to disturb the couple’s moment after all. In a way it kind of reminded him of when Kida was one with the crystal. He understood James’ pain all too well.

The counselor almost didn’t hear Claudia as he found himself lost in thought. “Hm? Oh I-I’ll be fine. Just a little… tired.” He would insist on her calling him Milo instead of Dr. Thatch, but now it wasn’t really worth it to mention this.

Misfire

les-trois-petites-putes:

once-there-was-a-princess:

keepyourpantson-princey:

doctor-facilier:

He looked over, casually watching at Snow fell.  He was used to gunfire, and very used to people get hurt.  It wasn’t until Claudia ran over to him, tugging at him, did he move off of James, helping him up.  He tugged the other closer to him, murmuring, “This is a warnin’, do anything like this again and I’ll make sure both you an’ ya fuckin’ princess is dead.”

He pushed him away, hand in pockets.  His eyebrows rose as he saw Milo, wondering just how many were invited to this body.  Grunting, he moved foward, “G’evenin’, Mr. Thatch.” He went on one knee, looking over Snow.  He clicked his tug, digging into his jacket.  He applied an ointment, before he reached back into his pocket, oddly calm about the whole ordeal.  Using tweezers, the best he had at the moment, he worked on getting the bullet out, able to do it, looking it over, as he stood.  ”Go find thread.” He stated, casually.

James watched with utter horror as he watched Snow fall. His mind ceased to work for a moment as he processed what had just happened. He shot his wife. He. Shot. His. Wife. Why did he even think he could use that gun in the first place? He should have wasted that last bullet on the target. Had he, Snow wouldn’t be on the ground in agonizing pain. 

He was pulled from his thoughts when Facilier tugged him up and quite honestly didn’t hear his threat. Once he was released, he ran over to Snow as fast as his legs could carry him, falling to his knees beside her. “Snow, my love,” he croaked, letting out a small noise when he saw the blood. “My darling this shouldn’t have happened to you, you shouldn’t have been here. You’re supposed to move on…” he said softly. Tears were streaming down his face and he didn’t care who saw them. 

He lifted her hand to his lips and gently squeezed it as Facilier approached. He talked to her softly as he fished out the bullet, silently swearing at himself for letting this happen. 

He heard nothing around him. At that moment it was just him and the light of his life. Though he feared that light was dimming quickly.

Everything was a blur. Dark spots clouded her vision, threatening to render her unconscious. She could hear voices, but the only one she cared about was James’. She took his hand, giving it a squeeze. The other reached up and wiped his tears away, “I…should never have…left you,” she gasped.

She cried out in pain as Facilier pulled out the bullet from her side, squeezing James’ hand harder. She was so glad he was there with her. It gave her at least some sort of comfort, knowing he cared.

Claudia followed them, biting down on her lip as she watched Facilier work. She shook her head, looking away. it reminded her too much of her sisters abuse. But, she relayed his instructions to another servant and they quickly returned with thread for him. 

“Facilier,” she mumbled, handing him the thread and needle that was supplied. “Here.” 

She watched James rest his head on Snow’s shoulder, still whispering to her and she couldn’t help but look at Facilier, wondering if he would do the same if it had happened to her. 

“D-Doctor Facilier? Claudia?” They were here? Why? Well it didn’t really matter. They could easily be James’ friends as well. But there were more important things to worry about. He looked at the wound and knew that the woman needed this wound closed 5 minutes ago. “Doctor… I don’t think we’ll be needed that.” He gently pushed the man’s needle and thread aside and took his crystal out from under his shirt. Unwrapping the object revealed it’s soft blue glow to those present. Biting his lip hoping it would work, Milo carefully touched the crystal around the edges of the hole and placed his hand on top. The glow permeated underneath his hand, causing a warm and soothing sensation. Due to the severity of the wound, it took him a few minutes before he felt the skin reconnect under his palm. He knew she would still be weak from blood loss, but at least she won’t lose any more. He himself felt pretty tired after the ordeal and went from a crouching position to sit down there on the ground.

Misfire

les-trois-petites-putes:

once-there-was-a-princess:

keepyourpantson-princey:

doctor-facilier:

He blinked at James, slowly.  Then he proceeded to slam him into the ground.  He hissed, low in his throat.  ”Y’all have a fuckin’ death wish?  I should let my shadows fucking rip ya skin off ya damn body, pull out ya eyes, and make ya watch.  How the fuck does that sound?”

He glared down at the man, violet eyes glowing as his fists clenched onto the shirt tighter, tempted to simply take the gun he was still holding and shoot his face into oblivion.

The prince wasn’t sure why he said what he did. Perhaps it was because he enjoyed watching the anger on another’s face. Or perhaps it was because he wanted to die. Is Snow White was out of his life forever and he was now doomed to go from woman to woman, never to be satisfied by his wife’s touch ever again. 

So, when Facilier threw him to the ground, he grinned. But his hand squeezed the trigger and the last bullet of the gun flew from the barrel, flying toward the garden.

Oh this was bad. It was worse than she thought. She knew she had to do something when she saw Facilier slam James to the ground. She rushed out from behind the bush, hoping to knock Facilier off of him somehow. But the gun fired…

Searing pain shot through her side. A gasp escaped her lips, realizing too late what had happened. She collapsed to the ground, doubling over, as the pain really began to kick in.

Claudia screamed loudly at the gun fire, running out from her hiding spot before she realized that James’ little princess had been shot. While she was slightly relieved, she still let out a horrified scream. She could see the horror in James’ eyes and she ran over to Facilier, tugging at his arms. 

“Let him go!” she screamed. “HIs lady is hurt, let him go to her!” 

Milo was exhausted to be sure, however he hadn’t spoken to James since the man was kind enough to rescue him and house him. He honestly felt that a visit was in order. Choosing to walk he set out on his journey to the man’s castle. His crystal he decided to keep with him ever since he returned home. It was much safer for both him and the crystal this way, he simply wrapped it in a cloth to conceal the glow from under his shirt. 

After approaching the front door a servant let him in and informed him that James was in the backyard and pointed the way for him. Nodding his thanks, Milo made his way to the garden and quickly found a gruesome scene. Blood. He saw blood. The mere sight of it made him pale. A poor woman lay on the ground and the linguist cringed in sympathetic agony. Suddenly he remembered his crystal and ran over to investigate. “M-M-Miss are you ok?”

Testing On A Caged Bird

les-trois-petites-putes:

doctor-facilier:

swimsprettygirl:

He had figured they’d be happy with the arrangement, but he didn’t realize just how much this meant until Claudia excitedly kissed him on the cheek. “I’m glad that works! Believe me, I need all the help I can get right about now.”

Milo also didn’t let the tender hand-holding escape him. He was happy that the two really were happy with each other, though at the same time, it made him miss his own wife. She’d been in Atlantis for a while now, he just wished he knew when she would return.

He rubbed the back of his neck.  ”So uh, is there anything else the two of you needed to talk about?”

His lips tugged into a smile, watching as the woman became more than overjoyed, leaning back as she hugged the slim man that offered her a job.  He let out a soft chuckle when she turned to him, basically squeaking with joy.  It was, in all honesty, adorable.

He looked at Thatch, glancing at Claudia.  ”Do, uh, y’all want any pay or?”

It was rare for him to ask, he barely paid for anything.  He was greedy and he liked having some money and he honestly didn’t like sharing.  The world was always turning with it.  But, he figured the man deserved something.

She bounced hin place before she turned to Milo, looking at him expectantly. “No, Dr. Thatch, I think you just solved all our problems!” she said, enthusiasm obvious in her voice. Trying to prevent from being too obnoxious, she finally stilled, though her fingers tapped her back excitedly. 

“No, no need to pay me. I mean what are friends for right?” He looked at the two of them glad that he was able to help. It was why he did this whole thing in the first place after all. He didn’t mind not getting paid. It wasn’t as if he really spent much anyway.

Bright and Early

les-trois-petites-putes:

swimsprettygirl:

“Thank you.” He took the mug and drank it to wake himself up. “I think what we need to do first is organize. Then we can figure out what to do after that. I tried to last night, but I think I just made things worse.” He noticed that his crystal was laying idly in an open drawer. He quickly pockets it before he lost it in the mess.

She looked around, pursing her lips. “Well, do you use your filing cabinets much, Sir?” she asked, tapping her chin thoughtfully. “If not I could organize everything into there alphabetically…”

“Well I TRIED that. I kept couples by name since it made the most sense. However, then I ran across a problem where if I wanted to reference a previous similar case to something I was currently working on, if I didn’t remember the couple then I was forced to search through everything I had. There’s also the problem of couples who have come to me but ended up splitting, getting with new people then THEY come to see me leaving a confusing organizational mess!” He rubbed his eyes under his glasses then finished his coffee.

Bright and Early

les-trois-petites-putes:

swimsprettygirl:

He gratefully took the glasses and placed them on his nose. Accepting her hand he stood and gestured down the hall. “It should be in the room down there. There is also a small icebox in there for future reference.” He stretched his back with a grunt, he must have slept funny, but oh well.

The blonde nodded and scurried down the hall to make Milo’s pot of coffee. She looked around the room, smiling to herself as she memorized bland walls and counter tops, even the stove. Upon deciding that this office was in dire need of a woman’s touch, she left the room, Milo’s cup of coffee in her hand.

“Here you go, Dr. Thatch!” she said a bit too eagerly, smiling widely. “Is there anything specific you would like me to do today?”

“Thank you.” He took the mug and drank it to wake himself up. “I think what we need to do first is organize. Then we can figure out what to do after that. I tried to last night, but I think I just made things worse.” He noticed that his crystal was laying idly in an open drawer. He quickly pockets it before he lost it in the mess.

Bright and Early

les-trois-petites-putes:

swimsprettygirl:

He snorted awake and promptly fell off the couch, his glasses landing on the floor beside him. Slowly sitting up, he groggily wondered who was waking him up. Though when he realized it was Claudia, he felt around for his glasses. “Oh, morning Claudia. Do… Do you know how to make a good cup of coffee?”

She laughed and nodded, handing him his glasses. “I like to think I do! I used to make it when I worked at the tavern in France. Would you like some?” she asked while she held out her hand, offering to pull him to his feet. 

“If you’ll just point me in the direction of your coffee maker and I’ll get started on it right away!”

He gratefully took the glasses and placed them on his nose. Accepting her hand he stood and gestured down the hall. “It should be in the room down there. There is also a small icebox in there for future reference.” He stretched his back with a grunt, he must have slept funny, but oh well.

Bright and Early

les-trois-petites-putes:

swimsprettygirl:

Milo had spent the entire night trying to prepare for Claudia’s arrival the next morning. He had been attempting to organize what he had, but ended up making more of a mess in the process. At this point he had piles of papers and things that made sense to him. Or at least the thought he did.

However how it was now, he was sleeping on the couch in his consultation room.

Kissing her fiance farewell, Claudia eagerly left the Emporium, excited for her first day of work. She hurried along the pavement and pushed the door to Milo’s building open, sighing when she noticed the mess. She glanced over at the filing cabinet and tugged it open, finding it empty of all its contents. Why didn’t he just use that?

Shrugging, she moved to the consultation room and giggled, finding her boss passed out on the couch. “Dr. Thatch?” she asked, nudging him with her hand. “Dr. Thatch wake up!”

He snorted awake and promptly fell off the couch, his glasses landing on the floor beside him. Slowly sitting up, he groggily wondered who was waking him up. Though when he realized it was Claudia, he felt around for his glasses. “Oh, morning Claudia. Do… Do you know how to make a good cup of coffee?”