Author: Pirate Turner
Dedicated To: My darling, beloved Jack -- Happy Birthday, Love!
Rating: G
Summary: Brendan and Prue long for each other but know they must be apart for now.
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Het, Original Character
Challenge: None
Word Count (excluding heading): 422
Feedback: Yes, please!
Archive: WWOMB, -- Anybody else, ask, and I'll probably grant permission.
Timeline: Follows the author's "Unsaveable", "Howling From A Distance", "The Day After", and "A Blessing or A Curse?", in that order
Disclaimer: Prue Halliwell and Charmed are & TM their respective owners, not the author, and are used without permission. Doctor Brendan Richards is & TM the author and may not be used without permission. Everything else is & TM the author. The author makes absolutely no profit off of this work of fan fiction, and no copyright infringement is intended.
She was so beautiful just looking at her made him want to howl. Brendan watched Prue as she made her way across the beach, combing through the seashells that had washed ashore. The wind played with her hair and tugged at her clothes, and Brendan wished it could be his fingers running through her silken strands instead.
He loved her more than he'd ever thought himself capable of loving any one, but it was that same love that forced him to stay away from her. Only his separation could keep her safe from the monster he was, and so he forced himself to lurk in the shadows; admire her beauty, strength, and sheer wonderfulness from afar; and dream of the few touches, hugs, and kisses he had been blessed to have her bestow upon his lowly hide. As the sun set, he howled her name and then raced away before his baser impulses could take control.
Prue looked up toward the hilltops and swept an escaped strand of hair back into her blue bandana. "Brendan?" She could have sworn she'd heard him call her name, but he'd been completely avoiding her since the Solstice. He'd even quit his job at the hospital, and though she'd gone by his apartment, it seemed deserted.
Still she knew he was out there, thinking of her as she was of him, and understood at last why he ran. Gazing into the final rays of the sinking sun, Prue repeated a promise she'd made to them both ever since that night. "I'll find a way, Brendan," she swore, "to cure you, and then we'll be together forever just as we're meant to be."
Though her arms and lips were lonely, her heart sang of hope. They were destined to be together, and she would find a way. Once she had cured him, there'd be no keeping her away from her man, her wolf, her soul mate! She added three little words that the evening breeze carried to her beloved and made him howl again, "I love you!"
Shivers raced down Prue's spine as she heard his howl, and she smiled, knowing he'd heard her and returned her love. That would have to be enough for now, but one day, they'd be together again and then no power on Earth or beyond would separate them ever again. She sang a song of hope for happiness in the morrow, and from a growing distance, she heard Brendan howling in tune. The future was bright, and it was all theirs!
The End