Sanctuary: A Classic Turnadette Moment
This little thing was the first fic I ever wrote, and it was intended for the 2017 one-hundred-word countdown-to-the-CtM-Christmas-Special challenge on Tumblr. Unfortunately, I couldn't get it down to 100 words, so I never posted it. It still wanted to be written so I let it have as many words as it needed.
He knew he wasn't one to consider belief in her God; she knew it too. Yet here he was in church with her on the first Sunday after their engagement. He had recognized that it was foolish to miss any chance to spend time with her, and he was learning that to love her meant loving every aspect of her world.
Sitting beside her, he watched as she prayed and was astonished by her beautiful tranquility. He felt broken places within him restored as her pure soprano rose up, enhancing the traditional hymns. He held her hand during the sermon, and may have even caught a point or two of the vicar's message, during the few moments when his mind wasn't wandering ahead to the time when they would promise themselves to each other in this place.
The service ended, and they stood up together as the strains of the recessional music swirled around them. No, he may never be inclined to join her in her faith, but as he looked down at her hand on his arm, he knew without a doubt that he was blessed.