A Great Mouse Detective Fanfic

Genre: hurt/comfort, slight romance

Warnings: some cussing, some male slash

Future Pairing: hints of Basil/Ratigan

Summary: Basil's thoughts after the death of Ratigan.

After the Storm

Ch. 1- What Haunts Me the Most

The night had been long, and for good reason, no doubt. For tonight, the great mouse detective known as Basil of Baker Street stopped one of the greatest villains named Professor Ratigan. He was thanked by the Queen herself. Though Basil was honored, other thoughts stirred his mind in the late night.

Everyone else had gone to bed at around an hour and a half or so ago. The detective was happy by this for this gave him the opportunity to sit alone by the warm fire that lit the living room.

Staring at the fire's bright flames, they somehow reminded him of the final battle in the largest clock of London which was Big Ben. The fight had been a tough one, for Olivia and him had almost fallen or died on different occasions. The same could be said for Ratigan.

Ratigan… they had both had their numerous battles and chases with one another, but the mouse had never really feared the rat as much as he had just a few days ago. Well, maybe that was not a hundred percent true, but a fear of that intensity had not sparked for a long time. Years, he believed.

He decided to grab a smoke for a moment. Walking outside, the sky seemed quite bright, especially for this late hour, but the answer to this was very simple really, for the moon was full so the night seemed to provide more light.

The smoke was an attempt to escape haunting thoughts that felt they have been there for a long time; causing him torture for what felt like forever, but had only been a few days. However, these feelings only seemed to worsen by doing so.

What were these thoughts exactly? The fight at Big Ben. To be more precise though, it was Ratigan that really filled his mind. Those crazed eyes, the torn up clothes, the sudden speed, and of course, the rise in wanting the death of the detective to occur. It disturbed Basil greatly.

Another puff of smoke was made and disappeared into the night just as quickly as it came. Though the rat was no longer around, and there was nothing to fear, thoughts that he may somehow rise from the dead occurred once or twice.

Also, the detective felt guilty. That was the worst part about the whole situation to Basil was the amount of guilt he felt. Yes, he had wanted to capture the villain and put him behind bars, but death was never an option he wanted.

The whole idea that one of them dying during their game of cat and mouse had occurred to the detective several times. Basil wished it would never happen. However, he had not actually expected Ratigan to be the one to suffer death from this, for the detective never tried to kill or even hurt the other really.

To be perfectly honest, the mouse never actually hated or really disliked his nemesis. If it weren't for the crimes, perhaps they could have gotten along. Basil liked how Ratigan always challenged his mind. It was a challenge every time and the detective was more than willing to take it.

Ratigan was the one that provided him the most challenges that he ever had in his life, yet was the one the haunted him the most at this moment in time.

*Hello. This is my first GMD fanfic so please be nice. Sorry this chapter is so short. The next one is much longer, I assure you. I hope some people enjoyed this and I hope to see you for the next chapter. Thanks for reading!