Sorry it's so short, I'll be adding onto this. Basically It takes place the day after the end of the seventh book. He got excited and lightning stuck Emma's plate of cookies, and so then he got upset ran off to the park where he is sitting on a bench, wallowing in sadness... And he is reflecting on everything that has happen since he met Charlie Bone.

What's A Little Rain?

Tancred sat hunched forward on a park bench, using his jacket to shelter himself from his own rain.

A boy sat next to him a hood sheltering his hedge of hair. "Tanc, she can't be to upset, it was only a plate of cookies." Charlie muttered, releasing a small shutter.

Tancred lifted his head to face him. "Its not that, I just keep ruining things for other people!" he muttered. The party of his 'waking' the night before had not gone to well. Tancred had gotten a little over excited, and now he felt pretty bad about the lightning striking Emma's plate of cookies. His face stretched in a pained look. He had been out here all night and morning was starting to dawn again. He sighed. "I just don't see why I can't control myself, I'm a pain for my mother and father. And hard on you guys."

Charlie stood up as a white camper van pulled into sight at the other end of the park. "You're not a pain for us Tancred. Get inside soon, please." he said. Charlie wasn't good at emotional problems, that would be more of Gabriel's job, or even Lysander. He strode away quickly leaving his poor stormy friend to wallow in his misery.

Tancred didn't really notice his friend's absence. He shook back and forth to keep himself warm. "They could ask a million things. And I tell them no ones listening. And then they tell me what's a little rain?" he mumbled to himself, his words slurred together making no sense. He slid back on the bench and closed his eyes feeling the wet sky-tears drip on his face. "What's a little rain?"

I know its short, I promise to add more if you want. Again let me know if you like it.

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