A/N This is a crossover so a definite AU. It will be a femslash piece with eventual Rizzles and another potential pairing. Do not read if you are offended by romantic relationships between two women.
I know this is a mad combination, but I wanted to do a mash up of two of my favourite fantasy worlds. It will be set after the events of R&I 3.15 and Cold Days.
Heart of Winter
Stepping down from the greyhound bus, the young woman's senses were immediately assaulted by the smell of urine. She wrinkled her nose in disgust. It had been a very long time since she had travelled on public transport and it hadn't been a pleasant experience to revisit.
The method of travel she was now accustomed to was too risky, too many ways to be discovered. By now they would have realised that she was missing. Hundreds of pairs of eyes would be would be looking for her. The thought made her pull the hood of her sweater even further around her face. She brought up a hand to tuck in errant strands of dyed blue hair. They would of course find her eventually, but she wanted to delay the inevitable for as long as possible.
Rolling her shoulders, she stretched out her back, the journey had taken several days and she was stiff from being cramped up all that time in a bus seat. She had hardly slept, maintaining a watchful eye on her fellow passengers, looking for any signs of an ambush. Now as the bus pulled away behind her onto the next leg of its journey, she allowed herself the smallest feeling of relief. She had made it to her destination. No one would know to look for her here, not for a while at least.
She shoved her hands into the pockets of her jeans and crossed the street to join a small queue of people waiting for a cab. Making herself as inconspicuous as possible, she subtly looked around for any signs of danger. Her senses confirmed that the immediate vicinity was safe from threat, but a young couple kissing goodbye over at the bus station brought back a painful memory. She closed her eyes tightly, trying unsuccessfully to block out the vision. Running like a movie in her mind was a replay of her former mentor with his lanky arms wound around the slender waist of a beautiful blonde, their lips locked in a passionate kiss.
Her hands balled into fists as a wave of ice cold jealousy washed over her, it was irrational she knew and somewhat immature, but it was real and undeniable. Gasps of surprise from the people standing in line with her brought her out of her reverie. It was then that she noticed the silent shower of white swirling around them. It was snowing. Darn it! Like no one is gonna notice a freaking snow storm in the middle of summer. She wrestled back control of her emotions whilst similarly feigning shock for the benefit of those around her. It was tough but she managed it.
As suddenly as it had started the freak weather event ceased. Soon all traces had been dried away by the sun, leaving some people to wonder if it had really happened at all. Hopefully it would go no further than the odd conversation between the witnesses and their family members and friends.
But there was another observer, one who wasn't fooled by her display of innocence. Concealed from view on the roof a tall building across from the bus depot, a pair of crimson eyes scrutinised the young woman and the invisible power radiating from her. Interesting…
Finally the young woman reached the front of the line. Jumping into the cab, she pulled out the scrap of paper containing the hastily scrawled address and dictated it to the driver. As the cab pulled away from the bus station she considered how she was going to explain herself when she reached her destination.
Sneaking around in the attic as a young girl she had discovered a box of keepsakes belonging to her mother. Inside she had discovered a wonderful treasure - little bundles of neatly written letters. At first she thought they might have been old love letters from her father, eww. But it had turned out to be correspondence mapping over ten years of a sweet friendship, beginning when her mother was a young teenager and continuing into her early twenties. She had devoured them all and read them over and over in secret. Somehow the one-sided conversation had made her feel closer to her mother. They provided a glimpse of the girl she had once been, young, carefree and fun. The elegant penmanship and innocent prose of the writer had captured her heart, she loved reading all about the young girls life. She had felt a warm sense of comfort whenever she had revisited them over the years. Now as she prepared to meet the woman that had blossomed from that youthful letter composer, she felt a pinch of nervousness.
When the taxi pulled up at the house, she looked around, doing a thorough check of the area before paying the driver and getting out. She walked quickly up the drive and knocked lightly on the front door.
The door opened to reveal a beautiful honey blonde woman with warm hazel eyes. She smiled kindly at the younger woman standing on her doorstep.
"Can I help you?"
"Dr Maura Isles?" came the nervous reply.
"Yes."
"Er… you used to know my mother Charity, I'm…"
Hazel eyes brightened.
"Molly? Molly Carpenter?" finished the doctor.
"Yes."
A/N Thank you for reading.
Okay so I realise I'm setting myself up for a bit of a fall here with this story, I'm not sure if I will be able to pull it off. That said, I will probably drop through the floor if it gets a single follower. So it may just be a journey that I take alone. I doubt there are many Rizzles readers out there who are familiar with the Dresden Files and vice-versa.
I'd love to know what you think...Please review if you have time. :)