*waves* Hiya, here's a series of one-shot fanfics for Rangers Apprentice. Whenever I come up with an idea for a RA fanfic I'll turn it into a story and put it up here (if it's a one-shot). I'll hopefully be covering a wide variety of categories: angst, humour, PU...you get the idea :D
Here's the first one, completely spoiler free, just so you know...
Note: None of the Ranger's Apprentice characters belong to me *scowls*. They in fact belong to the magnificent John Flanagan in case you didn't already know that. ;)


Will In Pain

Halt dismounted Abelard and pulled off his horses' bridle and saddle giving him a rub on the forehead. He'd left Will to do some archery practice and also every Ranger's favourite job: mending (can you detect the sarcasm in there?), whilst he'd been visiting the Baron.
Hopefully his apprentice had, for once, managed to actually stitch up the various tears in his clothing the right way. But then, that might be hoping for just a bit too much.
Halt climbed up the series of steps that led onto the small veranda in front of his cabin before pushing the front door open.
'I'm back Will,' he called, tossing his satchel onto the oak table.
There was silence. The grizzled Ranger frowned, his hand dropping to the hilt of his saxe knife, an automatic reflex.
'Will?' he called.
This time he heard something, a faint groan came from Will's bedroom.
Halt's frown deepened, it sounded almost like his apprentice was in pain. He hurried over to the door, but before he could get there, Will staggered over to the door, clutching the doorframe to support himself.
'Will,' gasped Halt, hurrying over to the boy. He was clearly in pain. Sweat soaked his forehead, his face pale and screwed up in an expression of agony.
'Halt,' he gasped moaning slightly, then dropped to his knees, double over on the floor.
Halt threw himself down next to his apprentice, wrapping his arm around Will's shoulders.
Will was tense beneath his touch, his breathing coming in ragged gasps and moans of pain.
'What happened Will?' asked Halt, his eyes full of anxiety, 'What is it?'
Will shook his head, clearly unable to speak, pain filling his normally cheery brown eyes.
His mentor gently rubbed the boy's rigged back soothingly, gently talking to him softly in a low voice.
'Come on,' Halt murmured, 'What is it?'
'Halt,' gasped Will gazing up at him, 'I...' he trailed off wincing.
'Go on,' Halt responded gently.
Will looked back up at him his eyes pain-filled and slightly misty with agonized tears.
'Halt,' he finally managed to say, he held up his index finger, on it was a single bead of blood, 'I pricked my finger.'


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