Title: Your Desk
Author: Ricia
Rating: PG for angst
Pairing: Percy/Crouch
Archive: Uh...sure. Tell me though.
Warnings: Uh..it's slashy...obviously!
Thanks: To Rose (it was Rose right) for putting the idea in my head
Disclaimor: JKR owns them both...i'm just writing what she didn't
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I'm working late again as usual but work is the farthest thing from
my mind. They haven't touched your desk you know. It's like they're
afraid it'll bite them or maybe that I'll bite them. I can't let them
take away your things, it's all I have left of you.
With all the commotion with You-Know-You coming back and Cedric
Diggory dying, nobody really thought about your death. Well nobody
but me. I cried you know...when I was alone. My brothers wouldn't
understand and would never let me hear the end of it. 'What's the
matter Weatherby? Crying your heart out for a boss who didn't even
notice you?' But you did...you had to. I have to believe you did.
They've come for your things. Arms hold me back from stopping them. I
try not to cry as parchments, ink bottles and various odds and ends
are quietly packed up. They don't understand why I look so
distraught. You were just my boss. Nobody understands. Nobody mourns
your death like I do.
As they leave I slowly approach your desk hoping it's all a dream and
you'll be sitting at it. I'll do a million reports for you if you'll
just not be dead. I catch a glimpse of something on the floor. It's a
note written by you...a reminder. All it says is 'Remember to thank
Weasley for filling in for me at Triwizard Tournament'. I stare at
the note numbly...you got my name right. You did know my name. I
smile slightly as I pocket the note.You're welcome Mr Crouch...and good-bye.
The end.
Author: Ricia
Rating: PG for angst
Pairing: Percy/Crouch
Archive: Uh...sure. Tell me though.
Warnings: Uh..it's slashy...obviously!
Thanks: To Rose (it was Rose right) for putting the idea in my head
Disclaimor: JKR owns them both...i'm just writing what she didn't
.***********
I'm working late again as usual but work is the farthest thing from
my mind. They haven't touched your desk you know. It's like they're
afraid it'll bite them or maybe that I'll bite them. I can't let them
take away your things, it's all I have left of you.
With all the commotion with You-Know-You coming back and Cedric
Diggory dying, nobody really thought about your death. Well nobody
but me. I cried you know...when I was alone. My brothers wouldn't
understand and would never let me hear the end of it. 'What's the
matter Weatherby? Crying your heart out for a boss who didn't even
notice you?' But you did...you had to. I have to believe you did.
They've come for your things. Arms hold me back from stopping them. I
try not to cry as parchments, ink bottles and various odds and ends
are quietly packed up. They don't understand why I look so
distraught. You were just my boss. Nobody understands. Nobody mourns
your death like I do.
As they leave I slowly approach your desk hoping it's all a dream and
you'll be sitting at it. I'll do a million reports for you if you'll
just not be dead. I catch a glimpse of something on the floor. It's a
note written by you...a reminder. All it says is 'Remember to thank
Weasley for filling in for me at Triwizard Tournament'. I stare at
the note numbly...you got my name right. You did know my name. I
smile slightly as I pocket the note.You're welcome Mr Crouch...and good-bye.
The end.