Hi guys! Um, I guess if you bothered to look me up, you'd realize I'm obviously new. I wasn't gonig to join but I was reading ALL the Beka fanfics. Eventually I thought back to my english teahcers who told me I can't mouch off others and i have to throw in my own ideas to share as well. Even if they are not good ones. Oh, and i couldn't respond to some of you without an account. Songfics are easiest for me, so that's where i'll start. i think I did a fair job unti lthe very end where I think I last Rosto's character a little. Oh and a warning, it is a bit long becuase i have a probelm with being brief, as you can tell becasue this message is nearly as long as the entry. Lastly, reviews are appriciated and forgive my spelling.
Disclaimer: I don't own the song or the characters...it's Tammy's and song is credited below.
WOULDN'T IT BE GOOD - Cascada
Remember the day,
There was a sign,
It was the time,
To take me away into your arms.
I heard your voice,
You called my name.
A single touch would stop my pain,
I feel like you in everything I do.
She laughed and looked into his night eyes. She stared at him for so long that she began falling in their black pools, remembering one dark night long before.
Beka stumbled loosely along the cobble stones. It had been a ruff watch with Goodwin and Tunstall; she had yet to get a new partner and she was an extra appendage to theirs. A late night brawl at a dock tavern had ended nastily and Tunstall had to help Clary back to the kennels. She had left them on the corner of the street, limping with her twisted ankle.
"Beka?" She heard his voice shout once she closed past the Dancing Dove and was nearly at her lodgings. She looked through her bruised eye to see a flash of white hair. She grinned at him wearily as the ground rushed up to meet her.
Strong pale arms wrapped around her and pulled her close. Rosto brushed her face slightly, rage in his ebony eyes. "Are you alright?" he whispered harshly into her ear. She nodded weakly and truthfully she did; the yellowing bruise cooled at his touch, so for once, she didn't argue when he picked her up.
Wouldn't it be good to be in your shoes,
Even if it was for just one day.
Wouldn't it be good,
If we could wish ourselves away.
And wouldn't it be good to be on your side,
The grass is always greener over there.
Wouldn't it be good,
If we could live without a care.
She had nearly slipped into unconsciousness by the time the Piper started banging on Kora's door. The hassled looking mage took one look at the dog's limp body and let them in. Carefully he placed on her on the bed and their friend set to work with healing. Beka sighed and feel asleep with the sight of Rosto in her eyes.
In the morning, when she awoke, she found a dozing Rosto sitting on a chair close to the bed. She smiled and moved to get up, only to crumple to the floor. His eyes flew open and it took him less than a moment to take stock of her position; tangled in the sheets on the ground.
He glared at her as she blushed up at him. Getting up, he pulled her to her feet. "Now what do you think you was doing? Back in bed with you, now." She started to argue but he nearly growled at her. Shutting up, she sat down obediently. He left to fetch Kora as her head sank onto the pillow. Beka stared at the ceiling. If only he wasn't the Rogue. Wouldn't it have been wonderful if they were on the same side?
The times passing by,
I feel like you,
I always do.
Your my place to hide,
I don't why.
Still hear your voice,
Still feel the same,
A single kiss can stop the rain.
So close to you,
In everything I do
A few weeks later it was raining hard in the lower city. It was afternoon and Ahuda had decided it was too wet for her to be kicking her newer dogs. Shivering, she past the closed day market just as the water pours harder. Blinking, droplets nearly dissolved her vision completely.
She jumped abruptly as a set of lithe hands wound about her waist and pulled her under an overhang. She swore; turning and ready to pull her dagger out, only to find the Rogue grinning down at her. She started to argue and he threw his hands up in defeat. "I was just making sure you weren't getting wet!" he smiled.
Her shoulders relaxed and she moved back a little and Rosto followed her. "When do you think the rain will let up?" she asked. He shrugged. "I'll keep you company until then." His smirk made her stomach flip but she tried to ignore it. "Sure, just as long as you don't…" she didn't finish because he kissed her right then. Her eyes closed as her hands reached up above his neck. When they broke apart, he kept hid hands on her hips only to find the rain stopped. She kissed his nose and broke loose, running down the street with him smiling after her retreating form.
Wouldn't it be good to be in your shoes,
Even if it was for just one day.
Wouldn't it be good,
If we could wish ourselves away.
And wouldn't it be good to be on your side,
The grass is always greener over there.
Wouldn't it be good,
If we could live without a care.
She was walking up the stairs when her ankle gave and she fell straight onto The Piper. His midnight eyes glittered as he steadied them. "My my, and since when was you so delicate, lovey?" He asked. She blushed furiously. "My partners and I got stuck in another brawl, I hurt my foot."
He laughed at her. She frowned and started pulling back but he only tightened his grip on her waist. She had a horrible feeling of déjà vu. "Just like last time when I had to haul you up to Kora's." he reminded me. "I'm starting to think you just like being in my arms ladylove." Rosto smirked at her and she glared at him. She pulled back and yelled at him as she marched to her room and slammed the door. Wouldn't it be good if they could run away from all this?
She heard a familiar knock and opened it, knowing all too well who was there. She looked on the other side and faced Rosto. He bowed his head and presented her a gillyflower just as he had nearly a year ago. She looked at the twining, green stem and the petals as soft as his mouth. "Would it kill you to just give me today? I swear Beka; if I'm no good for you then I'll leave you alone. But today..." he trailed off. In answer she accepted the flower. Rosto's eyes sparkled.
She tore her gaze from his eyes and he pressed his lips on the base of her neck. For now, their troubles were wished away.