Title: Past the Dawn
Rating: G
Summary: A series of 100 word snapshots into Kel and Dom's relationship. Written for ubiquitous at Goldenlake (fiefgoldenlake dot proboards dot com). Many more to come.
Author's Note: Thank you to Ish (ubiquitous) for all her Betaing. Thank you to all my reviewers as well – you are all stars :)
CHAPTER THREE
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SEVEN
Two months.
Sixty-one days.
One thousand, four hundred and sixty-four wretched, mud-splattered, soggy hours since she took over command of the King's Own.
And not a single letter from Dom.
Kel searched through every dispatch that arrived from Corus. In every report, in every letter, she looked for even the barest scribble of a note bearing his name.
Nothing.
She had convinced him to stay with the Own, in Palace-based training. It had taken her hours to wear him down enough to even suggest the idea to him. The slammed doors, silent turns and glares were worth it.
She hoped.
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EIGHT
There was a knock on his door. Dom trudged over to the door, wondering who would visit at such a late hour. He opened the door to reveal a soggy Kel.
"What did you do, swim through the snow?" He asked her in amazement.
She stood there wordlessly, waiting for him to invite her into his warm room. Dom stood aside to let her through, before closing the door.
"I went for a walk," replied Kel. "I couldn't sleep."
Dom helped her out of her wet coat, trying to hide his smile. "And you happened to think swimming might help?"
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NINE
"I wouldn't touch that if I were you." A voice behind her said as she bent towards a bucket of water. "I'm certain more than a few children have been bathed in that today."
"You're resorting to ambush now, Dom?" Kel asked evenly.
Dom was silent for a moment. "I do what I have to when I'm being avoided."
Kel turned to look at him. "I'm not avoiding you. I'm recovering."
He snorted. "You're not very good at recovering then. You're running yourself ragged." Dom's eyes softened. "I'm worried about you, Kel."
She turned away. "You don't need to be."