AUTHOR'S NOTE
First off, we reached over 2000 views. That's fucking manic, cheers guys. Second of all, if you've sent me an OC, don't presume I will DEFINITELY use it. It's a possibility. Some of the people who have sent me OC's, I've replied to, they have a very decent chance of appearing in the fic. I'll try to fit in as many as I can. Thanks for reading. ~Ono
Fetch woke up, her head thumping with pain. Her muscles ached, and although she was just asleep, she was exhausted. She didn't know where she was, and right now, she didn't care. She was comfortable. She turned on to her left side, having been sleeping on her back, and continued to rest her head on the arm of the couch. She pulled the blanket covering her up on to her neck, her eyes still shut. She shuffled her legs a little, putting one on the top of the other before she got comfortable once more, holding the blanket up to her chin. She could tell the room she was in was dark, as no light tried intruding her eyelids. The couch she was on was comfortable, and she was still so tired... she began to fall back asleep.
Harry was in the kitchen, standing at the counter. The electronic kettle was humming it's sound, as he put a spoonful of sugar in to his cup. He put another one in before throwing the spoon down gently beside Fetch's cup. He placed down the container of sugar, before placing the lid on it, as the kettle clicked. Harry turned around as he walked towards the fridge, pulling it open and grabbing the milk. He quickly finished up making the coffees, milk in cup, then water, stir stir stir.
Harry entered the living room holding both cups. Harry's cup had a picture of a cartoon man in a blue and yellow jumpsuit, extending a thumbs up at the drinker, and Fetch's had a red and white polka dot design on it.
"Hey, sleepy head. Wake up." Harry chuckled towards Fetch, who's eyes began to slowly open at Harry's remark.
"I'm just..." She yawned then, before continuing, "So tired."
"Here. I made you a coffee. Milk, two sugars." He said to her, passing her the cup.
Fetch sat up, bring the blanket with her to keep her body covered. She was clothed, but the blanket was too warm for her to give up just yet. She took the cup Harry offered her, holding the handle and cupping the side of it. She looked around sleepily. Ahead of her was a large HD TV, with a coffee table just in front of it. Harry placed his cup on this table, before speaking.
"How you feeling? You just sort of conked out back there." Harry asked, his English accent thoroughly showing.
"Not brilliant. My bones ache, my muscles ache... My head hurts." She smiled as she spoke to Harry, staring at the currently off TV.
Harry chuckled, before motioning his head towards her coffee. "Drink that. It'll make you feel better. Always helps me."
Fetch nodded and smiled, as she took a sip of the coffee. Harry and Fetch sat there for a couple of moments, in silence. However, once Harry went to say something, there was a quiet knocking on the door.
Harry placed his mug on the table, whilst raising his other hand and one finger, signalling for Fetch to wait a moment. Harry shuffled forward on the couch before getting up, and slowly began to walk over to the door. Once he reached the door, he looked through the peephole to see a man, wearing a white leather jacket with a black stripe spreading across it, and donning a pair of black tinted aviators. Atop his head was a baseball cap, turned backwards.
"Who is it?" Fetch asked, a little on edge. Conduit's are always cautious when it comes to things like this. The person on the other side of the door is always an enemy, unless proven otherwise. Harry shrugged in reply, as he grasped the door handle, twisting it gently.
"Hi. We've sort of met before, but not in the... traditional way. I'm Alex. Alexander Murdoch." The man said, taking off his glasses, revealing a pair of hazy blue eyes that could pierce someones soul.
"You're more likely to know me as a pair of glowing, aqua eyes. Good to meet you."
