Character(s): Insert your favorite het pairing for this series.
Prompt: Breathe Life Into This Feeble Heart, Lift This Mortal Veil of Fear ("Dante's Prayer" by Loreena McKennitt)
Summary: Sometimes, all you can do is wait.
Vigil
Waiting was the worst part of life. Always had been, always would be. It tested you in ways that action did not. Waiting meant trusting, and trust was a precious commodity. If you were waiting for someone, you had to trust that they would return to you. That faith wasn't always fulfilled.
But he had never failed her yet, and the woman wouldn't—couldn't—believe that he would betray her now, but that didn't keep the anxiety away. It was a dangerous world and a dangerous job, and this could be the one battle he would not walk away from. It was unlikely, but anything was possible where that man was concerned. Considering what he had already done, what he had previously survived—all bets were off where he was concerned.
Sometimes, she feared that he had used up his share of luck. That fear kept her awake the nights he was gone, and she wandered through their house like a ghost, pacing silent halls until dawn. He would say she was being ridiculous, the woman knew that, but she couldn't help it: he was her courage, her hope, her soul. Without him, she would have given into her fears and doubts long ago.
She was strong, of course; no one had doubted that for a long time. It was just… He just made her so much stronger. With him around, she felt that she would never have to worry about anything ever again. All of her nightmares fled from his presence, and all of her strength and her hope came flooding in to keep them out.
The sound of the front door opening drew her attention, and she stood instantly, making her way over. She turned the corner, praying it was him and not one of his teammates. Her eyes widened at the man waiting for her. And slowly, slowly she approached him….
