Relevance (Previously Titled: 100 Pieces of Relevance)

by Rosa Clearwater

And by pieces we really mean the semi-frequent drabbles mixed in with the fluffy ficlets, the pieces that entrench themselves in lugubrious angst, and the oneshots that try to masquerade as something other than Crack!ficlets. Aka, what do you get when you mix bunnies, angst, crack, synchronicity, and the rain?

36. Nice to Meet You, Harold

"Trust the process."

And then a phone rang, calling out for attention. He only had to glance at the screen for a moment to recognize the number and gasp out of relief:

John was okay.

"Mister Reese, what a relief to finally hear- "

"Mr. Reese? Of course. I figured Riley wasn't his real name."

Oh dear.

"Nice to meet you, Harold. Can't wait to start working together."

"Where is John?"

"Don't worry about John. Long as you cooperate, he gets to keep on breathing."

Harold could only imagine the scene and found himself unable to stop. He normally kept his calm. It was unusual for him to let pathos cloud his judgment.

But this was John.

So, the unfortunate possibilities were quickly being coded into his memory with ease.

And, he really didn't want to imagine the possibilities. The scenes where John might not get to keep on breathing.

It would just be another reminder of another one of his mistakes and another loss of an astonishing friend and another-

"We'll send you a new location, be there in fifteen. Alone."

…

"Looks like we found our Harold."

It was extraordinarily nice to finally put a voice to a name.

But... why did that voice sound familiar?

...

A/N: So, bad news: a migraine has been limiting me since last night.

Good news: I wrote up for the next few pre-migraine, so it's just a matter of slight editing and posting.

It's just a reminder that we should make sure to take care of ourselves.

Have a nice day!