Title: Best Friend Intuition
Rating: PG
Pairing: Lysander, Tancred
Word Count:193
Disclaimer: Okay, so I don't own CotRK, but this is from a fic of mine.
Warning/s: It's clean.
Summary: What was it, exactly?
A/N: So while going through my old files for "Untitled," which is still on hiatus, I found this part of the story and I decided it should get its own drabble, because I love this part. I think it's one of the things I am most proud of writing, really. So, if you've read that work before and this seems familiar, it is. Because it is that work, only, with a few different word choices, just because I can.
Lysander Sage had a really good feeling that something was wrong with Tancred, something not quite right at all. Call it "best friend's intuition" if you will, but he knew the young storm brewer well enough to know that he was seriously bothered. He just had a hunch. A really good hunch. A really, really good hunch. A seriously gut-wrenching hunch. One that nagged as much as his mom, screaming for him to go and check on his friend.
Or maybe, just perhaps although it wasn't quite likely at all, it just a little twist of what was on with the weather.
Careful as he could possibly be, Lysander slowly opened the ruined dorm door, which was barely intact and almost shredding off its hinges, and stuck his head in, then pulled it out faster than any normal person should have been able to. Nothing was abnormal in there; just a bit of quite heavy rain and some, oh, about 200 miles per hour wind.
Nothing strange at all.
Lysander sat back down by the wrecked door, sliding down the wall. He looked at the ceiling, smiling, and thought, definitely best friend's intuition.
Fin.