See previous chapters for disclaimer.
A/N: This is only a small piece of the chapter I'm writing for this fic at the moment. I haven't finished it yet but thought 'What the hell' might as well post this little bit anyway. Thanks for the kind reviews, please keep them coming. Ta Ta!! xxxxx
Reaching down Dr Lecter quickly ran his hands over Emily's head, feeling the rather large bump on the side. With a hand firmly on her chin, he raised her head and gazed into her sleepy eyes, softly taking as he did so.
" Emily tell me how you feel"
Quickly glancing over his shoulder he was glad to see the dark plaza once again deserted.
" Tired"
The slightly slurred response was what he had expected and he nodded his head and softly smiled.
" Let's get into the house hmmm? I'm sure I needn't remind you how dangerous these streets are at night."
As he was talking he slipped his hands under her and gently lifted, noticing her eyes shutting almost immediately.
" Emily I need you to stay awake"
Kicking the door closed behind him, he made his way to the living room, softly depositing her on the couch. The all-consuming rage that had being flowing through his veins was being replaced with the familiar parental worry that seemed to plaque him in recent times. Looking down he could see the tell tale signs of a slight concussion, and was actually relieved. This was at least something he felt comfortable in dealing with.
Sitting next to her knees he gazed intently at her face, knowing that he needed to talk to her, at least to keep her awake for a few hours. There where things to speak of.
" How do you feel?"
Turning her tired gaze to him, she smiled weakly, her hand playing with the material of the jacket she still wore. A moment of silence passed and he could see as well as hear the slightly quickened breath.
" It's ok," he breathed
He watched as her bottom lip wobbled and her shoulders hunched and quickly moved to her side. The tears that streamed freely were a mixture of sheer relief and confusion. A combination of feelings he could identify with at the moment, although for different reasons. Mumbling comforting words and noises he could feel her begin to quiet, her body beginning to lean heavily on his. Not giving her a chance to fall into slumber he moved her to arms reach.
" I can't let you sleep Emily. I know it's hard but try and stay awake hmmm?"
Wiping her face with the back of her arm she nodded her head and sat a little straighter, bringing her legs out from under her. There was comfortable silence and a moment of quiet reflection before she spoke. He sat watching and waiting patiently.
"I thought he was going to kill me." She whispered
He didn't say anything, just nodded his head in a gesture of understanding. She seemed to fight for words and the moment of silence stretched.
" How did you feel?" he whispered just as quietly
He watched as she frowned, knowing she was trying to arrange her feelings into suitable categories.
" I was scared."
He paused knowing she wasn't finished.
" I thought you where going to kill him"
Nodding his head he shifted his gaze to her hands and took a deep breath.
" I was." He admitted carefully, looking to her face as she turned to look at him.
" What stopped you?" she whispered, although she already knew the answer. They both did.
" You" he said confidently.
Nodding her head she absently wiped the few tears that had rolled down her already wet cheeks and smiled a soft genuine smile. Reaching her hand out she placed it over his and gently squeezed. Nothing more was needed. The silent understanding of changes that had taken place was enough, it didn't need to be vocalised. Taking a shuddering deep breath, Emily rubbed her eyes with her fingers; the slight fog that had clouded her head was beginning to clear, leaving a headache in its wake. Leaning back against the cushions she once again looked to her father, who was as usual watching straight back. Frowning she softly bit her lip, studying the pattern of the aged throw on the wooden floor at his feet. Minutes passed and eventually she looked back to him.
" I don't want to leave," she croaked, tears already skirting her eyes.
Dr Lecter knew what had been coming. In the few minutes it had taken her to form the question he had already planned his answer and all that it entailed.
More soon, promise…….
A/N: This is only a small piece of the chapter I'm writing for this fic at the moment. I haven't finished it yet but thought 'What the hell' might as well post this little bit anyway. Thanks for the kind reviews, please keep them coming. Ta Ta!! xxxxx
Reaching down Dr Lecter quickly ran his hands over Emily's head, feeling the rather large bump on the side. With a hand firmly on her chin, he raised her head and gazed into her sleepy eyes, softly taking as he did so.
" Emily tell me how you feel"
Quickly glancing over his shoulder he was glad to see the dark plaza once again deserted.
" Tired"
The slightly slurred response was what he had expected and he nodded his head and softly smiled.
" Let's get into the house hmmm? I'm sure I needn't remind you how dangerous these streets are at night."
As he was talking he slipped his hands under her and gently lifted, noticing her eyes shutting almost immediately.
" Emily I need you to stay awake"
Kicking the door closed behind him, he made his way to the living room, softly depositing her on the couch. The all-consuming rage that had being flowing through his veins was being replaced with the familiar parental worry that seemed to plaque him in recent times. Looking down he could see the tell tale signs of a slight concussion, and was actually relieved. This was at least something he felt comfortable in dealing with.
Sitting next to her knees he gazed intently at her face, knowing that he needed to talk to her, at least to keep her awake for a few hours. There where things to speak of.
" How do you feel?"
Turning her tired gaze to him, she smiled weakly, her hand playing with the material of the jacket she still wore. A moment of silence passed and he could see as well as hear the slightly quickened breath.
" It's ok," he breathed
He watched as her bottom lip wobbled and her shoulders hunched and quickly moved to her side. The tears that streamed freely were a mixture of sheer relief and confusion. A combination of feelings he could identify with at the moment, although for different reasons. Mumbling comforting words and noises he could feel her begin to quiet, her body beginning to lean heavily on his. Not giving her a chance to fall into slumber he moved her to arms reach.
" I can't let you sleep Emily. I know it's hard but try and stay awake hmmm?"
Wiping her face with the back of her arm she nodded her head and sat a little straighter, bringing her legs out from under her. There was comfortable silence and a moment of quiet reflection before she spoke. He sat watching and waiting patiently.
"I thought he was going to kill me." She whispered
He didn't say anything, just nodded his head in a gesture of understanding. She seemed to fight for words and the moment of silence stretched.
" How did you feel?" he whispered just as quietly
He watched as she frowned, knowing she was trying to arrange her feelings into suitable categories.
" I was scared."
He paused knowing she wasn't finished.
" I thought you where going to kill him"
Nodding his head he shifted his gaze to her hands and took a deep breath.
" I was." He admitted carefully, looking to her face as she turned to look at him.
" What stopped you?" she whispered, although she already knew the answer. They both did.
" You" he said confidently.
Nodding her head she absently wiped the few tears that had rolled down her already wet cheeks and smiled a soft genuine smile. Reaching her hand out she placed it over his and gently squeezed. Nothing more was needed. The silent understanding of changes that had taken place was enough, it didn't need to be vocalised. Taking a shuddering deep breath, Emily rubbed her eyes with her fingers; the slight fog that had clouded her head was beginning to clear, leaving a headache in its wake. Leaning back against the cushions she once again looked to her father, who was as usual watching straight back. Frowning she softly bit her lip, studying the pattern of the aged throw on the wooden floor at his feet. Minutes passed and eventually she looked back to him.
" I don't want to leave," she croaked, tears already skirting her eyes.
Dr Lecter knew what had been coming. In the few minutes it had taken her to form the question he had already planned his answer and all that it entailed.
More soon, promise…….