A/N: Ok! Geez, I never thought anyone would like this, but I guess there are more Graham lovers out there than just me. Oh, the nummyness of him is just far too great to let him slip off of my brain. Yeah, that sounded weird to me too. And after the incredibly shitty day I have going for me, I needed to imagine him and Tonks hashing it out. It gives me happy tingles to see them together. (Happy tingles sooo needed right now.) So, now that I've killed off Riley, what more is there to discuss? Oh, so you're a witch?
There's A Light In Your Eyes
Graham Miller sat, waiting for his superiors to see him. He'd been away from Tonks for nearly two weeks. And it was slowly killing him. He missed seeing her. He smiled in remembrance.
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When he found out that he had to take the bodies of his friends back to the states for burial, Tonks had been so sure he'd never come back to her. Why would he want to? He was a soldier. Soldiers did as they were told.
He would leave her, and not look back at all.
Black was a suitable color for her hair.
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Graham kept his face completely controlled as his spoke to his commanders. They didn't understand why he was being so secrative about who had actually held him hostage. He had never understood what Riley had been hinting at all those years ago. That sometimes, because of the person at the core of it, you couldn't be all about the mission.
Some things were more important than the mission.
He walked out the door when they were finished. His hand went to loosen the tie around his throat as he paused in front of the door where Riley and Sam's bodies were. Then he walked out into the sunlight.
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Tonks watched as the rain streaked her windows. It had started up an hour ago, and showed no signs of stopping. She sniffled a few times, her eyes red from crying. Her cheeks were still damp from the tears.
There was soft knock at her door. She brushed the tears from her eyes and made the redness disappear from under her eyes. Plastering a fake grin on her face, she yanked the door open.
And faltered as she looked up into the one face she was sure she'd never see again.
Graham gave her a weird look before pulling her to him. He caught her mouth and gave her the soundest kiss she'd ever had. Time seemed to stand still, and she caught on to his shirt front, sure she'd stop breathing and fall over dead if she didn't grab onto him.
When he finally broke the kiss, she let go, falling back a little. But his arms surrounded her, pulling her close. He smiled at her bewildered look.
"But - I thought. . . .you're company or military. . . you had to go . . .what are you doing here?" She said, breathlessly.
"Shh. Does it matter?" He asked softly.
She shook her head fiercely. Tears reached the surface of her eyes as she smiled up at him. He smiled back at her. He still had that funny look on his face.
"What is it?" She asked nervously. Graham caught a strand of her black hair in his fingers.
"Didn't I tell you I liked your wild hair?" He grinned as the strand changed to a bright violet in his fingers.
A/N 2: Together now: Awww. Total fluff that gets permanently finished in the next installment. How'd I do?