I wasn't planning on updating tonight until I read Elemental Gypsy's "Creative Flare" in which she hints at SpencerxTala and inspiration struck in the form of a oneshot about thunderstorms and cute romance. I hope you enjoy and please review!
Spencer stared out his bedroom window watching the storm that was raging outside. It had already knocked out the power and he was pretty sure that it had knocked over a few trees as well. He could never sleep during thunderstorms and had long since given up on trying. There wasn't anything to do but watch the light show that the storm provided until it had passed. The lightning's unpredictability and complete randomness amazed him. Even if meteorologists could predict that there would be lightning with a storm they could never tell anyone exactly where or when the lightning would strike let alone the path it would take. They were fast and if you weren't paying attention you could miss the magnificent display that they were putting on for you to see. Spencer smiled softly as another bolt of lightning struck through the sky illuminating the house's back yard easily. The flash lasted just long enough for him to know that they would be doing some serious cleaning up in their yard once the skies had cleared.
His bedroom door opened slowly and let out a high pitched squeak that seemed too loud in the otherwise silent house. Looking up he smiled at the redhead that was creeping across his room to him and laughed when said redhead practically flew into his arms when another bolt of lightning raced across the dark skies and thunder roared only seconds later. The storm was almost directly over them so Spencer couldn't say he was surprised that his captain currently had his face buried in the elder's chest. Gently he shifted his wolf and cradled him against his larger body. "It's okay Tala. The storm can't hurt you." Tala nodded, but didn't lift his head from Spencer's chest. Laughing softly he gently slipped his fingers underneath Tala's chin and forced the wolf to look up at him. He immediately recognized the fear etched into ice blue orbs and smiled softly. "There's no reason to be afraid of a little storm Tala."
"This isn't a little storm! It's huge and it's right over our heads!" Tala's fright showed through his voice despite the training they had both received within the dark confines of the abbey's walls. Spencer kissed his captain's forehead gently before the wolf tucked his head beneath the whale's chin. "Why do you like them so much? There's nothing good about them."
"There's plenty good about them. The rain replenishes the ground's water supply and allows everything to not only survive but thrive. The lightning and thunder release the Earth's pent-up energy that would otherwise cause disasters." He chuckled when his statements did little to calm the trembling redhead as yet another bolt of lightning struck and thunder roared in the same second. "It's directly above us now. Do you want to hear a couple of stories about thunderstorms?" Tala nodded and snuggled further into his oldest teammate's embrace. "There's one that my mother used to tell me when I couldn't sleep. She was a very religious woman, but she was always willing to take a lighthearted look at it. She used to say that thunderstorms were really just God and the Devil bowling. The lightning is the path of the bowling ball and the thunder is the sound of the ball crashing into the pins. The clouds are the floor that they play on and the rain is the tears of the angels and demons. Every time God gets a strike the demons cry, but every time the Devil gets a strike the angels cry. The reason that the rain doesn't let up is because when God and the Devil bowl against one another they always get strikes and neither ever wins, because if one side would win then the other would disappear and you can't have good without evil."
Tala laughed a bit at the story. "That's stupid Spence. Did you actually believe that story?"
Spencer laughed and ran his fingers through Tala's shower dampened hair. The wolf had been in the middle of his shower when the power had gone out. "If I had told you that when you were six you would have believed it just like I did. I always thought that my mother knew everything. She always had an answer to my questions even if it was a completely ridiculous one. Do you want to hear another story?" Tala nodded his confirmation as his body's trembling began to slow. "There's a story that says that lightning storms represent the battle between good and evil. During dark nights where not even the stars and moon can shine light on the world the lightning fights the battle they are kept from. When the clouds block out the moon and stars, the lightning picks up the slack and illuminates the world as best it can against the repressive darkness. It will never truly win this battle just as the moon and stars can never win. The only thing that can win against the night is the sun, but the sun eventually loses to the powers of darkness at the end of the day again. It's a never ending struggle that keeps the world balanced and prevents either good or evil from getting the upper hand."
Tala nuzzled Spencer's chest gently. "I like that one better. It makes more sense." Spencer gently massaged the back of Tala's head with his fingertips before letting them slip down below Tala's jaw to tilt his face up and look him in the eye. "What?" Spencer kissed the wolf's nose gently causing Tala to wrinkle his nose. "You're being affectionate tonight" he whispered as he tucked his head back beneath his blonde's chin.
"I worry about you Tala. I really do. Out of all of us you're the one with the most scars left. It scares me that you still come running to me when it starts to storm. I feel like there's nothing I'll ever be able to do to help you and I don't like feeling helpless." Spencer gently squeezed his captain.
"This helps. It helps to be able to come to you and curl up in your arms for awhile. Nothing bad can happen to me so long as I'm in your arms. It's been that way ever since that first night you protected me from Boris. You kept me curled up in your arms all night because you knew that Boris wouldn't come after me if you were around. He wanted me to feel like I was alone and you wouldn't let him do that. You've always protected me Spencer. As long as you continue to do that you'll be helping me. I need you to keep protecting me." Tala's fingers curled around the fabric of Spencer's shirt tightly as Spencer's arms shifted so that he could pick up the much lighter wolf. The blond Russian carried his captain over to his bed and curled up with him beneath the covers. "I thought you couldn't sleep during storms."
"I can't, but that doesn't mean that you can't get some sleep somewhere more comfortable than the window bench. Close your eyes and try to get some sleep. I'll be here watching over you. Nothing's going to hurt you." Tala lifted his head and pressed a gentle kiss to Spencer's lips. "I love you too. Go to sleep wolf." Tala nodded and snuggled as close as he could into his boyfriend's chest. "You're never alone" were the last words the still frightened wolf heard as he drifted off into a dreamless sleep.
There you go! The stories about thundestorms I heard from other people and then tweaked. My best friend told me about God and the Devil. Then the other story I read somewhere, but couldn't remember the detail so I tweaked it. XD. Please review and let me know what you think! Please?
Tala: Review so that she doesn't start crying
I'm not about to start crying
Spencer: True, but you'll cry if you don't get any reviews.
So true...