Title: Beneath the Sheet
Fandom: Scarlet Pimpernel
Characters: Percy and Marguerite
Prompt: She
Word Count: 186
Rating: PG
Summary: Percy angst about his wife
Author's Notes: I apologise profusely for my lack of up-dates. --; I am a horrible person.

Sir Percy feared the sheet more that he had ever feared anything in his life. He feared it because he who what – who – it hid. Whose lovely curves it kept from him; whose lips would never again smile that smile. And who could be blamed for putting her there.

He had requested she not come, but she was determined. She wanted to help him, to make good her transgressions, and to free countrymen. How could he refuse such a noble crusade? How could he ever refuse her? He was hers. Is. Can't be, anymore.

The bullet was meant for him. They shot at the retreating figures in the hopes of killing, or at least wounding the Scarlet Pimpernel. They almost accomplished their goal, but Marguerite jumped in front of her husband, taking the bullet.

She died in his arms.


Percy woke in a cold sweat, screaming. Marguerite, living and lovely, rolled over, sat-up, and stroked his hair, softly pulling him back to bed. He held her tightly, puncturing her kisses with whispered endearments. She didn't need to ask, he dreamed nearly the same nightmare every night.