New chapter! Yay! Ok so the first chapter was kinda short but it was like an introduction kind of thing… Hopefully this one will be longer!
Enjoy the second chapter!
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"So are you a fairy or something? Cause ya kinda look like it to me!" Alfred asked.
Harry huffed. "No I am not a fairy! How could you possible think that?" Harry made an attempt to stand up from his position on the floor. "And what right do you have questioning someone who has clearly just woken up?" He fell back on his butt and winced as a short burst of pain shot through his broken wing.
Alfred looked a little surprised at his accent. "You're a British Fairy-thing… why am I not surprised?"
"I'm not a Fairy!" Harry shouted angrily. He wanted to get up but his wing prevented him from doing so. Alfred sat on the floor in front of him and chuckled.
"You're a grumpy British F-"Alfred stopped at Harry's glare. "Okay then what are you?"
"I… uh… I'm an elf actually." Harry admitted sheepishly.
"Isn't that like a fairy?"
"No! Fairies are tiny!"
"But you are tiny!"
Harry's glare increased ten-fold. "I am at a perfectly acceptable height for elves thank you very much! Besides, Fairies only get about three inches tall."
Alfred snorted. "You're like four feet tall dude…"
"I am four feet and SIX inches!" Harry blushed in embarrassment when Alfred laughed. "Shut up! You're just really tall!"
"Awww don't get all embarrassed!" Alfred stood up and turned toward the door. "I'll be back with some bandages and stuff for your wing. Just stay there."
When Alfred was gone, Harry's glare subsided to a pout. He crossed his arms and waited for Alfred to get back. Harry wondered why he even bothered to just sit there. He didn't even know Alfred all that much. For all Harry knew he could be some kind of rapist or something. Harry hoped not. But there wasn't much he could do with a broken wing.
Alfred came back and sat beside Harry on the floor again. He scooted closer so he could reach his wing and lightly ran his hand over it, trying to see how bad the damage was. Harry winced as his hand traveled over the fracture.
"It doesn't seem to be that bad. I'm gonna splint it and wrap it up to your back so it can heal right." Alfred glanced at Harry's face to see his reaction.
"Right… um yes that sounds… good." Harry was blushing again "Are you going to set it first?"
"Actually it doesn't need setting, which is weird, but it could just be an elf thing. I wouldn't know…" Alfred started to unravel the bandages.
"No I'm pretty sure it's just my luck…" Harry sighed. Alfred smiled and gently placed a splint on Harry's wing before pushing it against his back to strap it to his torso.
"Well you must have pretty good luck then."
"Like you wouldn't believe." They lapsed into a comfortable silence, only occasionally interrupted by gasps when Harry felt pain. When the wing was fully strapped into place, Alfred stood and reached down to help Harry up. His balance was slightly off sense one wing was tucked in and the other wasn't.
Alfred maneuvered them over to the bed. He made sure he stayed close enough so that Harry wouldn't fall.
"Why are you helping me?" Alfred jumped at the sudden question and turned curious eyes on his guest. "I just thought it was rather curious of you to help… someone like me…"
"Harry, it wouldn't have mattered if you had two heads and spoke gibberish. I can't be very heroic if I don't help people! I am a hero, after all!" This statement made Harry laugh. "Hey you can't just laugh in the face of your rescuer!"
"So if you're the hero, what does that make me?" Harry questioned
Alfred's answer was instant. "The damsel in distress!"
"I'm no damsel!"
"You are now! You can't be my sidekick! That's Mattie's job!" Alfred replied. "'sides I saved you. Sidekicks aren't saved! They help in the saving!"
"Whatever…" Harry mumbled. "Who's 'Mattie'? Is he a mate of yours or something?"
Alfred blushed. "No! He's not my mate! We're like, Brothers!"
Harry looked surprised. "So? Brothers make the best mates!"
"Eeeeeew! That's like incest!"
"What the blood hell are you on about? This has nothing to do with incest!" Harry shouted. It was quiet for a few moments before Harry burst out laughing. "You don't know very many 'british' terms do you?"
"Huh?" Was Alfred's only reply…
"I meant 'is he your friend'. We call friends 'mates' over in England."Harry was still laughing and almost fell backwards onto his wing but caught himself.
Alfred slapped his own forehead. "Gah! I should have known that! I have a friend who lives in England!" This only made Harry laugh harder.
Once the laughing had died down, Alfred's eyes suddenly lit up, like he just remembered something. "Are you hungry? You haven't eaten sense you woke up."
Harry shook his head no but blushed when his stomach decided to disagree. Alfred flashed his million-watt smile and stood. "I'll take that as a yes then…"
Harry made to get up too, but Alfred put a restraining hand on his shoulder. "I'll bring the food to you when it's done. I don't want your wing to get hurt anymore."
It was about an hour later when Alfred walked in with two plates. Both had hamburgers and French fries. Harry wrinkled his nose. "Aren't Hamburgers really greasy?"
Alfred grinned. "Of course! That's what makes it good! Same with bacon… and fries…" Alfred zoned out, his burger halfway to his mouth.
Harry tried to get his attention again. "Alfred… Aaaaalfred… ALFRED!"
Alfred snapped out of his thoughts, which mostly stayed around greasy foods, and locked eyes with Harry. "Please don't do that again… That was rather creepy."
"Sorry, Dude!" Harry looked up at him and had to do a double take. Alfred had almost finished his burger already. He had one bite left and his cheeks were puffed out like a squirrel. Harry had to wonder how he had managed to speak with his mouth full.
"Slow down! It isn't a contest you know!" Alfred swallowed loudly and barely gave himself time to breath before he ate the last bite. Once he swallowed that, he smiled sheepishly and said. "Sorry, I'm used to eating fast. I just got back from a trip to Iraq…"
"Oh are you in the military? You don't live on a base."
"You could say that…"
"You're not being cryptic at all…" Harry remarked while rolling his eyes.
"I'm not really in the military, but I work for the government. Top secret so I can't tell you." Alfred said.
"Top Secret? Like Secret Service?" Alfred remained silent. "Will you tell me if I find out on my own?" Alfred glanced over at Harry briefly and sighed.
"Okay let's make a deal. If you can figure it out before your wing heals, I will tell you the whole story and whatever else needs to be gone over. If you can't then you can go home or where ever and stop worrying about it. Unless…" Alfreds tone changed. "… You want to stay." Alfred wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.
Harry squeaked and then blushed in embarrassment. Harry couldn't seem to stop himself from doing that. "F-fine! I'll find th-this secret of yours! Definitly! I'm great at finding things!" 'Stupid now your babbling nonsense! Get a hold of yours!'
"So it's a deal? Sweet!" Alfred smiled another bright smile before hearing the phone ring again.
"Sorry… Gotta get that…" With that he left.
Harry couldn't help but think that this was going to be very interesting.
Alfred unknowingly agreed.
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Fail ending is fail! New Chapter is up and longer than the last one! I need more reviews! Especially for pairings! Thanks for the suggestion to slow down a bit… I hope this is better but if it isn't just let me know and I will attempt to make the next one slower… Also warn me if it gets to slow! I don't have too much experience with that kind of thing…
