Title: The Clock Strikes Twelve
Summary: The final flames flicker resolutely in the night as she clutches onto his arm, and he takes his final breath- the lights wane and all is still.
Character(s): Hope C., Arthur T.
Genre: Angst/General ::AU-ish::
Rating: K+
Fandom:39 Clues

#11 ::Midnight::

And they countdown to the final seconds of the year, both fully understanding it may be their last.

#12 ::Temptation::

"Don't accept it Hope," she can hear his panicked voice warn her, but the promises the Vesper had whispered -of safety, of a danger-free life, of her family, of him- ring brazenly in her ears, and she takes a deep breath before stepping forwards.

#13 ::View::

To him, it is simple- the Cahills are weaklings who cannot control the state of Hawaii if their lives depended on it; but nothin is ever simple, and of course she has to waltz right into his life and change his perspectives on things.

#14 ::Music::

She stares at him, mouth hanging open and completely bewildered as he raises an eyebrow and smirks, "come on, Hope, me playing the piano isn't that hard to believe."

#15 ::Silk::

"That's our clue," Cora Wizard's piercing voice cuts through the air and Hope flinches as Arthur drops the piece of silk.

#16 ::Cover::

She makes a face at his sunglasses and ridiculous baseball cap, muttering, "dude, you're not famous and I doubt anyone will recognize you with, or without the glasses."

#17 ::Promise::

He promises her everything as she sits, huddled next to him, sobbing her heart out into his shirt; that new C.O.D. game, a freshly baked strawberry pie, her mother's safety, her sister's forgiveness- he promises her that they are safe, all of them, from the mass murder occuring around them.

#18 ::Dream::

She dreams of fields of never-ending grass stretched out the horizon, of her family standing next to her, all of them, unbroken, of a world free of Vespers, Gideon's ring and serum- before she wakes up to her squabbling cousins and realizes that it is not realistic, it will not happen anytime soon.

#19 ::Candle::

The final flames flicker resolutely in the night as she clutches onto his arm, and he takes his final breath- the lights wane and all is still.

#20 ::Talent::

"It must be a talent," he remarks as he casually observes the seething woman and the bucket of spilled water beside her, "being able to annoy you like this and easily pull pranks."

DISCLAIMER: The prompts are taken from the LiveJournal community, 1sentence. This is set No. 3, Gamma.

A/N: I think some of these were run-ons. Writing an effective sentence for each is harder than I thought. Also, as of now, I am returning reviews. This is to promote a project I plan on doing during the summer. A little early, but hey, it's better to get a head start.

-Golden