Title: The Clock Strikes Twelve
Summary: Her breathing is shallow and quick, her eyes dart around the room frantically across the sea of people, and her face is deathly pale; he crosses the distance between them and envelopes her in his arms, knowing she is about to start hyperventilating, that the crowd is too much for her to handle right now.
Character(s): Hope C., Arthur T.
Genre: Angst/General ::AU-ish::
Rating: K+
Fandom:39 Clues

#31 ::Sacred::

He blinks up at her, confused, "what's sacred geometry?" and the only thing he gets is a roll of the eye and a flippant, "it's something complex that archaeologists use, I don't even get it myself."

#32 ::Farewells::

"Parting is such sweet sorrow, but we will meet again," he sings as he waltzes away from her, laughing all the while.

#33 ::World::

Vesper Five smirks at them, "the world is mine, at my mercy, at my feet, and so are you," and they try not to shiver at those words, but it is all in vain.

#34 ::Formal::

"Huh," he comments as she walks towards him in a midnight blue dress, "who would thought you could pull off a dress-" she cuts him off with a light punch, "-but you do look pretty."

#35 ::Fever::

"I'm not sick," he insists, brushing off her hand which lay concerned on his forehead, "I'm just really, really hot-" her eyes widen and she struggles to contain a snort, "-and not like that!"

#36 ::Laugh::

He watches her as she guffaws, the tilt of her head, the way she slaps her knee and bends down- he would be laughing with her if he were not on the ground with a yellow banana peel next to his foot.

#37 ::Lies::

He forces a grin and nods cheerfully in her direction," of course it's alright- everything's going to be okay and it's all because I have a plan," and though she still looks suspicious, she nods and let's him go-

he doesn't have a plan.

#38 ::Forever::

"I don't," she snaps impatiently as he get down on one knee, "have forever Arthur and I'd appreciate it if you'd just say what you need too-" her mouth falls when he opens a white velvet box and stutters the words out.

#39 ::Overwhelmed::

Her breathing is shallow and quick, her eyes dart around the room frantically across the sea of people, and her face is deathly pale; he crosses the distance between them and envelopes her in his arms, knowing she is about to start hyperventilating, that the crowd is too much for her to handle right now.

#40 ::Whisper::

At night she hears the willow branches tap softly on her window, and when insomnia consumes her, she stands on her balcony with closed eyes, listening to the past whispers whilst a tear trickles down her cheek.

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

A/N: Just to clarify, in the last AU (#40 Whisper), Arthur is dead.

Not my best, I got lazy. I'm leaving for a trip later on so I thought I'd update.

One more chapter. This is the first non one/two-shot I have ever [almost] completed. Haha.