Title: Past the Dawn
Rating: G
Summary: A series of 100 word snapshots into Kel and Dom's relationship. Written for ubiquitous at Goldenlake (fiefgoldenlake dot proboards dot com). Many more to come.
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CHAPTER TWO
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FOUR
"Don't leave. Please" Kel was surprised at the emotion that scratched at her voice. "I... won't accept the position."
Dom spun around the stare at her. "Don't be an idiot, Kel. I've known you as many things, but a fool was never one of them."
Kel swallowed. "Dom, the Own is yours. Don't leave it on my account. It's your home."
"Maybe I don't want that home anymore. Maybe I want a new one." He watched her for a reaction.
She stared at him. "Dom, we've discussed this. I need time-"
He shook his head sadly. "You always need time."
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FIVE
They reached a fork in the path, with one road leading to Dom's barracks, and the other winding up to the wing of the Palace set aside for knights.
They paused in a comfortable silence, looking each other over.
And then sudden wave of déjà vu washed over Kel, as if she knew what was about to transpire. She stiffened as Dom leant towards her. Shutting her eyes for a brief moment, she waited for his lips to meet hers.
Instead, they slowly brushed her left cheek. "Midwinter luck, Kel." He winked at her, and turned to follow his path.
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SIX
"It's fine". Kel protested.
Neal ignored her, peeling back her shirt to inspect the wound. "You're a bunch of savages. All brawn, no brain. It's a wonder any of the Own survives their training," he snapped at Dom.
"We're not that bad" Dom protested. He smiled reassuringly at Kel, but it didn't quite erase the concern in his eyes.
"Hmph," was Neal's response. "Kel, I can fix your shoulder and try to burn out the infection, but it will take time to repair properly."He paused, looking apologetic. "I'm going recommend that you be taken off active duty for two months."