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Sep. 30th, 2004 08:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
clumsy_aurorThere are jets of light everywhere. They hit her, but she can't seem to feel them -- all she can see is that rectangle of warm yellow light, the glow of safety and friends. She throws herself through the door, gasping, bleeding, and Bernard rushes over. He pulls her away and reaches a hand out to slam the door, just as Halloway reaches it.
Only this time, he's not fast enough.
She hears the words, sees the green light, watches his body fall to the floor, eyes wide and vacant. Then the angel falls, white feathers fluttering away as his body crumples to the ground. Crowley, rushing in to protect Aziraphale, is cut down without a second thought. She stares in horror as a tear finally trickles down his lifeless face.
And Charlie. Covering her body with his before the flash of green light reaches her.
Wasted lives. Her fault. Her doing.
"Tonks. Wake up."
Her eyes flew open. Crowley was bent over her, a firm hand carefully pressed against her shoulder. She took a deep breath.
"Bad dream?" he said lightly, sitting down on the edge of the bed.
"No," she lied, trying to keep her voice steady and failing miserably.
Crowley raised an eyebrow. "Charlie told me you're a talker. In your sleep. Worse with nightmares, isn't it?"
She said nothing.
"You're alive," he said calmly. "And it'll likely take a lot more than a wizard to kill either the angel or myself."
"The others." she whispered desperately, tears creeping into her voice.
"They're human, of course. They could die." He gazed steadily into her eyes. "It's a war, Tonks. You make the choice to risk your life everyday. Don't take that choice away from others."
Tonks silently stared down at the blanket.
Crowley didn't move for a long time.
Only this time, he's not fast enough.
She hears the words, sees the green light, watches his body fall to the floor, eyes wide and vacant. Then the angel falls, white feathers fluttering away as his body crumples to the ground. Crowley, rushing in to protect Aziraphale, is cut down without a second thought. She stares in horror as a tear finally trickles down his lifeless face.
And Charlie. Covering her body with his before the flash of green light reaches her.
Wasted lives. Her fault. Her doing.
"Tonks. Wake up."
Her eyes flew open. Crowley was bent over her, a firm hand carefully pressed against her shoulder. She took a deep breath.
"Bad dream?" he said lightly, sitting down on the edge of the bed.
"No," she lied, trying to keep her voice steady and failing miserably.
Crowley raised an eyebrow. "Charlie told me you're a talker. In your sleep. Worse with nightmares, isn't it?"
She said nothing.
"You're alive," he said calmly. "And it'll likely take a lot more than a wizard to kill either the angel or myself."
"The others." she whispered desperately, tears creeping into her voice.
"They're human, of course. They could die." He gazed steadily into her eyes. "It's a war, Tonks. You make the choice to risk your life everyday. Don't take that choice away from others."
Tonks silently stared down at the blanket.
Crowley didn't move for a long time.
