Resurrection of Fire
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M through R › Reign of Fire
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
2,725
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Reign of Fire, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 2
Part 2
******
Our father which art in heaven
hallowed be thy name......
....And lead us not into
temptation but deliver us
from evil: for thine is the
kingdom, and the power,
and the glory for ever.
Amen
"Goodnight, Love." Calgary whispered, pushing a sable lock from the small face that stared up at her.
"Stay just a minute longer?" Came the small melodic voice, eyes filled with hope, filled with comfort for the first time in months.
"I mustn't, you need your rest. You've been walking a long while, Lass." Her heart shaped face lighting with concern and care, she tucked the edges of the woolen blanket around the girl and stood. "Dream of elves and fairies, my dear." She whispered as she turned and left the children's barrack like room behind. Closing the door to a cough here and there, and girlish giggles. She leaned heavily on the smooth metal, her body bombarded with waves of exhaustion. Giving thanks for the full belly and the beds they had that night her sigh sounded almost painful, nothing was taken for granted, not in these days.
"Calgary?" A voice came from down the hall and she lifted her head from it's dropping position and met Quinn's curious gaze. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine....Tired but fine..." She smiled and pushed away from the doors. "I was just tucking in my wee babes." Falling into step with him she cut her eyes over to him. "So, you're the big bad dragon slayer, are ya?" Her grin was teasing, light and playful.
"That I am..." He returned the grin, handing over the small silver flask he held carelessly in his hand. She took it and knocked back a healthy swallow, flame coursed it's way down her throat and opened up a cauldron of heat in the pit of her stomach. "What the hell is this, Man?" She gasped out, her breath stolen by the slow burn along her larynx.
"Just a little something we make here to warm a body on cold nights." He supplied, humor shinning in his eyes as they progressed through the halls and up a floor.
Passing a curtained room she heard the pained cry of an infant, high and long, taking much needed air from tiny lungs. "Wait, Quinn.." She came to a stop before the doorway.
"What?" He asked, stopping himself and turning back to her. His eyes mirrors of confusion as he looked to the door and then back to her.
"The baby...?" She began only to be cut off by him when he realized what had so thoroughly snagged her attention.
"Creedy and Alex...." He sighed, dropping his eyes worry had seized him a few nights earlier when the crying had started and lasted hours into the night. But by dawn the infant seemed fine, seemed to be sleeping without a care. "The baby's been doing that almost a week." Stepping between her and the curtain he called to Creedy.
"Quinn,..." she whispered from behind him, laying her hand on his shoulder. "I'm a doctor." His eyes swung to her over his shoulder as Creedy appeared before them.
"But we don't....." He stared with hopeful eyes. "There haven't been any doctors since..."
She stepped pasted him and Creedy and went to Alex's side, dropping to her knees before the sitting woman, tears coursing down her cheeks as she cradled the infant in her arms, trying to sooth him with a rocking motion. "May I?" Calgary asked, her arms held out for the baby. "I think I can help him."
Alex cut her eyes from the woman and then to her husband, he nodded as Quinn whispered something into his ear. She extended the withering infant, his small body splotched with crimson, his eyes glazed with internal pain.
"Shhhh...." She soothed, her hands taking in the heat that radiated from the baby's body. Watching carefully she noticed that at small intervals a tiny fist would come up rubbing wildly at the left ear. She smiled as he handed him back to Alex. "He has an ear infection."
"What'd we do about it?" Alex turned near pleading, exhausted eyes to Calgary, clutching the still crying infant to her chest.
"Nothing, the human body is a marvelous thing. He will heal himself , but in the meantime..." She turned to Quinn and smiled. "If I can find my pack I'll give you some willow bar. You can steep a weak tea and give it to him every two hours..." Reaching out she smoothed a hand across the small downy head. "It'll keep the fever down and reduce his pain. And the both of you will get some much needed sleep."
Quinn was already in motion. Her pack had been taken to his room and he was there and back in brief moments, handing over the hide bag as he moved into the room. He starred at her as she continued to explain the treatment of the weakened infant to Alex. Admiration shone in his dark eyes, and in no small measure relief, they finally had a doctor.
Turning towards him she motioned for them to leave, giving the family time to settle the wailing baby. "Well, at least there should be some relief there soon." She absently commented, holding out her hand.
Quinn shook his head as they mounted the stairs to his room, a floor above, knowing exactly what she wanted. He handed over the flask only after he pulled another long draw into his own throat. Shoving the newly replaced door open he ushered her into the room, small and cramped but his alone. "How is it that your a doctor, Calgary?" He asked, finally giving voice to the questions that had been burning a trench through his mind.
"My father was a doctor. Studied at the University in Edinburgh...." She eased onto his down bed and folded her legs beneath her. "As a child he couldn't keep me out of his office, couldn't keep me from asking a thousand and one questions about diagnosing and treating his patients. He taught me all that he could before....Before...." She dropped her emerald eyes, still unable to talk of the horror of the nuclear strikes, and the subsequent winter of fall out, the horror of the flying anarchy. Lifting her face to him as he came closer, she whispered. " I'm a VERY good student, Quinn." Saline tears of pain coursed down her cheeks, dripping like slow summer rain from her chin. Pain and exhaustion apparent in her leveled gaze. The time to morn was finally at hand, giving into a safer haven than she ever believe existed. This was Quinn, the savior.
TBC
******
Our father which art in heaven
hallowed be thy name......
....And lead us not into
temptation but deliver us
from evil: for thine is the
kingdom, and the power,
and the glory for ever.
Amen
"Goodnight, Love." Calgary whispered, pushing a sable lock from the small face that stared up at her.
"Stay just a minute longer?" Came the small melodic voice, eyes filled with hope, filled with comfort for the first time in months.
"I mustn't, you need your rest. You've been walking a long while, Lass." Her heart shaped face lighting with concern and care, she tucked the edges of the woolen blanket around the girl and stood. "Dream of elves and fairies, my dear." She whispered as she turned and left the children's barrack like room behind. Closing the door to a cough here and there, and girlish giggles. She leaned heavily on the smooth metal, her body bombarded with waves of exhaustion. Giving thanks for the full belly and the beds they had that night her sigh sounded almost painful, nothing was taken for granted, not in these days.
"Calgary?" A voice came from down the hall and she lifted her head from it's dropping position and met Quinn's curious gaze. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine....Tired but fine..." She smiled and pushed away from the doors. "I was just tucking in my wee babes." Falling into step with him she cut her eyes over to him. "So, you're the big bad dragon slayer, are ya?" Her grin was teasing, light and playful.
"That I am..." He returned the grin, handing over the small silver flask he held carelessly in his hand. She took it and knocked back a healthy swallow, flame coursed it's way down her throat and opened up a cauldron of heat in the pit of her stomach. "What the hell is this, Man?" She gasped out, her breath stolen by the slow burn along her larynx.
"Just a little something we make here to warm a body on cold nights." He supplied, humor shinning in his eyes as they progressed through the halls and up a floor.
Passing a curtained room she heard the pained cry of an infant, high and long, taking much needed air from tiny lungs. "Wait, Quinn.." She came to a stop before the doorway.
"What?" He asked, stopping himself and turning back to her. His eyes mirrors of confusion as he looked to the door and then back to her.
"The baby...?" She began only to be cut off by him when he realized what had so thoroughly snagged her attention.
"Creedy and Alex...." He sighed, dropping his eyes worry had seized him a few nights earlier when the crying had started and lasted hours into the night. But by dawn the infant seemed fine, seemed to be sleeping without a care. "The baby's been doing that almost a week." Stepping between her and the curtain he called to Creedy.
"Quinn,..." she whispered from behind him, laying her hand on his shoulder. "I'm a doctor." His eyes swung to her over his shoulder as Creedy appeared before them.
"But we don't....." He stared with hopeful eyes. "There haven't been any doctors since..."
She stepped pasted him and Creedy and went to Alex's side, dropping to her knees before the sitting woman, tears coursing down her cheeks as she cradled the infant in her arms, trying to sooth him with a rocking motion. "May I?" Calgary asked, her arms held out for the baby. "I think I can help him."
Alex cut her eyes from the woman and then to her husband, he nodded as Quinn whispered something into his ear. She extended the withering infant, his small body splotched with crimson, his eyes glazed with internal pain.
"Shhhh...." She soothed, her hands taking in the heat that radiated from the baby's body. Watching carefully she noticed that at small intervals a tiny fist would come up rubbing wildly at the left ear. She smiled as he handed him back to Alex. "He has an ear infection."
"What'd we do about it?" Alex turned near pleading, exhausted eyes to Calgary, clutching the still crying infant to her chest.
"Nothing, the human body is a marvelous thing. He will heal himself , but in the meantime..." She turned to Quinn and smiled. "If I can find my pack I'll give you some willow bar. You can steep a weak tea and give it to him every two hours..." Reaching out she smoothed a hand across the small downy head. "It'll keep the fever down and reduce his pain. And the both of you will get some much needed sleep."
Quinn was already in motion. Her pack had been taken to his room and he was there and back in brief moments, handing over the hide bag as he moved into the room. He starred at her as she continued to explain the treatment of the weakened infant to Alex. Admiration shone in his dark eyes, and in no small measure relief, they finally had a doctor.
Turning towards him she motioned for them to leave, giving the family time to settle the wailing baby. "Well, at least there should be some relief there soon." She absently commented, holding out her hand.
Quinn shook his head as they mounted the stairs to his room, a floor above, knowing exactly what she wanted. He handed over the flask only after he pulled another long draw into his own throat. Shoving the newly replaced door open he ushered her into the room, small and cramped but his alone. "How is it that your a doctor, Calgary?" He asked, finally giving voice to the questions that had been burning a trench through his mind.
"My father was a doctor. Studied at the University in Edinburgh...." She eased onto his down bed and folded her legs beneath her. "As a child he couldn't keep me out of his office, couldn't keep me from asking a thousand and one questions about diagnosing and treating his patients. He taught me all that he could before....Before...." She dropped her emerald eyes, still unable to talk of the horror of the nuclear strikes, and the subsequent winter of fall out, the horror of the flying anarchy. Lifting her face to him as he came closer, she whispered. " I'm a VERY good student, Quinn." Saline tears of pain coursed down her cheeks, dripping like slow summer rain from her chin. Pain and exhaustion apparent in her leveled gaze. The time to morn was finally at hand, giving into a safer haven than she ever believe existed. This was Quinn, the savior.
TBC