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My first Februfluff fic for @monthly-challenge! For the prompt "sharing food" I FINALLY finished a Valiant fic. It's three chapters long over on AO3 (and technically the food sharing doesn't happen until the last chapter, but it's close enough) but they're pretty short, and you can also read the full thing under the cut!
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1.
The police were already there when he pulled into the Reggen family estateās driveway. Technically, Federal Marshalls werenāt first responders, but Galen had been called anyway. It was his family who lived here, after allā and his CI who was involved in the incident, allegedly.
As he strode towards the front door, flashing his badge to the cop who moved to stop him, Galen could already hear Eldin shouting. āThis is unacceptableā I am not allowing some deceptive criminal to stay in my house and endanger our family!ā
There was a response in a lower voiceā Lissa, Galen guessedā and Eldin let out a laugh that bordered on hysterical. āNot her fault? Oh, no, how could it be? She only CHALLENGED AN ENTIRE GANG!ā
Galen located the source of the noiseā the study, which he still thought of as Torrenās even after heād been gone for a few years nowā and pushed the door open. Eldin was standing behind the desk, face flushed red with frustration, and Lissa stood before him, her face set impassively. They both looked up at his arrival.
āAbout time,ā Eldin snapped, glaring at him. āOur home is under assault, and itās your little criminalās fault, Verras.ā
It took a bit of a struggle to keep his face impassive, avoiding the grimace he felt. Eldin was far from his most reasonable at the moment, and this situation was going to be hard to deal with. āI heard there was an incident,ā Galen said, his voice steady.
āSomeone drove by and threw a brick through the window,ā Lissa said. Her voice was far less hysterical than Eldinās, but still a little unsteady as she continued, āThe brick has the Dukeās symbol on it.ā
āWhich means itās a message,ā Eldin said, folding his arms and scowling. āAnd that message says that weāre being endangered by that Gramton girl and her brat.ā
Donāt lash out. Stay calm, you know it wonāt help. āSaville is in danger, too,ā Galen said, keeping his voice low and reasonable. āYou canāt just throw her out into the street, thereās too much at stake here. Sheās our best weapon against themāā
āSheās a liability, and I want her GONE!ā
āEldināā
Jabbing a finger at him, Eldin said, āDonāt you DARE try and convince us, Marshal Verras. Sheās leaving TONIGHT and thatās final.ā
āIf you throw her out, someone could come after herāā
āI donāt care, so long as it doesnāt happen in our house! We are the victims here, you realize!ā
Galen loved his cousin, he truly did. But there were times when he almost wanted to take him by the shoulders and shout at him. Didnāt he see that Saville was in danger of far more than bricks through the window?
But she had yet to flinch, even after facing down gang leaders and his cousins and the AUSA, Leymonn. Sheād been terrified, Galen could see that much. But despite all of it, sheād stood strong and fierce, protecting Will and herself.
He admired it. Maybe more so than he should have.
āWell?ā Eldinās sharp tone cut through Galenās thoughts. āAre you going to do something about her? Or should I call Leymonn, see what he thinks we should do with her?ā
No. If Leymonn got involved, Saville would wind up on the streets, or worse. Galen glanced at Lissa, hoping to find an ally there. But her gaze was lowered. Which means itās up to me.
Taking a deep breath, he said, āIāll handle it. Where is she?ā
2.
I could hear the shouting from all the way upstairs, in the small room Iād been given when Marshal Verras brought Will and I to the Reggenās home. Pressing my lips together, I tried hard not to scowl, to push down the fury I felt twisting in my chest.
It wasnāt as if Iād ever been a particularly welcome guest here. Eldin had treated me with uneasy dislike, and his attorney friend Leymonn with open disdain. Lissa had, after a little while, become more civil with me, but we were far from becoming best friends. The brick through the window had been the last straw, and Eldin had demanded Will and I leave before the police had even arrived.
So here I was. Shoving clothes into the ancient suitcase Iād carried with me when we had left. Trying not to think about everything at onceā where we would go, what would happen next, how soon the Dukeās men would catch up with us.
āSir?ā
My eyes moved up to where Will was sitting on the bed. Heād been given his own room, but snuck into my room to curl up with a few blankets on the rug next to it almost every night. Heād been sleeping there when weād both been jolted awake by screeching tires, shattering glass, and the sound of Eldin shouting.
Heād stayed upstairs while I went down to deal with the situation, but I knew heād had to hear the yelling. And with me packing, he knew what was going on.
āWhere are we going to go?ā he whispered.
It was a good question. A question I wished I could answer properly, or at the very least, protect him from. But Will was far too smart for me to lie to. āWe canāt go back to the shop,ā I told him. āItās being watched, by the Dukeās men and by the marshals. I have a little money, so we might be able to afford a hotel room.ā
I hoped, at least. If there wasnāt enough, we might find ourselves sleeping on a park bench, and I had a very hard time believing the Duke would let us last the night somewhere so vulnerable. If only I could keep him safe. If only I could keep both of us safe. If only I didnāt have to. Sky above, it was getting hard to stand up to everything coming my way.Ā
There was a small part of me, a part that I could never entertain for long, that wished someone else could be strong for me. That someone would come along and protect us. But I knew better. I would have to protect both myself and Will, whatever it took.
āGo get your things,ā I told him quietly.Ā
Will got to his feet, looking a little less nervous than he had before. But I knew him well enough to see that he was still scared. And, if I was being honest, I was too.
Enough of that, I told myself. Nowās not the time for honesty, if it makes things worse. Now is the time to grit your teeth and get it done, because no one is going to do it for you.
As Will slipped out of my room, I caught the sound of a familiar baritone downstairs, cutting through Eldinās yelling. It was too low for me to make out the words, but I knew who it was. Marshal Verras had arrived on the scene. Which meant he was probably going to try and convince Will and I to stay, and Iād have none of that.
We may have been protected from the Duke and his men here, but we werenāt safe. Not really, with Leymonn skulking in and out all week, making sly comments about Will and trying to leverage me into agreeing to things.
Eldin and Lissa may have been hard to deal with, but Leymonn was far worse. He didnāt scare meā his power did, and what he might do with it.
So I was leaving, and so was Will, and that was that. Gathering myself, I collected the last of my things in the roomā a jacket hanging over the end of the bedstead. The puzzle box that Marshal Verras had given Will to play with. The shirt of Willās Iād been mending, which I tucked into her suitcaseā and headed for the door.
Will was waiting for me outside my door, his backpack over one shoulder. Together, we headed for the door for the stairs that led down to the main level. I clutched her suitcase in one hand, slipping my jacket around my shoulders.
I pulled open the door, and came face to face with Marshal Verras.Ā
He looked only mildly surprised to see Will and I. His gaze moved from me to the suitcase in my hand to Will, then back to me.
Lifting my chin, I said, āWeāre not staying here.ā
To my surprise, he nodded. āNo, youāre not. You and Will are coming with me.ā
I only hesitated a minute before following him, down the stairs and into the main hall. There were a handful of police there, some of them interviewing Eldin and Lissa. Several of them looked up as the three of us entered.
āMy car is out front,ā Marshal Verras told me quietly, passing me the keys. āGo wait for me there, alright?ā A smile twitched across his face, and he added, āTry not to take off without me.ā
I found myself almost smiling in response, remembering the day Iād tried to escape the Reggenās house by breaking into his car. Iād almost made it, but heād been there, and convinced me to stay, that it would be safer for Will and I. Iād been frustrated at the time, but had known, as I did now, that he was looking out for us. āI wonāt,ā I said.
Will and I slipped out the door just as Eldin started demanding to know what was going on. I could hear arguing erupt as we headed to Marshal Verrasās car, but I didnāt look back. Instead, I unlocked it, slipped into the backseat with Will, and waited.
He came out of the house roughly ten minutes later, looking tired, with a slightly grim set to his mouth. But when he opened his door and dropped into the driverās seat, he glanced back at the two of us and quietly said, āIāll bring you somewhere safe for the night. We can talk about everything else tomorrow.ā
āAlright,ā I said. There were a thousand different questions bouncing around her head. But I was so tired, and so was Willā he was already nodding off against my shoulder. So I kept my questions inside for now, and passed Marshal Verras his car keys.
The car drive passed in a blur of back roads and headlights. I found myself nearly nodding off on a few occasions, and by the time we pulled up to a large house, I could scarcely keep my eyes open.
Rubbing at them viciously, I turned to Will, only to find him fast asleep. Wincing, I moved to wake him up, but Marshal Verras held up a hand, stopping me.
āIāve got him,ā he whispered, passing me his keys again. āYou get the door.ā
Dimly, I knew there was something that a far less tired version of me should be connecting about all this, but at the moment, all I cared about was finding a bed. The Duke himself could show up and I would ignore him in favor of curling up under some blankets.
So I took the keys and made my way to the front door. Marshal Verras followed after unbuckling Will, then picking him up, carefully resting his head against his shoulder.
He was so gentle with him, so cautiously unlike his usual stern, grave exterior. It caught at me, making my heart stutter, just a little. Hastily, I turned my gaze to the door.
It took me a few minutes to find the right key, but when I finally did the door swung open to a dark house. Marshal Verras took the lead, heading for a nearby flight of stairs, and I followed him to a set of doors.
Fumbling for a moment, he managed to push the door open, revealing a bedroom. Two beds took up most of the space, with a table between them and a dresser on the far side near the window. After carefully lowering Will onto one of the beds, Marshal Verras turned to me. āI assumed you would want to share, so that Will didnāt get confused,ā he said, keeping his voice low.
āYesā thank you,ā I said, wishing I could put my gratitude in my voice properly. We were safe and together and far away from both the Duke and the Reggenās. Nothing I could say would really cover all that I felt.Ā
āYouāre welcome,ā he said. āGet some rest, Saville. Iāll be downstairs if you need me.ā
The door shut behind him with a quiet click, and I found myself alone, swaying on my feet. Pausing only to pull a blanket over Will, I moved to the other bed and collapsed, my eyes flickering shut almost immediately.
My sleep was deep and peaceful, without any real dreams. I wasnāt quite sure how much time had passed before I jolted awake, disoriented. For a moment, I didnāt know where I was. And the events of the night before began to piece themselves together in my head.
Sitting up, I held back a yawn as I took a better look at the room. The sunlight streaming in through the window and lighting up the pale blue walls told me that it was late, but not too late. Will was still curled up under his blanket, breathing steadily.
Seeing him peaceful and calm eased a tension I hadnāt even fully realized I was carrying around. I wished, not for the first time, that I hadnāt dragged him into all of this. That Will could be safe.
Heās safe here, now, I reminded myself. Heās away from Leymonn, and the longer that lasts, the better.
Although that did bring up the question of where here was. Even as I thought it, however, I was fairly certain I knew. We were at Marshal Verrasās house. It was the only place he could have conceivably brought us under such short notice.
It shouldnāt have been strangeā but it was, a little. More than just strange, though, it meant heād found yet another way to help me, to protect both of us. I owed this man more than Iād ever be able to pay back.
There has to be something I can do for him, though. To thank him, even in a small way. I thought for a minute, then got up from my bed.
Stopping next to Willās bed, I knelt down beside him, brushing his hair back from his eyes gently. His eyes flickered open, and he whispered sleepily, āSir? Are we safe?ā
āWe are,ā I told him, my heart aching a little. āIām going to go downstairs to make some breakfast. I wonāt be far, okay?ā
āāKay,ā Will mumbled, his eyes already drifting shut again. I watched him for another moment, then rose to head downstairs.
It became apparent the minute I left my room that this wasnāt exactly a small house. It was far from the mansion-like quality of the Reggenās houseā which made sense. Their family had founded this town, after allā but it was far larger than me and my family had ever owned.
It was certainly fancy, but understated enough that I didnāt feel overwhelmed. It felt more natural and lived in than Eldin and Lissaāsā stacks of books on side tables, newspapers and files here and there, along with a few empty cups.
It took me a few minutes to locate the kitchen. It was large, but painted in warm shades of yellow and orange that didnāt seem to match Marshal Verras at all. As I rummaged through a few cupboards, I wondered if someone else lived here, or if it was just him. He hadnāt mentioned much about his family, other than the fact that Eldin and Lissa were his cousins, and I hadnāt noticed a ring. Did he have a girlfriend?
Was it strange that I hoped he didnāt?
I pushed away the thought firmly, and returned to searching for the ingredients I needed. I was a decent cook, when I needed to be, and one of the recipes I knew Iād mastered was pancakes. The very least I could do, at this point, was make breakfast for Marshal Verras.
It was such a little thing, and heād done so much more to protect Will and I. Heād wrangled Eldin and Lissa, convincing them to let us stay because we would be safe there. Heād figured out the paperwork to keep them from taking Will back into the system, heād faced off with Leymonn more times than I could count. This was very literally the least I could do.
I did her best to be quiet as I assembled my ingredients and pulled out a frying pan, knowing that Willā and probably our hostā was still sleeping. But something, be it the clattering of the bowls or pans, or the sound of me moving around, must have disturbed him, because he appeared just as I was pouring the batter onto the pan, carrying his handgun. He lowered it the minute he saw me.
āSaville?ā he blinked at me, looking disoriented. This was the first time Iād seen him not totally put together, I realized. His tie and jacket were gone, his sleeves rolled up, and his hair was sticking every which way. It was almost endearing, and I had to hold back a smile.
His gaze traveled from me, to the frying pan and the bowl of batter next to it, and back to me. āWhat are you doing?ā
āMaking us breakfast, of course,ā I said.
3.
Galen didnāt think of himself as a man who was often caught off guard. But when he woke up and found Saville Gramton making pancakes in his kitchen, that surprised him.
āBreakfast?ā he said slowly, eyebrows traveling upwards.
Saville nodded. āYes. Breakfast. I assume youāre familiar with the concept.ā
Letting out a snort of amusement, Galen slid his weapon back into the holster strapped to his chest, switching the safety back on as he did so. āI am,ā he said, ābut that doesnāt explainā how did you find everything?ā
āI looked,ā Saville told him, pouring out another measuring cup full of pancake batter. It hit the pan with a satisfying sizzle, the smell of cooking pancakes rising through the air. āYour kitchen is a lot better organized than your office.ā
āI donāt use it as much,ā Galen said. āWhy donāt you let me take care of that?ā
āIāve got it,ā she said, directing a frown at him as he started to open his mouth to tell her that he didnāt mind, that she should get some rest, that the idea of cooking for her was actually very appealing. (Well. He probably wasnāt going to add the last part, true though it was.) āIf you want, you can make some coffee.ā
Coffee sounded like an excellent idea, and Galen moved over to the coffee pot to get started. As he filled the filter with coffee grounds, he glanced at her again. āYou didnāt have to do that, you know.ā
āIt was the least I could do,ā she said, flipping one of the pancakes. āAnd someone had to do it.ā
āI would have.ā
āI know. Butā¦ā she paused before glancing up at him with one of her direct, honest looks. āYouāve done so much. For Will and I. This is one small thing I can do to repay you.ā
āOh.ā Galen felt himself flush a little, which shouldnāt be surprising. Sheād turned out to have that effect on him, with her unabashed stubbornness and honestyā and he was pretty sure she enjoyed it. āThank you. Itās not necessary, but thank you. Iām just doing my job.ā
āIn that case, I take it back.ā A half-smirk crossed her face briefly, and she added, āIn fact, Iām sorry. Iāll throw your serving out now, then.ā
āI accept your apology,ā Galen said, and she looked up at him, so startled that he couldnāt hold back his smile anymore. And for just a moment, her smile matched his.
But then she glanced back down hastily, and the moment was gone. āI need some plates.ā
āRight,ā Galen said, a thread of remorse pulling at his heart, though he couldnāt say why. Just that it had been nice to have a moment, just the two of them laughing at an inside joke. That it was nice to be able to smile and see her smile, in the face of such things as they were dealing with.
Turning, he opened one of the nearby cupboards and started pulling out plates. Heād barely gotten them to the counter when there was a clatter and a cry of pain.
āSaville!ā Galen spun around, concern flashing through his chest at the sight of Saville wincing, her hand cradled against her chest. The spatula sheād been using lay on the stovetop.
Crossing the room, he said, āAre you alright? Let me see.ā
āIām fine,ā she said, her voice tight as she waved him off. āMy hand slippedā itās just a burn.ā
āAt least let me take care of these while you run it under cold water,ā Galen told her. She gave a quick nod, crossing the room to the sink.
As she turned on the tap, Galen picked up the spatula and turned his attention to the pancakes. Flipping one, he slid the other two onto the plate heād set nearby, and grabbed the cup, using it to pour more batter onto the pan.
He kept his gaze focused on his task, but he could hear Saville moving near the sink, and a few seconds later the tap shut off. Her voice came a second later. āI can take over now, Marshal Verras.ā
āIāve got it handled,ā Galen told her firmly. He could sense her hovering nearby for a heartbeat, and glanced her way. āI do. Sit downā howās your hand?ā
āIt doesnāt really hurt anymore,ā she said, taking a seat at the kitchen table. āAnd I donāt mind taking over.ā
āI know,ā Galen said, deftly flipping another pancake onto a plate. āBut I donāt mind either. And I think you should call me Galen. It doesnāt seem right to go around Marshal-ing someone youāre making pancakes with.ā
It took a heartbeat before she met his gaze, but she lifted an eyebrow nonetheless. āMarshal-ing?ā
āItās an official term, Iām sure,ā he said, smiling. Hoping sheād listen to him. It made senseā theyād known each other long enough, worked together on this case long enough.
And truth be told, he wanted to hear her say his name. Few enough people used his first name, and he knew there would be something special about her saying it, just by the virtue of it being Saville.
āHere,ā he said, sliding her a plate with two of the pancakes stacked on it. āEat.ā
Accepting the plate and the fork he handed her a few seconds afterwards, Saville offered him a smile. āThank you, Marshal Verā Galen. Thank you, Galen.ā
āYouāre welcome, Saville.ā
They settled into a comfortable silence, Galen stacking pancakes on one of the bigger plates heād taken down. Saville got up a few minutes later and poured both of them a cup of coffee, adding a single dash of milk to his cupā exactly the way he liked it. He hadnāt known sheād noticed, but he shouldnāt have been surprised.
Galen was just adding the final pancake to the now somewhat precarious stack when Will appeared in the kitchen doorway. Yawning and rubbing at his eyes, he surveyed the scene before him. āIs there breakfast?ā he asked.
āRight here,ā Galen said, offering him a plate with a few pancakes on it. The boy accepted it immediately and took the seat next to Saville.Ā
As he drowned the pancakes in syrup, Saville handed him the fork Galen passed her. āDid you sleep well?ā she asked, smoothing down where his hair was sticking up in the back.
āYeahā thanks for the pancakes, Mr. Verras,ā Will said, cutting them into pieces.
āYouāre welcome, Will,ā Galen said, switching off the stove. Taking another sip of his coffee, he grabbed another plate, and claimed a seat next to Saville.
As she passed him the maple syrup, Will said, āThis is a fancy houseā whose is it?ā
āMine,ā Galen said, covering his pancakes with syrup. āOr, my familyās, really. I grew up here, but when my father retired, he and my mother moved south and left the house to my siblings and I. My brothers had already moved on, so I was the only one who could get much use out of it.ā
āIt seems a big house to live in all alone,ā Saville said, her gaze moving from him to the rest of the kitchen, taking it in in a thoughtful look. He wondered what she saw. So often, she seemed to see things he didnāt, stitch together tiny details that he almost wouldnāt have noticed.
That was why heād told Leymonn he saw better when he was with her. And it was the truth.
āIt is,ā he admitted wryly, cutting into his breakfast. The pancakes were just as good as heād expected, and he took a minute to savor the bite heād taken before he spoke again. āI feel a little foolish sometimes, living here. But I donāt have to pay any rent, and itās⦠itās home, in a way. I donāt know that I could bring myself to leave. Not until Iām ready, at any rate.ā
He saw something like understanding in Savilleās eyes, but before she or Will could speak, the sound of a phone ringing split the air. His phone, Galen realized.
āExcuse me,ā he said, rising to his feet and heading out of the kitchen.
Heād left his jacket draped over the back of his chair, and his phone in the pocket. Fishing it out, Galen flipped it open and answered it. āVerras.ā
āGood, youāre awake.ā Galen recognized the voice on the other end immediatelyā Anders, another marshal in his department. They werenāt close, but they shared a mutual dislike for Leymonn. āYour cousin showed up and told Leymonn what happened last night, and theyāre in rare form. Leymonnās trying to get in contact with a judge. I donāt know what heās got up his sleeve, butāā
āBut itās a bad sign,ā Galen finished, grimacing. āThank you, Anders. Iāll be there as soon as I can.ā
Snapping the phone shut, he headed back into the kitchen. Saville and Will looked up at his entrance, and he could see the wariness in Savilleās eyes. āIs somethingāā
āNothingās wrong,ā he told her. āBut⦠Leymonn found out about what happened last night. So I need to get into work now, head off anything that heās planning.ā
āDo you need us to come with you?ā she asked, already getting to her feet. But Galen shook his head.
āStay here for nowā Iāll be back or call in a few hours. Feel free to make yourself at homeā thereās a library a few doors down from my office, and keys to any of the other doors in the house in my desk drawer.ā Catching Savilleās gaze, he added, āBut please, stay here.ā
Saville nodded. āOkay. But call us soon.ā
āI will.ā
It didnāt take long for Galen to get ready. Throwing on his jacket, he grabbed his car keys and was heading out the door when he stopped. Just for a moment, lingering outside of the kitchen door.
Saville and Will were still sitting thereā Will eating and talking, Saville quietly sliding him a napkin as she listened. Her gaze moved to where Galen stood for a minute, and she sent him a smile.
Somehow, that smile sent a little flash of energy through him. He knew the rest of the day was going to be long and tiring, and that battling Leymonn would take up half of it. But that smile helped, more than it should have.
For a minute, he wished he could stay with them. But that was dangerously close to wishing for something that he wasnāt at liberty to want. Not now, not with a woman who was part of a case he was in charge of.
Focus up, Verras, he told himself. Youāve got a long day ahead of you.
He gave himself one last backward glance, then left the house.
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