#incantatem

I see how it is.  XD  Well, all our ships are cracks, so here it goes...

Thomas’ fist hit the bag with a loud pop.  Graham was holding the kickbag with both hands, absorbing the blows and keeping the target moving.  “Is that all you’ve got?”  He asked through ragged breath  They had already been training for a while, and Thomas knew if it came out of Graham’s mouth is was nothing but sarcasm.  As exhausted as he was, it still warmed him to know that Graham was flagging as well.

Thomas dove in for another round of punches, but on the last strike, Graham stepped out of the way, sending Thomas right past him.  It gave Graham the opportunity he needed to toss aside the kickbag and catch Thomas in a chokehold.  Thomas, not one to take this quietly, let loose a war cry as he charged into Graham, driving the pair of them off the mat until Graham tripped over a barbell and they both went tumbling over.

Thomas landed across Graham’s chest.  A voice in the back of his head told him he should probably move, but every muscle hurt.  He could just lay like this for a bit.  Graham seemed to have the same idea, since he didn’t shove Thomas off before he could catch his breath.

“Well. This is cozy.” Graham finally said, splayed out on the concrete floor.

“I’ve done the math. It increases the square footage by a whole fifteen percent!” Sydney pulled back the towel that hung from the open window to the fire escape.  He covered the balcony with cushions from the couch and hung blankets over the rails so you could hear the traffic below, but couldn’t see a thing.

Carson crawled into his lap, with no room to be anywhere else.  “I think I’ll call it our… conservatory.  Outside, but inside.  Sounds fancy.”  He wrapped his lanky arms around Carson, already noticing the chill in the blanket fort disappearing.

“I like it.” Carson replied, now that the shock of the thing had worn off and she could bury her face in Sydney’s sweater.  He grinned, pleased with his attempt at home improvement.

St. Mungo’s didn’t seem much busier than usual, despite the attack.  The fact that the waiting room was lined with aurors, and aurors alone meant they had done their damn job.  Being battered, bruised, and wrapped with haphazard battlefield bandages didn’t stop Thomas, Graham and Carson from trying to cut out before a nurse could see them.  It took Killian’s honest ‘Really, it’s for the best.” and Prissy finally hexing their asses back into their chairs to get them to stay put.

But there is nothing like being still for a moment for the day’s events to catch up with you.  Carson was the first to drift off, her head slipping onto Thomas’ arm.  He was too exhausted to make her move.  It was well enough, because a few minutes later he and Graham bumped heads as the both nodded off, each grumbling and shifting to lean away from each other comfortably.

Norah heard about what had happened and got the hospital as quickly as she could, heart in her threat with worry about what might have happened to them.  When she opened the door to the waiting room and saw the three of them asleep in their chairs, she finally let go of her breath, but she didn’t dare wake them.  It was the most rest they’d ever give themselves.

Also Graham/Thomas finding each other wearing the other’s clothes... message got eaten by tumblr.

Graham looked over his morning brew, and blinked a few times.  “That’s my shirt.”

Thomas looked down at what he assumed was a wholly unassuming grey button up.  “What?  How can you tell?”. Graham sat back in his chair as though he had just been stricken with unbelievable news.  Rolling his eyes Thomas paused before continuing to his office, “Well, what exactly do you want me to do about it now?  This or nothing.”

Good Lord.