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13 • Fanfic • The Hollows Series • Rachel, Trent 
11th-Apr-2012 02:54 pm
fandom • aquaman
Title: Chasing Pavements
Word Count: 475
Rating: G
Fandom: The Hollows Series
Characters/Pairings: Rachel Morgan, Trent Kalamack; hints at Rachel/Trent
Warnings: Uhhh it's my first time writing in this fandom.
Summary: "Oh shut up. It was not my fault."
Prompt: Hallowed, 20 years later
Notes: Written for writerverse

[Chasing Pavements]Rachel stood on the sidewalk leading up to the church, with her hands on her hips. Her church, her home. The only place she was truly safe from demons and undead vampires. It was normally hallowed and sanctified but now it felt unclean, wrong but mostly unholy. She scowled, her hands moving to rub her arms as goosebumps appeared on her skin. Using her second sight she looked at the church, sighing at the black smut that surrounded it.

Footsteps on the path behind her drew her attention back to the here and now. She rolled her eyes when she saw Trent Kalamack stride up and stand next to her. They have known each other since they were kids. They had gone to the summer camp that Trent's father had owned. They had attended for six summers together. They hadn't been friends then, constantly fighting, and the end of their time a camp came when Rachel used a ley line to throw Trent into a tree. Twenty years later and nothing had changed. They were still not friends and they were still constantly bickering and fighting. Rachel shook her head. No one thing had changed, Trent was constantly trying to hire her, which she constantly refused, telling him she was not going for a crooked murderer.

"Whatever it is Kalamack I am not interested. There is no amount of money in the world that would make me work for you. So you might as well turn right around and get in your fancy car with your little body guard back there," she said with a little hand movement to where Quen was standing.

Trent said nothing, standing in silence, as they looked at the church. The noise of a van pulling up drew their attention and Trent raised his eyebrow and at Rachel, who blushed as the five priests climbed out.

"Oh shut up. It was not my fault."

Trent let out a sound that almost sounded like a laugh, causing Rachel to narrow her eyes at him. "It never is," he said sarcastically, shaking his head. "It is a wonder why I keep trying to get you to come work for me. Trouble follows you around like the plague." He gave her a pointed look, the side of his mouth turned up slightly. He shook his head again, clearly amused. Without another word, or waiting for a response, he turned and headed to his car.

Rachel stood dumbfounded for a few minutes before finding her voice. "Well stop trying then. There is no way in this world of the next that I am going to work for you!" she shouted at his back.

Trent gave no indication that he heard her as he got into his car and drove off. Rachel scowled and turned back to the church, in a worse mood than before.
2nd-Jun-2013 08:04 pm (UTC)
This was a nice little vignette. I wish you had written more.
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