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The Best Present
Will smiled as he watched Djaq wake, drawing her blanket up a little, knowing it was cold outside their cosy bunks. “Morning.”
Her lips curled upwards. “Will. Hello.”
He leant a little closer so he could whisper even more quietly to her. “Djaq, are you happy to celebrate Christmas with us today? If you don’t want to it’s okay. You and me, we can go off somewhere, do something else, avoid anything festive.”
She felt a little emotional at the gesture; she knew he loved Christmas, it reminded him of family and home, and he’d been excitedly babbling all month about how he wanted to show her what it was like. But he valued her comfort more, he was willing to give it up for her. She shook her head. “I want to celebrate with you.”
He beamed. “Merry Christmas.”
“Merry Christmas.”
“Ready to get up?”
Djaq nodded eagerly. “You’ve got to show me Christmas, right?.”
“I will,
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Literature
Believed
Set after the main events of Audrey Pauley.
“How are you feeling?”
Monica smiled as John settled back into the chair at her bedside. “Are you going to ask me that every time you sit back back down?”
“I expect so. Not going to answer?”
“I feel okay, same as five minutes ago. How about I let you know if I don't?”
“Yeah, okay. Sorry.”
“John.” Shaking her head, Reyes reached across to place her hand on his arm, willing him to relax and look at her. It took more than a moment, but it worked and let her lean back again. “I am proud of you for today.”
A familiar crease formed in his brow and made her want to ignore her weakened state and comfort her partner. “I didn't do anything, Monica; it was you that pulled through.”
Despite his doubting, she smiled. “Not true. When we met you would have just believed the science; I know that as the good man you are you would always have been upset
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Literature
Green Haven
Taking advantage of the unusually hot weather one Sunday in April, Will and Djaq stole away from their friends to a small glade in Sherwood Forest. Sheltered from wind by thick greenery, they lounged in the dappled sunshine that filtered through the canopy above, dozing in the warmth as she lay back against him with her head on his chest, enjoying the much needed time to relax.
The clearing was so peaceful that over the months since they'd first spent time there, they'd been visiting more and more frequently for a peaceful escape, the quiet area always enticing them back once more. As the only two who ever went there, the little sanctuary had served them well, the time together going a long way towards keeping them sane through the hardships of their lives as outlaws.
It was a place he had found as a child, a curious boy searching for wonders and actually finding one. Though at the time he hadn't known what it would mean later, he had come to value the discovery the first time she had
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Treasured
Clint held his partner tightly to him, cradling her head in his palm to provide at least some semblance of protection. It wasn't easy to control a jet with one hand whilst keeping her safe in his lap, but it was necessary and luckily the direct route meant that most of the time he could rely on the autopilot and keep all his attention on her as she needed. “It's alright.” He fought to concentrate on her beautiful face instead of the blood he could feel on his hand, leaving a matted mess in the place of her stunning natural curls.
Though quiet, she was holding consciousness, but every time she closed her eyes he felt a touch of uncontrollable fear that she wouldn't ever wake up. He needed them to get back to headquarters quicker than they were, needed someone to examine her when all he could do was hold her, comfort her, and give her something to hold on for. It certainly didn't help that usually he'd tend to her wound, she preferred it wherever possible and he treasured tha
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Literature
To Be Free
Following their battle in Acre, the gang returned to Bassam's house for the night. Upon their arrival, Djaq prepared to seek out her uncle's friend, leaving Will with a squeeze of his hand, whispered words of affection and a promise to not be long. The elder man found her first, running to meet her and embracing her without hesitation, incredibly relieved to see her safe and with her beloved still at her side, unharmed. After all that she had lost and suffered, he could not be more grateful to see her fortune change for the better.
“Welcome back, Safiyya.”
“Djaq.”
“Sorry, yes, I remember, Djaq.”
“Thanks.” She knew it would take him a little while to get used to, but it was the name she had chosen to live by, continuing to use it even after dropping her disguise and she could not imagine herself going back now. She did not doubt that there would always be times that Bassam would, with a slip of the tongue, call her Safiyya, but she could a
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Literature
Coming Home to Her
“Sarah.”
Her jaw dropped in surprise, in shock yet not quite disbelief at the sight before her, at the man stood in her doorway. She had dreamt of such a moment so many times that she knew it to be real, imagination never could compare. Breathless, she threw her arms around him. “Harry.” Clutching him to her as tightly as she could, although it didn't feel tight enough, she pressed her face into his shoulder. “You're alive.”
Smiling, he kissed the top of her head, surrounding her in is embrace and cradling her head in his palm. “I love you, old thing.”
“Oh, Harry.” She leant into him more, as if that could somehow bring them even closer together. “You're alive. You're here. Where have you been? I thought you were dead.”
“Missing in action doesn’t always mean dead. Sorry for scaring you.”
Grinning, she shook her head. “I’m just glad you’re alright.”
He laughed. It was
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The Marks of Life
Set after the events of Dreamland.
“Sarah? Sarah, it’s me, Nat. Can you hear me?”
Her eyelashes fluttered for a second, then she opened her eyes a little, squinting in the dazzling light. “Nat? Where…” She turned her head away from her friend, taking advantage of the fact her eyes were adjusting to the brightness and searching the room.
“You’re in hospital, Sarah.”
“H… Harry…?”
Nat shook her head and frowned, she didn’t want to make Sarah sadder, but the last thing she needed was to be lied to. “I’ve not heard from Harry, I’m sorry.”
That woke her up fully, and she suddenly remembered what had brought her there. “Josh. Oh, Josh. I couldn’t do anything, couldn’t help him, I’m so, so sorry.”
Nat reached out to take her hand. “Sarah, relax. You need to stay calm, you’re very lucky to be alive and you have to let yourself recover. It w
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Literature
Dedication
When he was twenty, Harry was full of hope, eager and expectant. He knew that his soul mate was out there somewhere, that she was looking for him too and always, gradually getting closer. He had faith in her.
At twenty five he was getting a little worried. He tried to immerse himself in his work, after all he was proud of the good he did, that he saved lives, and mostly it worked. But he would often catch himself musing over his loneliness, he was all too aware that all his friends were married, engaged or otherwise in long term relationships, some even had children. Yet he was single. He was always single and though they meant well with their assurances that his kind heart would soon capture that of a wonderful, beautiful woman, he felt more and more doubtful, and as the hopeless romantic he was, it saddened him. But still he had faith in her.
By his thirtieth birthday Harry had given up. He didn’t think it was so much that he hadn’t found her, but he hadn’t even got
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Literature
Going Home
Set between A Good Day to Die and We Are Robin Hood.
Will ducked under the low beam of the doorway, following after his beloved best friend who had snuck through there a few minutes before. It was a small storage chamber on the ship to the Holy Land, and she'd crept past the dislodged supplies to perch on a chest in the corner, staring at the wooden wall ahead of her. Concerned, he crossed the room and sat beside her, claiming the place she had once promised would always be his, bundled up under blankets together one cold winter night as she fought desperately to recover from the wound that had almost killed her. Their ever-growing love already strong, they'd filled their days with laughter and tender caresses, shared secrets and smiles, pressing soft kisses to cheeks and foreheads, and enjoying the casual intimacy that came easily to them; no confessions needed with a million words to express their affection and devotion. He had promised her his life, and she too had swo
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Keep Him Safe
"He's gonna come home."
For a split second Sarah Jane thought about pretending not to know who the Time Lord meant, but that wasn't fair on Harry, and if she was honest it wasn't fair on herself either; she was proud of him and wouldn't deny herself this one moment with someone that knew him, that knew who he was to her. She held back a frown. "Doctor, please... I appreciate the sentiment, I do, but please don't give me false hope."
He tilted his head at her. "Time machine, remember? Sarah, he is going to come home."
Overcome with joyful breathlessness, her eyes started to water as she fought to regain the ability to speak. "Re...?"
"I promise."
At that, she could no longer hold back her tears. "Thank you." Just about managing to rein her emotions back in, she pressed her lips together in thought. She wanted to ask him to bring Harry home, but then it seemed that for whatever reason that wasn't allowed. But maybe she could still get the Doctor to do something. "Keep him safe, fo
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Trust Saves
“Hawkeye, can you hear me?”
Clint grinned, turning his head to the right, instinctively drawn to the sound of his partner’s voice in his ear. “Yeah, what is it, Nat?”
“You’ve got to get out of there. Now.”
“What? Why?” He waited for a reply, but the connection wasn’t great and though she’d heard his words, Natasha was too busy listening for a sign that he was leaving as she ran to find him. There were none, just that steady, familiar voice. “What’s going on?”
“Forget the assignment. Listen to me and get out. Now, Barton. Get. Out.”
“Why? What is it? Talk to me, I don’t understand.”
“Don’t question it, just do it. There’s a bomb, and it’s going to blow any minute, any second; so if you don’t get out, just get out!” Silence; a silence that set her heart racing. “Barton, are you there? Please. Get out of there. Come on. You have
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Like A Homing Pigeon
“Djaq!” Will sprinted down the slope towards her, skidding slightly before regaining his balance. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest as he ran; he couldn’t explain why but he’d felt it in his heart that something wasn’t right, that she wasn’t alright, and now he could see her lying curled up on the forest floor. She wasn’t moving.
He fell to his knees at her side, placing his fingers against her neck to feel for a pulse. It was there, the gentle thrumming of her heart that told him she was alive, reassuring even if it didn’t make him relax. “Djaq? Djaq, talk to me. Please.” He lightly tapped her cheek with his fingertips, trying to be firm but refusing to hurt her. “Come on, just open your eyes, look at me.”
He stilled his hand as he saw her eyelashes flicker. “Hey, shh, shh, don’t move. Just look at me.” Waiting for her to open her eyes, he gently rubbed her cheek with his thumb, forci
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When you manage to write something you're actually proud of and don't care how tired you'll feel when the alarm goes in the morning. Maybe one day soon I'll finish this piece. (But hey at least it has one good scene.)
Will smiled as he watched Djaq wake, drawing her blanket up a little, knowing it was cold outside their cosy bunks. “Morning.”

Her lips curled upwards. “Will. Hello.”

He leant a little closer so he could whisper even more quietly to her. “Djaq, are you happy to celebrate Christmas with us today? If you don’t want to it’s okay. You and me, we can go off somewhere, do something else, avoid anything festive.”

She felt a little emotional at the gesture; she knew he loved Christmas, it reminded him of family and home, and he’d been excitedly babbling all month about how he wanted to show her what it was like. But he valued her comfort more, he was willing to give it up for her. She shook her head. “I want to celebrate with you.”

He beamed. “Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas.”

“Ready to get up?”

Djaq nodded eagerly. “You’ve got to show me Christmas, right?.”

“I will, you know how much I’ve been looking forward to it.” He pressed a kiss to her cheek. “You get ready.” He rolled over, pushing one end of the curtain aside as he got out of bed. Carefully, he shut the curtain that enclosed their bunks, giving her some privacy to change. A few minutes later, the material opened again, and Will turned to Djaq with a grin. “Wait, wait, wait.” He quickly placed his hand over eyes, hardly touching her but blocking her vision.

“What?”

“Hang on, just trust me.” She felt him put his hand on her back and help her stand without letting her see anything. “Just step forward and there you go.”

He dropped his arm and Djaq looked around at the camp. It had been decorated; a variety of little wooden ornaments hung from the walls and ceiling and paper chains were strung up along every beam she could see. “It’s beautiful. Is this why you were getting to bed so late?”

He nodded with a smile. “Worth it.”

Tentatively, she reached out and ran her finger over one, a star. “They’re perfect. You made all of these?”

“Carved every single one. I made Allan do the chains. Here.” He grabbed the nearest blanket off his bunk and wrapped it around her shoulders.

“Thank you.” Gathering it around her, she leant up to kiss his cheek. “I think I’m going to love Christmas.”

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Having eaten their measly Christmas dinner, in the early afternoon the two friends huddled by the fire, responsible for keeping it alive and simultaneously soaking up all the heat they could get. When they settled down and Will gathered her into his arms, Djaq pressed herself into his chest, tucking her head under his and pushing her way under his cloak. Will wrapped their blanket around her, waiting for her to stop shaking; once she finally did, he withdrew his arms from around her but kept close as he reached to his side.

“I got you a present. Merry Christmas.” He held the gift out to her, watching as she tentatively extended her hand to meet him half way, hesitating to take it from him.

“Will! You didn’t have to.”

“Yes I did.”

Djaq softly laughed, suddenly reassured that he was giving it freely, without expectations of a gift so perfect in return. He just wanted to make her smile and give her the best first Christmas he could. Still she hoped with all her heart that he would love her gift; she already knew she would love his, that was just how incredible he was when it came to knowing her. “Thank you.”

He gently bumped his shoulder against hers. “Go on, Djaq, open it.”

“Patience.” She stifled a smile and pulled on the ends of the bow to unravel it.

He reached out to grab the ribbon as it fell loose, taking hold of her hand before she had the chance to open the gift any more. “Come here.” Drawing her arm towards him, he coaxed her to rest it on his knee, and then wrapped the ribbon gently round her wrist to form a new bow.

Letting his touch linger for a second, she withdrew her hand with a smile, returning to opening the present. She unfolded the surrounding cloth, beaming as she looked at the wooden box within, tracing her fingers around the intricate border. “Will.”

He leant forward a little, watching her expression intently. “Open it.”

She did, mouth opening in awe as she took in the contents. Needles and threads, vials, pots, surgical implements and a compartment for bandages; it was a medical kit. “It’s perfect. I knew it would be but it’s perfect.” He smiled. “The box is beautiful, it’s incredible, thank you for making it for me. Will, thank you so much for this.”

He leant a little closer so their foreheads were almost touching. “I was amazed by the way you saved Marian, I wish I’d been there to see it, and to help. I just thought, if you can do that without the proper instruments, what could you do with them?”

A smile touched her lips at the compliment. “I will treasure this forever.”

“I hope it helps you save someone else’s life.”

She felt a shiver run down her spine and he instinctively put his arms back around her, eliciting a sigh of contentment from her. “You save people’s lives too, do you know that? Sometimes in ways you don’t even realise.” Confused, Will furrowed his brow and was met with a reassuring smile. “Like your traps. You stopped the cart. I would have been sold into slavery. If it wasn’t for you I’d have probably died in the mines by now.” She smiled wider to counteract the frown that formed on his lips at the thought. “And you help me look after and save people.”

“I’m so glad I saved you.”

She smiled, holding his gaze for a few seconds. “You know, every time I use this to help or save someone, you’ll be helping them too.”

He held her tighter as she began to shiver uncontrollably, even as she tensed her muscles to stop it. “Are you cold?”

“Of course I’m cold. I’m not used to this sort of weather.”

“I know.” He rubbed her arm to generate a little more warmth. “We’ll go to Knighton Hall soon, and Edward said we could stay a few nights. It’ll be warmer in there, alright? I’ll keep you warm.”

“You are, mostly. But I’m sure I’ll get used to it soon.”

“Probably when spring’s starting and it’s getting warmer. Let me get you another blanket, or two.”

“No, stay here.” She leant further into him, resting her head back under his and absorbing whatever warmth she could in so little time. “I'm okay, warm enough. All I know is that I really appreciate you looking after me.”

“Well, you freezing to death would ruin Christmas.” He smiled as she laughed. “And my whole life actually.”

“Oh, Will.” Covering him with the blanket too, she fed her hands under his cloak to cuddle him to her. “I’m not that cold. And I know you’d never let that happen.” With a smile, she looked up to meet his gaze. “You’re the most perfect best friend; I couldn’t ask anything more of you.”

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That evening the gang sheltered within one of Knighton Hall's stables; though their friends wanted to help them through the particularly cold winter, they couldn't be seen entering the manor. It at least helped that the horses had been moved to the other stable; they had peace and the hay for the animals provided some much needed insulation.

Djaq had nestled up against Will at the far end of the barn and tucked a couple of blankets around them, the rest of their gang had settled down for the night at the opposite corner. The pair weren't yet tired and had instead taken up residence in the only area that was lit by the moonlight so they could just about see each other.

“I didn't get the chance to give you my gift earlier.” Djaq placed the fabric wrapped present into his lap, keeping her hand resting on it. “I hope you had a merry Christmas.”

“It was the best.” He beamed. “And how was your first Christmas?”

“Magical. I enjoyed every minute of today with you. Thank you, for everything. I hope you like it.”

He closed his hand around her gift. “You really didn't have to; I told you I was going to show you what Christmas is.”

She smiled, leaning closer so moonlight reflected in the tears around her eyes. “You have been so excited about Christmas for a month, more. How could I not?”

Will curled an arm around her shoulders, drawing her into him to kiss her cheek, seeking to placate anything less than positive that perhaps lingered in that emotion. “You are just too lovely to me.”

Djaq shook her head. “Open, please.”

He happily obliged, unwrapping the item to reveal the leather-bound book tied closed. Gently he undid the strap and opened to the first page. “For Will, love Djaq. What is it?”

“I wrote down all the myths and legends and stories from my childhood, anything I could think of.” She watched as he flicked through the pages, taking in how many were full. “I hope you like it.”

“I love it!” The sudden excitement that overcame him almost woke their friends, but the smile returning to her face stopped him caring.

“You do?”

“Of course I do! Something to learn more about your homeland and culture, and you. Plus, you made me it. All that time you spent on it for me; I love it. How did you even find time?”

This time the damp forming in her eyes made him smile back. “Good, I, I'm glad. I suppose I was writing when you were making my box.”

“Well I am looking forward to every word, just, you know, bear with me with it; my reading's nowhere near as good as yours.”

Djaq shook her head, shifting to return his embrace and squeeze the self-doubt out of him. “I think you're good at it. Will, you know the fact you can read at all says a lot about you; you're intelligent and sought out education wherever you could. Most can't read at all, you could when we met.” She looked up at him, making sure he was taking in every word. “Please remember you are wonderful, as intelligent as me. This is supposed to be a gift to enjoy, I don't want to make you feel inferior. Will, I don't think-”

He cupped her face with both hands, leaving her cold. “I know. I told you I love it, thank you for the beautiful gift. But what made this Christmas was you, just you.” She no longer felt cold, even before he pulled her back into his arms for protection from the elements. “Having you here with me, knowing you, was the best present I've ever had. It's all I'll ever need, Djaq.”
The Best Present
I started this around last Christmas, but I'm so bad at getting Christmas stories finished for any fandom that I'm even late for this Christmas (and haven't finished one for any other fandom either.)

Robin Hood BBC story.
Set the Christmas between Series 1 and 2.
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Happy 16th Anniversary DeviantArt
For my version of the DeviantArt 16th Anniversary Template I decided I wanted to do make an actual picture.

BBC Robin Hood fans may notice that it's Will & Djaq by a fire, by the river in Sherwood Forest.

I actually really enjoyed this; I have been wanting to make some more visual art but keep delaying it for lack of skill or perceived time.

Happy 16th Birthday DeviantArt! Apparently I have been here for half of it!
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Set after the main events of Audrey Pauley.

“How are you feeling?”

Monica smiled as John settled back into the chair at her bedside. “Are you going to ask me that every time you sit back back down?”

“I expect so. Not going to answer?”

“I feel okay, same as five minutes ago. How about I let you know if I don't?”

“Yeah, okay. Sorry.”

“John.” Shaking her head, Reyes reached across to place her hand on his arm, willing him to relax and look at her. It took more than a moment, but it worked and let her lean back again. “I am proud of you for today.”

A familiar crease formed in his brow and made her want to ignore her weakened state and comfort her partner. “I didn't do anything, Monica; it was you that pulled through.”

Despite his doubting, she smiled. “Not true. When we met you would have just believed the science; I know that as the good man you are you would always have been upset, but you would have believed the doctors that said I was gone, accepted it. Today, you refused to believe that; despite everything and everyone telling you I was gone, you believed in something greater than science or medicine, that I am more than just a set of medical readings. You believed Audrey–”

“I believed in you.”

Reaching out to him, Monica pulled him to her to kiss his cheek, holding him to her for just a few seconds after. “John, you showed your open mind, you believed in something no less than supernatural that made you fight them, fight to keep the machines going, to keep me here. Agent Scully told me that if you hadn't fought them the way you did, hadn't believed, they would have switched off the machine and I wouldn't be here.”

Though he wanted to look away, her eyes held him steadfast. “I'd believe in anything I had to to save you.”

John.” Her hand fell from his jaw back into her lap, fingers curling in the blanket and drawing his gaze down just long enough that he could take her hand. “I know Audrey helped, but thank you for saving my life.”

“I don't know what I would have done if I couldn't.”

She squeezed his fingers; they'd both been in that position. “Before, when you said you were a cat person because they had no expectations so you couldn't disappoint them.”

“After this, I believe you when you say I'm a dog person.”

“No, who do you think you disappoint?” Evidently the neutral expression he maintained meant she wasn't getting a response. That in itself gave her enough of an answer. “If it's me, I did mean it that I couldn't see how you could ever disappoint anyone. You've never let me down, I have never been disappointed in you, just impressed. And proud, grateful...”

He smiled. “Like I said, you proved me wrong; dog person. Now come on, you need to rest, and before your parents get here.”

“Are you going to rest too?”

He nodded. “And I'll stay.” Keen to keep the contact with her, he reached for the light switch with his free hand, and leant in to kiss her forehead. “Goodnight, Monica.”

“'Night.”

“And, Monica? Next time, you have to let me drive you home.”

She smiled, nodding despite the darkness and turned her hand over to slide her fingers between his as a replacement gesture. “Sure. Thank you.”
Believed
This is the first (and so far only) thing I've ever written for The X-Files. When I started watching it, I didn't expect that it wouldn't be a Mulder & Scully focussed piece, but Audrey Pauley just so happened to be the episode that sparked an idea.
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Taking advantage of the unusually hot weather one Sunday in April, Will and Djaq stole away from their friends to a small glade in Sherwood Forest. Sheltered from wind by thick greenery, they lounged in the dappled sunshine that filtered through the canopy above, dozing in the warmth as she lay back against him with her head on his chest, enjoying the much needed time to relax.

The clearing was so peaceful that over the months since they'd first spent time there, they'd been visiting more and more frequently for a peaceful escape, the quiet area always enticing them back once more. As the only two who ever went there, the little sanctuary had served them well, the time together going a long way towards keeping them sane through the hardships of their lives as outlaws.

It was a place he had found as a child, a curious boy searching for wonders and actually finding one. Though at the time he hadn't known what it would mean later, he had come to value the discovery the first time she had needed it. Missing home and seeming sad, he had whisked her away to what would become their hideaway. Basking in the sun, they'd exchanged stories and memories of their families, sharing secrets and finding comfort in the trust that took, and in one moment of hope, Will had urged her to seek him out whenever she needed home so they could keep finding it in each other. That first evening, as the sky turned orange and grew dark, she drifted off beside him and he was content in knowing that his words and their green haven had done her good that day.

“Will, can I ask you something?”

He smiled, turning his face away from the sun so he could open his eyes. “Always, you know that.”

“I mean you don't have to answer.”

Peering at her, Will reached over to take a hold of the hand resting on her stomach. “Ask.”

Silently watching him, wanting to give him a second chance to refuse despite knowing he wouldn't, she let a few seconds of silence pass between them and then squeezed his hand. “When your father asked you to go to Scarborough with him and Luke, if you'd had the chance to talk to him, tell him about me, and he had said I could go too, would you have said yes?”

Grateful for the grounding contact, he swept his thumb across her wrist. “I'd have been tempted.”

Djaq smiled, leaning further back and holding his gaze. “Me too.”

“Tempted enough to ask you.”

“Do you ever wish you had said yes when he did ask?”

“Of course. If I could talk to him after. Not just because he'd probably still be alive. Luke wouldn't have had to witness that, my father wouldn't have thought he'd needed to prove himself, he'd have had the chance to meet you, properly meet you. I really wish he could have got to know you.”

Nodding, she blinked away the tears welling in her eyes. “Me too.”

“Sometimes I wonder if I said the wrong thing, but I couldn't just leave you behind, I'll never do that.”

“I know; I never imagined you would. I've thought about those things too. That night, when I comforted you; once you finally fell asleep I wondered if there'd been something I could have said or done and stopped it. If I could have saved you from that pain, spoken to him about how proud he made you, learnt about your childhood and your mother. Pointless wonderings but I am sorry there was nothing I could do.”

“It's not fair that you were both deprived of that, but I know he would have loved you, would have marvelled at your intelligence, and strength, so would my mother. He would be grateful that I have you, that you take care of me. When I miss him I take comfort in that, in you. What I have with you is what they both wanted for me.”

“I know mine would think the same about you too. You are a wonderful, honourable man. I am so glad I met you.”

“And I don't know what I'd do without you.” He smiled at the grin his words induced in her.

“Thank you for answering my question.”

He shook his head at her. “Thank you for caring so much about my father, about me. And for the never ending affection, laughter, time you spend with me.”

“It's my pleasure, Will. You're my best friend and you know I adore you.” Pulling herself upright, Djaq shuffled across and twisted round to lie beside him. “I hope I'll always be stuck with you.”

Will wrapped his arm around her shoulders, drawing her into his chest and softly kissing the bridge of her nose. “Didn't I promise you forever?”
  1. How long have you been on DeviantArt?
    Too long, which is apparently 7 years.

  2. What does your username mean?
    It's the username I have for everything, I created it a long long time ago, when I first needed a username. It doesn't mean anything in particular.

  3. Describe yourself in three words.
    Tries and fails ?
    Not good enough ?

    I hate these things. Honestly you don't want me to start describing myself.

  4. Are you left or right handed?
    Right.

  5. What was your first deviation?
    Apparently this: 
    Rainbow Flower by Abboz
    And not much has changed since.

  6. What is your favourite type of art to create?
    I suppose it's writing fiction. I certainly do more of that because I find the other things I'd like to be able to do so frustrating. Or perhaps photography, I at least find getting a decent shot far far easier than drawing/painting a decent picture. 

  7. If you could instantly master a different art style, what would it be?
    Anything? I would just like to be able to draw what I see in my head (obviously with the certain degree of differentiation) preferably without using 50 references for a pose that then doesn't even look like that it was meant to. I'd like to be able to actually do likenesses, to do something with skill, something worthwhile.

  8. What was your first favourite?
    Namesakes by muggle-struggle

  9. What type of art do you tend to favourite the most?
    I haven't favourited much for a while, but it's almost always fan art, which tends to be digital painting of varying degrees of realism, from realistic to cartoon.

  10. Who is your all-time favourite deviant artist?
    I couldn't choose to be honest, there's no single person whose art I specifically look forward to (actually in trying to answer this question I found that most people I watch on deviantART aren't really active any longer - somehow even less active than me!) But the most active is a wonderful artist who is a fan of at least a couple of things I am, making great art for them:
    mustamirri 
    Victoria Waterfield by mustamirri Clementine by mustamirri
     

  11. If you could meet anyone on DeviantArt in person, who would it be?
    Pass? I'm not currently in contact with anyone through deviantART.

  12. How has a fellow deviant impacted your life?
    Honestly being on this site has had a lot less of an impact than I expected or hoped. Nothing particularly good comes to mind and sadly I have found myself kind of lost in the masses and not interacting with people.

  13. What are your preferred tools to create art?
    For writing, the obvious: MS Word and a keyboard.
    For other art I mostly use my Wacom Bamboo tablet and Photoshop (I don't recall doing any traditional art for a long time, though I wish I could, I just require too many undos/redos.)

  14. What is the most inspirational place for you to create art?
    I don't have anywhere in particular, the closest thing to a particular place is somewhere watching a show (or more specifically characters) I love; they are all that inspires me to create things, at least I want to create things for them.

  15. What is your favourite DeviantArt memory?
    Nothing springs to mind unfortunately. Perhaps when people surprised me by making me things, that used to be amazing.

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amazingmle11 Featured By Owner Feb 14, 2016  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Happy birthday! Sorry I'm late. :)
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Abboz Featured By Owner Feb 15, 2016  Hobbyist General Artist
Thanks, don't worry about it, I'm not really into birthdays anymore.
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therandomgal800 Featured By Owner Feb 13, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
Happy birthday! Hug 
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Abboz Featured By Owner Feb 13, 2015  Hobbyist General Artist
Aww thank you. I really appreciate you taking the time to message me.
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therandomgal800 Featured By Owner Feb 13, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
Anytime. :)
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Abboz Featured By Owner Feb 13, 2015  Hobbyist General Artist
What was it that you added me to your watch list for? I know I've been really bad lately at posting things, but I have reasons and I am sorry. 
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Laurenthebumblebee Featured By Owner Feb 13, 2014  Student General Artist
Happy Birthday Abi :)
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Abboz Featured By Owner Feb 13, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Aww, thanks! :hug:
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TehAngelsCry Featured By Owner Feb 13, 2014  Professional Interface Designer
Happy Birthday Abi! 
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Abboz Featured By Owner Feb 13, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Thank you very much!
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