Author: Merula
Pairing: 2x1
Warnings: Random, fairy, tryst
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I don't own GW.
This started as a halloween drabble.
Tryst Part 1
"This is not a good place to be lost."
For a moment, Heero wasn't sure he'd even heard the words, an eerie echo of his own thoughts. He glanced around uneasily. It didn't sound like his father or any of his men...
"Or maybe," the voice continued, "maybe the young lord isn't lost. Maybe he's arranged a tryst with some farmer's daughter? The woods instead of a haystack?"
Heero carefully stood up and turned around in a circle. "Who's there?" He demanded. His horse, happily feeding on the lush river grass, flicked an ear at the sound of his voice. Maybe the other one was his imagination?
But if it wasn't- his sword and mail shirt were on her saddle- did he dare make a rush for them?
"Are you lost?"
"Yes," Heero admitted. "Very lost. I was tail guard, but around a corner I lost sight of my father and his men."
Which shouldn't have happened. And damn it, he knew these woods. He shouldn't have been lost in them...
"Where were you going?"
"The lord my father owes fealty to summoned his knights. We were headed to his manor." He didn't say the name; he wasn't so foolish as all of that.
"Why were you summoned?"
Heero shrugged. "No one said. The summons wasn't specific. My father didn't want to go- not during harvest season. The men are needed in the fields."
"Wasn't specific?" The voice was behind him now.
Heero whirled quickly and found himself nearly nose to nose with a young man who looked about his own age. The eyes gave him away though- this was no young man...
Quickly, he looked down. "Milord- I didn't mean to trespass-"
"I know." An elegant gesture waved his apology away. "You were led astray." Cool fingers touched his chin, tilted his face up to meet that inhuman gaze. "Truly- do not lie to me- I'll know. Your father has no idea why he was summoned?"
"I saw the message, heard my father and older brother speak with the messenger. The lord demanded my father's presence, demanded men. No reason was given."
"And so your father gathered only a few men? Wasn't he worried that more were needed?"
"It's harvest season- my father felt that the land needed them more. My brother stayed behind, my father took only those he could spare." Like his second son...
"What if I told you that your lord is massing an army to take on the lord of these woods?"
Heero's jaw dropped open. "He wouldn't dare-!"
The other smiled, sending icy chills down Heero's spine. "I assure you he is."
He didn't dare pull away, didn't dare make a dive for his horse, though he wanted to- if his father... "I have to tell- please- I have to stop my father. He would never have gone- I swear- my family-"
"Your family has always been loyal. My father knows this, which is why I was sent to see why your father was headed through the forest with arms and men."
"He didn't know. I'll swear it on anything you want."
"No need. Your sincerity rings true." Another smile, different than the first, friendly and assuring. "I will send you to your father so you can warn him- and perhaps he can warn others."
Relief flooded Heero. "Thank you- I can't repay you enough for your warning-"
"Oh, you could," the other drew close for a moment, his fingers moving up to touch Heero's mouth. "If I had time I'd show you something more exciting than any wench in a haystack..."
Before Heero could react, his mouth was claimed and it felt as if his very soul had caught fire...
"Hm, so you can't be the son that spends time in the haystacks," an amused voice said in his ear. "That's all to the better to my way of thinking. So much I could teach you... I'll see you soon..."
And then he found himself in the middle of the familiar track, his horse beside him, his father and the others coming towards him in surprise.
"Heero! What? Where?" His father slid from his horse and hurried towards him. "How did you get ahead?"
Heero gaped at him for a moment, trying to collect his wits.
"Elf-shot," said one of his father's men, pointing to Heero's temple. "The mark-"
"Why would they hurt my son? I've been loyal-!" The anger in his father's voice snapped Heero's wits into place.
"Not for long, Father-" he started and poured the story out. As his father gasped and began to make plans with the others, Heero leaned against his horse and touched his temple gingerly. What mark had been left? What did it mean? Did the fae truly mean to seek him out again?
He could only hope...
TBC...
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