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freedhunter) wrote2011-07-06 01:11 am
freedhunter) wrote2011-07-06 01:11 am
Break
Life was actually good. It hit Ford sometimes, and every time he was just as surprised. Life wasn't perfect. It had its dark times. Its griefs. But it was... good.
Darcy and him was still at each others throats at times. They bickered and they fought. Sniped and snarked at each other. But they were also in love. It was absolutely absurd, but never the less the truth. And in between all their fighting, there were sweet times as well. And a lot of fun.
Francis was still the way he was, but with Darcy's steady improvements, their lessons could at times take place at Ford's house now, saving Ford from constantly having to badger the too-friendly Casper to babysit, even if he sometimes showed up anyway.
They all got along. And now summer had come, and Ford's garden was an explosion of life and colour. And with that, his mood improved even further.
Life was good.
Then, one late evening when Darcy was over, the call came. When Ford answered it, he fell silent. Then he left the room with the phone pressed to his ear. A frown had slid over his face, and it was still there five minutes later when he returned. The phone was still in his hand, and he looked at it as if he could hardly believe what the person that had been on the other end of the line had just told him.
Since it was late and Francis had gone to bed, he could talk freely. He still hesitated to tell Darcy this. But tell her he did. "I'm being called back into active duty."
Darcy and him was still at each others throats at times. They bickered and they fought. Sniped and snarked at each other. But they were also in love. It was absolutely absurd, but never the less the truth. And in between all their fighting, there were sweet times as well. And a lot of fun.
Francis was still the way he was, but with Darcy's steady improvements, their lessons could at times take place at Ford's house now, saving Ford from constantly having to badger the too-friendly Casper to babysit, even if he sometimes showed up anyway.
They all got along. And now summer had come, and Ford's garden was an explosion of life and colour. And with that, his mood improved even further.
Life was good.
Then, one late evening when Darcy was over, the call came. When Ford answered it, he fell silent. Then he left the room with the phone pressed to his ear. A frown had slid over his face, and it was still there five minutes later when he returned. The phone was still in his hand, and he looked at it as if he could hardly believe what the person that had been on the other end of the line had just told him.
Since it was late and Francis had gone to bed, he could talk freely. He still hesitated to tell Darcy this. But tell her he did. "I'm being called back into active duty."