Autumn Moon, A Mercy Thompson Fanfic
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mercy_angel_09Title: Autumn Moon
Rating: K
Words: 417
Characters: Adam, Mercy, Jessie, Ben, Warren, and the rest of the pack as back ground characters.
Pairings: Adam/Mercy, but it's not central to the plot
Summary: Kitchens should always smell good. Like baking bread or chocolate chip cookies. Sadly, Adam's kitchen has developed its own odor.
Author's Note: It's the Autumnal Equinox tonight! I can barely see the Harvest Moon from my dining room window, which is actually a lot better than I thought I would get. It's raining today, which is sort of weird for the Tri-Cities at this time of year. Normally we're cool but still sunny. Anyway, thinking about all these different things, I decided to write this.
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Living with Adam had perks.
Take the master bath, for example. Or the fireplace. Or the kitchen.
Mercy padded downstairs in her pajamas, her keen hearing picking up the soft pattering of the rain on the windows of Adam’s mansion. The low hum of conversation soon overrode the rain and before long, Mercy found herself in the aforementioned kitchen, several pairs of eyes on her.
“What?” she asked defensively as she made her way over to the stove so she could put the kettle on.
“Skiing penguins? Really?” Ben asked, cocking his head to the side.
Mercy glanced down at her flannel pajamas and frowned. She was rather fond of these pajamas. “They’re comfortable,” she replied with a shrug.
“Are you not feeling well?” Warren drawled.
“I managed to catch a summer cold in time for the autumnal equinox,” she grumbled in response as she leaned against the counter next to the stove. Even with her congestion there was an unpleasant odor in the kitchen, and it didn’t take long for Mercy to pin down the origins. Hoping that the water would soon heat, Mercy began shuffling around the cupboards looking for the supplies for tea. The rest of the pack went back to their discussion.
Several minutes later Mercy had her tea made, relishing in the vapors clearing her sinuses. At least until she caught a good whiff of the kitchen’s now distinct odor. She gave Adam a quick kiss on the cheek and said good night to the rest of the pack before heading back upstairs to read for a bit.
On the stairs she passed Jessie, who humming softly to herself. “Where are you going?” Mercy asked.
The teen smiled at her. “Just gonna get a snack from the kitchen.”
“I wouldn’t, if I were you,” Mercy warned.
“I know the pack is down there,” Jessie said with an exaggerated eye roll. “It doesn’t bother me.”
“No, really,” Mercy said, holding up her hand to stress her point. “You don’t want to be anywhere near the kitchen right now.”
“They’re not fighting, so it’s cool,” Jessie shrugged. “I’ll be fine.” Giving Mercy a hard look that clearly said, “I can handle this,” Jessie bounded the rest of the way down the stairs and headed towards the kitchen.
With a defeated sigh, Mercy shrugged to herself and began the walk back upstairs. But that didn’t keep her from laughing softly when she heard Jessie screech, “Oh my God, it smells like wet dog in here!”
~*~
I've always wondered if the wet dog smell lingers. Not like we really get enough rain around here for it to truly matter, but I still wonder about it. X3
Rating: K
Words: 417
Characters: Adam, Mercy, Jessie, Ben, Warren, and the rest of the pack as back ground characters.
Pairings: Adam/Mercy, but it's not central to the plot
Summary: Kitchens should always smell good. Like baking bread or chocolate chip cookies. Sadly, Adam's kitchen has developed its own odor.
Author's Note: It's the Autumnal Equinox tonight! I can barely see the Harvest Moon from my dining room window, which is actually a lot better than I thought I would get. It's raining today, which is sort of weird for the Tri-Cities at this time of year. Normally we're cool but still sunny. Anyway, thinking about all these different things, I decided to write this.
Living with Adam had perks.
Take the master bath, for example. Or the fireplace. Or the kitchen.
Mercy padded downstairs in her pajamas, her keen hearing picking up the soft pattering of the rain on the windows of Adam’s mansion. The low hum of conversation soon overrode the rain and before long, Mercy found herself in the aforementioned kitchen, several pairs of eyes on her.
“What?” she asked defensively as she made her way over to the stove so she could put the kettle on.
“Skiing penguins? Really?” Ben asked, cocking his head to the side.
Mercy glanced down at her flannel pajamas and frowned. She was rather fond of these pajamas. “They’re comfortable,” she replied with a shrug.
“Are you not feeling well?” Warren drawled.
“I managed to catch a summer cold in time for the autumnal equinox,” she grumbled in response as she leaned against the counter next to the stove. Even with her congestion there was an unpleasant odor in the kitchen, and it didn’t take long for Mercy to pin down the origins. Hoping that the water would soon heat, Mercy began shuffling around the cupboards looking for the supplies for tea. The rest of the pack went back to their discussion.
Several minutes later Mercy had her tea made, relishing in the vapors clearing her sinuses. At least until she caught a good whiff of the kitchen’s now distinct odor. She gave Adam a quick kiss on the cheek and said good night to the rest of the pack before heading back upstairs to read for a bit.
On the stairs she passed Jessie, who humming softly to herself. “Where are you going?” Mercy asked.
The teen smiled at her. “Just gonna get a snack from the kitchen.”
“I wouldn’t, if I were you,” Mercy warned.
“I know the pack is down there,” Jessie said with an exaggerated eye roll. “It doesn’t bother me.”
“No, really,” Mercy said, holding up her hand to stress her point. “You don’t want to be anywhere near the kitchen right now.”
“They’re not fighting, so it’s cool,” Jessie shrugged. “I’ll be fine.” Giving Mercy a hard look that clearly said, “I can handle this,” Jessie bounded the rest of the way down the stairs and headed towards the kitchen.
With a defeated sigh, Mercy shrugged to herself and began the walk back upstairs. But that didn’t keep her from laughing softly when she heard Jessie screech, “Oh my God, it smells like wet dog in here!”
I've always wondered if the wet dog smell lingers. Not like we really get enough rain around here for it to truly matter, but I still wonder about it. X3
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Date: 2010-09-24 05:12 am (UTC)They're urban fantasy, so I don't know if they're something you'd even be interested in in the first place.
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Date: 2010-09-24 05:19 am (UTC)Sorry to be so ignorant. :\
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Date: 2010-09-24 05:25 am (UTC)The series deals with were-wolves, vampires and the fae, but the protagonist Mercy Thompson (see my icon, that's her from an upcoming book cover) has Native American ancestry so she's a skin walker - she can shift into a coyote at will.
The setting is present day (well, I think they're still back in 2007, but that's only because there are only a few months (and sometimes weeks) between books, and I think the first one came out in '06) in the bustling metropolis I call home. (Except it's not really a bustling metropolis. I think the combined populations of Pasco, Kennewick (yes, as in Kennewick Man), Richland, West Richland and for grins and giggles lest throw in Finley, is probably a few thousand over 100,000.)
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Date: 2010-09-24 08:35 am (UTC)Love the books, your fic, and your icon :P
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