Ernie Macmillan (![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} lost_ernie) wrote in ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} all_roads, |
Ernie just nodded, all but sprinting in the direction Dominic had indicated. He bumped into several important people on the way, people who likely weren't used to being bumped into, but he didn't care.
"Hannah!" he called the moment they were outside, hoping that he could hear something, even if it was just a muffled cry, but there was nothing.Looking harder, he made quick work of the area Dominic had told them to search.
"Fuck!' He hissed when he had covered every bit of the area with no clue as to Hannah's whereabouts. "Fuck!" It was Miles's curse of choice, and even it didn't sound furious enough. How had he been so stupid? How had he not realized what was going on? "Where the fuck is she?" He whirled to look desperately at his best friend, as though speaking in Miles's language would suddenly grant Miles knowledge he didn't have before.
Dominic's stomach was churning with dread as they searched the grounds. Part of him wanted to find Hannah, and part of him didn't, because he was afraid of the state he would find her in. Not that she would be frightened or upset, but that she would beyond all of that, that she would be laying there with an odd look of peace about her, with her blonde hair dirty and bloody in places as she laid there so motionless....
No, he told himself. Hannah was not Teaghan and he wasn't going to find her the same way he had found Teaghan. He was going to find her alive and they were going help her to feel better and things were going to go back to normal.
The sound of Hestia's retching drew him back to reality. He stood next to her, resting one hand protectively on her back and pulling back her hair with the other. He didn't bother telling her that it would all be alright because she knew as well as he did that it might very well NOT be alright. She had been with him the last time that hte Death Eaters stole someone away, she was an Auror and she knew what normally happened to those that Death Eaters kidnapped. Instead he just held her hair and rubbed her back absently and struggled to keep the contents of his own stomach (damn that birthday cake and the punch too) down. He hadn't given up, he wouldn't give up until he found her, one way or the other, but it felt as though the time for optimism and hope was over, and all that was left was the facts and the tasks at hand.
Hestia had been taken too, yes, but he had been able to converse frequently with her, she was an adult. Hannah, was, and always would be, his little girl. His baby was in their hands, and awaiting a fate similar to her mother's for all that he knew.
Teaghan, wherever you are, however this works, if you can, please protect her.
"Hannah!" he called the moment they were outside, hoping that he could hear something, even if it was just a muffled cry, but there was nothing.Looking harder, he made quick work of the area Dominic had told them to search.
"Fuck!' He hissed when he had covered every bit of the area with no clue as to Hannah's whereabouts. "Fuck!" It was Miles's curse of choice, and even it didn't sound furious enough. How had he been so stupid? How had he not realized what was going on? "Where the fuck is she?" He whirled to look desperately at his best friend, as though speaking in Miles's language would suddenly grant Miles knowledge he didn't have before.
Dominic's stomach was churning with dread as they searched the grounds. Part of him wanted to find Hannah, and part of him didn't, because he was afraid of the state he would find her in. Not that she would be frightened or upset, but that she would beyond all of that, that she would be laying there with an odd look of peace about her, with her blonde hair dirty and bloody in places as she laid there so motionless....
No, he told himself. Hannah was not Teaghan and he wasn't going to find her the same way he had found Teaghan. He was going to find her alive and they were going help her to feel better and things were going to go back to normal.
The sound of Hestia's retching drew him back to reality. He stood next to her, resting one hand protectively on her back and pulling back her hair with the other. He didn't bother telling her that it would all be alright because she knew as well as he did that it might very well NOT be alright. She had been with him the last time that hte Death Eaters stole someone away, she was an Auror and she knew what normally happened to those that Death Eaters kidnapped. Instead he just held her hair and rubbed her back absently and struggled to keep the contents of his own stomach (damn that birthday cake and the punch too) down. He hadn't given up, he wouldn't give up until he found her, one way or the other, but it felt as though the time for optimism and hope was over, and all that was left was the facts and the tasks at hand.
Hestia had been taken too, yes, but he had been able to converse frequently with her, she was an adult. Hannah, was, and always would be, his little girl. His baby was in their hands, and awaiting a fate similar to her mother's for all that he knew.
Teaghan, wherever you are, however this works, if you can, please protect her.