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Ned ([info]bakersman) wrote in [info]labyrinth_rpg,
@ 2009-06-11 00:58:00

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Entry tags:complete, day eleven, ned the piemaker, olive snook

Who: Olive and Ned
What: A revealed secret that's a looong time coming
When: Day 11, afternoonish
Where: Olive's room
Rating: Put a PG-13 on it for safety's sake
Status: All done!



It was only across the hall, but the walk from Ned's room to Olive's felt like the longest of his life. Chuck had known his secret right away. Well, minus the telling her that he was responsible for killing her father part. Which was pretty major and the cause of his current dilemma with her. But she'd known about the finger from the very beginning. She sort of had to, it was the whole reason she was alive.

No one was ever supposed to know. Ned had worked his whole life to keep it a guarded secret. Then Emerson had caught him and blackmailed him, and while they were roughly friends in the end, it had started rocky. But no one else. No one. And that had included Olive. How crazy did it sound that he could touch something and bring it back to life? It was like something out of a storybook.

Or, apparenty, a television show. Who knew?

Despite his resolve not to speak a word until he could do so without singing, Ned made the trip across the hall, Digby trotting at his heels. He gave his faithful friend a smile in thanks for the moral support, but ultimately, he was still the human and still had to be the one to knock on the door.



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[info]bakersman
2009-06-11 02:13 pm UTC (link)
"If I were to touch Digby again, even just a second, he'd die. That's how it works. I don't know how or why but it does. And..." Swallowing hard, Ned looked up at her for a brief moment. This was the sort of thing no one should ever spring on anyone. "And if something stays alive for more than one minute exactly, something or someone else has to...well, die in their place." An eye for an eye. The phrase came to him much too quickly for comfort and his stomach flipped over.

As for Emerson... Well, it was an entertaining story, at least. If not the basis behind a very twisted friendship. "Emerson caught me doing it. Accidentally. Dead guy surprised me. Emerson saw, put two and two together..." Ned shrugged helplessly. What else was he supposed to do? "That's how we solve so many cases. Sometimes it helps, sometimes it doesn't. Not an awful lot you can ask in a minute. And yeah, Pinky and Gordon...they were involved."

A thought occurred to him, and he looked up at her with a slightly shy smile. "So if you've been helping Emerson lately...in your time, I mean, then you've got a good mind on you. The rest of us rely on the finger. You put it together without it."

Maybe it wasn't much of a comfort. Maybe it wasn't any comfort at all, how would he know? But it really was a compliment to the fact that she was actually better at the problem solving than all of them.

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