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storypaint) wrote2011-05-31 10:41 pm
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[Dresden Files] it is justice that hurts (Murphy gen)
Title: it is justice that hurts
Fandom: Dresden Files
Length: 355 words
Prompt: fic_promptly: Dresden Files, Murphy, she doesn't want to believe in magic
Pairing: Murphy gen
Other: Some religious themes. Spoilers for Changes.
Excerpt: She doesn't want to believe in magic, because the world is complicated enough already.
She doesn't want to believe in magic, because the world is complicated enough already. Murphy's seen plenty of horrible things that didn't involve the supernatural at all. Now this Dresden guy is trying to tell her that there's a whole other world under her Chicago, one that she's never seen, and one that she can't police. It's enough to make a girl want to start shooting something.
But she keeps getting these cases that don't make any sense, because she's young and a girl and that's how it works in this career: they give her the ones they don't feel like solving. And Dresden introduces her to trolls and hags and vampires, dragons and spell circles. He breaks all of her electronic devices and she sees a bullet hit that coat of his and bounce right off. She might not want to believe in magic, but she won't disbelieve her own eyes either. This is real. This is a world she doesn't fit in, a world that Dresden patrols.
She hates that. She might complain about it, but she's always grateful when he calls her. She hates not knowing, even when knowing is probably worse. So she keeps holy water in her glovebox and silver bullets in her backseat, and she tries her best to keep up with beings that consider human beings to be at best amusing distractions. She has a fire in her that she thinks is worth as much as magic. She thinks Dresden must think so too: why else would he keep calling her? She's a little proud of that.
She's a good Catholic, or at least she tries to be. She's as good at religion as any cop, anyway, and the magic really bolsters her faith. There are greater things than you can see. The supernatural exists, so why not God? She sees Him in Michael Carpenter all the time.
She won't take the sword, though. She serves Chicago, all sides of Chicago, from the bright and shiny to the dull and dangerous, and that vow takes precedence. She'll protect and serve.
Maybe determination isn't as flashy as magic, but she uses what she has.
Fandom: Dresden Files
Length: 355 words
Prompt: fic_promptly: Dresden Files, Murphy, she doesn't want to believe in magic
Pairing: Murphy gen
Other: Some religious themes. Spoilers for Changes.
Excerpt: She doesn't want to believe in magic, because the world is complicated enough already.
She doesn't want to believe in magic, because the world is complicated enough already. Murphy's seen plenty of horrible things that didn't involve the supernatural at all. Now this Dresden guy is trying to tell her that there's a whole other world under her Chicago, one that she's never seen, and one that she can't police. It's enough to make a girl want to start shooting something.
But she keeps getting these cases that don't make any sense, because she's young and a girl and that's how it works in this career: they give her the ones they don't feel like solving. And Dresden introduces her to trolls and hags and vampires, dragons and spell circles. He breaks all of her electronic devices and she sees a bullet hit that coat of his and bounce right off. She might not want to believe in magic, but she won't disbelieve her own eyes either. This is real. This is a world she doesn't fit in, a world that Dresden patrols.
She hates that. She might complain about it, but she's always grateful when he calls her. She hates not knowing, even when knowing is probably worse. So she keeps holy water in her glovebox and silver bullets in her backseat, and she tries her best to keep up with beings that consider human beings to be at best amusing distractions. She has a fire in her that she thinks is worth as much as magic. She thinks Dresden must think so too: why else would he keep calling her? She's a little proud of that.
She's a good Catholic, or at least she tries to be. She's as good at religion as any cop, anyway, and the magic really bolsters her faith. There are greater things than you can see. The supernatural exists, so why not God? She sees Him in Michael Carpenter all the time.
She won't take the sword, though. She serves Chicago, all sides of Chicago, from the bright and shiny to the dull and dangerous, and that vow takes precedence. She'll protect and serve.
Maybe determination isn't as flashy as magic, but she uses what she has.