Until the Very End of You [Vic]

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Teddy winced as he shifted his weight, settling into the bed as healers surrounded him and settled new bandages soaked in a foul-smelling substance on his head and arms. To these people who didn't know him, and to those that were not with him for the past days, would not understand why he did not speak a word of complaint as the solution stung and sizzled on his skin, and as he was moved from ward to ward to ward, changing beds weekly as his problems changed. Slowly though, the healers became used to his silence. Not finding it odd that he closed his eyes, clenched his teeth, and focused on the fact that he was alive. There was a point when a person had too much to be grateful for to complain. Teddy... was at that point. No. He was far past that point.

You know, when people say that they will die for you... He smiled lightly, causing the healers around him to frown at each other. He rested his head back on the pillows, trying his best to not resist them and tell them to bug off. They are here to help... He had to remind himself for the millionth time. He flinched as they pried away old bandage from a gash on his arm. Sighing, he forced himself to focus on other things... like how he got them. He shuddered at the thought and got a firm smack as a result.

Teddy and Vic were both lucky to be alive. Even as aurors, a confrontation with bellatrix and one of her cronies, when there was only two of you against them... it was dangerous odds. Odds that he would have rather had leaning on his side... not against. He still didn't exactly know how he got Vic and him out of it alive. But considering everything, these wounds he would deal with without complaint.

Opening his eyes as the healers finally moved away, he thought of his Vic. Up in a different ward, he had not had a word of her since they were admitted. It irked him that no healer gave him news, and he was not allowed to leave his room until they deemed it so. He looked over at the bed-side table set out of reach. His wand resting atop it along with faded flowers that had been left here when he got into this room. Apart from that faded color in the pedals, and the reddish tinge that bled through the wet bandages on his arm, there was no color in the room. And it was depressing. No conversation... no color... no word from his fiance... and yet he was alive. Sad that he was thankful about this.

Having nothing better to do, he readjusted himself on the pillows with a wince, and closed his eyes, deeming sleep as an appropriate option. Just about fading to sleep, he heard his door open, and snapped his eyes open. Room mate at last?

Tags: Vic <3
Words: 499
Notes: Lost muse halfway through. damn. lol

[Victoire Gabrielle Weasley]

Victoire stared at the ring sitting on her bedside table. They took it off some point in time, she couldn't remember when. Vic did remember that she didn't want them to. It felt wrong to have it off. They had taken it off to bandage her hand and forearm. The constant presence of healers and nurses was beginning to annoy her. She hated how they constantly asked how she was feeling, how she was doing. How did it look like? Victoire was miserable. Her body ached, she was covered in scratches, scraps, bruises, and gashes. The bruises hurt the worst, physically.

For days she asked about Teddy, where he was, how he was doing..and for days they just didn't answer her. It was really starting to piss her off. If he was not okay, if he wasn't alive ...then, she didn't want to be. Maybe the just didn't know, as they all just smiled, nodded, and said he was probably fine. Probably?! Probably wasn't good enough. She needed them to be a thousand percent positive.

Her parents visited her everyday. Bill brought her flowers and Fleur freaked out and told Victoire she was never going back to work as an Auror again. Bill blamed Ted. Victoire ignored that, and in turn ignored her father. In fact, she pretty much ignored her parents when they were there. They could not tell her what she wanted to know either. Plus, they kept asking her for details of how it happened. Honestly, now she could not even completely remember. She remembered being alone with that kid, and then Bellatrix showed up and, then Ted showed up...the rest, she just blocked out. Victoire didn't want to remember.

Victoire glared angrily at a nurse who walked in and asked how she was. Again, Victoire asked about Ted. She more or less told the nurse she better go and find out about him or else. The girl was new to her so, Victoire asked nicely first and much to her surprise, the girl consented and left to find out what she could. Finally, someone did what she asked. When the nurse returned, she told Victoire that he was fine, that he was going to be fine, and she even told her where he was.

Victoire let out the hugest sigh of relief. Everything just got better. A huge weight was lifted off her chest. She didn't have to worry anymore. She had immediately asked to go see him, well, told the nurse she was going to see him -- whether she was going to help or not. Victoire had to go see him, she had to just see him for herself. He shouldn't have gone looking for her, she knew he had. He should have gone to save someone else but, had he not shown and she had been killed, Victoire knew he would not have been able to survive that.

Slowly and steadily, the nurse helped Victoire into a wheelchair. Before they left her room, she took the ring off the table and squeezed it back on her finger. Her finger was a bit swollen still, so it was hard to get back on but, she needed to have it on when she saw him. Victoire took deep breaths as the nurse wheeled her down to Ted's room. Partly because it hurt to sit up still, and partly because she knew there would be some sort of argument.

Victoire tried to run her hands through her hair before the nurse opened the door to his room. She realized she probably looked horrible. Vic sighed, feeling the knots in her hair. Those would take forever to get out. She avoided looking at him as the nurse pushed in his room. Victoire stared at her hands in her lap, listening the wheels squeak as she was rolled in. Quietly, Vic thanked the nurse, who placed her next to his bed. She waited for the nurse to leave before slowly looking up at Ted with tears glistening in her eyes.

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The door opened, with a burst of noise into the quiet room, and his eyes opened with a snap. A squeak vibrated into the room, in tie with the rotating wheels of a wheel chair. Fixing his gaze upon the healer first, his eyes slowly moved down. In the wheel chair sat his vic, the woman of whom he had not seen, nor heard hair about since they had both been faced with the possibility of death. Together, they had shared something that had defeated all other history between them. Faced with death at the hands of those you had sworn to defeat, well... it went beyond words. His mind drifted briefly upon the oaths they had taken when they got the job. He had sworn to do his best to defeat those who threatened others above all who was human or not. Death eaters he had sworn to take down, kill if he must, at the risk to his own life. He had sworn this, promising never to turn back, to put another's life before those others he could save. And yet, he had turned back for her. And for that, he could lose his job.When he met her eyes though, he couldn't help but not care. Tears formed in the watery depths of her eyes, as she raised her head to look at him, just as the healer closed the door. Teddy raised himself up further onto his pillows, and made to move off the bed, then remembered hatefully that he had been forbidden to get up for a time. Reluctantly, he dragged his legs back onto the bed, and gave her a look filled with concern and frustration that he could not get up to greet her, let alone embrace her.

"H-" His voice cracked from its lack of use over days. He cleared his throat and tried again. "How are you?" He asked quietly, looking into her eyes, and not daring to look away. Concern dominated everything else, his need to hear from her own mouth that she was alright overtook his frustration with her, thinking that she could take Bellatrix on her own. "They have not told me anything..." He corrected himself quickly, not wanting it to sound like he hadn't asked, for he had asked regularly every day. "More like wouldn't." He commented gruffly.

Taking in her sore looking composure, he smiled a sad smile. "You look as bad as i feel though..." He tried to joke, offering her the only smile he could muster, it ended up more like a grimace. Still, she would be able to see the effort, but he certainly didn't have to prove he cared for her. He would die for her. And if she hadn't known that before now, she certainly should now. If she didn't... well... it was time to ignore the healers and get up and prove it to her. Again.

(Sorry I have been away so long (ducks) Dont shoot me! Im baaackkk!! <3)

[Victoire Gabrielle Weasley]

For a few moments, she could not speak. Victoire could only look at him with tearing eyes, even after Ted asked her a question. She honestly did not know what to say. She felt at fault for what happened. Victoire never intended on running into Bellatrix, she just showed up there. Ted should not have been in there. He should not have been in that room. "They wouldn't tell me anything either," she said, ignoring the first question. She could lie, and say she was fine but, she wasn't fine and she knew he would probably see through that. Yet, she felt she should to make him feel better, even if he could see it wasn't the complete truth.

Victoire bit her lip when he mentioned her looks. She felt as bad as she looked. "Oh, thanks," she said with heavy sarcasm. Although she was rather stiff and sore, Victoire pushed herself up out of that stupid chair. She took one small step to his bedside, and with all the effort she could muster, Victoire crawled in next to him ad cuddled close. She did not care if this was against some hospital rule or not. She would not be comforted until she could feel him next to her. Victoire took one of his hands and put it on her cheek, closing her eye to stop any tears that still threatened to spill. These tears, however, would be more along the lines of tears of joy rather than sadness. For some time, she really thought she would never see him again, hear him say her name, feel his kiss again, or anything else.

"I know you are probably mad at me but, I didn't think what happened would have," she said, diving into an explanation. Victoire could seee it in him. He would be irritated that she went off and did things, like her job, which left her in a sticky situation. "Everything was fine until..Bellatrix showed up," Victoire added, still with closed eyes. She drew out a long sigh. "I just want to go home with you and never leave it," she said, almost like a tired child. Victoire was rather sick of laying the hospital. There was really nothing more they could do for her really. She would just refuse to go home without him. From the looks of it, they would let her go before they let him go.

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A knife seemed to jab into him as he looked upon his vic and realized that tears were filling into her eyes. He should have never let her out of his sight. He cursed their dangerous profession, and hated himself for not having been able to do more to help her on that fateful day. He kept reminding himself: she's alive, that is good enough. But it didn't seem enough. She shouldn't be in a wheelchair, she shouldn't be hurt, and it killed him that she was. He knew she had chosen the profession, but that didn't stop him from feeling horrible about the outcome of the choice that had never been his. No one ever intended for this to happen, he reminded himself, but still, that didn't mean he wasn't furious that he had been left practically unable to stop it. And all because of one evil soul... that had corrupted others. Leaving a path in his wake, that, even in death left a trail of havoc and chaos. And Bellatrix had picked up his slack...

Fury welled inside him, and a frustration that consumed all else in his mind ate at what was left inside him. It was because of Bellatrix this had happened, because of her they were both cooped up inside a hospital when they were meant to be free-roamers, that soared and protected others. But they had been struck down. And above anything else... she had struck down his Vic.

A vengeful anger boiled inside the pit of his stomach. Guilt, fury, and a need to act all gathered together in his gut, calling for him to stop laying around... to do something. But as he looked into her tearful eyes, he settled slightly. Here was a moment, no matter how tense, that they had together. For that, he would wait. He would take the time that he was given... He would wait to hunt and strike down the threat that he was called, not only by his job, but by his conscience, to destroy. He would wait to act. And so he reminded himself for the millionth time again what the healers had told him, and settled back onto the pillows he hadn't realized he had left.

He looked down for a moment, concealing a small smile, then looked up and allowed her to see the concern within his eyes. With still a faint, understanding smile lighting his face, though his eyes were haunted, he spoke quietly, his voice cracking for a moment before clearing. "You didn't answer my first question love..." She should have known he wouldn't miss that detail, and when it was something like this... he wouldn't allow her to avoid the question, he wouldn't let it just slip by. And though it would hurt him to hear it, he needed to hear the truth from her own mouth. He knew she wasn't ok. But, though it might have been some subconscious sick idea of punishing himself, he needed to hear it from her.

He smirked then, and nodded. "No problem!" Laughing slightly, he winced and the laughter faded. His side throbbed, reminding him of the spell he had taken dutifully, too stupid not to keep his eyes on all wands in the room. Gazing at her form within the chair, it took his tired mind a moment to realize what she was doing. "Vic n-" Too late, his protest to her rising died on his lips, and he shuffled over with a groan to make room for her, holding his hand out so he could pull her as gently as possible, up onto the bed with him. Smiling slightly, despite knowing that this probably wasn't the best idea, he encased her in his arms and held her for a moment, resting his chin upon her head like they had done so many times before.

Victoire's hand took up his, and he allowed her to guide it to her cheek where he let it rest, a pained expression painted across his face. Grateful that she had closed her eyes, he took a moment to calm the expression on his face, and wipe clean the slate that screamed I Hate Myself For What Happened To You. Instead, he formed a blank palate, and a blank face took over what had been pained, torturous and sad.

He hugged her closer for a moment, reliving the moment when he had first saw Bellatrix at his fiance's side. He wasn't entirely sure he would make it out of the building alive, wasn't sure if he would see the light of day again... But, it hadn't mattered, as long as he left knowing that she would see a sunrise, and a sunset... one last time. Gazing over to his window he smiled. The light rays were scattered across the floor, peeking through the curtains that hid the view of the street. He had kept that promise. She was alive. And he was still there for her. Despite the pain it caused him, and the slight shortness of breathe caused from the sparks of pain traveling up his side, he brought her closer, and placed a kiss atop her head.

All the fury that he had had, all the anger, the fear, the frustration... for the time being, it had dissipated; faded into the breeze that wafted through the cracked open window. But surprised jolted through him as he took in her words. "I dont blame you..." He responded with a whisper, his honesty plain. No... he didn't blame her. He blamed himself, though irrational it was. He should have somehow been better for her... and though he didn't know right now how, he would find out, because she shouldn't have been hurt. And for that, he blamed himself, and Bellatrix. No one else. He would bear that burden alone and find a way to fix it... he just needed time. But for now, all he wanted to do, was enjoy the time he had with his girl. Placing another kiss on her head, he nuzzled her in the ear and breathed: "I love you Vic."

(epic enough for ya? <3 Promised I would... haha 1,019 for ya, thank god i had muse! <3)

[Victoire Gabrielle Weasley]

"I'm fine. Really, I am," she said, finding that avoiding that question was impossible. She didn't look or feel one hundred percent but, that would all heal soon. She would live, and that was probably the most important thing. Ted was still living, which was more important to her than herself. She wouldn't have wanted to live if he hadn't. Going through a loss like that was stamped impossible in her book. Victoire had lost him one too many times already.

Ted may have tried to protest, and her body certainly protested it but, Victoire moved up onto the bed. It was really a bit of a slow process. As much as she wanted to just flop next to him, it wasn't all that feasible. There were small, old lady shuffling type steps, and protesting joints. It was a successful mission at least. Victoire had wanted to be near him for a week but, of course, that hadn't happened. It was stupid, and once they were out of here she was going to put in a complaint. You don't just not bloody tell someone how their fiance is fairing after something like this. It was not right to toy with someone's emotions like that.


While Victoire felt serenity, bliss, and relief, she was unaware of the anger, fear, and frustration Ted felt. She knew him well enough to know that that stupid part of his brain was telling him this was all his fault. Victoire did a good enough job on her own getting herself into such trouble. Had it been just that lone death eater, she would have been fine on her own. With Bellatrix in the mix, however, things were ten times more complicated. She could only sigh as Ted claimed he didn't blame her. It was not either of their faults really. They both were just in a bad situation and were lucky enough to escape alive and in one piece. For others, it wasn't quite the same. Victoire specifically remembered stumbling over a few dead or nearly dead bodies.

Victoire shoved off those thoughts, pushing herself higher on the bed so she could look at Ted properly. "I love you, too," she replied running a hand through his hair gently. "We just have to learn how to not get into so much trouble together," Victoire said after some moments pause, a smile returning to her features. Between their last missions together, and the Ministry attack, Victoire noticed that when they worked together, things more often than not turned out ...not very well, or at least not without a duel of some sort.

( this was not epic, or very good. =/ ))

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