Alder's Grove

After Prickly. This is set in the Addergoole 'verse, whose landing page is here on DW & here on LJ, in year 9.

Gar carried Sylvie to the Doctor's office, met on the way by Luke, who, to Gar's eyes, looked as if he was trying not to laugh. And then, mostly because she didn't tell him to, he waited with her. He hadn't meant to do... that. To perforate her like that. Parts were showing that shouldn't show. And he'd done that, because he was angry. It made him feel a little ill.

"That," she said weakly, "was not what I was expecting."

He laughed nervously. "No?" Where was the damn doctor?

"No," she confirmed. "I expected... irritation, I suppose."

"Irritation?" He took a few long, slow breaths. He didn't want to get angry again. "You trapped me into slavery." He said it as quietly as he could.

"I did," she agreed. "I trapped Arundel last year. And I was trapped the year before. It happens often around here."

"And people don't normally explode?"

She made a grimace he assumed was supposed to be a smile. "Not normally so... literally, no. Normally they just yell a little, and calm down. I didn't even yell."

He looked at her face, because that part wasn't all messed up. "I can believe that," he muttered. "You don't seem like a yeller."