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29 August 2009 @ 08:59 pm
Fic: I need a hero M/K R 3/6  
Title: I need a hero, chap 3
Author: angylinni
Rating: R, for violence, sexual themes.
Summary:Katie used to dream that somewhere, there was the perfect guy for her. He'd walk into her life and sweep her off her feet, just as heroes were supposed to. Somewhere around the age of 17, after her brush with death and curses, she realized that heroes probably didn't exist. One night late in November six years later, she thought that maybe she'd been to hasty…
Words: 2361

x-posted to bell_flint & overcomingrvlry

Katie woke up the next morning warmer than she’d ever been in her life. She lifted her arms above her head and stretched, wincing when her legs wouldn’t move any further. Lifting the covers, she saw Marcus’s thick, hair covered leg covering both of hers, neatly pinning her to the bed. The pillows she’d put down the center of the bed were long gone, one tucked beneath his head, the other tossed to the floor beside the bed. Pushing experimentally at his leg, she sighed as he muttered under his breath and snuggled closer, his arm sliding over her stomach.

Katie sighed again and lay back, since it was obvious she wasn’t going anywhere for awhile. Her gaze fell on his head, thick black hair tousled from sleep, resting on her favorite pillow. It’d been ten years since she’d seen him last, tears streaming down her face as she’d run away from him in Diagon Alley, her heart shattered. Lifting her hand, she held it over his hair, biting her lip. Did she dare touch him? Would he wake and insist on kissing her senseless again, bringing up all those old memories from their past? Taking a deep breath, she dipped one finger, letting an inky curling lock slide around her finger. He’d always had the softest hair; she’d loved to run her fingers through it while he’d lain with his head on her lap, talking of the future. Tears welled slowly in her eyes and she snatched her hand away as if burned. The arm across her stomach tightened and she turned to find him looking at her, the deep green eyes she’d fallen so hard for sweeping over her face, assessing quickly. “S’matter?”

Katie blinked rapidly, wiping away the lone tear that had made it onto her cheek. “Eyelash,” she lied, pushing at his arm. “Let me up, I’ve got to get ready for work.”

He moved, but didn’t let her leave the bed, his hand curling around her shoulder. “You’re crying,” he said, frowning.

“It’s nothing,” she said, refusing to look at him, staring instead at her closet and the neat, color-coded clothing hanging in it. If only her life could be that simple.

Fingers slid across her jaw, tilting her face. He shifted on the bed until he sat in front of her, staring at her. “Don’t lie to me, Princess, at least give me that much.”

Katie’s head rose sharply and she glared at him, tears still shimmering wetly in her eyes. “I was thinking about the past, ok? Are you happy now?”

His thumb traced over her cheekbone, wiping away a tear that had escaped. “I haven’t been happy since you left me,” he said softly, bringing his thumb to his mouth and licking away the tear. “I doubt you have either, from the looks of things.”

“We can’t go back, Marcus. The past is gone and nothing you or I do will change that,” she said softly, dropping her gaze back down to the quilted comforter.

“Would you?”

Her head shot up again and she stared at him hard. “Would I what?”

“Change things?”

His voice was thick and deep and the pain in it made her insides clench. That was certainly the million pound question, wasn’t it? She’d been thinking about it a hundred times since he’d appeared back in her life so suddenly. Lifting her shoulders, she shrugged them lightly, rising up off the bed and walking to the closet, staring into it without seeing anything.


Spinning around, she shrugged again helplessly; unable to put into words the things she was feeling. “I don’t… I don’t know, Marcus. It hurt so badly when it ended that I don’t know if I could live through it again.”

He stood and closed the distance between them, big hands cupping her cheeks. “It wouldn’t be the same,” he said quickly, stroking her cheekbones. “We’re not the same people we were ten years ago.”

She lifted her hands and pulled his from her face. “You’re right,” she said sadly. “We’re not. I’m broken, Marcus, used goods. Cormac McLaggen took everything from me, there’s nothing left.”

“You’re wrong, Katie,” Marcus said, shaking his head. “He only gets to do that if you let him. Fight this, fight him and don’t let a sorry arse bastard like McLaggen make you give up on everything!” He cupped her face again, bending closer, his breath skating across her lips. “Fight for us,” he whispered, kissing her. It was soft at first, almost hesitant, as if he were uncertain if she were going to dart away again. A sob caught in Katie’s throat and she opened her mouth, grabbing onto his shoulders and kissing him back as fiercely as she could, tears streaming down her face. Her world narrowed to the feel of his lips on hers, hard body braced against her own, holding her up when her knees wanted to do nothing more than to melt into a pile of goo at his feet. Her hands slid up into his hair and he jerked her closer, molding her body against him as he plundered her mouth.

Katie was lost in a miasma of sensation. The feel of his hard body against hers, after so long, it was like coming home. She wanted nothing more than to sink into the sensations and let them swamp her, erasing everything that had happened in the ten years since she’d touched him last.

The ding of the Floo rang, startling them both. Katie pulled free and stared at him mutely, her lips swollen from his kiss, her hair a disheveled mess. Grabbing her wand, she fled down the hallway towards the living room. Marcus cursed under his breath as he grabbed his wand, reaching her just as she went to kneel before the fireplace. His hand curled around her upper arm, jerking her to her feet. “Let me,” he growled. “I’m here to protect you, remember?”

Crimson stained her cheeks as she nodded, lowering her wand. “Sorry,” she mumbled, staring at her feet.

Marcus sighed and waved his wand at the floo. Angelina’s face appeared in the flames. She took one look at Katie, and then Marcus and stepped through the flames. “What happened?”

“Since you’re here, I’ll do a perimeter pass, set up some basic protection spells. Salazar knows it’s early enough that no one should be awake,” Marcus growled, stomping back to the bedroom to get dressed.

Angelina stared at Katie as an awkward silence descended in the wake of his departure. Katie stayed silent, staring at the floor until Marcus had stomped his way back through the living room and out the door, not quite slamming it behind him.

“Katie, are you going to tell me what happened?” Angelina asked gently, after the door stopped quivering in its frame.

Katie lifted her head, tears tracking down her cheeks. “Me, I happened,” she whispered brokenly. “Everything is my fault.”

Angelina frowned, reaching out to pull her into her arms, leading her over to the couch. Sitting down, she brushed Katie’s hair back from her face. “None of this is your fault, Katherine Bell, and the sooner you get that through your thick head, the better we’ll all be. Cormac McLaggen is a ruddy killer and you’re lucky to be alive.”

Katie shook her head. “No, I mean yes, I am grateful to be alive, especially after what happened to my parents and those poor girls, but that wasn’t what I meant.”

Angelina sat back, sighing. “You mean Marcus.”

Katie smiled bleakly, her hands moving restlessly in her lap. “Maybe none of this would’ve even happened if I hadn’t tried so hard to convince myself that the things everyone were saying were true ten years ago.”

“Beg pardon? I’m not following you, Kates.”

Katie stood up, wrapping her arms around her middle as she began to pace the small confines of the living room. “Maybe my parents would still be alive if I hadn’t pushed Marcus away ten years ago.”

“You can’t play the what if game, Katie, it’ll destroy you,” Angelina said softly. “Trust me, I’ve been there.”

Katie stopped and turned to look at her friend. “But no one was telling you that Fred was a Death Eater and you shouldn’t associate with the likes of him.”

Angelina frowned at her. “Marcus was never a Death Eater, Katie. He’d never have been accepted into the Ministry if he was.”

Katie sighed and began to pace again. “I know that… now. Ten years ago, when we first started seeing each other, I didn’t. I didn’t care much if he had been, after he showed up at the Castle to help with the final battle, he more than chose his side, but you know how my parents were, how concerned they were with their social status and everything else that went along with being,” she held up her hands and air quoted, “ pureblood.”

“But you were never like that; you didn’t care if someone was Muggle born or pure.”

Katie nodded, shrugging her shoulders. “I still don’t, and I wish to Merlin that I’d never even listened to one thing they’d said. As dreadful as they were, they were still my parents, you know?”

Angelina nodded solemnly. “But I still don’t understand what that has to do with your parent’s murders.”

Katie sighed and spun around again, pacing the length of her living room twice before speaking again. “Marcus hated me working in the solicitor’s office. He knew I wanted to play Quidditch, or at the very least, teach it. He thought I was killing myself slowly by staying at a job that I hated.” Katie sighed once more. “Sadly, he was right, but that’s another story. Anyway, if I hadn’t accused him of being a bastard and a cheating liar, the chances are pretty good that I wouldn’t have stayed working for Barton and Clift, and therefore never stumbling in on Cormac McLaggen in the midst of killing that poor girl.”

“You can’t change the past, Katie, no matter how much you may want to.” Marcus’s gruff voice startled both women. Katie stared at him, her eyes wide in her pale face. He closed the distance between them, big hands cupping her cheeks. “The future is the only thing that’s still fluid. It’s up to you how you proceed from here on out. Are you going to continue to be the victim, or are you going to find that infamous Gryffindor courage and make a stand?”

Angelina stood up off the couch, nearly vibrating with anger. “Surely you aren’t suggesting that Katie go after McLaggen herself, Marcus!”

Marcus shrugged, refusing to look away from Katie. “She’s got me, and I’m the best hit wizard the Ministry’s got, so I think she’s got more than a fighting chance.” Katie gave him a watery smile, lifting her hands to cover his.

“The entire Ministry Auror division hasn’t been able to catch him, but you arrogantly think that you can?”

Marcus finally tore his gaze away from Katie, giving Angelina a withering glare. “Isn’t that why you wanted me on the job in the first place, Montague?”

He lifted his brow in an arrogant arch as she sputtered and glared at him. Angelina turned to Katie. “Kates, surely you can’t want to go along with this madness!”

Katie leaned her chin into Marcus’s palm. “I want it to be over, Ang. I need to move on to more important things.”

“You’ll be helping, Angelina,” Marcus said, winking at Katie before dropping his hands from her face. He turned to face the other woman. “Silas too.”

“We will, will we?” Angelina spat angrily.

“Of course, you don’t think I’m so arrogant that I don’t ask for help when I need it, do you?” His arched brow told her that he knew she thought exactly that. Katie stifled a giggle from beside him. Marcus slid his arm around her and pinched her backside. “Now, Silas promised to get me in to talk to Sophie Capper, since she’s the bird that was helping the bastard when he was back in England. I knew Capper pretty well back in school and the girl I knew would never have been taken in by the likes of McLaggen-”

“People change, Marcus,” Angelina cut in.

Marcus gave her an arch stare. “Not that much. Sophie Capper could see through even Malfoy’s shite. If she was Imperius’d, I want her released.”

“And if she wasn’t? If she cooperated fully with him because she wanted to?”

“Then let her hang with him.”

Angelina stared at him hard before finally shrugging. “Silas can handle that, he deals with Azkaban more than I do.”

“Good, and as for you, I need you here when I go speak with her, since leaving Katie alone isn’t an option.”


Marcus turned to look at Katie. “I need to see your memories of that night, the one where you found McLaggen with the girl, and the other times you’ve seen him since.”

Katie nodded, they were as fresh as the day they’d been made, her nightmares made sure of that.

“Okay, I have a pensieve back at the flat I rented here, one that’ll allow us both to go into the memory so I can stop and question you if need be.” He turned to Angelina once more. “I’ll be back in half an hour, Floo Silas; I want to question Capper tomorrow morning, first thing.”

“Anything else,” Angelina asked dryly.

Marcus grinned at her. “Yeah, keep my girl safe until I get back.” He pressed a quick, hard kiss on Katie’s lips and disappeared, the loud crack of his Apparation making both women wince.

Angelina stared at Katie. “You’re sure about this? I mean, it’s not like you have to follow his orders, even if he did nearly bark them.”

Katie smiled at Angelina, feeling normal for the first time in years. “He’s right, I have to take a stand or Cormac is going to own my life forever. I know Marcus will keep me safe, we have things to finish.” And begin again.

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