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TFT: Good For Him
Fandom: The Fionavar Tapestry
Pairing: Paul/Rachel, Kevin/Paul
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: Rachel makes Paul smile, and that's enough for Kevin.
"You love him, don't you?"
Kevin always was a sucker for a pretty face. And Rachel was pretty. He'd never have thought she was Paul's type, really, not till he saw them together, when they seemed to fit like two pieces of a puzzle. But she was pretty, and she'd made Paul actually smile, really smile, and despite himself he thought she'd be good for him. So he didn't shrug it off, but turned round, instead, and told her the truth, which only needed one word: "Yes."
"I'm stealing him away from you," she said, her eyes on the floor. "Are you going to hate me?"
"No," Kevin said, and he grinned: the easy, natural grin he'd been charming women with since he was a tiny baby in a cot. "You make Paul smile."
"I should be jealous of you," she said, and there was a hint of shyness in her voice as she raised her eyes to his. "He loves you too, you see."
Kevin shrugged. "Don't worry. You're a treasure, to him, so you're a treasure to me, too." Another grin. "You make him smile, as I said. I think we'll keep you."
"You make him smile, too."
"Ah, but I only auditioned for the best friend's part." Another grin, another shrug. "Don't worry, Rachel. You're good for him."
"Thank you," she said, bemused, perplexed, smiling.
"Look after him," Kevin said, and tried to ignore the dark feeling of warning somewhere in the pit of his stomach, a vague foreboding. "And he'll look after you."
Pairing: Paul/Rachel, Kevin/Paul
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: Rachel makes Paul smile, and that's enough for Kevin.
"You love him, don't you?"
Kevin always was a sucker for a pretty face. And Rachel was pretty. He'd never have thought she was Paul's type, really, not till he saw them together, when they seemed to fit like two pieces of a puzzle. But she was pretty, and she'd made Paul actually smile, really smile, and despite himself he thought she'd be good for him. So he didn't shrug it off, but turned round, instead, and told her the truth, which only needed one word: "Yes."
"I'm stealing him away from you," she said, her eyes on the floor. "Are you going to hate me?"
"No," Kevin said, and he grinned: the easy, natural grin he'd been charming women with since he was a tiny baby in a cot. "You make Paul smile."
"I should be jealous of you," she said, and there was a hint of shyness in her voice as she raised her eyes to his. "He loves you too, you see."
Kevin shrugged. "Don't worry. You're a treasure, to him, so you're a treasure to me, too." Another grin. "You make him smile, as I said. I think we'll keep you."
"You make him smile, too."
"Ah, but I only auditioned for the best friend's part." Another grin, another shrug. "Don't worry, Rachel. You're good for him."
"Thank you," she said, bemused, perplexed, smiling.
"Look after him," Kevin said, and tried to ignore the dark feeling of warning somewhere in the pit of his stomach, a vague foreboding. "And he'll look after you."