Shooting Star
by Kika
"Oh! A shooting star!" The teen with a shock of bright red hair sat
up excitedly at the sight.
"Shhh!" Brad shushed him. "You know we can't get caught out here,
Schuldig." The young precognitive took a moment to smile a rare, true
smile at the sight of his companion, so excited over something as
small as a falling bit of light in the night sky. It was not often
that they had a chance to sneak out and relax like this -- Rosenkreuz
was not known for its understanding in such matters.
"What did you wish for?" Brad asked softly as the falling star
disappeared past the horizon.
There was a long silence following the question; long enough that
Brad had begun to wonder if the telepath was going to answer him at
all, but bright green eyes met his for a moment before they returned
to the dark sky.
"Peace," was the simple answer Schuldig finally gave him.
Even the stoic Bradley Crawford could not hold back the small, sad,
smile that emerged when he heard the answer, for he already knew that
even if Schuldig were to wish on every star in the heavens, peace
would elude him for the rest of his life.
Schuldig tensed a bit when Brad slipped an arm around his waist, but
the gentle lips on his own soon coaxed him into relaxing.
A few moments later, with Schu's head laid trustingly on his
shoulder, Brad closed his eyes in concentration and followed the
threads of time once more, frowning a bit as he reviewed what he had
Seen all too often. Despite his complete trust in his Sight, he was
putting all his faith in the fact that he could change what the fates
had in store for him and his future team.
Even if all the stars in the heavens could not bring Schuldig peace,
two young men on the roof of a school in Germany were beginning to
wonder if perhaps Bradley Crawford could.