Disclaimer: Not mine, not even the slashy bits.  I am simply an 'umble worshipper at the
            shrine of Glaister and Brason.  If I'd written it, Hibou would have more lines
            like "Leave this to Dad".
Title:      Let Me Off Uptown
Fandom:     The Fourth Arm
Pairing:    Hirondelle/Rossignol
Rating:     PGR, darkish
Words :     100
Notes:      written for femslash100's challenge 109 (prompt: spirit)


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Let Me Off Uptown
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Sally Birkett vanished well before the assignation of code names; Hirondelle-to-be
took over the minute she set foot on Salisbury Plain.

Hirondelle is neither human nor necessary. Gallagher's interrogation proves it.
A strange fatalism took over as he took hold, and the fear - shattering and real -
wasn't enough to bring Sally back. *He* wasn't enough. She's proud of that.

Her skin, unmarked, burns where he touched her.

Hours later, safely dismissed, she's silent still. Cold to the bone. She's forgotten
Sally, Hirondelle too. Until Rossignol drifts over, her unpinned hair wreathed in
the scent of Woodbines, and touches her shoulder.


=== © arjuna April 2007 ===