A Long Wake -@onlystarisee

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Coming to this new Earth had been a simple decision for Harrison. Zoom had done far more than wreak havoc on his world. He had killed. Slaughtered countless, turned others for the sake of simply sowing chaos. But it was the murder of his wife that had propelled the hunter through the rift in search of his quarry.

This new Earth was dizzying. Similarities that made him ache and differences that reminded him very soundly of why he was there and who he was out to kill. The hunter moved swiftly and with purpose. Silver, garlic and bladed weapons tucked away along his person, never without weapons, never without a way to defend himself and to kill if need be.

All of those preparations, all of those carefully constructed walls crumbled to pieces the moment he saw her. The moment that Barry led Harrison into the Cortex and he saw her. Blonde hair, quick and sure movements and it was like the entire world dropped away beneath him.

Tess.

The last time he had seen her was shortly after the attack on STAR. The Cortex had been in ruins. Blasts darkened most walls, evidence of her magic. She'd always been more adept with spells than he had. When those had failed she had gone for the sword Harrison had given her. It was still in her pale hand as he dropped to his knees beside her body. Throat ripped open. Eyes open and frozen. The blood had soaked into her hair and he didn't even have it in him to weep. No. Harrison had screamed. Clutching his wife's body to him he had screamed like a madman, swearing with every ounce of strength that he had left that he would one day hunt down Zoom and avenge her.

But on this Earth she was still alive and every time Harrison saw her he saw his lost wife. So he snarled. Growled. Shoved his emotions aside and tried so very hard to do what he set out to - but hurting Tess was something that even now he couldn't bring himself to do.

Alone in the Cortex he shoves his knives aside, scrubbing at his face, dragging his hands up into his hair and clenching his fingers into fists. She isn't his. She isn't his and he shouldn't feel like this.

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They're both broken. Shattered and put together and full of jagged edges. Grief that could never truly be forgotten. Suffering that could only be pushed aside for the sake of others, for the sake of doing what needed to be done.

This wasn't just another vampire or another dhampir. This was Tess. This was his wife and Harry couldn't bear to hear that soft sob from her. He reaches out slowly, hesitating for both her sake and for his, and draws her into his arms. It didn't matter that they were from two different worlds. She was his. She would always be his just as much as Harrison would always belong to her. Worlds didn't matter. Vampires and hunters - none of it mattered.

"Everything that is good and right in this world and any other," he promises, cheek resting in her hair. She is his light. She always will be.

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She panics for a moment when he first reaches out, breath catching in her throat, terrified and not trusting herself to be so close to him. Somehow he’s able to reach out to her, to open his arms and draw her to him, even knowing what she is now, what Eobard made her, and she doesn’t, she can’t... She’s absolutely terrified that she’ll hurt him, and that would kill her. It would absolutely destroy her.

But she lets him, she lets him draw her into his arms, into an embrace, tense and terrified to be so close. She trusts him implicitly, will always trust him. It’s herself she doesn’t trust. Can’t trust. Not yet. Maybe not ever. Her hands flutter awkwardly for a moment before one settles lightly on his hip. Her other arm curls gently around him. She’s trembling against him, his cheek warm against her hair and she slowly relaxes in his embrace, the soft broken sound she can’t quite choke back muffled against his shoulder. He’s home. No matter what world he’s from, he’s home. He always will be.

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He wouldn't fight her if she wanted to pull away. But this is Tess and he trusts her far more than he likely should. So Harry moves slowly. Patiently. Drawing Tess in slowly until he can fold her in his arms and it makes him ache with how much he wants this. With how much he wants her.

Absently he hums to her, some snippet of an old song he used to sing Jesse when she was a baby, on all those nights when he would sit in the worn rocking chair in her nursery and sing to her until she fell asleep.

Tess may be afraid of herself, of what she can do, but Harrison isn't. He trusts her and he holds her close, softly humming until her trembling subsides and she relaxes into his arms.

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She shouldn’t want this, shouldn’t want him, as much as she does. She knows it, is perfectly aware of it... and can no more change it than she can change what she is now. She wants him so much she aches, and it’s so much worse in his arms. Better, too, but worse. She hasn’t felt longing like this in a long time.

And he’s humming to her, such a touching, sweet gesture... which just undoes her completely. He is... so much more to her than she could have ever anticipated. If she wasn’t already completely and utterly in love with him she would be absolutely gone. But she already is, so she just... falls further.

She doesn’t know how long they stand there like that, in each other’s arms, she doesn’t want to move, doesn’t want to leave his embrace... but she does pull back just far enough to look at up at him. Shifting just a little, she reaches up to caress his face, her hand sliding gently along his jaw.