AN ~ some Fitz & Daisy Post-Framework hurt/comfort, with a happy ending, because I need more of this in my life. title from song of the same name by Lady Antebellum.
Rated low T, for some mentions of violence & Framework occurrences.
down the road, the sun is shining
Fitz slammed the screwdriver down on the bench and forced his hand to let go of it, raking his fingers through his hair instead and pulling until the pressure stabilised him. He let out a deep breath, and then another, and opened his eyes again with his hand still in his hair. He stared at the screwdriver sitting before him, taunting him, and he felt another wave of rage and hopelessness as the sight of it swept him even further back, past the Framework, into another pit of despair. A pit he’d climbed out of that time, at least.
“You did it before,” he whispered, clinging to that flicker of hope. “Just do it again.”
Fitz jumped so aggressively he nearly knocked over his own stool, scrabbling for the screwdriver in an instant. He wondered if it was Madame’s face he’d see behind him, and if he’d have the guts to put the screwdriver through her eye.
But it was Daisy.