An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
The elevator dinged, and Dad steered Henry inside. “How long until Chiyoh gets here?” Henry asked.
Dad shrugged and pushed the button for the top floor. “Can’t say for sure. We have the reservation for three days, but we can always extend it. She has even further to go than we did, and it’s just her out there. And we have no idea if she’s going to encounter…”
“Obstacles,” Dad corrected, brows furrowing. He sighed and leaned against the mirrored wall behind them. “His people, maybe, but not him. It’ll be a while before Jack’s out of the hospital.”
Henry thought about the fact that both of his hands are going to be in casts, how his usage of them will never be the same, and couldn’t help but smile a little. While he shouldn’t be glad for it, knowing that the agent would never forget Henry, would have no choice but to remember him every day of his life, filled Henry with a dark sense of satisfaction.
I ended up going to sleep before getting a post up, but the final chapter of Between Wind and Water has been posted! Thank you to everyone who’s been reading and continuing to follow Henry’s adventures. :D
Massive thank you to @hannigram-blog-by-prosebyrose who made the cover image for the fic, because she’s awesome. Also huge thanks to my other betas @anonymousedward & @winedrunkwitch ❤️❤️❤️