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Filll: Grindelwald Rescue (Credence/Graves if you squint) 2/2
(Anonymous) 2017-04-08 09:25 pm (UTC)(link)Graves couldn't tell how long it was before he saw either of his captors again. There was no window in the basement cell where he was being kept, and Grindelwald seemed intent on starving him. However, his lack of visits seemed to indicate that he was busy ruining Graves’ reputation.
He slept when he felt tired and struggled to stay awake when he didn't. When he was awake, he'd try to keep his mind occupied: making up riddles, revisiting happy memories from school, trying to remember the plot to a novel he’d read a number of years ago. Grindelwald may be trying to break him, but Graves had to keep his mind and form an escape plan.
He'd lost track of how many times he'd fallen asleep with no way to mark the cycles, but it had to be upwards of five by the time he woke up to quiet sobbing.
He'd hardly even noticed it at first, thinking it was a bird or something that had found its way into the basement, but no. It was a human sound, coming from a corner of the room Graves couldn't see. There was also a very concerning smell of blood in the still air.
He quietly prayed that it wasn't one of his coworkers that had figured out Grindelwald’s disguise before calling out “Hello?”
The sobbing stilled before a quiet response “I… I didn't think you’d be awake before he came back.”
Credence. Why was he here? And why was he crying? “Could you come over here? I… can't really see you. Are you hurt?”
“I'm fine,” he muttered, his voice more quiet and meek than it usually was.
“No you're not. I can smell that you're bleeding. I can help.”
Credence crouched down and entered Graves’ field of view and his heart nearly stopped.
The young man’s face was covered in blood. His nose was twisted beyond belief and there were a few dark bruises on his chin and over his eye. The rest of his body was obscured from Graves, but he wasn’t sure how well it was faring.
Graves just stared at him, slack-jawed and wide-eyed. If he’d been able to move, he would have healed the man’s injuries in a heartbeat.
“...Credence…” he muttered, barely audible. “Who did this to you?”
“I was supposed to rough you up while he was gone. He came back and saw you were okay and…” Credence brushed against his heavily contorted nose. “He wasn’t happy about that.”
Graves’ immediate response was to try and reach his hand out to heal him. When that didn’t work, he looked Credence in the eyes. “I want to help you, but I can’t heal you with the spell Grindelwald put on me. If you can just undo the bind, I can probably…”
Credence wiped his nose on his sleeve, smearing the fresh blood across his face. “Why would you do that?”
“You did all this to protect me. Returning the favour is the least I can do.”
The young man locked eyes with him and pulled a wand from his jacket pocket and flicked it.
It was as if Graves’ limbs were turning from stone to flesh. His movements were small at first: wiggling his fingers, then transitioning to larger things. Soon, he was able to sit up (albeit a bit awkwardly, as the ropes still limited his movement) and slip one of his hands out of the ropes. He looked at Credence. “Did he only hurt your face?”
The young wizard nodded. “Yes, he.. Usually doesn’t hit me anywhere else.”
So this was a recurring thing. Why on Earth did Credence stay here?
Graves laid a hand on Credence’s face. “Stay still, this might sting a bit.” He thought Episkey and watched as the man’s bruises faded, transitioning from an angry red to purple, green, and yellow, until finally they were completely gone. Credence’s nose righted itself, then slowly stopped bleeding. In a matter of seconds, his face was intact.
The young man’s hands flew up to his nose, as if to check that it was still there. He looked down, seeing that his hand hadn’t come back bloody. “Thank you. Thank you so much, I don’t--”
Credence’s words were cut short by the sound of footsteps heading down the basement stairs. His entire body tensed.
“It’s him, isn’t it?” Graves muttered, his voice barely above a whisper.
Credence nodded. “I don’t know how to do that spell. Put your hand back through the ropes and pretend you’re asleep.”
Not having time to question the plan, Graves did as Credence asked. As he was wondering how the man would explain his suddenly healed face, the door burst open.
Graves had his back to the entrance, but he didn’t have to look to know Grindelwald was there.
“Credence, have you learned your lesson about disobeying me?” his voice (Graves’ voice) was sickly sweet as he walked towards Credence, his footsteps echoing through the basement cell. There was a pause before he spoke again. “What have you done?”
“I… I’m sorry sir. I.. don’t know what happened. One moment I was bleeding and the next my face healed itself.”
“Did he help?” This was punctuated by a kick to Percival’s back. It took just about every shred of self-control Graves had not to yelp.
“No, he’s… been asleep. I’ve been messing with his schedule like you said.” He heard Credence’s breath hitch. “You know how erratic my magic is. I… think it just wanted to help--”
“Well, you’ll never learn your lesson like that, will you?” The condescending tone in Graves’ own voice made him sick to his stomach.
“No, sir.”
“If you ever pull something like that again, you’ll be punished, do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good. Now come on, I’ve put breakfast out for us.”
As soon as Graves heard both sets of footsteps scale the stairs, he let out an agitated snort.
Fuck using Credence. Every exchange between him and Grindelwald made Graves want to destroy the dark wizard more and more, especially now that he was hearing those words come out of his own mouth.
He was escaping this Godforsaken cell, and he was taking Credence with him.
•••
It felt like only a few hours before Credence returned, this time bringing a tray of food with him.
It smelled great and made Graves’ stomach rumble as he realised how long it had been since anyone had fed him.
“He went back into the city,” Credence explained, stirring the soup. “You could leave now, if you wanted to.”
Graves shook his head. “Not without you. I'm not leaving you here.”
“I can’t… I can’t ask you to do that,” Credence muttered.
“You're not. I want to get you out of here,” Graves explained. “You've helped me three times now, maybe more that I don't even know about. I can’t just you with someone like that.”
Credence pulled his knees up to his chest and muttered something inaudible into them, before starting to sob.
Graves waved his free hand over his bonds. The ropes began to loosen before falling away completely. He took a few steps towards Credence. “What did you say?” he asked gently. He'd never been the best at comforting people, but there was no Goldstein around to flaunt that particular talent, so he would have to do.
“I deserve it!” Credence repeated, looking up at Graves now. “I didn't even know I had magic until I met Gellert, and I can't control it. And even when I can… I’ve never done anything good. I can't heal like you can or… or do anything other than destroy.” He wiped his eyes with one of his sleeves. “The only good thing I've ever done is free you, but I'm the one who put that bind on you in the first place!”
Graves had never known a wizard dark enough to only perform destructive spells. In untrained wizards magic could be unpredictable, but never evil. “Credence, did Gellert… ever teach you any spells?”
The young wizard blinked. “No… it was all just… acting on its own.”
Graves chuckled. “Credence, you're still untrained. Of course your magic is going to lash out when you're afraid or upset. You've never learned how to control it.” He put a hand on the man’s shoulder. “No one is born bad, Credence. Even Grindelwald had a choice.”
Credence just stared at him, as if unable to even form words.
“Your actions speak louder than your magic. You're a good man Credence, I've known since the moment I saw you. You don't deserve to live like this and if anyone claims otherwise, you let me deal with it.”
Credence slumped forward, wrapping his arms around Graves’ shoulders.
“Can I bring you back to MACUSA with me? They're probably going to arrest Grindelwald and I don't want to leave you here alone.” Graves explained.
He felt Credence nod against his shoulder.
“You can live with me for a while if you need to. I have a big apartment, I don't mind.”
“Thank you,” he muttered, his voice barely more than a whisper.
“It's the least I could do after all you've done to help me.” Graves pulled Credence closer. “Alright, I'm going to apparate us back to my office. It might feel a bit weird. Are you ready?”
Credence made a soft noise that Graves took as a “yes”. He held the younger man closer to him and focused as hard as he could on his office.
Suddenly, he felt his body twist and morph, the feeling familiar enough until he felt a horrible, sharp pain in his left shoulder.
Once he and Credence had reformed in his office, Graves let Credence go.
The young man looked mortified. “M-Mister Graves, your arm!”
Percival looked over at his arm, momentarily thankful that it was even there at all. He had no idea where the house was, and he was just thankful it hadn't been worse. Instead, there was a massive, spiral shaped chunk taken out of his shoulder.
He put a hand on Credence’s shoulder. “It's fine, this happens sometimes. I'll be alright.” He looked over his shoulder, checking for Grindelwald. When he realised that he and Credence were the only two in the room, he looked back towards Credence. “Look, I'm going to go get some help. You stay here for now and I'll come back for you, alright?”
Credence nodded. “Thank you.”
Graves smiled at him. His arm hurt like a bitch, but he didn't want Credence to think he’d caused him any pain. “Don't worry about it. My job is to help people.”
He opened the door and shut it softly behind him before tearing down the hall looking for someone, anyone, who could help him.
After turning two corners, he’d nearly plowed into Auror Goldstein.
He had never been so thankful to see one of his coworkers in his entire life.
He gripped her shoulder with his good arm. “Oh my god, Tina! You have no idea how good it is to see you!”
“Not that I'm not…” Tina took Graves’ hand off of her like it was covered in slime. “...uh, thrilled by your enthusiasm, Director, didn't you just finish firing me a minute ago? And why do you look like you just crawled out of a hole?”
It was then that Graves realised exactly what he looked like. He was still wearing his pyjamas from the night he was kidnapped, he was wearing what must have been at least five days worth of unshaven stubble, and his splinch was still dripping blood.
“Look, I was kidnapped by Gellert Grindelwald. He transfigured himself into me and left me tied up in a basement at some old house upstate--”
“You apparated from upstate!? Are you crazy!? You should be thankful you didn't lose your whole arm!”
“That's not important right now! He had this… psychological hold on a young, untrained wizard who helped rescue me, and now he's planning to destroy MACUSA from the inside! You have to help me get my wand back from him!”
“I… knew something wasn't right with him.” Tina nodded. “I’ll help you.”
“Bring me to him.”
Tina grabbed Graves’ good arm and dragged him down a nearby hallway and into a boardroom.
The imposter Graves was in the middle of giving a speech when Tina rushed in and disarmed him with an expelliarmus.
President Picquery stood up. “Miss Goldstein, what are you doing!?”
“Madame President, that isn't Percival Graves!”
Percival snuck around Tina as she cast revelio, transforming the false Graves back into Gellert Grindelwald.
In the chaos, Graves was able to dive for his wand. He got back on his feet and flicked his wand at the imposter. “Incarcerous!”
Ropes flew from his wand and wrapped around Grindelwald’s body.
The man laughed darkly. “Good show, Percy, good show. Look at you, getting to be the hero even after--”
Graves punched him in the nose. “Shut up! Just, shut up! Nobody cares, Gellert!”
President Picquery stood up, as a small group of Aurors went to put Grindelwald into custody. “Director Graves, what's happened here?”
He explained everything: how Gellert got the jump on him, the hold he had on Credence and how he’d helped Graves escape.
When he was done, Picquery just nodded solemnly. “I'm just glad we were able to stop him before he did any irreversible damage.”
•••
As the rest of MACUSA set out on cleaning up Grindelwald’s messes, Graves was sent home with a bandaged arm and ordered to take a week’s rest.
Ordinarily, he’d complain, but there were other things he had to attend to.
His house was a wreck. Grindelwald had torn through the whole thing like a man possessed. Books and clothes were strewn about the floor and a myriad of files were spread on every flat surface of the apartment.
Graves sighed. “My work is never over, is it?” He gently nudged Credence. “Come on, I'll teach you some spells, and you can help me out.”
Credence fingered his wand nervously. “I… I'm not sure how helpful I'd be…”
Graves smiled. “We’ve got a whole week. I wouldn't worry about it.”
He saw Credence smile for the first time and take Grindelwald's ring off his finger. He walked up towards Graves and wrapped his arms around the other man’s shoulders. “Thank you.”
Re: Filll: Grindelwald Rescue (Credence/Graves if you squint) 2/2
(Anonymous) 2017-04-09 12:06 am (UTC)(link)Re: Filll: Grindelwald Rescue (Credence/Graves if you squint) 2/2
(Anonymous) 2017-04-09 01:14 am (UTC)(link)