TID:AU Headcannons

Fixing Books

Will Herondale:

"Gwylim, mae angen i chi atgyweiria hon."
(William, you need to fix this) [sorry if that was butchered. I used google translate]

I wake up sitting up. I let out a helpless whimper at the memory of Ella's worried melodious voice echoing in my head. She had caught me with one of our father's books. The pages fell out of this binding and it was my fault. She was worried both of us would get into trouble. I tried to do my best to put it back together but it only lasted a short time.

That was when I vowed should that happen to any of my father's books ever again, I'd be able to fix it permanently and Ella would never have to worry again.

I had learned how to but I was never able to put it to use for my sister.

I sit on the edge of my bed and my feet barely reach the ground. I reach a hand up and wipe the cold sweat off my forehead along my hairline.

I gracefully slide off the bed and start pacing around my room trying to calm myself after that stupid dream. Why did it always have to haunt me when I was happiest?

Not able to answer the question, I sigh and walk to my door. I take a deep breath before turning the knob and opening the door before leaving the room and gently shutting the door behind me.

My bare feet slap the stone floors quietly yet the sound still echoed around the empty halls softly. I make my way slowly and surely to the library.

When I get there I wander around the aisles until I get bored and stop. My tired eyes scan over the rows of books in front of my and I gently grab one that looks very fragile from over-reading. I carry it carefully to a table in the front of the library.

I lie it down and open it causing several pages to fly out. "Perfect," I whisper to myself. I pick up the papers that that came out and set them beside the book.

I turn and go to a shelf lining the wall next to the table and grab a few tools off of it that I need for the back. I carry them back to the table and spread everything across the table in front of me and close to the book.

I examine the spine to see if an other pages were lose and some were. I bittersweet smile comes to my face as I get to work. "For you, Ella," I whisper.

When I finish, I find myself exhausted and sobbing softly. Tears that I couldn't seem to control kept streaming down my face. I feel a hand lightly place itself onto my shoulder causing me to jump in the chair from fear.

"Will?" a small voice says from behind. I release a small sigh thankful it was not someone else that found me and stand up.

I turn to face the girl behind me. "Leen, what are you doing here?" I ask and wipe the tears from my eyes angrily.

"Making sure that you are okay," she says searching my face worriedly.

Instead of saying anything, I just hug her and breath, "Thank you."

Thankfully she does not press me, instead she says, "You are welcome." And hugs me back holding me as I sob into her shoulder. Her small hand runs lightly up and down my back.

I pull away from her and give her a small smile before turning back to the table and picking up the back lightly rubbing the spine.

I sigh and walk away from Kathleen and go back to the shelf I found the book. Who knew that A Tale of Two Cities could bring so much pain?

A/N: this might end up being actual cannon. I haven't decided yet.