Title: End of the Line
Characters: Murphy, Harry
Spoilers: None.
Rating: G
Word Count: 450
Summary: Just another day in the life of our favourite cop and wizard. You know, with imminent death lurking nearby. A dialogue.
Author’s Note: Done ages ago for the sixth prompt at dresdenflashfic and I kept forgetting to post it. The prompt was ‘bound’. All dialogue, I’ve tried to make it clear who’s saying what.




“Do you have to have your hands right on my ass?”
“Yes.”
“You know, before I met you, Dresden, this sort of thing never happened to me.”
“Nobody ever groped your ass?”
“That’s not what I meant!”
“Well, just think of the stories you’ll be able to tell your grandchildren. I am a walking culturally enriching experience.”
“How is this culturally enriching?”
“I dunno...we sort of have a nice view of the city...”
“I’m facing the opposite way to you and it’s starting to get dark. All I can see is concrete and grafitti.”
“Well, then I’m exposing you to the famous artists of tomorrow.”
“I can’t believe this.”
“I know.”
“It’s just so cliché.”
“Yep.”
“Someone will notice us, right? I mean, we’re tied to the freakin’ railroad tracks. Someone will notice us.”
“I’m sure a mountie will come by to rescue us any second now, Murph.”
“I don’t think there are any mounties in Chicago, Dresden.”
“True. ... Do you know what time it is?”
“No, my watch is behind my back with the rest of my arm, Harry.”
“Right. Any idea of the train schedule?”
“Yeah, sometimes I just go to the station and stare the boards, dreaming of all the trains I could take to get away from you.”
“There’s no need to be hostile, Murphy.”
“I am tied to railroad tracks with you, Dresden. I am beyond hostile.”
“Hey, it could be worse. You could be tied to...I dunno, your ex-husband?”
“I wouldn’t mind letting him get hit by a train.”
“See, I am perfectly good company for this type of situation.”
“Don’t press your luck.”
“Roger.”
“C’mon, Harry, aren’t you named after Houdini? He got out of chains underwater and you can’t get us out of some ropes.”
“I’m working on it.”
“Can’t you just do that thing you do with the handcuffs?”
“These are ropes. Entirely different.”
“Of course.”
“And there are a lot of them.”
“I noticed that.”
“And I’m losing feeling in my fingers.”
“Me too.”
“So, I’m working on it.”
“Fine. ...Was that a train whistle?”
“Would it help if I said no?”
“No.”
“Well, then, yes, I think it was.”
“Great.”
“Can you move your hands a bit this wa-”
“Ow! I don’t bend like that, Dresden!”
“Sorry. Though, you might wanna start, if you want to get out of here before Thomas the tank engine arrives.”
“You’re going to dislocate my shoulder!”
“You’re going to be flattened like a pancake! Perspective, Murphy!” “Dislocate your own damn shoulder!”
“Fine!”
“...I wasn’t serious.”
“I know.”
“The train is coming.”
“I know.”
“It’s coming very fast.”
“Yep, know that too.”
“Dresden...”
“One second.”
“Dresden...”
“Hold on.”
“Dresden!”
“Got it!”
“Fine.”
“No, I mean I got it undone. Move!”
“Oh! Right.”
. . .

“Murphy?”
“Yeah, Dresden?”
“You okay?”
“I think so.”
“Good.”
“You could get off of me now.”
“Oh, right. Sorry.”
“Thank you.”
“No problem.”
“I guess I better call in and report this.”
“Yep.”
“...You said he can’t move at night, right?”
“Right.”
“So it can wait for a bit.”
“Probably.”
“Wanna get a beer?”
“That’d be good.”
“We could take the El.”
“That’s not even funny, Murphy.”