A/N: Well guys this time tomorrow I will have been through the annual family christmas bash... yuck! Anyway, I own nothing at all, no rights and such, and I'm ot making any money. This is number 11 of my christmas Fics... almost finished...
I believe that a man is converted when first he hears the low, vast murmur of life, of human life, troubling his hitherto unconscious self.
He'd known since the first time the kid walked onto his team that he'd be trouble.
He wasn't quite sure how, certainly not in the normal ways. The kid talked down into his chest, watched his feet as he walked. Actually in truth Sergeant Ryan Peters wasn't sure how he'd made it through training and all the way to his team.
John Grimm was timid, quiet… so different from the usual bravado that the new recruits showed, desperate to just slide into the team, unnoticed. That John doesn't should tip him off.
It's in the field that the kid truly comes into his own. He can handle any weapon thrown at him, moves naturally with it, like the metals just another few inches of limb. Sarge has never seen anything quiet like it and he sure as hell isn't surprised that by the time they've made it home from the mission that John Grimm's names morphed to 'The Grim Reaper'. Over the next few days it's slowly cut down to just 'Reaper'. He not sure whether the other appreciates it or not, isn't sure about so many things concerning his new subordinate… Certainly can't pin down where this weary feeling comes from, since Reaper is almost the perfect soldier.
He watches the other closely, considers the feeling from every possible angle… Annoyed because the answer is right at the corner of his head… almost realized, but not quite.
When it finally solidifies inside his head it's a weighty realization… It hits him like a brick and he doesn't know why the sight of the other showering should cause it to suddenly dawn on him, because he's seen the hard body naked plenty. But it does… and so quickly, he wishes for ignorance again…