Lasts Forever

Lasts Forever

A Valiant Fanfiction

Oneshot

Author: BeautifulMonstrosity

WARNINGS: Slight language

Implied, one-sided femslash

Disclaimer: I am not Holly Black. If I was, I would not be on this website writing parodies. She owns all characters mentioned. She owns everything. As a matter of fact, if you go to page 202 in Valiant, you'll see where I got this. Ruth's last bit of dialogue is Ms. Black's as well.

A/N: I love reviews. I even love mean reviews, as long as you point out things that could make it better instead of saying "omg u suck this sucks u need 2 die". Seriously. At least give me some constructive criticism. I ADORE criticism. But I really do enjoy nice reviews, too.

And finally, the story.


The dull rumble of the city was always there. A heartbeat, made up of cars and shouts and everything that was New York. The constant throbbing beat sunk into the abandoned station, where Ruth leaned against the concrete. One hand messed with a purple braid, while the two fingers of the other tapped anxiously against her leg, an accompaniment to her mental chant of: Val, Val, Val, Val. Ruth's chest ached every time she fretted about her friend. God, she'd been a bitch. She should have told Val about Tom – so many times, so many times. But she hadn't, and she was scared out of her mind that she wasn't forgiven. Val, Val, Val, Val.

Then a glimpse of blue hair, and the girl who had answered Val's phone, bring Ruth here, and had introduced herself as Lollipop – Lolli – was stepping forward, hands on her hips in a way that reminded Ruth of Val when she was angry.

"You love her."

"What?" Ruth wondered how long Lolli had been talking.

"Val. You're in love with her, aren't you?"

"No. She's like, my best friend! I know her too well to ever like her like that."

Lolli smirked. "Oh, I'm sure."

Ruth rose to the bait, pushing off the concrete wall, eyes sparking. "Fuck you. You don't know anything. About me, about Val, about –"

And then she was there. Ruth's face lit up, running forward.

Val, Val, Val, Val.

She looked awful. Sick and tired and strung out on god-knows-what. Ruth thought Val was the most wonderful person she'd seen in ages.

"Val?" She started to reach out to her, to do anything, but pulled back. "Wow. Your hair. You should have told me you were going to cut it off. I would have helped you."

And Val smiled. A weak, half-smile, but it was passable. Ruth felt her heart thaw out, slowly start beating again, matching the pulse of the city.

The beat went: Val, Val, Val, Val.

Later Ruth would find out about Ravus. Val's faerie boy. But it didn't matter. It didn't even matter that Val would never understand. Nothing mattered, except having found her.

Because, really, love was so much better when it didn't hurt you.

Wasn't it?


A/N: Wow. This story makes me really depressed, just because it's pretty autobiographical. But seriously. Why are there no Ruth-centric fanfics? Aren't there other people who like her? Anyone?

Nobody's seen this…there's probably a few errors. Forgive them…and let me know how the story is. I'll respond nicely to every single reviewer, cause you guys rock. Thank you, readers!

-BM