Barnabas and the young gentleman he was handing his coat to, looked up in alarm as they both heard a yelp of shock. Barnabas felt a tight grip of fear in his heart that something terrible had happened to his dear friend, which was swiftly dismayed by the irritated swearing that came from the other man’s study. Jonah’s servant moved to check on his master, but Barnabas patted the other on his shoulder.
“Do not worry yourself, I will check on him.” the other man nodded and moved to put his coat away while he made his way to Jonah’s study.
Jonathan Fanshawe has never given much thought to his future. There hasn’t been any reason to dwell on it too much; anything can happen any time, there is no point to plan anything; no one can predict what will come. Besides he usually has had much more important things to focus on! There have been so many things he wanted to figure out and discover. There has been his hubris telling him he will be able to. Of course he hasn’t had time to concern himself with his future.
That being said though he never imagined he would end up as a local doctor in small village in the middle of Switzerland. But well… anything did happen indeed.
It has been years since he cut any contact with Jonah Magnus. It has also been years since he left England and if he said he is not missing London he would be lying. But it isn’t that bad. His life now is much more… peaceful. Also more frugal. But that is fine. He can be actually helping people instead of chasing his own ambition. He can do some good for a change.
Rating: G (mostly by which I mean nothing overtly fucked up happens.) Fandom:The Magnus Archives Characters: Jonah Magnus, Barnabas Bennett (offscreen), Mordechai Lukas (offscreen) Ao3 Link: archiveofourown.org/works/32688826
“A man who is master of himself can end a sorrow as easily as he can invent a pleasure.” -Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray
A month after a hastily-penned letter from the missing-of-late
Barnabas Bennett appeared on his desk at the Institute’s Edinburgh
headquarters, Jonah Magnus prepares to respond.
There was a small stack of unopened letters on Jonah’s desk. A number of them contained stories of hauntings or mysterious happenings; most of them were assuredly false, though Jonah believed some might be true. But, sitting at the top of the stack—and had been sitting there for a month—was a letter from Barnabas Bennett.
At first, letters from him would come every day; Jonah would find them sitting on his desk where they had not been before. Then one a week. And now, none came. It’s been nearly a month since this last one arrived, and Jonah knew that no more would be coming after.