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hedgiwithapen · 8 months
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DHD: Rick + Solomon Grundy reunion
The apple tree sapling Rick had planted hadn't had blossoms when he'd gotten it, bought with Pat's money and driven out  into the woods cradled in the back seat of his car.  It had been too late in the season for that, so it wasn't a surprise that it hadn't born fruit. It was too fragile.  Now, it swayed as the ground beneath it trembled, one of Solomon Grundy's huge hands bursting free of the mast and soil he'd been buried in.  Rick dropped to his knees, scraping away the dirt.
It didn't take long, thanks more to Grundy's strength than his own. The sapling carefully preserved in the forgotten pile of dirt, Grundy clambered out of the grave. Rick's face broke into a smile.
Grundy extended a hand, slow and cautious. Rick ignored it, instead hugging the undead-giant. "I'm glad you're back," he said.
"Back," Grundy echoed, his words slow, like he was picking each one and examining it to be sure it was the right collection of sounds, savoring them. "Friend called.  Woke up." He tilted his head, eyes almost as blue as the clear sky above. "Friend danger?"
"No," Rick said. "It's fixed. Mostly. Everyone's...we fixed it."
"Why call?" The curiosity in Grundy's voice made Rick's smile falter, it was so achingly familiar. "No need."
"Yes, need," Rick said. "You're...you're my friend. It wasn't right, what they did to you. That you... that you died saving me."
"Saving friend." Grundy agreed. "Rick. Good friend. Put apple." His eyes drifted, Rick, to the scrawny tree, and back. 
"I...thought you'd like it," Rick said.
Grundy huffed a noise Rick knew was an agreement. "Apple. Good. Grows good." he looked at Rick again. "Good ground. Good sky. Good with friend."
"Yeah," Rick said, pulling an apple from his pocket. He'd meant to leave it as an offering. Grundy took it between two fingers, careful not to crush it. "Good sky. Good with friend."
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