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Title: Not My Type
Author: Christy
Rating: FR 18
Fandom/Theme: Buffy/Anita Blake
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters featured here. They belong to their respective creators and production companies.
Distribution: NeverNormal.com and TtH
Series: FFA Madness #1; A Bigger World #4
Spoilers: None
FFA Pairing: Dawn/Anita
Summary: Anita Blake gets a little more than she bargained for when she meets Marshal Dawn Summers
Author's Note: This series is because I wanted to branch my muse out from just writing Alissa and/or Castle and so I scoured the FFA list for ones I liked and hadn't been done yet. I think I ended up with a list of about 28 pairings I'll be ending up doing, though I have three written that when I post them here will be linked to the FFA pairings...all else will go here...enjoy :D

Anita had thought that the new Marshal might be a good sight better than her last partner, but since the other two Marshals on this job were Olaf and Edward, she wasn't so sure. Marshal Summers was 5'10”, a little bit taller than Edward and most definitely taller than her, but she seemed harder than both of them somehow. So, once the women were both alone while the boys scouted out the perimeter, she turned to the younger woman, keeping an eye on the house for escaping vamps, though the Marks she shared with Jean Claude should help in that regard. “How are you able to handle all of this? I mean, I know how things were for me, my necromancy and connections to the dead, but, hell, you didn't seem old enough to drink until I saw you drink that Bringer vampire under the table last month,” she commented as they checked both personal arsenals in preparation for Edward's signal. Anita had her sword as long as her forearm already strapped to her back, knives in both wrist sheathes, her Browning HR in the shoulder holster, her Ruger LCR .38 in the rear pants holster and another couple throwing knives in the sheathes in her boots, courtesy of Godofredo. From what she could see on Dawn, there were sais on both sides of her belt, two 1991 A-1 .45s in her double shoulder holster, a Mossberg 500 rifle slung across her back, not to mention the large katana strapped to her own back that she'd told Anita during an earlier mission her friend Mac had given it to her.
Glancing up from loading her extra clips into their spots of easier access, Dawn slid her piercing gaze towards the Executioner. “Simple- I grew up in Sunnydale,” she told her then stood up and headed towards the firefight that the boys had apparently started without them.

*****

Anita and Edward had been comparing notes about the kiss of vampires they'd just finished off when they heard commotion coming from the other side of the house. They both came at a run, only to find Dawn sighting down her body at Olaf, whose hands, Anita noted, were covered in blood, since at least Anita and Edward knew he preferred a more hands on approach for getting rid of vampires. Apparently Summers hadn't known and really didn't like it. She went to say something to Dawn but soon realized all the other woman's attention was on Olaf at the moment.
“Look here, big guy- I've ignored the grumbles and gripes about having to work with a female, cuz I know Blake is more a part of the boys club than my sister could ever attempt to be,” Dawn commented. Olaf smirked as he stared at her, but smart enough to neither move closer or go for one of his weapons.
“Slayers...such a yummy treat,” he murmured, which caused Dawn's gun to ratchet a little higher then steady.
“You FUCKING bastard! You're the one the Initiative used to try and break some of the minis!” she screamed, but her gun held steady.
“Mmm, yes, the Keyed little sister..I was hoping to have an opportunity to meet you,” Olaf commented, which had Anita knitting her brow in confusion and glancing over at Edward, who merely shook his head and shrugged.
Glancing to the side at the other two Marshals, Dawn said “Sorry to have to do this, but there's already an international warrant out on this fucker under his real name, so not even the State Department can override it. Problem is, it's one of those Execute With Due Prejudice kind, cuz this was one of those spearheaded by the Queen herself. I didn't mean to get you two involved, but I don't know if I've have taken this assignment if I'd known who I'd have to be working with.”
Edward was the one who glanced between the two combatants and asked what was on their minds. “What did he do?”
“He helped the now disbanded Initiative, a government group within the US military, kidnap, torture, and experiment on some of the younger activated Slayers. Once the military docs were done with them, they'd give the ones Heinrich here liked best to him to play with and merely disposed of the rest,” Dawn explained, her hands still steady on her gun, though her throat and eyes burned.
That's why the lack of information on Olaf here in the States! Anita thought, then turned to Edward, the horror quickly turning to rage. “You knew,” she stated.
Edward put his hands up in surrender as Anita's Browning was quickly pointed at his head. “I knew he had sealed records, courtesy of the State Department, but not exactly why. I've met a few of the Slayers and if I'd known...” he started.
“You would have still done nothing,” Olaf commented to Edward slowly. “You are as much a killer as I have been, and you cannot say you feel guilty about a couple of girls who are outlawed from doing what they think is their duty now anyway,” he said with a self-justified smile, even though Dawn had managed to switch from the handgun to the Mossberg while he'd talked. His smile dimmed a little when Edward began to grin, however. This was not his nice Ted, hale fellow well meet smile; this was Death's smile right before he cut you off at the knees.
“For once, Olaf, you're wrong. I thought Ted needed someone like Donna and, while I miss her and her kids, Faith gets me better than almost anyone, outside of Anita. So no, I wouldn't have stood by. I will now, though, since I know this particular order from the Queen means only those with permission from the Watcher's Council can carry out the warrant.”
Dawn smirked as she muttered a few words in Latin under her breath then began firing away with the rifle. Anita had thought it was an odd choice of weapons to use to execute someone, but then again, that hadn't thought they'd need to bring any of the semi-autos. Then she noticed that Olaf wasn't really moving. Granted, he was struggling to do so, but it was like he was in quicksand. She and Edward merely stood there and watched as Dawn literally cut him down to size. Once he was dead, she knelt down, gasping for breath, but that soon turned into tears and then progressed from there into gut wrenching sobs. Taking a deep breath after the storm of emotions had passed, Dawn stood back up, pointed at the body and simply said Incindiere. Olaf's body burst into flames as Dawn headed towards them.
Looking at Edward, she said “Now I know why Faith says she loves Death between the sheets,” she commented with a slight grin, before turning and hugging Anita. “Thank you for understanding. Call me when the brass wants to hear my side of the story." She then headed back to her car, grabbing the rest of her gear along the way.
Anita watched her go, then looked at Edward. “Faith? As in the only current Slayer to make Marshal? You're fucking her?”
“Not that it's any of your business, but we do a lot more than fucking together,” was his smirked reply.

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Title: Help Is Always Welcome
Author: Christy
Rating: FR 15
Fandom/Theme: Buffy/Labyrinth
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters featured here. They belong to their respective creators and production companies.
Distribution: NeverNormal.com and TtH
Series: FFA Madness #2; Wish Hard Enough #6
FFA Pairing: Willow/Jareth
Spoilers: None
Summary: Willow talks to Jareth in the aftermath of the End of Days fight
Author's Note: This series is because I wanted to branch my muse out from just writing Alissa and/or Castle and so I scoured the FFA list for ones I liked and hadn't been done yet. I think I ended up with a list of about 28 pairings I'll be ending up doing, though I have three written that when I post them here will be linked to the FFA pairings...all else will go here...enjoy :D

 

Willow had seen a lot over the years since she'd first met Buffy, fluffy sweaters and all. But when Faith had turned up right before the Scooby contingent headed to go help Angel fight the Senior Partners, the redhead hadn't paid much attention to the blonde haired man with her, other than acknowledging that having another person adept at magic would be a big help. It was only afterward, when they'd gone to the Hyperion for triage and recovery that she had the time to realize who Faith's friend truly was. She was currently wandering over to where Jareth was helping Wesley with one of the minis. Contrary to the perception of him that she'd built up from having read his book a million times as a child, the Goblin King didn't seem to have a problem helping out where he was needed. He glanced up at her and smiled as he stood up and walked over to a sink to clean up.
“Miss Willow, what can I do for you?”
She smiled as he sat down next to her on a bench by the balcony overlooking the ground floor. “Faith never told me how you two met, Your Majesty,” she said casually as they both watched the recovering chaos below them. She felt him smirk and then a shiver of magic and she glanced over to see him clad much as the drawings portrayed him in the book. He juggled two crystals in his hands, the poet's blouse and leggings looking intriguing, but the pendant that was a statement of his kingship, that was impressive.
“Do you love her? Cuz I so want to give you the 'if you hurt her, I'll hit you with a shovel and then bury you with it' speech, but what with you being the Goblin King and having more magic in your body than I could grab in my lifetime, it kinda loses its sting, ya know?” she babbled, glancing over at him as he grinned.
“Little Tree, I would never hurt her and I am truly glad you could repair your animosity to her enough to consider her friend enough to want her to be happy. And, you can believe that I truly want my future Queen to be as happy as I can possibly make her.”
Willow brightened visibly and bounced up and down minutely on the bench. “Oh goody...so much better that way.”

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Title: Suspicions Help
Author: Christy
Rating: FR 15
Fandom/Theme: Angel/White Collar
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters featured here. They belong to their respective creators and production companies.
Distribution: NeverNormal.com and TtH
Series: FFA Madness #3; As Time Goes By #?
FFA Pairing: Connor/Mozzie
Spoilers: After Neal gets back to New York for “White Collar”
Summary: Connor and Angel reconnect with some informants in New York
Author's Note: This series is because I wanted to branch my muse out from just writing Alissa and/or Castle and so I scoured the FFA list for ones I liked and hadn't been done yet. I think I ended up with a list of about 28 pairings I'll be ending up doing, though I have three written that when I post them here will be linked to the FFA pairings...all else will go here...enjoy :D

Mozzie had insisted on meeting them at his friend Neal's place, having told father and son that he'd “already swept for bugs and trusted the Suit to be kind enough not to put any new ones in”, whatever that meant. But, in the aftermath of the main End of Days fight, Angel was scrambling for whatever connections they could find to help in the continuing battle against the Senior Partners. To that end, Alissa had pointed them to a couple of men she'd called “gentlemen thieves” as help when branching out into the New York area. After sharing lunch with Alissa's Watcher Mac Taylor and catching him up on what supernatural chaos had happened since they'd last spoken, Angel and Connor headed over to the East Side and the brownstone one Neal Caffery was currently residing in. From what research Alissa had done on both men from the one time Neal and Mozzie had tried to relieve her of her favorite Degas (and failed), Angel knew that Neal had his own brand of moral compass, as did Mozzie, though his ran more towards conspiracy theories than not. This also had a way of making him more usable in certain areas, because most demon sects and magic practitioners were unlikely to take someone seriously who had such outlandish theories on life, or with the mundanes when he would ramble on about vampires, demons and magic.
Angel knocked on the door, to have it opened by a balding, bespectacled man who merely waved them inside. “Many years of working with people like your ex-girlfriend's Scooby Gang has stifled the urge in me to ever say 'Enter' to anyone I do not personally know to have a pulse or have seen in daylight,” Mozzie commented as he handed the two men half filled wine glasses. “I assume from what our mutual friend told us that your son is old enough to imbibe and if not, he looks close enough to pass for it.”
Connor grinned as he and Angel followed Mozzie out onto the terrace where Neal was already waiting. “In any realm, I'm definitely old enough,” he assured them, a grin evident in his voice.
Neal smiled good-naturedly as he glanced from father to son. “So, Mozzie told me we know you through our friend Alissa,” he commented as Mozzie muttered “Singular individual” under his breath.
Connor had met Alissa a few times- hell, he'd arranged to meet her for drinks after they were done here- but even the Destroyer had sensed something OFF, or maybe different was a better word, about her. I mean, I met Duncan that one time when he came to Dad about his investment, but his Quickening felt WAY different than hers, he thought then brought his head up when he heard Angel mentioning how his friendship with Alissa was a long standing relationship of many years.
“I find it hard to believe that she would be willing enough to be friends with a vampire. She was a Watcher long ago, after all,” Mozzie commented from his seat in the sun.
Connor raised a brow at that statement. “Important knowledge, but highly incomplete, since my father has been both resouled- three times, with two of them having been done by Willow the Red, as she is sometimes known, and been given Shanshu. This prophecy, which was all about rewarding him for his hard work at atoning for his sins as Angelus, means he is now an immortal human, much like my stepmother,” he cautioned the older man. “So, no, Miss MacKenzie knew who she was friends with and recommended both of us to the other party with that knowledge fully in mind.”
Neal smirked, having much experience calming Mozzie's many conspiracy theories. “Yes, I know what Moz told me; this idea is up there with his Sons of the Revolution still being around bit,” he commented, though his smile diminished at Angel's smirk.
“Sadly, that theory of Mozzie's is as true as me being a former vampire. If I was still a vampire, I would vamp out to prove it, but I much prefer being human again,” Angel told him with a shrug.
Connor's grin widened. “We could always take Neal on a patrol- I know Alissa wouldn't mind helping out either.”
“Oh no! I am not having Neal ANYWHERE near the supernatural contingent yet. He doesn't have anywhere near enough training!” Mozzie interjected in hurriedly.
Connor laughed. “No, we know you want to keep your best friend safe. We were mainly here to see what, if any, help you could give our network of people that we're reestablishing for when supernatural things happen or noises are made that they're about to.”

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Title: Services Rendered
Author: Christy
Rating: FR 15
Fandom/Theme: Angel/Harry Potter
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters featured here. They belong to their respective creators and production companies.
Distribution: NeverNormal.com and TtH
Series: FFA Madness #4
FFA Pairing: Lilah Morgan/Lucius Malfoy
Spoilers: None
Summary: Wolfram and Hart send Lilah Morgan to collect on a contract in England
Author's Note: I have no idea where this twisted idea came, but I thought it worked...whatcha think?

She sat on the other side of his desk, coolly sipping a vintage chardonnay that he was trying to finish off before the Aurors came in the next few days to tally everything up for the imminent auction.
“Miss Morgan,” Lucius commented rather deliberately, “My contract with your company was such that I thought it was understood that you would preserve the Malfoy manor and name from me being a suspected Death Eater. And yet, this auction ordered by the Ministry to which the proceeds go towards recovery efforts continues!”
Lilah smirked ferally as she set her wineglass down and pulled the copy of his contract that she'd brought with her out of her folio and handed it to him, while she merely glanced down at the notes she'd made for reference material. “This is a copy for you to refer to while I explain why Wolfram and Hart is assured that payment with be made forthwith and in a timely manner. First, on page two, you had outlined your request to continue in the service and good graces of a Thomas M. Riddle, here after referred to as Voldemort. You did not, however, wish to lose either your standing or money in the Wizarding World by your actions. This was done by employing the help of one Rita Skeeter in a successful defamation campaign against one Harry Potter. Now, on page four, you added the addendum four years ago that any incarceration in Azkaban Prison would be brief and as such, we aided your fellow Death Eaters in your release,” she explained, albeit a mite slower, as one would to a child.
“The auction, though, Miss Morgan,” he ground out, already knowing everything she was covering about the contract so far.
“Then, two years ago, you requested assurance from us, in the form of help, that your son, Draco, would not be killed by Voldemort as seemed to you to be imminent. We have assured that all that was done and, per your contract, it is now come due for services rendered due to the lack of threat from a now permanently dead Mr Riddle, we-”
“I wanted my name, my lands and my money. I have none of them any longer,” he yelled, slamming his fist down onto the desk hard enough to make wine slop in Lilah's glass.
Lilah glanced at that action, raised a brow and smiled thinly. “If you had wished for sustained prosperity, Mr Malfoy, you should have invested in the perpetuity clause like we advised you when you came to us for the contract. As it stands, I will be by to collect the boy as payment in the morning.”
Lucius sagged, all the fight gone out of him. “He's my only son,” he whispered brokenly.
“Well, sir, next time, I would advise you to think carefully before listing ANYTHING as your options to save him. He will be safe- merely as a wonderful member of the Wolfram and Hart staff. Good day, Mr Malfoy,” Lilah told him with a confident grin.

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Title: An Uncertain Twist
Author: Christy
Rating: FR 15
Fandom/Theme: Buffy/In Death/Highlander
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters featured here. They belong to their respective creators and production companies.
Distribution: NeverNormal.com and TtH
Series: FFA Madness #5; Uncertain #1
FFA Pairing: Faith/Eve Dallas
Spoilers: None
Summary: Faith finds another Immortal as she finds her First Death
Author's Note: This series is because I wanted to branch my muse out from just writing Alissa and/or Castle and so I scoured the FFA list for ones I liked and hadn't been done yet. I think I ended up with a list of about 28 pairings I'll be ending up doing, though I have three written that when I post them here will be linked to the FFA pairings...all else will go here...enjoy :D

As much as she was loathe to admit it, Faith still loved New York. It had been through a lot over the years, even the worst of the Urban Wars, but still came back swinging. Hell, someone had tried to blow up the Statue of Liberty a few years back and it hadn't worked. Right now, though, she was busy following the faint “signal” in the back of her head that she'd learned over time meant that a Pre-Immortal was nearby. She'd managed to narrow it down to a bank of buildings that had last been in use before the Urbans when she heard someone yell out “Eve!” and someone else yell out “Shit” all right before a woman who'd been dangling on a third floor ledge, if the guy hanging out of it was any indicator, landed by her feet, on top of a rather beefy looking guy. Faith ran over to check for her pulse, knowing in her heart that she wouldn't find one moments before tall, beefy and Irish ran out, grabbing on to the other woman's hand.
A ghra! Darling Eve, talk to me!” he demanded.
Considering the trauma and shock, Faith figured the other woman would wake up quicker than some..it all seemed to depend on how violent and traumatic the First Death was for Immortals, or at least that was Faith's theory. Hers had happened while fighting one too many Xan'th demons and getting a claw straight through the heart- she'd taken four hours to wake, and all of the Gang had assumed that amount of time was due to her Slayer healing.
She nodded in agreement at her mental guess when the fellow brunette gasped for breath and the Irishman gathered her close. “Ah, Eve, I thought I'd lost you for a moment there.”
“Uh, actually, you did,” Faith commented, leaning up against the front of the building, legs crossed and stretched out in front of her. She merely smirked when Eve's police issue aimed at her.
“That's bullshit! This little punk broke my fall!” Eve demanded as her husband helped her stand.
Faith just shook her head. “Hate to break it to ya, but it didn't work- you died for a few minutes there,” the Immortal insisted.
Eve marched towards her, fire in her amber eyes. “If that's true, why am I not still dead?”
Faith held her hands up in surrender as she pushed herself away from the wall. “Look, I would say just finish processing your crime scene here while I take Irish over here back to where ever's comfortable for you guys and I can explain when you're done.”
Eve glanced over at Roarke, one of those silent married couple conversations going on, before he nodded.
“I'll have Summerset serve tea while we wait for you,” he stated calmly and Eve grinned wolfishly. If anyone could keep an eye on this unknown woman, it would be Roarke's majordomo.

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Title: Fairplay Wounds
Author: Christy
Rating: FR 15
Fandom/Theme: Buffy/Castle
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters featured here. They belong to their respective creators and production companies.
Distribution: NeverNormal.com and TtH
Series: FFA Madness #6
FFA Pairing: Faith/Richard Castle
Spoilers: Right after “Countdown” for Castle
Summary: Kate meets one of Rick's latest flings.
Author's Note: Okay, I know I said I wanted to branch out AWAY from Castle lol but one of the FFA pairings was Faith/Castle

Kate had reluctantly gotten used to Rick going back to his old Playboy ways after the bombing. As she'd told Ryan and Esposito, maybe the blast had reminded him to carpe diem more in life, but the two partners had looked rather skeptical about that explanation.
She was just coming back from grabbing another cup of coffee before tackling some of her backlog to find a statuesque brunette in Castle's chair. Looking about twenty five, she sat there, scratching away at one of the notebooks Kate knew were scattered all over the department. She was clad in well worn leather pants, which was another point of envy for the detective, and a tank top that showcased some serious scrapes and scratches on her arms.
“Um, can I help you?” she asked, bewildered as the other woman glanced up and smiled.
“Oh, hi, you must be Beckett. Um, Richie told me to tell you Espo took him to get cleaned up after they took photos of the injuries and that the nice lil Irish boy would be right back as soon as I finish my statement here,” she explained.
“Statement?” Kate parroted dumbly, just staring at the younger woman, coffee in hand.
“Uh, yeah, Beckett- Castle just came in with Miss Lehane here. Apparently, they were attacked in an attempted mugging after dinner, so they both came here to report it,” Kevin explained as Faith signed her name at the bottom and handed the pad back to him.
“Thanks, Irish,” she said, grinning as he blushed slightly, though she frowned when she caught sight of Rick coming out of the men's room, Javier right behind him with the digital camera. Faith ran over, pouting at the look of multiple butterfly bandages on his cheek and arm, not to mention the rapidly darkening black eye. “I told you to duck,” she told him with a smirk.
Castle shrugged. “I bobbed when I should've weaved- sorry.”
Faith sauntered in closer, her eyes hooded as she grabbed his loosely knotted tie and tugged. “Not to worry- I know a great way to help you feel better,” she purred, her lips kissingly close to his.
“Esposito, did you get Castle's statement already?” Kate demanded, a little sharper than usual.
Javier mentally winced. “Yeah, Beckett, I did.”
“Goody! That means I can go get started scratching that H & H itch. You ready for me, Rick?” Faith asked with a saucy grin as she used her continued hold on Castle's tie to pull him towards the elevator.
“H & H?” Kate wondered, seeing green in her vision for some reason.
“Oh, horny and hungry,”Faith replied, turning to face the three detectives. “Maybe you can come join us next time, Kate,” she said, grinning as the doors closed on Castle's rapidly glazing vision at the thought, while the two boys spit out their coffee and Kate started blushing.
What can I say? I have a weakness for leather pants and whomever's in them, she thought to herself as she went to busy herself with paperwork.

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Title: Blood Kin and Sacrifices
Author: Christy
Rating: FR 15
Fandom/Theme: Angel/Anita Blake
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters featured here. They belong to their respective creators and production companies.
Distribution: NeverNormal.com and TtH
Series: FFA Madness #7; A Bigger World #5
FFA Pairing: Cordelia/Anita
Spoilers: None
Summary: Anita and Jean Claude meet with the Master of LA

I was quickly learning that I needed to come to terms with what it meant to be Jean-Claude's human servant, but DAMN the learning curve was long as hell. Right now, though, Jason was helping me get ready for a meeting that Jean-Claude had arranged, since I was still sore from the aftermath of the unoathed vampire case the day before. Granted, most of the scrapes were gone, but some of the more serious bruises sustained in trying to keep all of those I cared for in Guilty Pleasures safe still remained. This little get together was a combination of Jean-Claude's way of trying to say 'I'm Sorry' and also a way to look over the Master of LA and his wife, since they'd requested an audience with him on their way to Cleveland. Now, while I knew on one level that most major cities with a larger vampire population had a Master, I knew I had yet to have met the Master of LA, since most of my Marshal duties had a tendency to keep me in the Midwest, Vittorio's annoying bastard self migrating to Vegas being one of the only exceptions.
A ghost of a wind had me opening the marks between myself and Jean-Claude, showing me the living room area through his eyes, which meant I saw that the Master of LA and his entourage had already arrived and that meant I was running late. Dammit, I hate when that happens! I urged Jason to hurry with his own getting ready, and rushed through the bowels of the Circus of the Damned to meet our guests.

****

“Liam Angelus, I present to you my human servant, Anita Blake,” Jean-Claude said smoothly as I entered the area we called our living room, usually, as was this instance, outfitted with mostly white, gold and silver curtains and decorations, though the cobalt blue pillows were a recent addition that most of my wereanimal friends had requested Jean-Claude to utilize. This being a formal Master to Master greeting I was only permitted the wrist sheathes full of knives, but no guns, something that always tended to make me twitchy, since I still preferred to rely on them than my unpredictable animals to call or the powers I seemed to keep inheriting from my marks with my Master, much as I hated that word.
“The Executioner,” a brunette beside Liam commented as she stood.
“My wife, Cordelia,” Liam said by way of introduction as she headed towards myself and the guards who'd come up behind me the moment I'd entered the room.
“My apologies, Marshal Blake,” she commented when Liam laid a hand on her arm in warning. “Dawn told me you two had met on a previous case,” she explained as my mind flashed back to the last case I'd worked with Edward.
“Dawn is your sister?” I asked, confused, since I had thought Dawn had said her sister was a blond.
Cordelia just laughed. “No, her sister is the other Queen Slayer- the one who didn't want to test out as Marshal, so Dawn decided to do it in her place. I've known both Summers sisters for years, much like my husband.”
I went towards her outstretched hand, going to meet her halfway like the civilized women we were pretending to be, but the ardeur had other ideas. The hand clasping Cordelia's pulled her closer to me and I whispered “I'm sorry” against her mouth right before I kissed her. She kicked her heels off to get closer in height to me, moaning as she continued kissing me. I vaguely heard Liam in the background ask “She has the arduer?” and Jean-Claude's terse reply in French in the affirmative. I wasn't sure what effect this would have on things between the Masters of St Louis and LA, but at the moment, all I cared about was the woman in front of me with the scent of Dior on her skin.

Chapter Text

Title: Explanations
Author: Christy
Rating: FR 15
Fandom/Theme: Angel/In Death
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters featured here. They belong to their respective creators and production companies.
Distribution: NeverNormal.com and TtH
Series: FFA Madness #8; Uncertain #2
FFA Pairing: Angel/Roarke
Spoilers: None
Summary: Roarke goes to LA to find out more about what happened to his wife

 

After Faith had sat himself and Eve down to explain what her Immortality meant and would mean to them both, she'd left them with cards for a PI firm based out of New LA. So, on his next business trip out that way, he called the number. “Angel Investigations- we help the hopeless. This is Willow, how may I help you today?”
“Ah yes, this is Roarke. Is Liam Chase in?” he asked via his in console phone on the Atlas XLT he kept in New LA for quick jaunts.
“Ah yes, sir. Faith told us you or your wife might give us a call. Liam would be free to meet you whenever it works best for you,” Willow told him while she sipped on her mug.
“I'm in town right now, however the card Faith gave us didn't tell where you were located,” he commented, already frustrated that his Unregistered hadn't managed to garner him anything when he'd plugged the phone number in, other than a computer rendering of a claddagh, a symbol he was highly familiar with.
Willow wiped the blood off her top lip as she grinned into the earpiece. “That would be because our mages made it Unplottable unless you're actually in need of our services,” she said, a grin evident in her voice. “Let me give you the information now.”

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Roarke glanced around the opulent surroundings of the former Hyperion Hotel. He had been interested in the property a few years ago, but the family that owned the property had refused to sell. It was well preserved in Pre-Urban War décor, and he continued admiring it as a pale redhead came up the stairs to greet him.
“Welcome, Mr Roarke. Right this way, please- Mr Chase will see you in his office,” her cool hand shaking his briskly before leading the way to the bank of offices on the second floor. Knocking on one of the doors, she opened it after a moment and ushered Roarke in before heading back downstairs.
“Roarke- I'm sorry we couldn't meet on better terms,” Liam said, his warm grip in his handshake a solid contrast to his secretary's, but he was quickly waved to a seat, while Liam returned to his seat opposite and picked his coffee cup up, gesturing with it to the younger Irishman. “I'm sure you might have quite a few questions about all of this, so please, fire away.”
Roarke nodded his head in acknowledgment, having mulled over what questions he felt needed to be answered as Liam poured him a cup of coffee and set it in front of him on the table between them. “First off, what is this Immortality that Faith said Eve has now?” he asked, taking a sip and raising a brow when he realized Liam had the ability, much like himself, to procure himself real coffee as opposed to the vegetable alternates most of the world used.
“Immortals live as normal humans until they die for the first time- apparently the First Death has to be violent enough to a point to jumpstart the process, but no one is sure why. And, before you ask, why your wife? No one knows why one child is born with the Capability and the next isn't; all that IS known is that other Immortals can sense the signature of themselves and those with the Potential to become an Immortal. That would be why Faith had been nearby when it happened,” Liam explained kindly.
Roarke looked down into his coffee cup, all the possible scenarios running around in his head. “So what does that mean for Eve and myself?” he asked, his heart breaking a little that she would now outlive him.
Angel smiled kindly. “Not as much as would be true in previous centuries, thank Lord and Lady. You have the technology- and yes, we knew about your Unregistered from the moment you started researching my agency- for you to fake your wife's death at some point, have surgery done on her to alter her enough, if you so chose and then bring her back as your second wife.”
Roarke smirked as he saluted the older man with his drink. “So you have a computer genius on your staff as well. Well done, Mr Chase.”
Angel smiled. “Where do you think your young Jamie Lingstrom learned some of his more esoteric ideas?” he posited. “No, Willow wasn't trying to push him into your direction when his sister was murdered, though he did discuss that with her when it happened, but it was more to cultivate his talents and those of others like him into utilizing their full potential.”
“Something about the way you say that makes me ask- is Willow an Immortal as well?” Roarke asked, mentally making a note to discuss things with Jamie when he saw him next.
Angel started laughing. “No, no, she's just a vampire that was resouled by her now late girlfriend, though you seem more accepting about that fact rather than that of your wife becoming an Immortal. Why is that?”
Roarke shrugged minutely as he held up his wedding ring with the claddagh engraved all the way around the band. “I'm Irish- we know there's more to life than just basic good and evil. We're taught the belief of vampires, demons and good Irish whiskey from the cradle.”
Angel nodded “Would definitely have to agree with you on that one, one Irishman to another.”
Roarke thanked him and headed out, craving his wife now in a level he'd thought unknown until now.

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Title: Liability Insurance
Author: Christy
Rating: FR 15
Fandom/Theme: Angel/House
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters featured here. They belong to their respective creators and production companies.
Distribution: NeverNormal.com and TtH
Series: FFA Madness #9
FFA Pairing: Lilah Morgan/Gregory House
Spoilers: Just set during the first few episodes of House season 7, when he's still in prison
Summary: House gets an unusual visitor in prison.

 

House wandered into the visitation area of the prison, raising a brow at the perfectly polished and scarfed lawyer sitting in the room. “I usually get the plastic screen when people want to yell at me” he snarked as he limped over and took the seat across from Lila Morgan, member of the only law firm Cuddy could get that would insure his sorry ass.
Lilah smiled thinly as she pulled a sheet of paper out of her briefcase. “Wolfram and Hart wishes to clarify the liability clause of your insurance with us, since the Senior Partners have determined that you exhibited gross negligence when you went after your ex-girlfriend's house and friends with your car. This means an automatic activation of the indemnity clause you signed, which will go into effect at the time of your death. This meeting, as I said, was merely a formality of notifying you of such changes in your contract, and to welcome you to the employment of Wolfram and Hart. We've been needing a good doctor since the last one got eaten by a Rorshach demon. Good day, Doctor House.”

****

House thought on that visit as he and Wilson traveled around on their bikes, Greg knowing he wanted his friend's last months to be the best he could make it. He may not admit it to James, but he thought that if anyone should go, it should be him and not James...Wilson hadn't done anything to deserve this. It was on his mind when they stopped to refuel somewhere in Maine and his cellphone buzzed in his pocket. Whipping it out, he read Nice try, Greg. We should talk about how your employment with Wolfram and Hart might be able to help your doctor friend. ~ L

Chapter Text

Title: Screwing Your Head on Straight
Author: Christy
Rating: FR 15
Fandom/Theme: Angel/Anita Blake
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters featured here. They belong to their respective creators and production companies.
Distribution: NeverNormal.com and TtH
Series: FFA Madness #10; A Bigger World #6
FFA Pairing: Faith/Larry Kirkland
Spoilers: During/right after the newest “Anita Blake” book
Summary: Faith and Larry butt heads about what it means to be a US Preternatural Marshal
Author's Note: I LOVE the AB series, but I really don't like how Larry's been acting as of late. This is not me saying I don't like the way LKH is writing him, more that I don't like the way he's being, so this is my way of having someone else say what I, and Anita, are thinking.

Kirkland had come into work with his wife, since their little girl was happily enjoying herself at Grandma's at the moment. Tammy knew Larry had been upset that most of the recent Marshal postings had been going to Anita, but figured that it had been due to the fact of her being in Washington DC until recently. Then Brice had come in for the latest vampire issue and Larry had lost it when he'd come home. He'd paced back and forth, talking about how he'd gotten into the zombie raising business because, as everyone knew, it was a natural ability that HAD to be used, one way or another. He hadn't expected shootouts or kidnappings or killings, but that seemed to be part and parcel with being Blake's apprentice. Tammy had managed to calm her husband down, but as he walked into the precinct beside her, nodding at people he knew, she noted that the greetings seemed a little more stilted than they'd been before she'd left to help the Feds out.
What happened while I was gone? she wondered as a brunette in leather pants sauntered past them and into Captain Storr's office. She turned to Larry to ask him who she was, but all he wanted to do was glare at the new arrival. “Hon, who was that? Last I knew, Anita was the only other Marshal who was helping out RPIT.”
Larry's lips thinned even more. “Marshal Faith Lehane- she moved here from Cleveland about six months ago. I heard that she used to work with Angelus, the Master of LA, before coming out to the Midwest. Just another example of a Marshal turning into a monster because of the freaks she hangs out with,” he commented nastily. Turning to his wife, he said “Did you know that, before vampires were citizens, she had one of the highest body counts outside of Anita? Apparently she's one of those European trained mercenaries- a slayer, I think they said.”
Tammy was surprised to note the brunette turned around in the closed door office to look at them both for a moment before turning back to the Captain and commenting something that had him whipping open the door and demanding both Kirklands come into his office. While Tammy sauntered in, puzzled, Larry stomped in reluctantly, reminding her more of their three year old than her lover at the current moment. “Captain?”
Storr folded his arms across his chest and sat back down, eyebrows raised in Larry's direction. “Care to repeat your comments on Marshal Lehane again, Marshal Kirkland?” he asked firmly.
Larry turned surprised eyes to the woman currently perched on the edge of the desk. “You heard that?” he asked.
“What? Forgot to read up on how I'm the only current Slayer with enough experience to test out as a Executioner/Federal Marshal? You've got a huge chip on your shoulder there if you forgot to do that, Larry boy.”
Larry crossed his own arms and tried to stare her down, which only made her grin wider at him. “We kill monsters- doesn't mean we need to be one or be friends with them,” he repeated firmly.
Faith scratched her head in mock confusion. “So, we kill monsters, but we're what? Evil if we hang out with them? So then, you don't like hanging out with Blake and her sweeties at her house?”
Larry, starting to realize the depth of his misstep, tried to backtrack. “No, Nathaniel and Jason and Micah are all good. They're not soulless bodies with no concern for human life,” he clarified.
His fellow Marshal jumped off the desk, stalking towards him until he'd backed up against the door. “So, what you're saying is that being, pardon the term, coffin bait, takes someone from a legitimate helpful force into a liability?” she asked him, deadly calm and serious for a change.
“Yes, when a vampire can use you to help control others, how can you be sure that they're not guiding the witness or scaring them into confessing? It's monstrous and anyone who thinks that's ok to do is as much a monster as the one who does it,” Larry elaborated.
Storr went to say something, but Faith held up a hand as she backed away a bit from Larry. “In other words, if there's someone who's willing to go to the extremes, if it means saving peoples' lives, but uses supernatural powers to do so, they shouldn't be considered human, in the eyes of the law, I mean?”
Tammy held her breath in anticipation of her husband's next words, finally realizing where this had been going and too late to stop it.
“Yes, that's what I'm saying,” Larry stated firmly and Tammy closed her eyes in defeat.
Faith leaned back from her position over Larry and turned to Dolph. “I know you suspected it, even after Blake and Zerbrowski mentioned it, but hearsay wouldn't be admissable in the hearing.”
Larry turned to look at her in disbelief. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
“Simple, Kirkland- both the St Louis Police Department and two, no three fellow Marshals have petitioned that you be brought up for review about whether or not you should be removed as a Federal Marshal, citing your constant prejudicial comments as evidence,” she informed him coldly.
“Well, everything said here is still hearsay too,” he said confidently, but his smirk faded as Faith's grew and she pulled a mike out of her top.
“Not when it'd been recorded, it's not, and before you ask, I only had to get Captain Storr's permission to record in his office. You're a fucking disgrace to the Preternatural branch, Kirkland,” she spat out and walked out of the office.

****

Edward was waiting for her after she came out of the St Louis FBI office after filing the report, complete with testimonies from Anita, Zebrowski, Dolph, Edward, Brice, and, surprisingly, Tammy. When she'd shown up at Faith's place, tearfully holding onto a couple of sheets with her statement, Faith was hesitant, but when Tammy had stammered out her concerns and worries, ending with the declaration that Larry wasn't the same man she'd married and she thought counseling was the next step, Faith had put a little more credence in her perspective on things.
“So, how'd it go?” he asked as she jumped over the door into the passenger seat of the convertible.
“Better than I thought- most Slayers are viewed with a bunch of skepticism, since we're not allowed to use our mystical calling in the States now that vamps are citizens. Couple that with the Sunnydale Syndrome spell the late mayor had on the town- well, all the non-Sunnydale vamps knew about the truth, like Angelus, but that spell was wicked powerful- the longer they stayed, the more they forgot about how things were in the rest of the world.”
“So I take it Angelus is a member of Bella Morte's line then?” Edward asked as he drove through the city towards his house.
“Oh yeah,” Faith moaned, writhing in the seat for a moment before grabbing a hold of his rapidly hardening cock and rubbing on it as she continued to moan into his ear. Getting up onto her hands and knees and leaning closer, she whispered “Hurry up and get us home and I'll show you some of the tricks Angel and Cordelia taught me to do to a man.”
Edward's foot merely slammed down on the accelerator a little harder as his lover laughed with glee beside him.

Chapter Text

Title: Family Ties
Author: Christy
Rating: FR 15
Fandom/Theme: Buffy/Burn Notice
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters featured here. They belong to their respective creators and production companies.
Distribution: NeverNormal.com and TtH
Series: FFA Madness #11
FFA Pairing: Dawn/Michael Weston
Spoilers: none
Summary: Michael gets a request for help from a familiar face
Author's Note: This is a little snippet for a story I might expand later, if Musie is being cooperative.

 

I was relaxing at the bar with Sam, since he dragged me out from my place to help me get over Fiona heading back to parts unknown after our last big fight. So, yeah, I figured I'd indulge my old friend, though the consolement seemed to stop around the time Sam caught sight of the first girl wandering around in a bikini. I just smiled and sipped on my beer as I amused myself watching Sam just being Sam. He'd gotten us a second round and was trying to talk to me about a couple of security cases he thought I'd be able to help out on when he broke off mid sentence, glanced behind me and muttered “Oh please, Sweet Jesus, be legal!”
I snorted and turned around to take a look at the girl he was drooling over as she came around and actually sat down in the seat between us. I glanced over at her, wondering why she was trying to sit with us when there were plenty of empty tables available. It took me a moment to recognize her, since the last time I'd seen her, she'd been in pigtails and pouting when her older sister got to go to the movies with me but Aunt Joyce had told her she wasn't old enough for the movie. I grinned as I turned to answer Sam's question. “Yes Sam, she's legal, but you can't hit on her.”
“Why not?” he asked in something perilously close to a whine.
“Because she's my cousin, Sam, and you know my rule about hitting on family.”
“Yeah, forgot about that,” he muttered into his beer.

****

I took in the youngster- no, dear God, she was 24 or so now- in front of me as Dawn ordered a Corona from the waitress and propped her legs up on the balcony in front of our table. I tried to ignore Sam's groan as her tank top pulled up enough to bare a line of tan skin above her shorts.
“What's with the Greek tattoo, Dawn?” I asked, indicating the inked script in dark green on her hip with a tilt of my bottle.
Dawn smirked as she took a swig of her drink. “Buffy always said I was the Key to her getting through Mom's death.”
I nodded. “I remember- Mom told me about Aunt Joyce when I got back into town. I'm sorry, Dawnie. So what are you doing in Miami? Last I heard from Buffy, you were in college in New York.”
“Yup, graduated early from NYU with honors, and just been helping out the group that's been together since Buffy was in high school.”
“Cheerleaders!” Sam interjected. “Please tell me there's cheerleaders.”
Dawn laughed. “Buffy HAD been a cheerleader once, but she'd more of a community leader kinda thing now. They've expanded it a bit since we left Sunnydale.”
Sam spit his drink out at that statement. “Mike, you never said your family moved to fucking Sunnydale!”
I shrugged. “I didn't know. Mom and Aunt Joyce really didn't talk much after she and Hank divorced. If I'd known, I'd have said something,” I said with a scowl. I knew what really went on around that damn Hellmouth. What had Aunt Joyce been thinking?
“See, Little D, I told ya they'd know,” a husky voice said over my shoulder as a curvy brunette pulled up a chair and sat between me and Dawn. She had on a black tank top with “Bite Me” in blood red script and jean shorts that looked like she'd been painted into them. Black eyeliner rimmed her eyes and a dark gloss was slicked on her lips as she took a swig of her beer.
“Faith, I just wanted to catch up with my cousin first,” Dawn said, glancing over at the other woman and shaking her head, a grin on her face.
Faith shrugged. “No skin off mine- just figured you'd wanna get home in time to wake Spike up, in your own special way, of course,” she said with a smirk as my cousin blushed.
“Who's Spike?” I asked, nodding for another round for all of us when the waitress glanced over in askance. No matter the original reason for Sam trying to distract me, the sudden appearance of Dawn from New York with her intriguing friend in tow definitely had me curious.
Faith's face split into a wide toothed grin. “Spike is Dawn's good friend,” she explained, putting extra emphasis on the last two words. “They've known each other since she was a teenager.”
“Faith's unhealthy interest in my love life aside, we did come to Miami for a reason- we need your help,” Dawn said, pulling her legs back down and looking over at me seriously.

Chapter Text

Title: Potion Making
Author: Christy
Rating: FR 15
Fandom/Theme: Buffy/Harry Potter
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters featured here. They belong to their respective creators and production companies.
Distribution: NeverNormal.com and TtH
Series: FFA Madness #12
FFA Pairing: Dawn Summers/Severus Snape
Spoilers: None
Summary: Severus is saved by a rather unusual potion

Severus Snape opened his eyes two months after the Final Battle. Quickly glancing around himself revealed both the fact that he appeared to be in the Intensive Care unit of St. Mungo's and that there was an unknown brunette girl asleep in a chair by his bed. He must have made some noise moving about to have the woman waking up and glancing over at him. Seeing he was awake, she smiled widely. “Oh good- you're awake finally. The docs here hoped the latest dose of that potion would help,” she commented before jumping up and dashing off, presumably to notify the Mediwitch assigned to this ward. Snape merely sat up against his pillows, Accioed a glass of water and contemplated his current situation. Unlike what he had thought, apparently Nagini's bite had not killed him and the Mediwitches here were trying out a new potion on him that this young woman had helped with, or perhaps told them about, since, based on her mixture of American and British accents showed she'd spent much time in America before coming here. He could only assume she had graduated from one of the American schools, since from the looks of her, she was a bit too old to still be a student. There was a bit of commotion outside the ward and then the doors swung open to show the mystery woman accompanied by a Mediwitch he remembered as having been competent in Potions when he'd taught her.
“Ah, Mr. Snape, so glad to see it all worked as well as Miss Summers predicted. She assured us the Key energy infused into the healing potion would suffice,” Mediwitch Davies explained. Off of his arched brow, she explained that Dawn could better explain the process and that she'd be back to check on him later. The moment she left, Dawn merely waved her hand, whispering Silence and Severus could feel a hum about his bed that reminded him of the conversation quieting spell.
“So, Miss Summers, I have you to thank for my recovery?” he asked.
Dawn smirked. “In more ways that one- see, I'm not even from your dimension. I'm traveling around the multiverse with my Anchor, a friend and fellow witch called Willow and-”
“Nonsense! Transdimensional travel is useless without the Key that was guarded by the monks of Dagon and since they all died out years before, I know there is no one to help you find it,” Severus countered with a touch of his usual sneer.
Dawn merely shrugged as she continued to grin. “No need to look- I'm the Key, and it was my energy that gave your body time to heal with the potion they have here already.”
“The Key? A human girl?” he queried, highly doubtful.
“Yup!” she exclaimed cheerfully. “The monks of my dimension sent me to be the little sister of the Slayer and then once chaos was averted and our lives settled down after Sunnydale collapsed, my sister Buffy suggested I learn how to control the powers that made up the Key and Willow volunteered to help be my Anchor after things with Kennedy went belly up.”
“And the reason you offered to save my life?” he asked tersely.
“Pure coincidence, Mr Snarky Pants. See, Willow had this idea that all authors throughout the multiverse tap into a bit of it when they write- seeing what is reality in one timeline and writing it out as fiction. And since I loved reading Harry Potter as a kid, when Willow suggested I think of a timeline to travel to first, I thought of you- how I would have loved to save you,” she explained and Severus was amazed to realize she'd done that all in one breath.
“Well then congratulations, Miss Summers- you've accomplished your mission,” he snarked.
“Not entirely. See, Willow wants to go home now, but I still want to jump around for a bit. So I figured I'd ask if you'd like to tag along with me for a bit while you recover and I pop you back here when you've had enough. Whatcha say- wanna go play Doctor Who?” she asked, holding out a hand for him to shake.
This should be interesting, but who is Doctor Who? he thought as he shook her hand.

Chapter Text

Title: Friends in High Places
Author: Christy
Rating: FR 15
Fandom/Theme: Angel/NCIS/Highlander
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters featured here. They belong to their respective creators and production companies.
Distribution: NeverNormal.com and TtH
Series: FFA Madness #13; Alissa's Interests #9
FFA Pairing: Cordelia Chase/LJ Gibbs
Spoilers: None
Summary: Gibbs has a problem with Miss Chase
Author's Note: This is going to be the start of my new NCIS fic “All Hands” that's part of my series on Alissa, but since the muse isn't cooperating, this is all I've got so far. When I get more written, I'll take this post and move it to that story. This also hints to the minor cliffhanger at the end of the previous story “No Bones About It”

For the first time in a long time, Gibbs sat in observation and merely stared at the young female suspect they'd picked up outside Norfolk Air Station, clothes torn, bruised and bloodied. Abby had already told him that none of the blood on her was hers, but other than finding evidence of a bit of a fight in the brush she'd wandered out of, there wasn't much of a case. But his gut told him there was one- a big one. He turned as the door opened and speared Tony with a look.
“Hey, boss. Well, Miss Cordelia Chase is based out of LA. She flew into BWI at ten this morning. She spent most of that morning at the offices of the MacKenzie Conglomerate, having lunch with the lovely CEO of said company, a Mrs Alissa MacKenzie, before heading to her hotel in Adams Morgan. She had dinner at Sir Walter Raleigh's in Laurel and then drove down to Norfolk to meet a friend of hers stationed there, a Commander Watkins. She told me that she'd gone to a couple of local bars after she found Commander Watkins was out of town unexpectedly and then woke up on the side of the road,” DiNozzo recited from his notes. “Being that it's three in the morning, local time, I figured we'd wait until later in the morning to talk to Mrs. MacKenzie and her boss in LA.”
Gibbs just raised a brow without saying a word. Working with him for ten years had DiNozzo cluing in to that in moments. “Find out who she works for; on it, boss.” and was gone again. Jethro resumed his staring for a moment before his cell buzzed with a text from Abby that she had something for him.

*****

Alissa had just fortified her first cup of the day with a healthy dose of Jameson- a way to recover from the amount of sake drunk with her Japanese contacts the night before. “Mrs. MacKenzie, NCIS agents here to see you,” her secretary announced. Sighing and rubbing the bridge of her nose in irritation, she told Samantha to send them back. She stood up as the two agents came in; a woman with a Middle Eastern complexion and a man who, she could tell from his grin, was another modern day Jack Sparrow- flirts with anything that moves to hide the sharp mind underneath. They introduced themselves as Agents David and DiNozzo, respectively.
“So what can I do for the Navy today?” she asked, sitting back behind her desk and motioning them to seats as well.
“Well, Ma'am,” Tony started, whipping out a small notebook, “we found a Cordelia Chase along the road to Norfolk early this morning.”
“Oh Lord and Lady, is she okay?” Alissa asked.
“Yes ma'am, she's being taken care of by NCIS staff right now. Um, she said she'd gone to lunch with you yesterday. Where did you two eat at?”
“Yes, we ate at Taste of China off of Connecticut. She's an old friend of mine and I invited her to lunch while she was in town, since I had a business dinner to attend with some of the people from Samsung,” she explained calmly while making notes on a pad off her right hand side.
The two agents exchanged a glance as Tony continued his questioning. “And do you know why she went down to Norfolk last night?”
Alissa shrugged. “Only that she said she had some people she had meetings with down there.”
Tony murmured a thanks for her time and promised they'd be in touch.

*****

“Didja see that back there?” Tony asked excitedly once they were in the car heading back to the Naval Yard.
“What was I supposed to see?” Ziva asked, a slight grin on her face indication to her partner that she was merely teasing him.
“Yeah, Ziva you so didn't see the fact that she wasn't that surprised to know Miss Chase had gotten hurt out in Norfolk. Besides, if her main issue was the meeting with Commander Watkins, why not just fly into Norfolk directly?”
“I don't know why she wouldn't, but I'm sure after McGee gets back from talking to the Commander, we should.”

*****

Cordelia had sat there patiently while Gibb's team checked everything out. She didn't really mind- she knew from working with Angel for so long that stuff like this took time. The only, or maybe the main reason she hadn't lawyered up yet was that she didn't want to escalate things. As it stood right now, they knew her only as a victim of some random bad guy. Besides which, it wasn't HER fault the damn vamp hadn't wanted to talk to her about the tip that Ethan Rayne was somewhere in the area, which is why Angel had sent her towards Norfolk. Even though she knew her Immortal healing would take care of most of the aches and pains, she wasn't one that was old enough to heal as fast as people like Alissa and Adam. She looked up as the grey haired agent came back into the room, mouth firm and unsmiling.
“Ms. Chase, you said you went to go see Commander Watkins regarding what issue yesterday?” was his opening volley.
“The law firm my husband runs out in LA had received information that a man who owed us a lot of money might be living and working in the Norfolk area, so I flew down. I flew into Thurgood Marshall instead of Norfolk because Mrs. MacKenzie is a good friend of both mine and my husband and I don't get to see her as much as I would like, since most of her business tends to keep her on the East Coast lately. Commander Watkins had indicated in our previous phone conversation that Mr Rayne tended to frequent a few local bars, and was supposed to come with me to show me which ones. When I found out he'd been called away unexpectedly, I decided to try scouting them out on my own. I was working my way through them when some guy at one of them thought I looked yummy and decided to take me home,” she finished succinctly.
“And yet we found no one else in the field,” Gibbs countered.
“Hey, wouldn't YOU run if a gal ran away from you screaming bloody murder?” she replied.
Gibbs nodded. “Granted. We'll let you get back to your hotel, Mrs. Chase, but try and stay in the area for a bit. We might have some more questions for you later.”

Chapter Text

Title: Oil and Water
Author: Christy
Rating: FR 15
Fandom/Theme: Angel/NCIS
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters featured here. They belong to their respective creators and production companies.
Distribution: NeverNormal.com and TtH
Series: FFA Madness #14; Navy and Magic #1
FFA Pairing: Spike/LJ Gibbs
Spoilers: None
Summary: Gibbs runs into trouble with the boys of Wolfram and Hart LA
Author's Note: I'm really excited about my FFA collection now- think I'll end up having close to 70 stories here by the time I'm done...all these wonderful pairings that have my muses jumping up and down in excitement. You can also track my progress at my Nevernormal.com blog, if you are so inclined.

“I swear, if I have to deal with one more case of almost crispy vamp, mate, I'm leaving you in the next town we stop in,” Spike bit out, itching for his cigarettes but knew they don't letcha smoke in interrogation rooms anymore.
“Spike, it was one time when I forgot to make sure the blanket covered all of you before rolling down the windows. Hell, if it was that important for us to get out here in one piece, wh didn't you ask Angel to borrow one of the specialty cars?”
Spike snorted and played with his cigarette. “Rightm like Peaches'll let me have anything after I crashed his 'vette that one time.”
Wesley shook his head about the antics of sire and grandchilde. “It was a vintage 1956 Roadster- of course he'd go off on you on something like that!”
The door slammed open and an irate older man strode in. “Enough! Why don't one of you two gentlemen explain to me why the hell you scared my lab tech, even though she keeps insisting you boys saved her life from a so-called vampire?” Gibbs demanded as he slammed the file folder down on the table.

Chapter Text

Title: Second Chances
Author: Christy
Rating: FR 13
Fandom/Theme: Angel/NCIS
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters featured here. They belong to their respective creators and production companies.
Distribution: NeverNormal, TtH, Ffnet
Series: FFA Madness #15; New Beginnings #1
FFA Pairing: Xander/Abby
Spoilers: None
Summary: Xander mulls on second chances while trying to calm his girlfriend dow
Author's Note: I'm really excited about my FFA collection now- think I'll end up having close to 70 stories here by the time I'm done...all these wonderful pairings that have my muses jumping up and down in excitement. You can also track my progress on this and my other stories at my Nevernormal.com blog, if you are so inclined.

Xander sat on the stool just like Abby had ordered. He grinned at how much the little Goth reminded him of Willow. He straightened his spine a bit more to help stave off the feeling of loneliness and emptiness that still seemed to engulf him every time he thought of her. From their yellow crayon days through High School and college- friend, lover, confidant, wife...and damn Caleb trying to kill them all. Willow had stayed behind, knowing the spell she was going to do needed both Slayer and powerful witch blood to make sure the Minis were activated and ready. Buffy had dragged him away as Sunnydale had collapsed on Caleb, the Bringers and Willow, but all the newly minted Slayers and the rest of the Scoobies made it out alive. Most of the Scoobies had moved to Cleveland, but Xander and Spike had wanted to get away from the ache and the memories and decided to head to LA to try and help Angel. The older vampire had been understandably hesitant to accept Xander's had of friendship, but after one drunk night out at a local LA bar together where Xander had poured out all his anger and rage and love for his friends, as well as what it meant to be father to a baby that hadn't lived, since the pregnant Willow had only told him before heading out for battle- well, Angel well knew the heartache of a fatherhood stolen. They weren't best of buds, but the animosity like between Angel and Spike wasn't there.
He glanced up when Abby yelled “Aha!” triumphantly and danced around the room in such a way Xander's heart tightened in memory of Scooby Dances past.
“Abs, you've got something for me to give Gibbs yet or am I just gonna get glared at? I screwed up, forgetting your birthday, I know, but I didn't expect to have to deal with a hostage situation either!” he said, still knowing better than to get up from his seat. This was his girlfriend's subtle way of saying she was more than unhappy with him right now, and dammit, Gibbs had known it too when he sent him down to get the results from Abby! Although, Gods above, he had thought everything was wonderful when he'd asked his best friend to marry him, but now he knew it was the chance to have a second chance at love- THAT was the true blessing.

Chapter Text

Title: Immortality Sucks
Author: Christy
Rating: FR 13
Fandom/Theme: Buffy/Torchwood
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters featured here. They belong to their respective creators and production companies.
Distribution: NeverNormal, TtH, Ffnet
Series: FFA Madness #16
FFA Pairing: Buffy/Captain Jack Harkness
Spoilers: None
Summary: Buffy has some fun in Italy
Author's Note: I'm really excited about my FFA collection now- think I'll end up having close to 70 stories here by the time I'm done...all these wonderful pairings that have my muses jumping up and down in excitement. You can also track my progress on this and my other stories at my Nevernormal.com blog, if you are so inclined.

After making sure everyone had gotten out of the Sunnydale collapse and helping Giles start the Cleveland school to help the hundreds of underage minis they now had on their hands, Buffy had taken Dawn and hauled ass to Italy. After the chill of Ohio, and, of course, the kickass shoes were another incentive, she'd decided that an Italian summer vacation for her and her sister before Dawn headed to England for school sounded great. Right now, Dawn was out with friends she'd managed to make on their second day in Milan. Buffy had taken the opportunity to explore the nightlife, glad to shed the mantle of Queen Slayer, even if only for an hour or two.

*****

“Mmm, now that looks like fun,” Jack murmured as Ianto rolled his eyes. Torchwood was in town looking into a possible invasion, though Ianto knew Jack was still trying to reconnect with his Doctor. Glancing over at his friend, Jack shrugged. “Hey, don't mock- you know I'm partial to blondes.”
Jones merely raised a dark brow sardonically and Jack sighed. “All right, all right, I'm partial to brunettes in my men and blondes in my women,” he corrected with a grin. Giving Ianto a swift hard kiss, he sauntered down the stairs into the club, making a beeline for the dancing blonde he'd spotted from the entrance.

*****

Buffy was enjoying the pounding techno beat when she felt hands land on her hips. Luckily, they were rather warm, so she knew she didn't have to kill the guy- just yet anyways.
“I have to say, your beauty transcends that of Milan,” he whispered in her ear.
She whirled around to look him over, while continuing to dance. He was brunette, American, and had that cocky grin that she'd already seen on a dozen faces of the ex-pats and Navy boys from this week alone. Quirking a brow, she glanced up and down her partner for a moment. “That line ever actually get you anywhere?” she asked as she smirked and sauntered away.
Jack glanced up to the balcony where Ianto was doubled over in laughter. Oh, this is NOT over with yet!

Chapter Text

Title: You Can't Hide
Author: Christy
Rating: FR 13
Fandom/Theme: Angel/Bones
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters featured here. They belong to their respective creators and production companies.
Distribution: NeverNormal, TtH, Ffnet
Series: FFA Madness #17
FFA Pairing: Faith/Temperance Brennan
Spoilers: None
Summary: Faith introduced Bones to the supernatural side of things and now she wants more answers
Author's Note: I'm really excited about my FFA collection now- think I'll end up having close to 70 stories here by the time I'm done...all these wonderful pairings that have my muses jumping up and down in excitement. You can also track my progress on this and my other stories at my Nevernormal.com blog, if you are so inclined.

Booth closed his phone as he glanced over towards Brennan. “Looks like the director has something he wants me to look at real quick, so can I have you try and talk to the girl first?” he asked, wincing when he saw the look on his partner's face.
“Booth, you know I'm not great at talking to witnesses, plus-”
“Look, Bones, it'll be ten, maybe fifteen minutes tops. I just need you to keep this chick relaxed until I get back, okay? I mean, play up the 'she saved your life' angle or something. I know you can think of something.”
Temperance had deer in the headlights look to her, but Booth knew he needed these few moments for Bones to put her at ease before he played his trump card. Now to hope it worked.

*****

Faith looked up from the bar, rag in hand, as Tempe walked into the pub. Dusty and smelling of stale beer, booze, and the slight aroma of the burgers on special that day, Haven was a bar Faith had fought tooth and nail to maintain just outside of DC. Thanks to the connections Willow had, she'd had the property blessed and soon became known for her nonviolent policy. The few true mundanes that came through tended to be early visitors and rather tame. It was more of a late night demon crowd, so right now, at three in the afternoon, it was just Bones and herself.
Setting the rag down and wandering over to where Bones had sat down, she grabbed a beer and twisted it open before walking around and sitting down next to the scientist. “I take it you're doing better now?” she asked, taking a sip.
Brennan looked down at her hands for a moment before looking up and nodding. “Yes, and thank you again for saving my life.”
Faith shrugged and took another swig. “Still don't know what a doc like you was doing in that lot- I mean, it's nasty business just being white in certain parts of DC,” she said with a chuckle.
Bones shrugged herself. “I had non choice- we were investigating some bones that had been discovered in that alley, and I needed to go back for more exemplars when that....man-”
“Vampire, honey. I know you tested the dust from it- and what happened?” Faith coaxed, a small grin on her face.
“That the carbon dating put the man at over two hundred years old. I would think carbon-14 error, but I repeated the test twice with the same results,” Temperance reported, her bewilderment plain.
Faith shook her head. “Yeah babe, only way for someone to be that old is vamped out.”
“Not entirely,” someone said from behind them and Bones thanked Diety that Booth was finally here. Which was why she was startled when Faith jumped up, ran over to Booth and punched him right in the jaw, knocking him down onto the floor. The FBI agent lay back on his elbows for a moment, working his jaw back and forth for a moment before starting back up, massaging his jaw a bit.
“Still pack a punch, eh, Faith?” he asked to the bartender still facing him in a fighting stance.
“What the fuck, Angel? Nobody could find you; Connor and Illyria said they saw you DIE!” she screamed at the former vampire.
Booth rubbed his neck. “Yeah, well, Connor wasn't wrong- I did die, but that's how the Shanshu Prophecy came to pass. I woke up to find Whistler there, telling me how they'd done it- given me a WHOLE new life. I even have family and friends and a good job again,” he explained as Brennan just grew more and more confused.
Faith cocked an eyebrow as she leaned back against the bar and grabbed her beer again. “So your old friends were no good to you anymore then?” she asked bitingly.
Seeley held his hands up in surrender. “Look, in my defense, I wasn't sure the Powers hadn't done something similar to what Vail had done with that whole thing with Connor. I'm sorry, Faith, if I'd known-”
“You would have still sent me in because you were afraid,” Bones commented in a sudden moment of clarity. “Either she'd mad at you for not coming or she doesn't remember you at all.”
Booth hung his head. “Yeah, something like that, and knowing there was a chance of you not knowing me and with all I did to try and help you...” he petered off as Faith choked back a sob and hugged him with all her Slayer strength.
Tempe couldn't make out all of it between the mumbles and the crying, but understood there were apologies and promises and a good bit of swearing. Faith finally leaned back, wiping away at the tears still seeping from her eyes and mock glared at him. “You do know this means the whole Gang'll have to be called. Yeah, you may be alive and all, but a Fed we can use is still a good thing,” she commented while Booth rolled his eyes.
Jerking a thumb in Brennan's direction, she said “She got read in on the basic supernatural crash course when those vamps attacked her, but I take it you'll finish what I started?”
Seeley looked over to where his lover stared at him with wounded eyes and sighed heavily. “Yeah, I'll take care of it,” he said resignedly, making a mental note to call Dr. Wyatt for backup as he made his way over to Brennan and simply hugged her.

Chapter Text

Title: It's Going to Be Okay
Author: Christy
Rating: FR 13
Fandom/Theme: Buffy/Labyrinth
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters featured here. They belong to their respective creators and production companies.
Distribution: NeverNormal, TtH, Ffnet
Series: FFA Madness #18; Wish Hard Enough #7
FFA Pairing: Willow/Sarah Williams
Spoilers: None
Summary: Willow comes to Sarah with an invitation and finds something else to discuss with her.
Author's Note: I'm really excited about my FFA collection now- think I'll end up having close to 70 stories here by the time I'm done...all these wonderful pairings that have my muses jumping up and down in excitement. You can also track my progress on this and my other stories at my Nevernormal.com blog, if you are so inclined.

She was understandably nervous right now- Goddess, it felt like she was back in high school, that's how nervous she felt right now. But Jareth had told her that he was concerned Sarah might take it the wrong way if he was the one to show up on her doorstep twenty years later. Willow was still mentally going through all the possible introductions when she felt a slight ping in the back of her head as she heard someone approach the door. That indicator was a byproduct of her being the one who did the activation spell- she could sense activated Slayers if she was close enough. Looking at the young lady staring at her warily as she opened the door, Willow thought she might have her intro without having to mention the Goblin King just yet.

*****

Sarah Thompson say on her living room couch next to her 14 year old daughter and tried to process why the young redhead was telling her about her only child. It wouldn't have been so bad if Jack hadn't been on that Boston to LA flight on 9/11. She had had to deal with the pain of losing her high school sweetheart and raising a toddler on her own at the same time. After all this time, magic has to rear its ugly head in my life again, she thought angrily as she stared at her coffee, wishing for something stronger.
“Mrs. Thompson, I'm sorry to come to you with this unexpected news- I know a lot of parents of those activated have a hard time knowing their daughters have been Called to fight, but I was actually here as an envoy for someone else,” Willow explained, pulling the thick envelope out of her bag and handing it to the other woman.
Sarah glanced down, seeing only her first name on the expensive card stock. But it only took her pulling out the letter and reading the first couple of lines before her head shot up and she glared at Willow. “What doe HE want now? I defeated him once- I'll be damned if Jareth will get his hands on my daughter!”
Willow hastened to reassure her. “No, I had no idea when I came to deliver his note that Dorothy was a Slayer. He told me he just wanted to make sure you knew that while he still cared for you in his way, his fiancee- another Slayer, in fact- wanted to invite you to their wedding.”

Chapter Text

Title: Find a Savior
Author: Christy
Rating: FR 18
Fandom/Theme: Angel/Merry Gentry
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters featured here. They belong to their respective creators and production companies.
Distribution: NeverNormal, TtH, Ffnet
Series: FFA Madness #19; Guarding the Princess #10
FFA Pairing: Giles/Merry
Spoilers: None
Summary: Someone else from Faith's world shows up in LA
Author's Note: I'm really excited about my FFA collection now- think I'll end up having close to 70 stories here by the time I'm done...all these wonderful pairings that have my muses jumping up and down in excitement. You can also track my progress on this and my other stories at my Nevernormal blog, if you are so inclined.

It had started out as a rather quiet day- Merry and Faith had the twins and Faith and Frost's daughter learning how to recognize good auras from bad when there was a sound like a thunderclap and a body fell into the pool from an opening in the sky with a splash. Doyle and Frost immediately went to shield the women and children while Galen dove in and fished the unconscious man out onto the grass. At first glance, Galen grew concerned at the bruises and cuts that liberally peppered the older man. Doyle was trying to keep Merry and Faith back until the latter peeked around his side and screamed in horror. Pushing the taller man to the side, Faith ran towards her friend laying on the grass. Falling to her knees, she leaned over the body, sobbing brokenly. “Giles! Goddess help him!”

“You know him?” Meredith asked, still holding back with the toddlers.

Faith looked up, tears streaming down her face. “He's a Watcher from my world- he trained the Slayer before me.”

Frost went over and laid a hand on her shoulder. “He's in bad shape- we should get a healer here to look him over first,” he said, communicating for a moment with Doyle in that silent way the Guards all had, and understanding what his slight nod meant.

****

The memories of the many months surrounded by Angelus's varied tortures had Rupert quickly sensing that someone else in the room when he woke.

“I know you're awake, Mr Giles. Not to worry, however- I swear by the Darkness that Eats All Things that you are safe here in this room at this present time,” a voice reassured him.

He opened his eyes to find himself in a simply appointed bedroom, while a young lady with dark red hair sat in an armchair off to the side while a man with silver hair stood guard beside her. Licking his lips and thinking carefully before answering, he said “May I assume then, that my hope to flee the atrocities of Angelus was successful?”

The woman glanced askance at the man who nodded before turning to Giles. “Yes, we were told about Angelus and yes, you are no longer in need of concern from him. My name is Queen Meredith, Queen of the Unseelie, but you might know us better by our older name- the Sidhe. Might you care to tell us what happened and how you came to us from your world?”

Rupert leaned his head back against the pillows and closed his eyes as a tear leaked out. In a soft voice, he began to retell the horrors of Angelus's reign. “We didn't know he had come back until Faith went to LA to see if he needed more help against Wolfram and Hart. He came to us in Cleveland a few weeks later, telling us Faith had been taken, presumed killed by a demon clan that had gotten rather angry about the sudden influx of Slayers, which was something we had known about as well and had been trying to stop. And then we had a rash of disappearing and Turned Slayers- which is a very bad thing to happen because the Slayer essence, though generally neutral, has an affinity and attraction for the demon that inhabits a vampire's body. Now, we initially thought it was merely the Powers That Be punishing us for Willow using the activation spell and overbalancing things to the side of Good. But then Kennedy broke up with Willow and Willow became rather depressed because of it. I was thankful that the vampire I thought was still Angel volunteered to talk to her since Buffy and myself were busy dealing with the Turned Slayers. By the time I realized, Angelus had twisted her mind around until she would do anything he asked- she hadn't gone Dark again, per se, but Angelus had introduced her to dark S&M games in their time together and used them to help make her more compliant. Angelus played up her loyalty to him so much that by the time Buffy and I came back from a conference in London with the rest of the Council that we walked into an ambush,” he continued, thanking Frost when that one brought him a cup of water to drink, since Giles arms were in casts. Opening his eyes, he stared at the two Fae. “All that he or Willow could convince to help with the lie that Buffy and myself were behind the Slayers being turned, well, they were all waiting for us when we returned to Cleveland.”

“Well, what about the those that didn't believe the lie?” Merry asked.

Rupert shrugged. “I don't honestly know. All I know is we were quickly subdued, taken to the basement where we usually held dangerous demons we'd captured but hadn't found out how to slay just yet. Then, to make matters worse, Angelus had found the formula for the serum that the old Council had used on Buffy once before, taking away most of her supernatural strength. H-He then alternated between days of torturing me and days of torturing her. Sometimes he would do it in another room and I could hear her screams echo. Other times, he'd torture us in front of each other, whipping her until her back was bruised and bloody, then slice me with razor sharp knives so I wouldn't feel the sting until the wounds started to bleed. But the worst day was the one where he took her down from her chains, raped her repeatedly in front of me then drained her before taking her body with him. I didn't realize the true horror of what he'd done until he showed up a couple of days later, Queen Slayer in tow. He hadn't killed her, he'd turned her and made her his own personal plaything.

"But I had a secret weapon- Dawn. While the monks had sent her to Buffy to keep her safe, there was an unusual clause that happened when Buffy was Turned- since she could no longer protect her little sister, the spell made her forget Dawn existed as well as anyone else that would cause her harm. We'd left her in England as a safety precaution, but when she hadn't heard from us in a month's time, she flew back, armed to the teeth and tracked me down in the dungeons, recovering from a dual torture session from the both of them. She had apparently walked right past her sister and Buffy hadn't even noticed. That's when she told me she knew how to help save me and sliced her wrist before starting to chant in Latin. The next thing I knew, I was falling towards water.”

Merry and Frost glanced at each other for a moment before turning back to Rupert. “How would you like to meet someone else we rescued from your world? I know Faith was worried about you.”

Chapter Text

Title: Who's to Blame
Author: Christy
Rating: FR 15
Fandom/Theme: Angel/NCIS
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters featured here. They belong to their respective creators and production companies.
Distribution: NeverNormal, TtH, Ffnet
Series: FFA Madness #20; Navy & Magic #2
FFA Pairing: Wesley/Gibbs
Spoilers: None
Summary: Gibbs talks to Wesley about the attack on Abby
Author's Note: I'm really excited about my FFA collection now- think I'll end up having close to 70 stories here by the time I'm done...all these wonderful pairings that have my muses jumping up and down in excitement. You can also track my progress on this and my other stories at my Nevernormal blog, if you are so inclined.

Wesley eyed Agent Gibbs, wondering why they hadn't separated him and Spike until now. Mayhap to try and see what we'd say to each other with no one else around, he thought as Gibbs took a sip from his coffee cup and glanced up from the file he'd been reading in front of him.
“A British national working for Wolfram and Hart- why the hell shouldn't I lock you away just for that?” he demanded coldly.
Wes fought the urge to smirk and only shrugged. “Wolfram and Hart LA is now a separate entity from the rest of the firm as of 2004- you might want to update your information.”
Gibbs merely raised a brow in his direction. “So then what were you and your friend doing in the alley behind Toreador? Witnesses stated that you two were fighting a couple of guys who'd tried to attack our lab tech Miss Sciuto.”
“How is she, by the way? Did she make it out okay? I heard she'd hit her head when the boys attacked her,” the former Watcher put in, leaning forward intently.
“Ah yes, those boys that they said you were fighting. Funny thing about that- we looked at the security footage and they don't show where those two men ran to after being in that dead end alleyway,” Gibbs commented with an air of confusion. Just then, there was a knock on the door and DiNozzo poked his head in and motioned to the older man.
“Ah Boss, Mr. Wyndham-Pryce's attorney is here,” he whispered in his ear.
Jethro frowned. Everything about this case seemed off somehow and now the prime suspects lawyer up with high priced company lawyers. His gut was going crazy. “Send him in,” he told the younger agent then turned back to Wesley. “I'll give you and counsel a few minutes to confer,” he said and walked out, frustration clear on his face.

Chapter Text

Title: Doppleganger
Author: Christy
Rating: FR 21
Fandom/Theme: Angel/Leverage
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters featured here. They belong to their respective creators and production companies.
Distribution: NeverNormal, TtH, Ffnet
Series: FFA Madness #21; Payback #1
FFA Pairing: Lindsey/Parker
Spoilers: None
Summary: Parker has a late night interlude
Author's Note: I'm really excited about my FFA collection now- think I'll end up having close to 70 stories here by the time I'm done...all these wonderful pairings that have my muses jumping up and down in excitement. You can also track my progress on this and my other stories at my Nevernormal blog, if you are so inclined.

Parker hated the kinds of hobs where she had little to do other than surveillance. They were trying to pull off a snatch and grab at a busy law office Christmas party and she'd been stuck as an elf waitress trying to keep an eye on the guy defrauding their clients. Just then, she got the all clear from Hardison that they had the paperwork they needed and Parker couldn’t get out of there fast enough. Too fast, apparently, since she almost immediately ran into Eliot. His task had been to blend in with the rest of lawyers at the party and Parker had to agree that he looked the part. Tailored grey suit with the slightest of pinstripes, a blue dress shirt that made his eyes seem even bluer and a glint in his eyes that was a shade too naughty and playful.
“Oh, sorry , my little elf, I didn't mean to hurt you. Do you need a moment to sit down?” he asked, guiding her firmly towards one of the side offices she'd noted earlier on the blueprint- four on the left and three bigger ones on the right with all the big windows. Eliot guided her to the one on the end with a placard by the door that read L. McDonald. She looked up at him in confusion.
“But Eliot-”
“Shh. I've been wanting to do this all night,” he murmured before framing her head in his hands and, bringing her closer, kissed her deeply.
Parker gasped at the intimate contact from her partner and he took the opportunity to thread his tongue into her mouth, making her moan. Her moaning continued as he backed her up against a nearby wall and shut the door behind him with his foot at the same time. He began kissing down her neck while Parker clenched and unclenched her hands against the wall, her eyes closed as she savored the sensations. Those eyes flew open in shock and burgeoning arousal when he palmed one of her breasts through the fabric, kneading it softly until her nipple tightened against his palm. He smirked down at her as he leaned forward and kissed her lips again while he whispered “Touch me” against her lips.
Oh yeah! was all she could think as she hesitantly slid her hands up his broad shoulders and around his neck as Eliot continued playing with her breasts until they felt full and tight and tingling had started pooling in her belly. She whimpered for a moment when he stopped kissing her but it turned into a drawn out moan when he lowered his head and took one of her nipples into his mouth.
When did he undo my top? she thought fuzzily as he switched nipples and nibbled a bit, making her arch up and her hands to instinctively wrap around his head to hold him there- keep the sensations going. “OH dear God! Don't stop!” she cried out as he chuckled against her skin.
“It gets better, princess,” he promised her as he picked her up in his arms and marched over to a couch she hadn't even noticed was there. After laying her down on it, he barely gave her time to think before he began kissing her again, his hands roaming up and down her body until she felt fairly feverish, she was so hot. She moaned as he kissed his way down her body, sliding her costume down and off. She let out a gasp when he tongued her through the thin lacy thong Sophie had badgered her into getting, saying “You can never have enough sexy lingere- you never know who might see it.”
Well, considering this is the first time ANY guy's seen this much of me, she thought, then arched up when he started licking and nibbling on her. Then he added a finger in side a bit, teasing her while continuing to administer to her with lips and tongue until, from one lick to another, she fell to pieces. By the time she'd recovered, he'd gotten naked as well and she glanced down, eyes widening at the sheer size of him. “That's gonna fit?”
He chuckled as he kissed her again. “Sure it will, princess, but it might sting a bit first,” he told her as he lined himself up and eased into her.
Big! Too big! Not gonna fit! she thought as he took one of her nipples into his mouth again and she arched up with a cry, burying him deeper inside of her at the same time. She felt a pinch for a moment, but then Eliot started moving and the sensations felt incredible. He leaned down while he continued sliding in and out of her to tilt her hips and and make her wrap her legs around his waist. Her eyes flew open, catching onto his in wonder for a moment before closing again as he sped up, hitting a spot inside her that felt so good, she had no words for it. Then, just as her body seemed to explode into pieces, she felt him thrust into her one more time and groan.
Pulling out of her and standing up, he wandered over to a cabinet for a moment before coming back to her, wipes in hand. “Here, why don't you clean up a bit and I'll meet you back outside in a minute, okay?”
Still a little fuzzy from the orgasm, Parker could only nod as she cleaned herself up, wincing a bit at the tenderness, then handed them to Eliot, who tossed them in a nearby trashcan. Looking back at him getting dressed after she'd thrown her dress back on- she couldn't find her thong, but knew they didn't have the time to look for it- she asked “You'll be okay here?” Concern laced her voice and she watched him put his slacks back on and turned towards her, shirt still unbuttoned.
He smiled at her. “Don't worry- I'll be fine.”

*****

The first words out of anyone's mouths when she showed up was Sophie, who grabbed her and held her at arm's length. “Parker, where have you been? We expected you ten minutes ago.”
“Yeah. We need to get out of here already,” Eliot said from behind her.
She whipped around in surprise, only to see him staring at her with a frown. “How'd you get back ahead of me?” she asked, but Nate interrupted before he could answer.
“We're all here now, doesn't matter about anything else right now, so let's just get going.”

*****

It only took a week for her to figure out that someone else had taken advantage of her confusing him for her partner and took advantage. It took two months for her to realize how much she was starting to hate the not-Eliot. Sophie found her in her room, throwing things around in a rare fit of anger after she got the test results back. Sophie got her calmed down and sobbing her story out in short order. Looking up as Nate walked in, she promised Parker, with her eyes on Nate, that they'd find this guy, whatever it took.

Chapter Text

Title: Day of Retribution
Author: Christy
Rating: FR 15
Fandom/Theme: Angel/Leverage
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters featured here. They belong to their respective creators and production companies.
Distribution: NeverNormal, TtH, Ffnet
Series: FFA Madness #22; Payback #2
FFA Pairing: Lindsey/Nate
Spoilers: None
Summary: Nate goes to explain how things stand with Lindsey
Author's Note: I'm really excited about my FFA collection now- think I'll end up having close to 70 stories here by the time I'm done...all these wonderful pairings that have my muses jumping up and down in excitement. You can also track my progress on this and my other stories at my Nevernormal blog, if you are so inclined.

Even with Hardison's help, it had still taken the team three months to track Lindsey down. It turned out that he'd also been looking into some of the shady practices at the law firm and had gone his own way by just asking for a job. He'd hopscotched around a lot more and doing a pretty good job of covering his tracks, at least according to the impressed hacker. Poor Parker had alternated between crying and raging at first, then Sophie had gone with her for her first ultrasound. She'd come back to the loft and began pacing back and forth in the living room, muttering about how a thief couldn't possibly be a good mother and other thoughts of a similar vein. It took Sophie and Nate sitting her down and explaining that not only would she be a good mother, the rest of them would be helping as well, for her to calm down. All this lent to the anger Nate felt as he march up to the receptionist at the law firm they'd tracked McDonald down to.
“Nathaniel Ford here to see Mr. MacDonald. I called earlier about discussing a paternity suit with him.”
The blonde secretary, who looked exceedingly efficient, pulled up his calendar and nodded. “Right, sir- he'll be in the office at the end on the left,” she informed him.

*****

Lindsey came towards him, hand outstretched and professional smile in place, though both fell when Nate merely continued holding onto his briefcase and stared at him stonily. Regaining his composure, the younger man motioned him to a seat and sat back down behind his desk. “Now, I know our business is mainly a referral kind of thing, Mr Ford, but apparently whomever gave you my name failed to mention I mainly do criminal cases, not paternity suits,” Lindsey told him calmly.
“You really might want to rethink that precedent on this one,” Nate told him as he opened up his folio and pulled out a couple papers he then handed to Lindsey. “These are copies of a sworn affidavit by Parker Leach and a signed warrant by Judge Marshall for a sample of your DNA for reference testing.”
“On what grounds?” Lindsey demanded while scanning through the paperwork, which was ironclad, as far as he could tell.
Nate replied by simply slapping a photo of a laughing, pregnant Parker down on the desk in front of him. “THAT'S why- one sweet little elf at an office Christmas party in Louisiana. Maybe you thought she might have some information to help you on this quest you're on, but such a nice, sweet girl either way. Too good of an opportunity to pass up and now it's time to pay the piper.”
Lindsey set the papers down and glared up at him even as his balls tightened at the memory of the passionate blonde. “Paternity gets established- then we can talk child support.”
“Oh, there's going to be more support than just to the child. We would also like you to at least come back to Boston and talk things over with Parker one time. I'm sure there might be shouting and yelling, but I know Parker can handle herself.” Ford stood up and laid a business card on top of the files and picture. “Call me once you've finalized your travel arrangements. I'll see myself out.”
Lindsey sat therre for a moment before letting his secretary know to hold his calls for the next couple of hours. Sitting there deep in thought, he contemplated his options. Sure, he'd spent the past couple of years trying to find another supernatural firm for his talents, but they were either worse than Wolfram and Hart, or once they knew who his former employer was, refused to hire him based purely on karma. Now things are coming due he thought, rubbing his hands up and down his face. He didn't need a DNA test- he remembered Parker, though he hadn't caught her name before, obviously. Now I have a little one on the way- great, a fucking evil lawyer for a Dad....sounds like a great idea!

Chapter Text

Title: Power Still Remains
Author: Christy
Rating: FR 15
Fandom/Theme: Angel/Merry Gentry
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters featured here. They belong to their respective creators and production companies.
Distribution: NeverNormal, TtH, Ffnet
Series: FFA Madness #23; Guarding the Princess #4
FFA Pairing: Fred/Andais
Spoilers: None
Summary: The Queen finds someone else who is not from her realm originally.
Author's Note: I'm really excited about my FFA collection now- think I'll end up having close to 70 stories here by the time I'm done...all these wonderful pairings that have my muses jumping up and down in excitement. You can also track my progress on this and my other stories at my Nevernormal blog, if you are so inclined.

The soul who had once been housed in the body of Winifred Burkle still marveled at where she had ended up. She hadn't liked what her lab assistant back on her Earth had been planning- bringing a demonic godhead out from the Primordium? What had Knox been thinking? she remembered muttering as her body had been wracked with fever and chills as Illyria burned her way through her -Fred's- body and Wesley could only sit there helplessly.
Goddess help me! I didn't want this to happen! I've got so much more I want to do! she screamed out mentally, then was surprised when she felt a cool feminine hand on her forehead and a voice whispered in her ear “Daughter of Eve, you will have your just reward.” right before her body seized up from pain and everything went black.

*****

Even now as one of the Queen's maids, Fred, or Evergreen, as she was now known, she heard the gossip when the Queen had appointed her son Cel and niece Meredith as co-heirs until one of them had a child. Since the Goddess, in her infinite wisdom, had brought Evergreen to this world as a fae descendant of a fertility deity, she blended right in with the rest of the Unseelie court. She had met Cel a few times and hadn't cared for him at all; he reminded her too much of Angelus. Then she heard from the pixie Peasblossom that another girl had appeared at court and given fealty to Merry as one of her guards. She had also recently been proclaimed by Andais to have the geas lifted for her and be allowed use of whichever of the guards she pleased, though Peas hadn't been quite sure why that had been. Fred was currently on her way to the Queen's chambers, but the fellow servant who'd informed her of the request hadn't known why.
“Ah, Evergreen, do come in,” Andais spoke in a deceptively calm tone. Fred had experience with that kind of voice already. It was the same kind of insidious tone Angelus had had when he'd been taunting her, Wes and Gunn- the kind of voice that swirled around your ankles like fog and latched on with deadly perception.
“Yes my Queen?” she asked, bowing as low as she could.
“I remember how you once told me when my guards found you that you had another body- another name- from when you lived in your world- the one with vampires.”
Fred bowed even lower, her knees on the cold stone and her face as far down as she could go. “Y-yes, you Majesty- I had the name of Winifred in that world,” she answered quietly, not daring to look up. She'd learned that from the other maids the first week after she'd been found. The rustle of stiff taffeta reached her ears as Andais stepped down from the dias her bed sat on and stalked towards her kneeling handmaiden. “And did you bring anyone else with you?” she asked calmly as she lifted Fred's chin so she could look in the younger girl's eyes.
“No, My Queen. I was told by the Goddess that my soul wasn't dine and that I would be put to where I would be the most useful,” Fred responded.
Andais pursed her lips in a way that showed she wasn't pleased with the answer. “And yet...” she began, lost in thought, then, remembering her audience, dismissed a bewildered Fred with a wave.

Chapter Text

Title: Homecoming
Author: Christy
Rating: FR 15
Fandom/Theme: Angel/Merry Gentry
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters featured here. They belong to their respective creators and production companies.
Distribution: NeverNormal, TtH, Ffnet
Series: FFA Madness #23; Guarding the Princess #11
FFA Pairing: Faith/Andais
Spoilers: None
Summary: Andais has some questions for Faith and Meredith
Author's Note: I'm really excited about my FFA collection now- think I'll end up having close to 70 stories here by the time I'm done...all these wonderful pairings that have my muses jumping up and down in excitement. You can also track my progress on this and my other stories at my Nevernormal blog, if you are so inclined.

Faith had had her hands full the past few months between her little girl and helping Giles recuperate. So when Doyle notified her that Andais had requested a personal meeting, she'd told Frost she didn't think she could handle it right now. That had been a hard thing to adjust to- telling people she cared about what was really bothering her instead of bottling it up until she exploded like she used to do. Her husband had reassured her the rest of the guard would look after Princess Cordelia while Mom and Dad went to go visit the nasty Queen.

*****

Both were mildly surprised when the sithen lead them towards Andais's personal chambers rather than the throne room, but ever since Meredith had awoken the sithen when the magic began returning to the Unseelie, Faith hadn't questioned a single thing the faery mound decided to do. When the doors opened, the couple immediately bowed into the deepest bows they could, which for Faith wasn't that easy, considering her balance was rather off these days, what with the pregnancy she and Frost had just found out about the week before.
“Apparently, my subjects have as much good news for me this day as I do for them,” Andias greeted them with a cat who found the cream kind of voice. This put both of them on edge, so Frost simply acknowledged that “Yes, my Queen, we are expecting again.”
“Wonderful. Blessings from the Goddess abound. Evergreen, come greet your kinswoman,” the Queen said with a good bit of glee, if Faith was any judge of her mood.
A slight woman of mixed heritage, judging by her pointed ears, came out of the alcove hesitantly, then, catching sight of Faith, abandoned all sense of decorum and ran to her, crying out “Faith! I thought I was the only one here,” in a surprisingly rich Texas accent.
Faith shook her head in bewildered surprise, coming up from her curtsey in enough time to catch the fae and a moment longer to process what she had just said. “Wait a sec- Fred? Angelus, er, Angel, told me you'd died when Illyria took over,” she blurted out.
“Oh, ah know. The Goddess Herself answered my plea to not waste away because of what Knox had done and gave me a new body and life here as a handmaid to Queen Andais,” Fred explained in a rush.
Faith glanced over to Andais, leery of this rush of sudden good fortune. “What else would you have of us, my Queen?” she asked, being careful to keep her anger at being manipulated again out of her voice and off of her face.
Andais smiled thinly. “Your newest addition from your world as well, he is a researcher, is he not?”
“Yes, my Queen. He was my Watcher in Sunnydale,” Faith responded, confusion furrowing her brow.
“Excellent! I have need of his services for a time, if you can spare him to us.”
Frost winced in sympathy at Faith's startled reaction. “We would, Queen Andais, but he is still recovering from his injuries.”
“Very well. Notify me when he is healed. As for Evergreen, I am sure she would be wonderful with the children,” Andais insisted with a wave to dismiss them.

Chapter Text

Title: Adjustment Factor
Author: Christy
Rating: FR 15
Fandom/Theme: Angel/Anita Blake
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters featured here. They belong to their respective creators and production companies.
Distribution: NeverNormal, TtH, Ffnet
Series: FFA Madness #24; A Bigger World #1
FFA Pairing: Fred/Jean Claude
Spoilers: None
Summary: Fred goes to St Louis after the events in “Guilty Pleasures” (AB verse)

Fred had never quite grasped why she'd been the first, outside of those from Sunnydale, who'd figured out once they got back that vampires had somehow become citizens. Or maybe it was because the group had given the former slave a massive crash course in what she'd missed in the past few years. The way Cordelia had explained it to her, the mayor of Sunnydale had wanted his own little kingdom, so made sure everyone in town was unaware of what was going on. Either way, she'd been rather eager to volunteer when Angel had mentioned that he needed to send an envoy to the new Master of St. Louis. It would be to both strengthen their ties and remind the new Master that Angelus was still someone a fellow Master would do good to have as an ally, even if Jean Claude had more physical years on him. Cordelia had been surprised when Fred had almost jumped to go, but glancing over at the furious looks being thrown back and forth between Wes and Gunn, she had a good feeling why Fred would appreciate leaving town for a while.

*****

Jean Claude sighed as he glanced over all the paperwork he had left to do. There was Guilty Pleasures and a discussion with Raina to be had about whom among her wolves were able to be used at the club. Then there was the Circus and the contract he had to finalize before the new act with the Lamia could commence. And just then, his intercom buzzed. “Oui?”
“Sir, the envoy from the Master of LA is here to see you,” his secretary informed him.
“Very good. Please hold all my calls except for those from Ms. Blake,” he instructed, thought he could hear in her acknowledgment that she would rather tell the animator to take a long dive off a short pier, but when her Master said something, she would obey.
By the time Fred had entered his office, his desk was clear and his blank face was on. He was mildly surprised and amused when he saw who Angelus had sent, however. “Miss Burkle, thank you for coming,” he greeted her, holding his hand out as she did the typical eye shuffle most humans did.
“Thank you for seeing me. Angel said you had been unusually busy with the local lycanthrope population since your predecessor had been rather...harsh,” Fred replied succinctly as she sat in one of the chairs on the other side of his desk.
Jean Claude nodded in acknowledgment. “And why does the Master of LA come to me with an envoy?” he asked, though he thought he already knew part of the answer. Angelus, for being such a relatively young Master, was know to have all Cats as his animal to call.
“He has a son now and knows of your concern with his animal to call,” Fred told him, hands folded in her lap.
“A son? That prophecy was a true one then?” he demanded, more surprised by that than Fred's implied assurances of non hostilities between their two territories.
“Yes, sir, it appears so. We have had to rebut repeated recursions by the LA branch of Wolfram and Hart and the...assistance of a new, more powerful Master might aid us,” she said apologetically.
Jean Claude pondered this as he watched the younger woman. Having met Angelus a few times when Darla had visited Bella Morte, he knew it took a lot for the other vampire to ask for help, however vaguely. “This seems the type of thing I would wish to discuss further with your Master,” was his noncommittal reply, and Fred nodded, thanked him for his time, and left.

Chapter Text

Title: King in Check
Author: Christy
Rating: FR 15
Fandom/Theme: Angel/Anita Blake
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters featured here. They belong to their respective creators and production companies.
Distribution: NeverNormal, TtH, Ffnet
Series: FFA Madness #25; A Bigger World #2
FFA Pairing: Illyria/Jean Claude
Spoilers: None
Summary: The God-King of the Primordium wishes a word with the Master of St. Louis

It had been a couple years since he'd had Angelus's delightful pom de sang visiting. As she'd written him later, they had been busy with a couple of near apocalypses and the concern of raising a small child in that chaos. Then had come the alarming letter from Angelus asking him if he knew of any local necromancers that might be well versed in portal spells. Unfortunately, what with Anita away learning how to control, or as he knew she would, try to close the marks between herself, himself and the ever delightful Monsieur Zeeman, the only necromancer he had access to was off limits.

The Vampire Council as a whole had never really cared for the transdimensional upstarts that they felt the Senior Partners were, but as long as they didn't incite riots or try to start an apocalypse, the Council left them alone. So when Fred had written him, all excited, that Angelus had managed to take control of the LA branch of Wolfram and Hart., Jean Claude knew the Council would appreciate that one of their own had a foothold there. He was puzzled, however, when she registered no recognition when he had asked after Connor.

On this day, he was listening to Jason explaning about how the wolves were adjusting to Anita as their Bolverk when Jason stopped, midsentence, and stared at the door, concerned.

“I sense a disturbance in the Force,” he commented jokingly, those his tone was all seriousness.

“What do you mean, mon lupe?” the vampire asked a moment before opening his shields more and felt HER. But before he could warn the young wold, the door flew off its hinges and Illyria appeared. He may not have known her personally, but all in the Council had passed down the knowledge of the Old Ones, fathers and mothers of such as Marmee Noir, but so ancient and terrifying, their descendants had them imprisoned in the Deeper Well. Somehow, however, Illyria had escaped.

“Halfling, what did you know about what was done to me?” she demanded, and it took Jean Claude a moment to realize the God-King wore Winnifred's face.

Remembering his etiquette, he rounded his desk and bowed as deeply as possible in front of her. “I know not of which you speak, Old One.”

Illyria glanced over at Jason in disdain before advancing toward the vampire. She cocked her head to the side, studying him. “You mean to say your kinsman Angelus did not ask you for advice about binding my powers?” she spat out, her eyes glowing blue fire.

“I swear, Lady Illyria, I did not. Although, if I may be so bold as to ask what reason did they try to give for binding you?”

In answer, Illyria flung out her hand, destroying the paper screen he used to hide the torture coffins before speaking. “They told me my time shifting was beginning to unravel the thread of this timeline. I saw myself in a bar speaking to one of the Allsiders about why she wished to spare the humans the pains of all the knowledge she had one moment, then I was fighting the halfling Spike and then I was arguing with Angelus. He is the one who told me that if he hadn't bound me, I would have destroyed the whole of this thread of existence.”

“And what of Fred? The uh-” Jean Claude started.

“This shell? It will suffice for now, and since I retain enough of its surface memory, I can still travel as thus,” she explained, morphing into Fred.

“If it would please you, Illyria, I much prefer your original countenance- the God-King of the Primordium is something to be feared,” he said eloquently while Jason could only try and stay out of the way.

Illyria inclined her head and returned to her normal form. “It is good to know one of our allies did not assist in this. I will go and inform the halflings about this,” and with that, she left.

“Um, Master, what, if anything, should we do?” Jason asked hesitantly.

“Nothing for now, but I have been hearing whispers from the Council. This, combined with things ma petite tells me that she doesn't know are important, I feel the Mother is rising, and if so, who not but HER ancestor to rid us of a rather problematic issue?”

Chapter Text

Title: Infusion
Author: Christy
Rating: FR 15
Fandom/Theme: Angel/Resident Evil
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters featured here. They belong to their respective creators and production companies.
Distribution: NeverNormal, TtH, Ffnet
Series: FFA Madness #26; Deja Vu: Umbrella Style #2
FFA Pairing: Xander/Alice
Spoilers: None
Summary: Xander and Alice have a mission- is Umbrella Corp coming to town?

He knew he had her to thank for this extra “magic power” she'd ended up giving Xander when he'd needed that transfusion, but even Willow guessed that the reason the nanites bonded so well was his unique combination of the Hyena and the Soldier still parading through his body and blood. Alice had shown up in Cleveland through a tear in the fabric of space and other than going with Faith a few times to help find activated Potentials, she'd preferred to stay close to her apartment. Vi had asked her once why she preferred things that way and all Alice would say was “I need to prepare this version of Earth better than I did the last,” and would say no more about it.
But when the first ad for the new Umbrella Inc came on, she went into battle mode. Gathering the Senior Slayers and the rest of the Scooby Gang, she explained about where she'd come from and what was bound to happen if they didn't stop Umbrella in its infancy. Which is what found Xander and Alice staring at an old fortified building on the outskirts of Los Angeles that looked rather abandoned.
Xander stared at the trianimal insignia on the side of the building. “Wolfram and Hart- shoulda known they'd help other crazy meglomaniacs power bent on world domination and chaos into our dimension,” he snarked with a sigh. “By the way, why bring me along again? Cuz I'm the token white guy?”
Alice checked her arsenal before shooting a grapple line over the edge, then looked over at him. “No, it's because other than men, you're the hardest for them to kill now, if they're going to try for that zombie concept again. Zombies don't seem to like the taste of our blood because of the nanites,” she replied simply as she watched him repeat her actions before they headed over the wall. Now to find out what magical or scientific chaos was going on.

Chapter Text

Title: Angelic Visitation
Author: Christy
Rating: FR 15
Fandom/Theme: Buffy/House
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters featured here. They belong to their respective creators and production companies.
Distribution: NeverNormal, TtH, Ffnet
Series: FFA Madness #27; Drifting Through Your Mind #4
FFA Pairing: Buffy/House
Spoilers: None
Summary: Buffy pays House a visit.
Author's Note: I don't know why this is, but all my attempts at keeping some of my series light hearted and fun always end up delving into the serious aspects of life. *shrug* Guess it's just me being a typical Cap...dunno.

Gregory House had seen a few things in his time, including Wilson's dead girlfriend Amber, but when he woke up and saw the sunny blonde sitting on his trunk from med school, he was a bit baffled. He had no clue who she was and frowned down at his bedmate when Faith grumbled and turned over away from him.
He heard the girl chuckle and he turned back to her, narrowing his eyes in concentration. “Yeah, she'd do that whenever Robin woke up before her too. But, you're sure better than he ever was,” she commented darkly, then smiling as she looked down at the sleeping Slayer.
“So, lemme guess- this is play twenty questions with my subconscious again?” he asked snidely as he got out of bed and grabbed sweats before swiping his cane and heading into the kitchen. He merely shrugged when he arrived to find her swinging her legs back and forth, perched on the chopping block island. Grabbing a pan, he turned the burner on before digging around in the fridge for eggs and bacon to fry.
“Uh, just so ya know, Faith prefers scrambled over fried eggs,” the girl commented from behind him.
“Oh? And how would you know that, little miss figment?” Greg asked snarkily while he cracked tho in the pan and grabbed three more and a bowl to scramble.
“Oh yeah, I forgot to introduce myself- I'm Buffy. I'm the other original Slayer. Or, at least, I was, before someone decided to blow up Slayer Central in New Jersey last year,” she commented with a shrug.
Greg murmured noncommittally while grabbing some bread to toast. “So why me? Why now?” he asked, tossing eggs onto two plates, finishing the bacon and starting coffee.
Buffy jumped off the counter and leaned up against the refrigerator, arms crossed. “Well, see, here's the thing- there's this big bad coming and Faith’s been blocking out the Slayer dreams cuz she's too busy grieving still.” Greg thought back on a few nights where he'd come home from a case and find her in the living room in the dark, brooding, and frowned.
“Not only that, but we thought you might be able to help with this because Amber told me you could,” she said brightly.
House merely sighed and frowned down at the diminutive blonde. “Lovely- one bit of going over to the other side as an experiment, and I'm suddenly the Ghost Whisperer!”
Buffy continued to grin as Greg heard Faith stirring in the bedroom. “Yeah, welcome to the wonderful world of the supernatural. And, if ya can, could ya tell her I still love her?” she asked and then vanished.

Chapter Text

Title: Deeply Darker
Author: Christy
Rating: FR 15
Fandom/Theme: Buffy/Harry Potter
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters featured here. They belong to their respective creators and production companies.
Distribution: NeverNormal, TtH, AO3
Series: FFA Madness #29
FFA Pairing: Willow/Snape
Spoilers: None
Summary: Voldemort introduces his Death Eaters to their new weapon
Author's Note: This had originally been a FFA pairing, but was completed before I could post it...And yet, it will still go in the grouping, since I had it planned that way.

Severus stood off to the side in a semicircle with the rest of the Death Eaters. When the Dark Lord told you to be there for a meeting to introduce his new ally, you ignored the summons at your own peril. This was being demonstrated with great relish by Bellatrix on Rosier's screaming hide. You dumb prick he thought while remaining outwardly impassive. A death in the family does not preclude a summons!
Finally they heard the sibilant tones of Voldemort order a ceasing of the lesson and Bella reluctantly ended her Crucio. “My fellow Death Eaters, I bring news from America. When I returned to you, I soon sensed another powerful, dark mind across the Atlantic. I followed it to a small town on the western side of the country. I went and found a boy trying to convince this dark goddess to calm herself, and so, naturally, he had to die. May I present to you my Dark Queen, Willow.”
The way Voldemort introduced the petite, blood red haired woman had Bellatrix seeing green and expressing herself vehemently. “What is this darkling thing that she sits by your hand as I have done for so long before this?”
“Silence, Bella! Who do you imagine is truly Lord here?” Voldemort roared until Severus thought the fragile thread Lestrange kept on her sanity would break. But then, the Dark Lord's next words froze him in his tracks. “She is a wandless witch, so I am entrusting her to you, Severus, to train her where she lacks in Potions and the like, so as to be a fitting Queen for me once the Muggles and Harry Potter are eliminated.”

*****

“You don't have to be such a crankypants, ya know,” Willow commented with a pout as she leaned against the doorway to the kitchen at Spinners End. “Sourpusses never have any fun.”
“My sour expression, as you put it, is entirely due to my having to teach seven years of utter dunderheads, with few exceptions,” he explained tersely, measuring out leaves for tea.
Willow sauntered over and sat down where she could watch him, legs crossed and foot dangling. Snape took a moment to appreciate the beauty clad in a corset and leather pants in a similar dark red to her hair, but knew that if a wandless witch was helping Voldemort, he had to truly be on his guard. This was especially true since he wasn't too certain why, exactly, Voldemort truly had him training this young woman.
He stared at her through the steam after he'd served the tea and the silence seemed to thicken around them. Willow smirked for a moment before speaking. “So what are you going to teach me?” she asked, her eyes alight with lust, but it seemed more the lust for power than sex. Severus assumed as much, since he had often seen the same glint in the eyes of Voldemort during Dark Revels.
“I will attempt to teach you the subtle art of Potion Making, since the Dark Lord sometimes requires a better reminder for his enemies that he is not one to be toyed with,” he informed her.
Willow grinned. “Sounds like a blast to me.”

Chapter Text

Title: Third Time's the Charm
Author: Christy
Rating: FR 18
Fandom/Theme: Buffy/NCIS
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters featured here. They belong to their respective creators and production companies.
Distribution: NeverNormal, TtH, AO3
Series: FFA Madness #29; New Beginnings #2
FFA Pairing: Giles/Ducky
Spoilers: None
Summary: An old friend of Dr Mallard's has some bad news for him

Dr Mallard was in the middle of autopsy on a rather unfortunate midshipman who'd been out partying too much. He had been on leave and appeared to have taken a header off his third story balcony. Gibbs and his gut weren't buying it, so Ducky was double checking his results, just to be sure. He'd just found what looked like claw marks on one side, when he heard the door open behind him. Expecting Gibbs, he covered the suspicious marks and turned to greet him, only to find- “Rupert? What brings you to Washington? If you're looking for Alexander, he's out interviewing witnesses right now.”
Giles hugged his old friend. “No, I'm actually here to see you. Angel told me that somehow Drusilla managed to find a way to bring Darla back again. Something to do with her being the one to resire the blonde. The Council also isn't entirely sure what Drusilla's reasoning for her current plan is, if there is one. Only that, from what Angel was able to find out, Darla was brought back as a vampire, and is actively recruiting.”
Ducky sat down heavily onto a nearby stool. “Good Lord. I may not have been able to pass muster as a Watcher, but even I remember what I read about Darla and Drusilla.”
“Exactly so. And since Drusilla was last seen in New York, I wagered I'd warn you, just in case she decided to move this far south.”
Now slightly distracted, the ME pulled off his gloves mechanically and started shuffling papers while going through his mental list of things that were needed. What a time to run low on holy water! he thought as he turned back to Rupert. “I will be sure to pass along your warnings to Alexander as well once he returns.”
“Thank you, my friend,” and with that, Rupert was gone.

Chapter Text

Title: Femme Fatale
Author: Christy
Rating: FR 15
Fandom/Theme: Buffy/NCIS
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters featured here. They belong to their respective creators and production companies.
Distribution: NeverNormal, TtH, AO3
Series: FFA Madness #31; New Beginnings #3
FFA Pairing: Darla/DiNozzo
Spoilers: None
Summary: DiNozzo Finds out about the new game in town

The midshipman case had been a bust, with Ducky's best guess had been that someone had thrown the Navy man off the balcony and that person had weighed far more than anyone who had been present at the time of the murder. So after having to put a case in the cold files, to make matter worse, there had been a recent string of missing, and in a couple cases, dead people around a bar in Downtown DC near Dupont Circle called Nosferatu. Abby had told Tony how she and Xander had gone there once, but it had been too much of a meat market for them. When DiNozzo had mentioned this fact to Gibbs at the next debrief (one of the two dead bodies was a ensign that had last been stationed on the USS Harry Truman), Ziva had quipped that DiNozzo would fit right in. So Gibbs had put McGee on the paper trail, Ziva and Xander canvassing the witnesses, and he was currently being a overly sleazeball sleazeball, even for him. He could soon tell that Abby hadn't been joking- whatever flavor of the month was going on, this place definitely had it. He saw people dressed from the 20s to modern era and everything in-between.
“Ah, fresh meat!” someone said behind him, almost breathing down his neck. Tony whirled around, trying to contain the unmanly squeak he made, but the other man's chuckle said he hadn't been that successful.
“Be nice with our guests, David,” a feminine voice said as he felt someone come up on his other side.
“My apologies, Darla,” David said in a rush and then faded back into the crowd.
Tony glanced down and saw a fine boned blonde clad in a skintight red leather dress as she stuck out her hand for him to shake. “Darla. I'm the new manager here at Nosferatu.”
“A pleasure- I'm Tony.”
“Well, Tony, let me get you something to make up for the rudeness of some of my...employees.”
Tony mentally shrugged. He knew how to nurse a beer with the best of them.
****
“So tell me more of what it means to work for NCIS?” Darla coaxed, having moved them into a secluded booth after a couple rounds.
“Well, we all have dif-different teams to work with and I got the best one,” Tony told her, eyes slightly unfocused from the drug she'd slipped into his drink. “Especially that Ziva- she's smart and hot. Wish she'd gimme a chance,” he mumbled.
“And who else?” she whispered, her hand cool on his arm as she rubbed it up and town.
“Well, there's Gibbs, and, oh yeah, almost forgot our awesome Goth lab chick Abby and her guy,” he responded, glancing down at his empty glass with a frown.
Darla gritted her teeth and motioned for another drink. Damn idiot minion turning a military brat. At least the idiot's dusted now she thought. “Her man sounds enjoyable. Another little Goth like Abby? I love Goths- they taste of bitterness and despair. So yummy,” she purred.
“Yup, my good movie trivia buddy and all around nice guy, Xander,” Tony said with a grin as he rested his dizzy head back against the booth while Darla felt ice slither down her spine.
“Xander? Hmm I used to a boy by that name. I might even have a picture of him in my office, if you'd like to look.”
“Lead the way, pretty lady.”
*****
“Nice decor- lots of red,” DiNozzo commented, shaking his head as the dizziness started to fade.
“Yes, so much easier to hide the blood,” she commented right before Tony whirled around and threw his blessed water bottle at her. She shrieked and went to toss him into the wall, but he had a flare out and pointed in her direction in seconds, keeping her at bay. The door was soon kicked open and Ziva tackled Darla to the ground, cuffing her with special pairs of handcuffs halfway up her arms.
Darla whirled on him. “I gave you enough to knock you unconscious!”
Tony unbuttoned his shirt to show the damp towel underneath. “Too bad I didn't drink much.” Turning to his partner, he said “Can you be sure Xander gets here with the shirts before the Slayers? I really don't need any more of them disappearing.”

Chapter Text

Title: Welcome to Hogwarts
Author: Christy
Rating: FR 13
Fandom/Theme: Buffy/Harry Potter
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters featured here. They belong to their respective creators and production companies.
Distribution: NeverNormal, TtH, AO3
Series: FFA Madness #32; Hogwarts: The New Class #1
FFA Pairing: Cordelia/Snape
Spoilers: None
Summary: Cordelia comes to Hogwarts

The first time Cordelia met Professor Snape, she was just finishing her entrance interview with Headmistress McGonagall. Severus had stormed into her office, demanding to know why Pomona had told him Minerva had found another Defense teacher.
McGonagall had merely pursed her lips in irritation for a moment until the younger man had calmed down and then waved her hand to indicate the couture clad Cordelia. “Ms Chase, our Potions Master Severus Snape.”
“A pleasure,” Cordelia said with a grin and exchanged a look with the older woman.
“Please, Severus, sit and join us. We were just discussing how Professor Chase planned on handling this year's group of students,” McGonagall explained as she called for a house elf to serve tea.
Snape snorted. “You mean the passel of first years that will include that child Potter named in homage of Dumbledore and myself?” he asked with a sneer.
Minerva shook her head. “Harry holds the both of you in the highest esteem; not only that, but when Albus was born-”
“I was still in St Mungo's, recovering from Nagini's attack,” Snape put in with a weary sigh.
“All that being said, I had asked the Headmistress for the opportunity to speak with the previous DADA teachers to get an idea of what has normally been covered in years past,” Cordelia explained.
Severus snorted and held up his hand, ticking off each finger in turn. “When Mr Potter first came to Hogwarts, his first year teacher was harboring what little remained of the Dark Lord. His second year, the BOY was a charlatan thrust upon us by the school governors and is now in St Mungo's permanent ward due to his botched Obliviate. The child's third year? Well, I'm not sure how well you are at communing with the dead, since Professor Lupin died in the Battle of Hogwarts. Potter's fourth year teacher was a Voldemort sympathizer masquerading as an Order member. His fifth year was a Ministry fool who thought reading about defense was sufficient, and I was his for his sixth year. Since then, we had now-Minister Shacklebolt for a few years while Minerva was recovering and Felicity Mills, who was on loan to us from the Watcher's Council until she was killed in an apparent demon attack this summer,” Severus summarized.
Cordelia did a slow blink. “Sounds like Harry had about as much to deal with as Buffy did growing up,” she said and glanced off to the side in thought. “I knew Felicity, too. I'll try to do her proud.”
McGonagall held out a hand as they all stood. “I will leave it to Severus to show you to your rooms. I may have survived when others thought I wouldn't, but these old bones need more rest than they used to.”
The brunette seer nodded her head in understanding. “I'll be sure to let Willow know you'd like some more of her joint cream.”
*****
Snape shook his head in dismay as they descended the staircase. “Pretty obvious ploy, huh?” Cordelia said from behind him.
Severus waited until they were walking abreast to reply. “Yes, Minerva is determined to welcome you to Hogwarts quite readily, thought I am puzzled.”
“Oh? Do tell, Tall, Dark and Broody. I've got one of you already back in LA.”
“You're an American and have some witch in you, but what else do you bring to the position? And how did you know Felicity? While she was a Professor, she was not wont to say much about herself.”
Cordelia snorted. “I've been friends with the Queen Slayer since high school...well, we're friends NOW, anyway. The witchy part was given to me by the Powers because of visions. I guess you could say I grew up learning how to defend myself before I was Vision Gal. The kids'll be fine.”
“I see,” he murmured as they came to her rooms. Bowing, he said “I will see you at dinner,” and with a swirl of his robes, he was gone.

Chapter Text

Title: Family Connections
Author: Christy
Rating: FR 18
Fandom/Theme: Buffy/In Death
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters featured here. They belong to their respective creators and production companies.
Distribution: NeverNormal, TtH, AO3
Chapters: 1/2
Series: FFA Madness #33
FFA Pairing: Buffy/Eve Dallas
Spoilers: None
Summary: Eve finds out something about her past

It was end of shift and with both Peabody and McNabb on vacation, Eve was looking forward to filing the last of her Sevens and going home to seduce Roarke. Then Baxter had to grab her on the way out.
“Hey, Lieu- just got notice of somebody screaming off of Avenue B. I'd take it, but me and Trueheart still have that one witness left to interview on that slash and grab off of Seventh,” he said with a wince.
“Yeah, I know- the cute widow. Don't worry; I'll run by on my way home.”

****

When she got to the tenement the front desk officer had described, the shabby building falling into disrepair didn't mean much to her. Homicides happened everywhere, to everyone; she'd learned that at a much earlier age than most. She was a little ways away from 217 when she smelled it- blood and lots of it. The coppery new penny smell was something she'd know anywhere. Drawing her police issue and calling dispatch to tell them her updated status, she slowly approached, toeing the door open and announcing herself after taking a moment to seal up. The scene in the living room alone was chaos. Blood splattered the walls and she could make out at least one body, or pieces of one so far.
Thanking the fact it was a cool fall day, since these type of accommodations rarely sprung from internal climate control, Eve continued to scan the living/dining area. Off to her left was a hallway where she could see a kitchen inlet and what looked like bedrooms beyond, while a window open to catch what little breeze there was and an open, empty closet was off to her right. She stepped as gingerly as possible around the mess and headed down the hallway. Bedroom number one yielded what looked like the rest of the guy in the living room. Bedroom number two had another dead body, this one with his throat torn out. Opening the door to the bathroom, she found a survivor- a shivering blonde. Eve called the scene in again, adding a request for Medical and crouched down by the girl. Green eyes met brown and for a moment, Eve felt like she was staring into the mirror. She'd seen the same broken look in her own eyes at eight years old, though the woman in front of her was much older.
“Hey there- what's your name?”
“E-Elizabeth Summers,” the girl managed to get out through chattering teeth, her body shaking from the shock.
“Well, don't worry; we'll get someone here to look you over and clean you up.”

****

Eve rubbed her forehead, her frustration visible to the rest of the team. First, the Sweepers had wanted her clothes for exemplars, so she'd had to call Roarke and she knew that meant he'd show up to her crime scene in one of his shiny new toys instead of just sending a droid by with them. The good news about Summers was that she appeared to only have minor cuts, and that most of the blood seemed to be from the two men. Since both men seemed like they'd been attacked by someone high on Zeus, she'd quietly asked the EMTs to send off some of Miss Summers' blood for testing.
Just then, there was the sound of feet on the stairs and Eve turned to see her husband standing there, his eyes serious and concerned. “How bad is it?” he asked, the flow of Ireland ever present in his voice. Eve took a moment to take him all in. He was wearing a blue sweater that seemed to make his eyes even bluer and dark wash jeans with boots that she was sure were worth about a month of her pay, if not more. She smiled softly, as overwhelmed as always when it hit her how much she loved him. But, to the task at hand, she said “It's pretty bad. The two victims died in a bloodbath and I have one female witness who may or may not have done it. I've still gotta check with Morris, too, since he's still busy picking up pieces of victim number one,” then winced at her husband's brief look of disgust. “Sorry.”
“No need,” he murmured, handing her a tote of clothes and kissing her lightly, ignoring her grumbles. Laying a finger along her bottom lip, he simply said “Take care of my cop,” and walked back downstairs.
Once changed, Eve Sealed Up again and began to walk the scene again, trying to get the sequence of events down in her mind.

****

Wishing she'd caught this next week once her partner was back in town, Eve asked the desk nurse which room her witness was in. Walking into the room, she could see they'd done a dermal regeneration on her scrapes and the younger woman was looking much better. “Miss Summers, I'm sorry I didn't have time before to ask you about what you knew, but what can you tell me about what happened?”
Elizabeth looked up in the air for a moment before replying. “Well, the one guy, Jason, had been my friend since I lived in London. We'd both come back here to the States and I came over to visit him, but when I got to his place, there was a blue haired woman just killing him. Uh, I screamed and she streaked right past me. I think she might've been on that one drug they talk about on the news sometimes..um, Zeus, is it?” she asked and Eve nodded.
“Well, that's when I ran to try and save my friend- the other guy was already dead, but I tried to save Jason. That's how I got all the blood on me, and I think I slipped on the floor a couple of times,” she said softly, staring off into the distance as if reliving the events of the evening.
“Well, Dispatch got the call rather quickly, so that's something positive. The nurse said they were planning on releasing you tonight. Where are you staying while you're in town?” she asked as Miss Summers rattled off an Upper East Side address, not too far from where she and Roarke lived.
“Thank you again, and I'll be in touch if I have any other questions.”

****

Eve stopped in on the morgue where Morris had apparently managed to reassemble the first victim. He glanced up as she entered and motioned for a tube of Pepsi, which Eve obliged while getting herself one as well.
“Your first victim is an Arthur Whitby, formerly of Surrey. That would be a town in England,” he continued off of Eve's confused look. “I will leave it to you to research his background more thoroughly, but as to cause of death? He was attacked in the bedroom, his head violently torn from his body and thrown into the living room after the attacker was finished. Your witness, by the way, was clean. The hospital Cc'd me on her bloodwork. Your second victim was killed with one swift slash across the throat with claws of some sort, but the particulates in the wound don't match with any animal talon or claw. It's a polymer that the computer says that a composite of it hasn't been manufactured since the time of the Greeks.”
Eve looked blank for a moment. “How old are we talking?”
“Ballpark? 2500 BC or later. I don't know how your killer got a hold of whatever weapon it is, but I'd start looking at local antiquities dealers or buyers for a start,” he advised and Eve thanked him for the soda and headed back out.

****

Screw the antique stores for now Eve thought as she dragged herself home. I have my own personal dealer I can ask. Leaving her car in front of the house as per usual, she was pleased when Galahad was the only male to greet her. Letting the large tabby pad up the stairs behind her, she wandered into Roarke's office, not surprised to see him up and dressed in one of his Buy Half the World suits as the sunrise peeked through the curtains.
“So how goes the world domination biz?” she asked, as she wandered over to kiss him hello.
“MMM, merely bought another coffee plantation in Chile to keep my wife in the one thing she enjoys in this world,” he commented as he pulled her onto his lap. “I didn't hear anything on the news about your latest case, which is not a surprise. Tenement murders are too common for the new to cover. Do you need me to stand in for Peabody until she returns?”
Eve shrugged. “I don't mind, usually, plus this one looks like the victim our witness knew was killed with a weapon from Greece. You don't happen to have anything like that, do you?” she asked, jumping up and heading to the AutoChef to program a pot of coffee.
“Modern or Ancient Greece?” he asked, walking over and taking one of the cups from her.
“Morris said 2500BC or later, so Ancient,” she told him as they wandered back over to his console.
“I can send you what pieces might fit with your search from our collection, and give you the names of some other collectors in the area by this evening. I shouldn't be too long today,” he told her as he kissed her goodbye and headed downstairs.

****

Eve had only managed a couple more hours before her eyes glazed over and she dragged herself to the bedroom, falling face-down after kicking off her boots. Roarke came home sometime around 6 that evening to find her still in that position, Galahad's bi-colored eyes blinking up at him from his favorite perch on Eve's butt.
“I know that Summerset has your dinner downstairs,” he told the cat as he pulled off his jacket and tie as he watched the tomcat head downstairs. He closed the door behind him and then began the always enjoyable process of seducing his wife awake.
Afterwards, she curled into him, blissful and content for a moment, but Roarke could hear her thinking rather hard. “What's on your mind, Eve?”
She rolled over to get up and throw on some sweats and an old NYPSD shirt. “Something's off about the victims. I mean, if Summers' friend could live in London, why was he living in a shack in New York?”
“Well, I am sure that we can look into both that and my explanation on what I found out regarding my antiques contacts over a meal and the Unregistered,” he explained as he dressed and led the way to the elevator.
Eve turned to him, a grin on her face, feeling re-energized from the wonderful sex and the lust of the chase. “As long as I get to pick the meal.”

****

She paced back and forth while Roarke grabbed her case files with practiced ease and quickly scanned through the pertinent information. “I'm currently running searched on both Summers and Whitby, but the other guy? Her friend Jason? His prints are coming up empty,” indicating the pictures on her murder board.
Roarke turned to her as he dragged his hair back into a tail and rolled up his sleeves. “Well, then, let's see what we find out, shall we?”

Chapter Text

Title: Family Connections
Author: Christy
Rating: FR 18
Fandom/Theme: Buffy/In Death
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters featured here. They belong to their respective creators and production companies.
Distribution: NeverNormal, TtH, AO3
Chapters: 2/2
Series: FFA Madness #33
FFA Pairing: Buffy/Eve Dallas
Spoilers: None
Summary: Eve finds out something about her past

“Well, the bad news is there are plenty of Elizabeth Summers, even with her specifications. Arthur Whitby, however, is a singular individual. Born in Perth Australia in August of 2025, he was a mere child during most of the Urbans. Hired as a clerk while still in primary school, he has risen in the ranks through the years to become the Undersecretary to a Liam Chase at a London based business known as the International Watchers Initiative. Mr Chase, incidentally, is listed as the Chief Financial Officer of said company,” Roarke informed her, pulling up a picture of Chase. “Now, having had a little free time while I looked up this information this afternoon, the International Watchers Initiative is quite interesting, which is why I wanted to be on the Unregistered. I've been peeling layer upon layer of security off, which isn't surprising, and I keep finding links to them or people high up in their organization in nearly every major country so far. One of the main things I've managed to uncover so far is that they were one of the first companies in the States and Britain to start relief efforts near the end of the Urban Wards. But a large portion of their funding seems rather tied up for a securities company,” he commented absently.
“Well, you keep at that angle, and I'm going to go talk to Miss Summers,” Eve said after a blistering hot kiss from her husband.

****

She was still on her way when Morris called, relaying the information that the same ancient composite had been found in the wounds in both victims, and that the other victim's full name was a Jason Harris. Eve thanked him as she pulled up in front of Elizabeth's brownstone. The petite blonde ushered her inside and into a tastefully decorated living room. Picking up a nearby tablet, she handed it to Eve. “I'm not the best at art, but this is the girl I saw in James' apartment,” Elizabeth explained.
Eve copied the drawing of a tall, slim, blue haired woman onto her PPC before handing it back. “Do you know the woman?”
“No, not that I can think of,” she replied with a shake of her head, as she motioned for Eve to sit down and took a seat on a couch opposite Eve.
“Do you know If Jason had been having any trouble at work lately? At home?”
Elizabeth shrugged. “I know there were a few things at work he wanted to revamp.”
“Where did Jason work?”
“International Watchers' Initiative. His grandfather was one of the founding Council members about 60 years ago, I think.”
Eve asked her a few more questions, but nothing else set her instincts flaring like the fact of where Jason had been employed. She was heading back home when Roarke called her. “I'm not sure what the bloody hell is going on, but I must have tripped an internal alarm of some sort.”
“But, I thought that wasn't possible with the Unregistered!” Eve exclaimed.
“Nor should it, but all the same, there's suddenly this redheaded woman on the screen thanking me for my continued interest in the Watcher's Council and that someone would be contacting me shortly. Now, it's like the company doesn't even exist on my computers,” he growled, frustration clear on his face.
Eve whipped back around to head back the way she'd come, but the away message was on, and without more to go on, a frustrated Eve could only leave a message requesting Elizabeth to contact her as soon as possible.
Calling Feeney up in EDD, she relayed a request for his department to look into exactly what the International Watchers Initiative was and what they were doing these days.
By the time she got home, Roarke was in the middle of a punishing workout routine, so Eve took her frustrations out on one of his better built workout droids. After showering, which had taken longer than Eve had anticipated by the sheer fact of Roarke pushing her up against the shower wall and screwing her until she was limp, Summerset notified them that there was a Liam Chase and a Jesse Summers at the door. The couple glanced grimly at each other before Roarke told Summerset to put them in one of the smaller living rooms.

****

Liam Chase turned out to be a good sight younger than his photos and Jesse had long hair and legs to go along with a dazzling smile. She approached Eve, hand out, saying “I'm sorry you both got dragged into this, but hopefully, once we explain things, you might understand everything a little bit better.”
Roarke, ever the polite host, waved the two to seats, though drinks weren't offered. Liam leaned forward, an earnest expression on his face. “We know you're a very good, trustworthy homicide cop, Liuetenant Dallas, but the Watchers' Council has to make sure our secrets are safeguarded, so when your husband started unravelling our security precautions, especially after the notification that Jason had been murdered, we felt coming in person to explain why your case was so unusual would be best.”
Eve shrugged. “Other than the unusual woman high on Zeus killing two grown men, it isn't that out of the ordinary for me,” she said calmly, deliberately downplaying things.
“It is if it was one of quite a few demons that don't care for the knowledge the Council possess,” Jesse put in blandly.
“Demons? As in women with blue hair and lots of strength?” Eve blurted out and watched Liam and Jesse trade looks.
“Could be...might even be Lyri, but why would she go after Jason?” Jesse whispered to her companion.
Eve mulled it over for a moment, then decided if these two were part of a company that could hack an Unregistered, they might have as much a reason as her to get to the truth.
Roarke read her decision in her stance and switched gears, asking the pair what they would like for drinks. After serving them, as well as pouring glasses of wine for himself and his wife, he sat back and waited for Eve to continue. “My witness said that Jason had come back to the States from London to help revamp the way your Council was working,” she told them, watching them for their reactions.
Liam's eyes narrowed in concentration. “Did they happen to mention what things he wanted to change?”
Eve shrugged. “Just something about a coming of age test needing to be reintroduced.”
Jesse paled and turned to Liam. “I can think of only one test Jason would've been nuts enough to think would work, but only the Old Guard would've heard of it.”
Liam nodded. “I know Giles refused to let Faith go through it when her daughter was threatened by the Old Council.” Turning to Eve and Roarke, he asked “Can I talk to your witness if possible? I know this is a police investigation, but if Jason was trying to bring back the Crucientum, I need to know who else could be involved.”
“What is the Crucientum?” Roarke asked, and Liam sighed.
“First, I have to explain to you about how the world is older than you knew...”

****

Eve turned to look, incredulous, at her husband, who was merely nodding along with Liam and Jesse's explanation, as if everything made sense now. “Vampires? Magic? What the hell is going on here?” she blurted out, not being able to take it any more.
Roarke looked at her and shrugged. “The supernatural is real,” he told her calmly.
Eve's lips thinned. “I still think it's bullshit, but I'll get to the bottom of this,” she said. Pointing at Liam, she said, “You're coming with me. Roarke, watch Miss Summers. The two of us are going on a little road trip.”
She pulled up to the brownstone moments later and stormed up the steps, Liam close behind her. When she got the same away message as earlier, she growled at the ident screen. “Look, this is my badge number and I am here on official NYPSD business. Either you open up with an activated droid or-”
“Actually, that won't be necessary, Lieutenant; this is a Council safe house. Why are we here again, exactly?”
“Because my witness, Miss Summer, is staying here house sitting for friends,” Eve informed him as he swiped his identicard and let her in the door.
Liam hummed and nodded as Eve began searching the rooms downstairs and he followed without commenting.
“Would this be her, Lieutenant Dallas?” he asked after a moment, showing her a picture on his PPC of a smiling blonde, surrounded on either side by a redheaded girl and a brunette boy.
“Yes, that's her. How did you know who my witness was?”
With a sigh, he walked over to a panel in the kitchen, pressed a button, then, when prompted, said “Angel Alpha Remember One” and part of the wall rotated, revealing a digital screen that kept showing smiling faces and then grave markers. “Buffy Summers marker,” he requested and then beckoned Eve closer.
She saw a picture of a gravestone that read Buffy Anne Summers 1981-2034 She saved the world- a lot
“So then, who the fuck did I talk to?” she demanded, slamming Liam up against the wall.
“You met Buffy,” he said simply. “My guess is that when she noticed what was going on, she went to the Powers That Be and asked to help. That, and I think she'd do anything for family,” he said softly.
Eve's eyes grew cold. “You don't know my family,” she spat out.
“Maybe not your parents, but you have the look and attitude of all the Summers women. Like I told you before, I knew them back in the day, but we can definitely look more into that later,” the vampire told her, not wanting to upset her more than he already had.
She started to head out, then turned back to look at him. “So, now we know who the witness was- who or what was it that killed those two men?”
Angel chuckled. “Allow me to explain to you and your husband about the interesting story surrounding Illyria, former Godhead of the Primordium.”

Chapter Text

Title: Not What You Think
Author: Christy
Rating: FR 15
Fandom/Theme: Buffy/X-Files
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters featured here. They belong to their respective creators and production companies.
Distribution: NeverNormal, TtH, AO3
Series: FFA Madness #34
FFA Pairing: Willow/Fox Mulder
Spoilers: None
Summary: Mulder finds out there's more to life than aliens.

Willow sat down in the car, pinching her nose and muttering something along the lines of “It's never as easy when they actually believe,” but Mulder wasn't quite sure. He'd been in the X-Files for six years, and after Scully was shot and put on leave last year, he'd expected another case of Krycek, but got another redheaded scientist. Though, to be honest, she'd always believed more of the outlandish stories than even he had, mostly those about demon possession, magic, and non-alien abductions. As Willow had told him when they first met, “It's not that I don't believe in aliens, but some things I've found to have more concrete evidence as of yet.” Yet, with their latest case, he hadn't known what to believe.
One moment, they'd been going to interview the women who'd witnessed a massacre in LA, and the next, Willow had whipped out a cross, pointing it at the two ladies and muttering things in Latin while pushing Mulder behind her, even as her hair bled from blood red to black to pure white.
“Ooh, the little witch likes the Dark,” the brunette woman cooed as she jumped up and down while clapping her hands.
His partner of nearly three years kept the cross steady and on the two in front of her while she rolled her eyes. “Really, Dru? Why do you think I got with the FBI? Because Angel and Buffy need a little more help against the likes of you, especially since Cordelia told me how you and Darla here made Angel go dark again.”
Fox frowned in confusion as the blonde pouted. “It's not our fault that he couldn't handle things- he tried to get me Redeemed, but there's no help for those of the Order of Aurelius- we all go insane in the end,” she commented with a grin.
“Not my fault that most of your line likes to torture before turning,” Willow rejoined with a shrug. “As it stands, I'm guessing you two were the reason for the massacre in the first place, so we'll be sure to reflect that in our reports.” Turning to go, she led Mulder in front of her, then held up a finger in remembrance, and turned back around. “Oh, and if you try to follow us in the next twenty minutes, there's a timer spell on the mantle. Try and pass through it before the twenty minutes is up and you'll both get a little warm and crispy. Night, ladies.”

****

Once back in the car, Willow had taken the driver's seat while Mulder simply sat in the passenger seat, still a bit stunned. They were halfway back to their hotel before he said anything. “How did you know who- what they were? There's nothing in your files to indicate-”
“Actually, there is. I grew up in Sunnydale, California, home to the Boca del Infierno.”
Fox tried to remember his high school Spanish. “The Mouth of Hell?!”
“Yep! Grew up on the Hellmouth; helped defeat demons, vampires, ghosts, and one computerized guy who wanted to kill Mrs Summers.”
“So how'd you get into the Academy?”
Willow shrugged as she took the next exit. “Let's just say the Army owed me a few favors after the Scooby Gang help clean up their mess,” she said caustically enough to make him wince.
“And, those, uh, vampires back there?”
“Darla and Dru? Bad bitches of the worst kind. I'm not surprised you bought their sad, traumatized little girl routine- it's worked for them both for a couple centuries now. That's how Darla hooked Angel the first time,” she told her partner offhandedly as they pulled up in front of the Hyperion.
“Wait, you mean your friend Angel is a vampire?”
“Yep,” she chirped and she headed inside and Fox followed behind, shaking his head.
And I thought aliens were bad.

Chapter Text

Title: A Marine Prepared
Author: Christy
Rating: FR 15
Fandom/Theme: Buffy/NCIS
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters featured here. They belong to their respective creators and production companies.
Distribution: NeverNormal, TtH, AO3
Series: FFA Madness #35; New Beginnings #4
FFA Pairing: Darla/Gibbs
Spoilers: None
Summary: Gibbs interrogates Darla.

Darla smirked and studied her nails as she listened to the whispering going on behind the two-way glass. Apparently, no one in the Council told them about a vampire’s heightened senses she thought for a moment before a siren erupted, making her cringe and cover her ears in pain.
An older gentleman walked into the room as the ringing subsided, a smirk on his own face. “Crude but effective; sounds like Harris alright,” he commented to her as he sat down. Keeping the folder closed in front of him, he studied her through narrowed eyes. She already knew this was Special Agent Jethro Gibbs- her spies had been nothing but thorough on the main members of his team. How they’d missed the fact that one of his newest members came from Sunnydale meant she’d be short a couple of spies once she was out of custody.
“So, Darla, you gonna tell me why you and your crew has been using Nosferatu as your feeding grounds lately?” he asked, ignoring her shocked expression. Humans outside the Council preferred sticking their heads in the sand, but she could see this wouldn’t be the case with Gibbs or his people.
“I mean,” he continued “We would have been fine with the Slayers policing you as they generally do, but you had to go and kill an ensign, and, well, the Navy takes justice on those kinds of cases a bit more seriously. You understand?”
Darla put on her most ingratiating smile. “Agent Gibbs, I’m sure this is all just one big misunderstanding. I mean, you can’t blame me for something a random patron did,” she said, holding her hands out to him, a mockery of innocence.
Gibbs nodded in understand as he opened up the folder and glanced down at the contents. “Yes, we can’t charge you if some random person just happened to be using your club as a hunting ground, but when we have evidence about your little exploits here in town since Drusilla brought you back,” he said, slamming down photos of her in full vamp face feeding on one of her victims and another shot of her and Dru talking.
“But- how? You’re not Council - they don’t like working with law enforcement!”
Jethro’s grin grew wider. “Oh, that may be how it was with the previous Watchers, but the New Council is perfectly happy with my team being read in after the fact. So now, we turn you over to the Slayers and register a prisoner escape with full knowledge from those of higher rank than me,” he told her as the door opened to reveal an older, wiser Buffy with a wide grin on her face.
“Darla, so good to see you again!”

Chapter Text

Title: Eddies
Author: Christy
Rating: FR 13
Fandom/Theme: Buffy/Quantum Leap
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters featured here. They belong to their respective creators and production companies.
Distribution: NeverNormal, TtH, AO3
Series: FFA Madness #36; Supernatural Leap #2
FFA Pairing: Connor/Sam Beckett
Spoilers: None
Summary: Connor explains to Sam why what he did was a good thing.

 

Sam knew that he’d thought time stood still but he HAD seen more and more grey in Al’s hair the past few times he’d leaped. Then, after that final Leap into the Slayer, he’d woken up to see everybody around his hospital bed. Al had been the one to break it to him that it was now 2002 and a lot had happened since he’d left. There were plenty of technological advances, to be sure, but also quite a few tragedies. Al gave him a personal computer he called a laptop with a document file that he and Ziggy had put together of the major things that they thought Sam should know about. It had been a couple years since that point, and Sam was working on streamlining what remained of the project when his secretary told him he had a visitor.
Coming up for air from the side project he’d been working on with Ziggy and Gooshie, as Al was busy in Norfolk, he walked over to shake the hand of the young man who walked in. “Hello, I’m Doctor Beckett. What can I do for you?”
“My name is Connor Chase. I work for a concerned party in their investment division and came to ask you some questions about the current progress of your Quantum Leap project,” he explained as Sam motioned them both to seats in his office.
“What about Quantum Leap would you like to know? It’s back to merely being a theoretical construct right now, since my reason for continuing to Leap was apparently to fix, uh, how had they put it? Oh yeah- fix the damage the wolf, ram and heart had done to the timeline.”
Connor leaned forward, fierce intent in his eyes. “Did you say Wolfram and Hart?” he demanded.
“Well, I guess you could say that too- didn’t know there was a law firm by that name until after I got back. But, what happened is that after my last leap...Well, you wouldn’t want to know all that. Even my buddy Al thought I was crazy when I told him,” Sam said hesitantly, not sure if he even believed it himself after all this time.
Connor leaned back in his chair, a wry smirk on his face. “Try me; you’d be surprised the kind of things I’ve heard.”
Sam sighed and shrugged. “After my last leap, when I ended up having to not save someone to keep the timeline working, two blue skinned people in Grecian robes told me about why I’d been leaping and how Nikki had had to die so that others would live. I guess it had to do with some chick named Buffy and some vampire named Angelus, but you probably don’t believe in the supernatural.”
Connor started to grin. “Not only to I believe in it, but would you like to meet the two people you saved? I promise my father isn’t the evil vampire you might have heard he used to be.”
Sam did a double take. “Wait a minute- your father?! Oh boy.”

Chapter Text

Title: Atonement
Author: Christy
Rating: FR 15
Fandom/Theme: Buffy/Merry Gentry
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters featured here. They belong to their respective creators and production companies.
Distribution: NeverNormal, TtH, AO3
Series: FFA Madness #37; Guarding the Princess #12
FFA Pairing: Buffy/Merry Gentry
Spoilers: None
Summary: Another member of the Scooby Gang manages to escape

Buffy hadn’t expected any other reception than the one she currently had - weapons, spells, guns - all aimed in her direction. She merely stood there as the mages studied her. She could sense her sister Slayer somewhere in the complex, but not exactly where. Her chest ached when she thought of all the harm she’d caused to those she loved. So this is what Angel went through for all those years, she thought. It’s a wonder he didn’t go crazy.
“What business do you have here, demon?” demanded a silver haired far leveling a Browning 1911 at her head.
Putting her hands further up in the air, she called out “People who know who my little sister is and what she can do with an Orb of Thesulah without needing the ritual and the fact that I’m talking about Dawn at all.” Her statement was clear enough to echo through the courtyard as Frost exchanged a look with Doyle.
“How should we best verify this?” he asked.
Doyle smirked. “We let Meredith talk to her - in the Rose Garden. The sithen is well enough that should she wish any of us harm, the roses will do their job.”

*****

Buffy marveled at the sheer variety of the roses, but also noticed the vines kept close to her as she walked toward Queen Meredith, flanked by Sholto and Rhys, while Doyle and Frost followed herself. For not being much more than her own height, the Queen of that Which Walks Between had a very forbidding, untouchable air about her. Literally enthroned amongst the roses, Merry simply studied Buffy as the latter curtsied.
“My guards tell me you showed up in the entrance to the sithen in a flash of green light. Would you care to elaborate on that?”
Buffy shrugged, still a bit unsure herself. “My sister, Dawn, is the Key. She can use her blood to create portals and anchor them if needed. But, part of the spell that sent her to me to protect meant that those that wished her harm would forget who she was if they’d known before.”
Merry merely raised a brow and motioned the vampire to continue. “At much risk to herself, since the letter of the spell that created her as my sister meant Willow and Xander might still know who she was, managed to find an Orb in Giles’ belongings and cursed me with a soul before sending me here.”
“And your sister?”
“With all possible guardians in our world gone, she, she dissolved back into the ether,” Buffy explained, a tear rolling down her cheek.
Meredith glanced amongst her men for a moment, deep in thought. “There are no vampires such as you in this world,” she reminded the blonde.
Buffy shrugged, resigned. “Just put me where you need me. I don’t know why Dawn didn’t leave me there...hell, I don’t even know why she wanted to send me here, if there aren’t any vampires, though I kinda have an idea. But, I’m strong and can help out wherever you might need it.”
“This is something that needs a bit more time and discussion between myself and those I trust. We will find you accommodations for the night and make our decision after that.”

Chapter Text

Title: The Elder Ones
Author: Christy
Rating: FR 15
Fandom/Theme: Buffy/Anita Blake
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters featured here. They belong to their respective creators and production companies.
Distribution: NeverNormal, TtH, AO3
Series: FFA Madness #38; A Bigger World #3
FFA Pairing: Illyria/Marmie Noir
Spoilers: None
Summary: Illyria confronts one of her children.

It was the slipper she noticed first. The jeweled slipper she remembered hiring an artisan to design because her daughter had wished it - then having the man executed so that he could not do so for anyone else. Illyria also noted that her daughter had gotten better at drawing the shadows around herself to hide in.
“People that have grown up since we were strong have grown jealous of the powers we would wield,” the Mother of All Darkness whispered as Illyria came into the chamber.
Illyria smirked as she watched Marmie pace her room. “They mean to kill you, much as they tried with me before,” she commented offhandedly, as if the Vampire Council plotting to kill the creator of all vampires was an everyday occurrance.
“They have even corrupted my Harlequin,” she pouted, abandoning her shadows for her True Face, knowing her parent was one of the few to handle it.
“Then we must work on preserving what of you we can, because your foolish children would rather destroy us both than listen.”
Mother grinned ferally. “I have a connection to the necromancer and have used her to call my Cats together. I need power to withstand what the Council plans.”
”Why not simply consume her body for your purposes as I did with this shell?”
Her daughter growled in frustration. “Because part of what makes her so powerful a necromancer is her ability to refuse me unless I overwhelm her defenses. That, and I do not think the Master she is the human servant for would stand idly by should I attempt it.”
“Then we must work on severing those ties before letting her be consumed. My daughter, there is still much time.”

Chapter Text

Title: Darkness Replaced
Author: Christy
Rating: FR 15
Fandom/Theme: Buffy/Merry Gentry
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters featured here. They belong to their respective creators and production companies.
Distribution: NeverNormal, TtH, AO3
Series: FFA Madness #39; Guarding the Princess #13
FFA Pairing: Buffy/Queen Andais
Spoilers: None
Summary: Buffy explains things to the Queen of the Unseelie.

Merry and Faith had tried to give Buffy a crash course in Fae etiquette, but Faith knew there was a very good chance her former Sister Slayer only took in every other word thrown at her. With that in mind, Faith had advised Frost to keep close to Buffy with both Winter’s Kiss and a stake. It wasn’t much, but when Andais called for an audience not two days after Buffy appeared; well, the consensus was that it could quickly turn into something akin to Meredith’s initial return. However, Doyle had bargained that once Buffy had been Challenged by any of the offended Unseelie, the as yet unspoken factor of the blonde being a vampire could work in her favor.

*****

Buffy had been surprised when Meredith had arrived to help her get ready, tunic, vest and leather pants in hand. “I thought you wanted me going as one of your guards,” she asked as Merry briskly laid out the black and white attire.
“Normally, yes, but for this initial introduction, we’re trying to present you as a warrior equal, not a princess or female of noble birth. It’s a distinct difference that I don’t have time to explain to you in more detail,” the Sidhe explained with a slight wince. “All I can say is to just trust me. Faith is a good friend and you've proved yourself Sister of her heart. I have your best interests in mind; I promise.”

*****

Buffy fidgeted from one foot to the other as Meredith, Faith and the rest of their entourage bowed obsequiously in front of Andais and took their places on the heir’s dais after she acknowledged them. Doyle stood at her side, a dark shadow waiting to introduce her to the Queen of Air and Darkness.
“I have heard, Meredith, that another from the Slayer’s land has managed to find her way to our court.”
“Yes, my Queen, she has. If it would please you, I would introduce you to Lady Summers, another known warrior in her own land,” Merry said with her usual courtly manners.
Andais inclined her head minutely in acknowledgment and motioned to where Doyle and Buffy waited in the entryway. The blonde was barely through the doorway when Merry watched as she seemed to trip and tumbled, ending up in a crouch, knives in hand, eyes sweeping back and forth across the room.
“I see that some in my court have not learned from previous errors that to harm someone I have invited to my court and given reasonable assurances of safety would attempt to injure while here is a poor decision.” Andais’s cold tone cut through the room like ice. “Oh, Meredith, you have brought me a wondrous warrior. Her expertise should be a welcome addition to this court,” the Queen continued.
Buffy, true to form at not remembering when it was best to shut up, said “Well, yeah, that, and vampire reflexes don’t hurt either,” and shrugged as she stood up.
A murmur ran through the room as Andais motioned Doyle and Buffy closer. Just then, one of the nobles, Cadawg, stood up, fury evident in his stance. “My Queen, you cannot countenance bringing demonspawn into our Court!” he declared moments before a blonde blur rushed across the room and steel was up against his neck. Buffy hadn’t even vamped out.
“Look here, buddy, and listen good,” she hissed. “I may have been turned, but I had my soul anchored with Key energy. I’ve also been a Slayer, and if you’d been paying attention to Faith over there at all, you’d know what a threat we can be.”
Sheathing her dagger, she went to walk back over towards Merry and the Queen, but halted at Cadawg’s next sneered question. “My Queen, you would let a mongrel dare challenge me in open court?”
Andais seemed to mull that over for a moment before standing up and walking down from her dais, heading toward Buffy, whose back was still towards most of the court. Placing a hand on the younger woman’s shoulder, she instead addressed Cadawg. “That would be true, except that one cannot challenge one of the Royal Guard. If that were true, I am sure my warriors would faint from the strain of constant challenge.”
Cadawg could only sputter. “You would announce a mongrel as guard?”
The Queen grew thunderous. “Some here have forgotten who is Queen here! Cadawg, deliver yourself to the Hallway of Mortality at once!” Turning back around, she tucked Buffy’s hand into the crook of her elbow and leaned in close.
“As my niece learned early in life, no one in this court is here to be your friend. Always be on your guard when you are at my Court,” she advised before leading Buffy to her seat and commencing the banquet for the rest of the gathered Unseeelie.

Chapter Text

Title: With Age Comes Wisdom
Author: Christy
Rating: FR 15
Fandom/Theme: Buffy/Castle
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters featured here. They belong to their respective creators and production companies.
Distribution: NeverNormal, TtH, AO3
Series: FFA Madness #40
FFA Pairing: Angel/Richard Castle
Spoilers: None
Summary: Angel explains a few things to Castle.

Richard wasn’t sure how he’d first ended up seeing Faith in the first place, but he did remember reeling when he’d overheard Kate telling their suspect she’d remembered everything. That had hurt and after they’d found the bitch who’d pulled that little stunt- People killed just because she wanted better ratings! Castle raged. Well, he’d had to just get out of there. He and Beckett had been partners of a sort for over three years and she just lied to him like that?
So, in typical Castle fashion, he’s gone out and gotten drunk and handy been paying as good attention to his surroundings as he should. “Oooh, goodie, a late night snack,” someone muttered behind him.
“Nah, I’m not hungry right now,” he mumbled drunkenly right before he was thrown up against the wall in the alley hard enough to see stars.
“Oh no, sweetpea, you’re the snack,” she hissed, all fangs and yellow eyes.
“I don’t think that’s what they meant when they said take a bite outta crime,” another girl quipped from the alleyway entrance.
The vampire whirled around, hissing “Slayer” at the new arrival.
“Got it in one,” the brunette said with a grin as she backhanded the other girl away from Castle and into the wall and staking her. Castle just leaned back against the wall, wondering when the little birdies would stop chirping.
The woman, who had introduced herself as Faith, took him to a nearby coffee shop to sober up and recover a bit. Sitting across from him in the booth, she stared at him in silence for a moment. “So, do you want the nice version of what just happened or the truth? Cuz something tells me you know something about what’s goin’ on around these parts.”
Castle had opted for the truth and now they were headed to visit a friend of hers after having made a quick pitstop at a drug store for aspirin for his nagging headache.
“So who’s this Angel chick?” he asked as Faith chuckled and kissed him on the cheek after knocking on the apartment door.
“Angel’s one of my oldest friends, but HIS original name was Liam,” Faith explained as the door opened, Angel grinning as he invited them in.
Rick turned confused eyes towards Faith. “ I thought you said inviting people in was a bad thing.”
“Yes, but when your house is owned by a vampire, we can generally handle things ourselves,” Angel said softly from right behind him, causing Rick to let out a yelp and whirl around to face the older man.
“Dude! Get a bell or something for shit like that,” he muttered as the two friends chuckled on the way into the living room.
“So, Faith said that you’ve been trying to help out where you can in the supernatural community. And yes, Mr Castle, I know who you are and who you work with- we read the papers.”
Castle’s eyes darkened. “Haven’t actually felt like that much as of late, so, um, running into Faith was a bit of perfect timing. That being said, I already told Faith when I first started trying to help that none of what I do to help you guys out would be used in a book,” he assured him.
Angel took a minute to inhale before asking “Was that before or after you started sleeping with Faith?”
Faith turned pink and smacked him on the arm- hard. “Damn vampire sense of smell,” she muttered while Castle squirmed a little bit. “No, Mr-Overbearing-Vampire, he told me that from the get go. We mainly came by so that I could introduce you, since you’re usually on the other coast, and see if there’s anything you need for the Batcave. That, and, well, hell, I’ve been looking for a little fight action, since Author Boy here’s human and I gotta go a lil easy on ‘im.”
Angel chuckled and shook his head. “So, we spar while I let Richard bone up on demonic theory?”
“Yeah, somethin’ like that,” Faith agreed with a grin.

Chapter Text

Title: Partnerships
Author: Christy
Rating: FR 15
Fandom/Theme: Buffy/Anita Blake
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters featured here. They belong to their respective creators and production companies.
Distribution: NeverNormal, TtH, AO3
Series: FFA Madness #41; A Bigger World #7
FFA Pairing: Angel Investigations/Jean Claude
Spoilers: None
Summary: Angel and Jean Claude form a partnership

What some of the group would still call Angel Investigations, even though they were mainly working under the aegis of Wolfram and Hart, since a Master could always use powerful backing, were currently enjoying the hospitality of the Master of St Louis as they tried to iron out a few things. The goal of it all was to keep things on good terms between their two territories, even with the unspoken upheavals in both areas something each party tried to keep under wraps. This was why Jean Claude had been joined by both Anita and Micah, because Asher’s punishment and banishment was still a tender subject. Angel had brought his wife, his son Connor and Wesley Wyndham-Pryce.
Jean Claude had been furious when he’d first learned about that until Damien told them that some of his sources said that he and his compatriot Rupert Giles were actually working on repairing things with them and the Vampire Council, in light of all their missteps. As he had explained to Anita as they dressed for the meeting, “Ma petite, it is not as if those two men were the ones being trained to take out some of our more feral brethren.” He had known about the Slayers beforehand, as had most of the Council, who had advised everyone to avoid the women whenever possible, although the Aurelian line, for whatever reason, continued to revel in pitting themselves against the fighters. Right now, however, he was standing with Anita and Micah while Richard continued to work on coming to grips to what a healthy Triumvirate meant.
“Welcome back to my humble city, Angelus. Greetings to your family and I see you also brought a..Watcher with you,” he intoned coolly.
“Yes, that was true at one time, but since the advent of Addison versus Clarke, I have fully embraced my role and head researcher with Wolfram and Hart’s LA branch. Most of those people I used to work with in London can bugger off, as far as I’m concerned,” Wesley responded tersely.
Jean Claude inclined his head in acknowledgment. “Then we both have more in common than I originally thought, mon ami. Now, to dinner and then to business,” he said, waving them all to their seats.

Chapter Text

Title: Things Change
Author: Christy
Rating: FR 15
Fandom/Theme: Buffy/Harry Potter
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters featured here. They belong to their respective creators and production companies.
Distribution: NeverNormal, TtH, AO3
Series: FFA Madness #42
FFA Pairing: Buffy/Harry Potter
Spoilers: This takes place during “The Finer Things” after Buffy and Hermione get back...a good bit of vagueness involved on purpose while I work on fleshing out the outline for TFT elsewhere.
Summary: Harry observes Buffy after she and Hermione return from the past.

Buffy was so frustrated with the way the Order was being about her and Hermione’s plans, she’d thrown her hands in the air and stormed out into the back yard. Harry was hot on her heels, but once out back, he took a minute to just watch her, something he’d found himself doing a bit more of in the two weeks since the girls had disappeared. As he’d told Ron soon after it had happened, he’d gotten lazy relying on Hermione to pay attention to things rather than trying to do it himself. So he watched the girl in a poet’s blouse, vest, leather pants and beads and coins in her hair as she paced.
“Things never stay the same for long,” she told him, though her back was still to him. ”I don’t think anybody’s getting it yet, but we’re not the same girls we were when you saw us two weeks ago,” she continued, continuing to pace back and forth in front of the oak tree that took over much of the yard, while Harry wandered over and sat down on the bench underneath it.
“Yeah, she said you two had to wait nearly four years for the time turner to cool off for you to use it,” he commented, remembering how it had been when the trio had had to use it the previous year.
“Yeah, so she’s 20 now- hell, I’m almost 30! We’ve been through a lot, although indoor plumbing, cell phones and cable are definitely on the top of my awesome list right now,” she confided with a laugh.
“So, you really think these two pirates will be able to help?” he asked.
Buffy shrugged. “I won’t really know one way or the other until I see them. See, Hermione left the boys a letter they were supposed to wait until today to open, so I don’t know,” she explained as Hermione came flying out, excitement clear on her face.
“Are they?” Buffy asked softly, as Hermione could only nod, tears streaming down her face. She turned back to The-Boy-Who-Lived, a wide smirk on her face. “Ready to see us turn the Order upside down with the help of a couple of pirates?”

Chapter Text

Title: Should Be Fun
Author: Christy
Rating: FR 18
Fandom/Theme: Buffy/Anita Blake
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters featured here. They belong to their respective creators and production companies.
Distribution: NeverNormal, TtH, AO3
Series: FFA Madness #43
FFA Pairing: Darla/Anita Blake
Spoilers: VERY AU; Character Deaths
Summary: Darla explains to Anita what it means to be a vampire in her world.

I sighted down my body at the blonde who had managed to trick my friends so expertly. I was wishing I’d listened to my gut when Edward had asked if I wanted backup. Instead, I’d sent him home and walked into a bloodbath. I should’ve known something was up when Micah and Jason had both reported a new scent around the house a few weeks back, but I’d brushed it off until Jean Claude mentioned a brand new turned vamp had come by, asking to join the Kiss. But something about her had unnerved him, so he’d had her checked out. What he’d found had so disturbed him, he’d literally flown to my office as soon as the sun set. He told me the mystics he knew had told him that, rather than being a fledgling, Darla was a very old, very powerful vampire from another timeline who apparently had the ability to mask her true age from Masters and necromancers alike.
Then, Jason had gone missing, though, if I’d admitted it, the Furry Coalition hadn’t heard from Narcissus in a couple weeks, but since he wasn’t well liked, the issue hadn’t been mentioned to me by Micah or any of the others. It wasn’t until Tammy had called me, tearfully explaining that Larry hadn’t come home from a zombie raising that the pieces started to fall into place. I called Bert to get a description of the client who had requested him and she matched Jean Claude’s description of Darla.
I had called Edward to see if he knew anything, and met up with him that night to help him track down a rogue vampire he had a warrant out on who might be able to lead us to Darla. Instead, we found ourselves ambushed by half a dozen vamps. Just before I staked the last one, he told me “You might wanna hurry home if you want any of your lovers to survive.” Edward had offered to help, but I told him I wanted him on backup in case things were worse than I thought.
Now I eyes Darla as she held Micah by the neck and I could see the corpses of Cherry and Zane off to the side by the formerly white couches in the living room. “You know, Anita, your friends and enemies tell a very similar story of how vicious a predator you can be. I wonder if that’s really true, since you couldn’t seem to find me since I got into town,” Darla told me with a pout.
“You came after my family,” I said through gritted teeth, trying not to think about what she’d done to my friends already. If I started crying, I think I’d start shooting and screaming and never stop. At least I knew through my marks that Nathaniel and Damien were safe with Jean Claude. I heard a whimper from Micah and focused my attention back on the crazy vampire chick.
“Much better. Can’t have you calling for reinforcements when we’re just starting to have fun,” she purred.
“Well, if you’d played nice, I wouldn’t have felt the need to think about reinforcements. My friends shoulda told you I’m usually a lone wolf kinda gal,” I reminded her snarkily.
“Really? If you’re such a lone wolf, why did I find this snake in the woods?” she asked, as a minion brought Edward in from the kitchen.
Shit! Now I know why he didn’t push the issue, I thought as ideas bounced around like ping pong balls. I trusted Edward in a firefight, but I loved Micah and it would kill me if he died. My last thought must have shown on my face, because Darla smirked.
“So, he’s the one more important to you,” she murmured as she snapped his neck, threw Micah to the side and flew at me.
I made an inarticulate sound of rage as I emptied the entire magazine of my Browning into her chest, nearly point blank range at the end. Grabbing me in a vise like grip and smiling, she leaned in close to me. “Let me show you how we make vampires in my world,” she said moments before her face changed and she bit me.

*****

The next thing I remembered, I woke up in the hospital, attached to all kinds of tubes and machines, and Jason, Jean Claude and Richard were all around my bed.
“Jason, how’d you get out?” I croaked out, amazed at how weak I felt.
“The guys she brought with her weren’t read in on how wolf packs work,” he said with a small grin.
“Apparently, ma petite, she was the one behind all the unoathed vampires we had been hearing about. She has the ability to turn people into vampires the way it was in her world- drain them and then exchange some blood. I can only assume she meant to do the same to you as well. Perhaps it would have even broken your ties to me and your other Triumvirates. But for the help of Messieurs Edward and Jason, I think she would have made you into a soulless vampire like herself,” Jean Claude informed me.
If he called her soulless, did that mean this wasn’t the case with him? I thought, as I tried not to dwell on the dead at my house. Looking up at Jean Claude, I asked if I could just move my people into the Circus.
“Of course, ma petite. I do not feel going back to that house, with all its memories now, would be good. We have also made arrangements for the funerals while we try and find Darla,” he explained as a tear leaked out of my eye at the thought that I would never have Micah’s scent around me any longer and I closed my eyes, praying for sleep again.

Chapter Text

Title: Good With His Hands
Author: Christy
Rating: FR 15
Fandom/Theme: Buffy/Harry Potter
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters featured here. They belong to their respective creators and production companies.
Distribution: NeverNormal, TtH, AO3
Series: FFA Madness #44; Hogwarts: The New Class #2
FFA Pairing: Cordelia/Neville Longbottom
Spoilers: None
Summary: Cordelia goes to the Herbology professor for advice on course curriculum

It was still a few days before the start of term and Cordelia had hit a brick wall in her lesson plans. She was trying to keep the spells taught and creatures talked about age appropriate, but she also wanted a bit more practical hands-on training for her sixth and seventh years. She’d already tried talking to Hagrid, but his suggestion of visiting the Acromantula had her asking who else could help her out without risking the life and limb of her students. So she’d wandered over to the greenhouses and propped her hip up on one of the tables scattered throughout the building and watched Professor Longbottom for a moment. Sleeves rolled up, dust smudges on his nose, he was busy re-potting seedlings at the moment. Smirking, she jumped back down and wandered closer.
“What exotic type plant are you working with today?” she asked.
Neville chuckled. “Nothing so exotic as common basil. The houseelves used to grow it near the kitchens, but I find I get a better yield growing it here,” he explained as he wiped his hands on a rag and held one out for her to shake. “Good to finally meet you in person, Professor Chase. Sorry, but I don’t get up to the castle much in the summer - my wife runs the Leaky Cauldron now, so I stay with her more when school’s not in session.”
Cordelia nodded in understanding. “The reason I stopped by is that Hagrid said you might have some suggestions for my older classes. Anything’s better than his suggestion I take the munchkins to see the spiders in the Forbidden Forest,” she told him with a shudder.
Neville just shook his head. “Uh, yeah, that would be because Hagrid had raised the damn spider since Aragog had been smaller,” he said with a wry chuckle.
Taking her hand, he dragged her towards one of the greenhouses on the end. “This is where I keep the more dangerous plants. Now, let me tell you about a few plans I have for the older years, and see what we can come up with.”

*****

After finishing up her lesson plans and leaving them for McGonagall, Cordelia headed back down to the Apparation point as agreed.
“So, Professor, what might Hannah have planned for us for dinner then?”

Chapter Text

Title: Little Troublemaker
Author: Christy
Rating: FR 15
Fandom/Theme: Buffy/Harry Potter
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters featured here. They belong to their respective creators and production companies.
Distribution: NeverNormal, TtH, AO3
Series: FFA Madness #45; Hogwarts: The New Class #3
FFA Pairing: Cordelia/Harry Potter
Spoilers: None
Summary: Cordelia has to hold a parent teacher conference with Mr. Potter

Cordelia had only been a professor for a little over a year now, but she remembered well the chaos she got up to as a teenager. That being said, catching James Potter and his cousin Amelia Weasley wreaking havoc by the Weeping Willow and a scratched up Jeremy Flint at the base of the tree -well, she’d wasted no time in calling a personal meeting with the parents of all children involved.
Oh, she’d heard about the great Mr. Potter from both his friends and former teachers. But, growing up on the Hellmouth and helping the Slayer- well, she knew what it was like to fight a hell goddess. One meglomaniacal wizard with a Hitler complex? That had to have been rough when the kid finds out what he has to do at eleven! Hell, at least Buffy was fifteen before the shit hit the fan! she thought as Harry and James came into her office.
“Thank you for coming, Mr. Potter. I appreciate you being able to make time in your Auror schedule to come down here. Now, my first question would be if you know of any reason why the children would be down by the Whomping Willow?”
Harry frowned down at his eldest. “Not entirely, though I wouldn’t be surprised if James was trying to follow in his grandfather’s footsteps,” he told her with a grumble. Glancing up at Cordelia, he elaborated. “Between James being my son and Amelia being George’s daughter, it would far fetched to assume the both of them didn’t know about the hidden passages in Hogwarts before they left.”
The Seer was intrigued. “What would that have to do with anything? I know the Weasley twins were both troublemakers and ingenious, though I had been told that George has become rather quiet since his brother was killed.”
Harry smirked and pulled an old, stained piece of parchment out of the inside pocket of his robes. James made a sound of dismay when he caught sight of it and Harry pulled out his wand to point it at the parchment and say “I solemnly swear that I am up to no good”. Immediately, lines began to appear all over what Cordelia could now see was a map of the Hogwarts castle, with little dots indicating all the students and staff therein. She noticed James trying to sink further into the seat cushions as the adults watched a dot named Severus Snape pace in his office.
Glancing up at Harry, she went to ask a question, but he was currently glaring at James. “I don’t know how my son got this map out of my vault, but I will be changing his accessibility after this.”
“What is it? Where did it come from?” she asked, then watched with mild surprised when words started appearing on a blank portion of the map.
“Mr Prongs says this is a map that shows everyone at Hogwarts. Mr Padfoot says that the lovely lady should do well to meet the esteemed Mssrs. Moony, Prongs, and Wormtail, as well as himself, said crafters of this exceptional map.”
Harry rolled his eyes as he tapped it with his wand again and said “Mischief Managed” and the parchment went blank. Tucking it away, he said “My father and three of his friends created that map. I had a hunch this was why James and Amelia were by the Whomping Willow- there used to be a secret passage underneath the tree. And that is why I stopped by his rooms before I came down here to retrieve it, and, sure enough, it was in his trunk, as expected.”
“But Dad, Jeremy wouldn’t leave Amelia alone! He kept saying that she could still be a werewolf like Uncle Charlie,” James exclaimed. “I didn’t mean for him to get hurt!”
Cordelia frowned. “This puts a slightly different spin on things, but, nonetheless, another student was injured, and therefore, you will still have detention with Professor Snape on a schedule he deems suitable. And next time? Figure out a way to handle things without fighting.”

Chapter Text

Title: A Different Kind of Ambassador
Author: Christy
Rating: FR 15
Fandom/Theme: Buffy/Star Trek
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters featured here. They belong to their respective creators and production companies.
Distribution: NeverNormal, TtH, AO3
Series: FFA Madness #46; Star Trek & Sunnydale #1
FFA Pairing: Spike/James Kirk
Spoilers: None
Summary: Spike and Illyria head toward the peace conference on Babel

 

Kirk rubbed his temples - finding out the Vulcan ambassadore to Earth was Spock’s father, well, that was a bit of a shock. Mingling at the get together set up in the conference hall, he noticed one of the Tholians conversing with the Earth ambassador to the Inferi. That was actually the nickname Starfleet had given them, since apparently their own name for their people was incomprehensible in Federation Standard.
“Ah, Captain Kirk, may I introduce Ambassador d’Blavod. William here was telling me about the strides he’s made in negotiations with the Inferi,” the Tholian ambassador told him as Kirk walked over to join them.
“What have you found out already?” he asked, taking a glass from a nearby waiter and leaning forward, intrigued by what the ambassador might have uncovered of one of the Federation’s more reclusive races.
William took a sip of his red-black libation and thought for a moment. “Well, I’m beginning to think the Inferi have more in common with humans than the Federation originally thought,” he said, as a blue haired woman in an Inferi guard outfit approached.
“Qwa’ha Xahn, we should return to our quarters until we reach Babel. The beings here unnerve me greatly,” she announced to the ambassador, her head tilted to the side as she stared at Kirk, unblinking.
Kirk raised a brow at her declaration. “I assure you, ma’am, my security forces can certainly handle things on board my ship.”
The woman sneered. “I have many doubts of your surety of this.”
Ambassador d’Blavod coughed to cover up his chuckle. “Um, Captain, may I present the head of the Inferi Guard, Lyri. The Inferi care much for my safety, since non Terrans are unable to handle the very inhospitable climate of Inferia Prime. Please excuse us.”
Kirk watched them walk away, but soon caught sight of Ambassadors Gav and Sarek arguing, and wandered over to try and diffuse the situation.

*****

William loosened his formal tunic and programmed the screens. Turning to his companion, he asked “Why so paranoid all of a sudden, Illyria? We shipped what of magic and Slayers we could to Vera III. The Federation acknowledges me as Ambassador, but I doubt the Tellerites will try and kill me.”
“No, but the Orions remember us from when we settled there and there is one on board,” Illyria informed him, pacing in their suite.
Spike grimaced as he touched her on the shoulder, halting her progress. “I guess that puts a different spin on what we might have to tell the good Captain, doesn’t it, luv?”

Chapter Text

Title: Masquerade
Author: Christy
Rating: FR 15
Fandom/Theme: Buffy/Star Trek
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters featured here. They belong to their respective creators and production companies.
Distribution: NeverNormal, TtH, AO3
Series: FFA Madness #47; Star Trek & Sunnydale #2
FFA Pairing: Illyria/Spock
Spoilers: None
Summary: Spock finds the God-King of the Primordium rather intriguing.

 

Illyria was trying to keep an eye on Spike. They’d changed their appearance slightly and come on a small Inferi ship, but still, the thought of being in the heart of Romulan territory, on their home planet? It had seemed a rather risky move to Illyria when Spike had proposed it, but once he had explained they were working with Federation forces to try and get an urgent message to an ambassador hiding there, she had begrudgingly agreed. They were currently in a cave underneath the main city and Spike was off in one of the other tunnels, discussing things with Pre’ek, their Romulan contact in the Resistance.
“I remember you from the conference,” a gravelly voice said from behind her. She whirled around in a defensive stance only to see an older Vulcanoid male.
“Fascinating,” the man continued as he took her in, but made no other move towards her. “Eighty standard years and yet, you still look the same. I was lead to believe Inferi live a similar life span to humans.”
“I was the founder of that colony back when your grandfather was young,” she countered, tilting her head to the side and studying the man she had to assume was the now-Ambassador Spock.
“So, the rumors that world is the last bastion of the few hundred vampires that were cursed by both my people and what remained of the human Watcher’s Council soon after First Contact is accurate,” he mused, his hands remaining in his sleeves as he studied her.
“Yes. Having met you and your kind, I would that humans would learn from you how to rid themselves of those pesky emotions I am still burdened with. In my long life in this shell, I have grown very weary of these things called feelings,” she spat out as she glared at him fiercely. “You know how to erase emotions - I wish to learn.”
Spock smiled as he sat down on a nearby rock outcropping. “Child, the Vulcan way is not to rid yourself of all emotion, for to do so leads to nothing but utter madness. It is merely learning how to suppress urges and selfish desires at first, and then learning to control those other emotions as well as your progress in your studies.”
Illyria was not pleased to hear that, and expressed her immediate desire to leave once Spike had rejoined her.
Her companion did a double take at the sight of Spock sitting there calmly. “Uh, much as I’m sure we’d all like to catch up, I think we need to get you out of the city, Ambassador. We’ve received word it’s not safe. We can take you on our ship to Inferia Prime, but we must leave soon.”
Standing up and walking a short distance back into the tunnel, the Vulcan returned with a small rucksack over his shoulder. “Please lead the way, Ambassador d’Blavod. I am very interested in hearing the story of you and your companion during our journey.”