PtL FIC :: "Emissary" [Alex/Rachel, PG13]
Title: Emissary
Author: A. Magiluna Stormwriter
Feedback address: stormwriter@shatterstorm.net
Rating: PG13
Pairing: Alex/Rachel
Date Written: 4-8 August 2009
Word Count: 658
Written for: licenseartistic, July 2009 Picture prompt 1: Birds over abandoned garden of abandoned maternity hospital, Moscow. Photo by Dmitry Mordolff.
Summary: Alex and Rachel contemplate the significance of their early morning visitor.
Sequel to: Partridge in a Pear Tree by
shatterpath
Spoilers: 4x1 "Song of the Raven" & 4x2 "Bird of Prey"
Warnings: Loving, long-term lesbian relationship. Don't like it? Don't read it…
Archive: This is a ShatterStorm Productions exclusive piece. Contact the webmistress for archive options.
Link to: http://bdkk.shatterstorm.net/
Website: ShatterStorm Productions’ Doggie Duo’s Fanfic
Disclaimer: This story is an original work of amateur fiction, and is written purely for the private entertainment of P:TL fans. This story is no way affiliated with Trilogy, MGM Worldwide Television or the Sci-Fi Channel. The characters are their property, and this story is not meant to infringe upon the copyrights of MGM, Trilogy, or anybody else who owns an interest in "Poltergeist: the Legacy".
Author's Notes: Not beta'd. Any inaccuracies are mine and mine alone. But if you let me know what they are in constructive criticism, I'll gladly look into correcting them.
"Emissary"
By A. Magiluna Stormwriter
(12-14-02)
"You realize this is the first time I've seen a raven in a positive light, right?"
There's a strange undertone of disbelief in her voice that pulls me from my contemplation of the very same bird she's referring to. My curiosity where my wife's moods are concerned has always been one of my greatest weaknesses.
"What do you mean?"
Without thought, I shift to pull her closer, fingers automatically carding through her hair. She's silent for a long moment, but I know better than to push. Rachel will tell me when she's ready.
"Do you remember when Derek contrived to have me work with Raymond Corvus? When I had to determine his sanity, or lack thereof, before his trial?" At my slow nod, Rachel clears her throat and continues, "He sent ravens to torment me. I thought I was losing my damned mind."
Vague memories begin to creep to the surface of Rachel's terrified ramblings of ravens stalking her at Corvus' bidding. I hadn't been one hundred percent convinced at the time, not even knowing about his then potential link to the Dark Side. Not until Corvus started working his sickness on more of us in the guise of Jeffrey Sandor. Then again, hindsight can prove a lot of things incorrect, can't it?
"And do you know what was worse about it? My grandfather, Joshua Cantwell, had an unhealthy relationship with ravens, or so my mother would say." She sighs and nuzzles in closer for before speaking again. "I think Mama was teasing me, trying to keep me out of trouble."
"By saying the ravens were in league with your Satanist grandfather? That's more than a little messed up, Rachel."
Rachel chuckles softly, a low, sensual sound that resonates along my nerves. "Well, that was a threat she sometimes used if I was being particularly bratty. Sort of like my very own bogeyman, I suppose."
That confession makes me smirk and press my lips to her temple. "You were a brat as a child, hmm? Why am I not surprised?"
Rachel leans back to quirk an eyebrow at me. "Are you trying to tell me you were a saint as a child, Alexandra Moreau?"
"Not even a little bit. My sister and I got into enough trouble to have given Gramma Rose most of her grey hair, or so she told us repeatedly when we would act up."
"Good. If you'd said anything else, you'd be a liar, and lies don't look good on you, love."
"Love you, too," I shoot back, sticking out my tongue at her.
"Don't you dare stick that out unless you're planning to use it," Rachel growls, eyes going a little darker.
"Whatcha gonna do if I don't?" Teasing my wife is one of my most adored pastimes.
"This," she retorts, fingers mercilessly attacking all of my ticklish spots until I'm practically faint with laughter. "Give?"
"No!" The word is barely more than an exhaled breath between much needed inhalations as she continues to tickle me. I meet her gaze defiantly, enjoying the arousal deepening in her beloved hazel eyes as she considers the challenge offered.
Before I can taunt her any further, Rachel bursts into action and flips me onto my back on the couch. Straddling my body, she leans in until her face is so close to mine that I can taste her breath. "You're being a very naughty girl, Alex," she murmurs huskily. "I should put you over my knee for your sass."
"Please?" I whisper, the word barely registering to even my own ears.
I fight to keep her gaze, not wanting to give in too easily. We're both stubborn as hell, neither willing to automatically submit to the other without a struggle of sorts. But it's the resounding guttural croaking of a raven -- perhaps the same one that greeted us earlier this morning? -- that breaks our stalemate, and we dissolve into fits of nervous laughter.
Author: A. Magiluna Stormwriter
Feedback address: stormwriter@shatterstorm.net
Rating: PG13
Pairing: Alex/Rachel
Date Written: 4-8 August 2009
Word Count: 658
Written for: licenseartistic, July 2009 Picture prompt 1: Birds over abandoned garden of abandoned maternity hospital, Moscow. Photo by Dmitry Mordolff.
Summary: Alex and Rachel contemplate the significance of their early morning visitor.
Sequel to: Partridge in a Pear Tree by
shatterpath
Spoilers: 4x1 "Song of the Raven" & 4x2 "Bird of Prey"
Warnings: Loving, long-term lesbian relationship. Don't like it? Don't read it…
Archive: This is a ShatterStorm Productions exclusive piece. Contact the webmistress for archive options.
Link to: http://bdkk.shatterstorm.net/
Website: ShatterStorm Productions’ Doggie Duo’s Fanfic
Disclaimer: This story is an original work of amateur fiction, and is written purely for the private entertainment of P:TL fans. This story is no way affiliated with Trilogy, MGM Worldwide Television or the Sci-Fi Channel. The characters are their property, and this story is not meant to infringe upon the copyrights of MGM, Trilogy, or anybody else who owns an interest in "Poltergeist: the Legacy".
Author's Notes: Not beta'd. Any inaccuracies are mine and mine alone. But if you let me know what they are in constructive criticism, I'll gladly look into correcting them.
"Emissary"
By A. Magiluna Stormwriter
(12-14-02)
"You realize this is the first time I've seen a raven in a positive light, right?"
There's a strange undertone of disbelief in her voice that pulls me from my contemplation of the very same bird she's referring to. My curiosity where my wife's moods are concerned has always been one of my greatest weaknesses.
"What do you mean?"
Without thought, I shift to pull her closer, fingers automatically carding through her hair. She's silent for a long moment, but I know better than to push. Rachel will tell me when she's ready.
"Do you remember when Derek contrived to have me work with Raymond Corvus? When I had to determine his sanity, or lack thereof, before his trial?" At my slow nod, Rachel clears her throat and continues, "He sent ravens to torment me. I thought I was losing my damned mind."
Vague memories begin to creep to the surface of Rachel's terrified ramblings of ravens stalking her at Corvus' bidding. I hadn't been one hundred percent convinced at the time, not even knowing about his then potential link to the Dark Side. Not until Corvus started working his sickness on more of us in the guise of Jeffrey Sandor. Then again, hindsight can prove a lot of things incorrect, can't it?
"And do you know what was worse about it? My grandfather, Joshua Cantwell, had an unhealthy relationship with ravens, or so my mother would say." She sighs and nuzzles in closer for before speaking again. "I think Mama was teasing me, trying to keep me out of trouble."
"By saying the ravens were in league with your Satanist grandfather? That's more than a little messed up, Rachel."
Rachel chuckles softly, a low, sensual sound that resonates along my nerves. "Well, that was a threat she sometimes used if I was being particularly bratty. Sort of like my very own bogeyman, I suppose."
That confession makes me smirk and press my lips to her temple. "You were a brat as a child, hmm? Why am I not surprised?"
Rachel leans back to quirk an eyebrow at me. "Are you trying to tell me you were a saint as a child, Alexandra Moreau?"
"Not even a little bit. My sister and I got into enough trouble to have given Gramma Rose most of her grey hair, or so she told us repeatedly when we would act up."
"Good. If you'd said anything else, you'd be a liar, and lies don't look good on you, love."
"Love you, too," I shoot back, sticking out my tongue at her.
"Don't you dare stick that out unless you're planning to use it," Rachel growls, eyes going a little darker.
"Whatcha gonna do if I don't?" Teasing my wife is one of my most adored pastimes.
"This," she retorts, fingers mercilessly attacking all of my ticklish spots until I'm practically faint with laughter. "Give?"
"No!" The word is barely more than an exhaled breath between much needed inhalations as she continues to tickle me. I meet her gaze defiantly, enjoying the arousal deepening in her beloved hazel eyes as she considers the challenge offered.
Before I can taunt her any further, Rachel bursts into action and flips me onto my back on the couch. Straddling my body, she leans in until her face is so close to mine that I can taste her breath. "You're being a very naughty girl, Alex," she murmurs huskily. "I should put you over my knee for your sass."
"Please?" I whisper, the word barely registering to even my own ears.
I fight to keep her gaze, not wanting to give in too easily. We're both stubborn as hell, neither willing to automatically submit to the other without a struggle of sorts. But it's the resounding guttural croaking of a raven -- perhaps the same one that greeted us earlier this morning? -- that breaks our stalemate, and we dissolve into fits of nervous laughter.