A Twist of Fae
A Twist of Fae
Burningchaos
Michael/Liz, and hints of other past het parings during the course of the fic.
Roswell/Dresden Files (Bookverse)
Mature
Disclaimer:The characters of "Roswell" belong to Jason Katims, Melinda Metz, WB, and UPN. Nor do I own the characters in The Dresden Files. They are the Property of Jim Butcher.
Spoilers: Dresden Files books up to and including Small Favor
Summary: Liz soon finds out how wrong and right Ava was about her being different during the course of Harry fulfilling his last favor.
Notes: I am meshing the timelines, by moving the Roswell timeline in to the Dresden Files book timeline. Everything in Roswell, up to the end of S1 has happened.
Also this is for Darkmoon711. She gave me the prompt, and here is the fic. This is all for her.
Chicago…present day
The day had been particularly dreary and slow, something Harry felt he could get behind on occasions; after all his dismal, but welcome, paycheck from being a Warden wasn’t enough to pay the bills.
Except thinking the day was dreary and slow had been his downfall and in like most things; hindsight was twenty-twenty.
When she showed, he’d been thinking of visiting Billy and Georgia. He hadn’t had a decent visit with them since their wedding, and with the quietness it seemed like the perfect time.
Big mistake.
His office door opened and the room shivered.
Mab.
Queen Mab of the Unseelie Court had come to call. He was fucked. She didn’t show up for tea… She wasn’t that sort. Nope, if she was here things were going south. Fast.
“Your Godmother sends her greetings.”
“Uh, wow, a letter would have saved you sometime but thanks. Is that all you stopped by for cause I was heading out….”
“Sit.” Harry felt his knees give way under the pressure of her command.
“Yeah, sure, I have a few minutes before I have to leave.”
Grimalkin reveled itself as Mab moved closer, its voice echoing through out the room, hollow and cold. “It is time to fulfill your duties to me.”
There went his week.
“I’m kinda busy, you know, with training Molly, keeping her away from Carlos, trying to date….” Harry grimaced…“not a lot of time here right now,”
Mab loomed over him, her cat like green eyes, frosty pale skin, lips the color of ripe raspberries and long hair that was whiter then the purest snow…her frozen beauty was to exquisite to look upon, painful in fact, yet he could hardly tear his eyes away.
“You are bound to do me three favors in all Harry Dresden; you have filled two of those three. Now I call upon you to fill your third and final favor.”
“Hells Bells.” Harry shivered.
Harry forced himself to his feet, “I choose…”
“Not this time.” Her voice this time not Grimalkin’s ….the air shivered under the force of her presence, ice formed on his skin. “There is no choice.”
“No, wait…”
“Mauve is dead.”
Harry stumbled back into his seat. “I’m sorry.”
“I’m not. She was weak,” Mab looked away as she spoke, her actions belaying her words, “she was my daughter but she was weak. I have called the new lady.” Mab turned her ice blue eyes back on him, pinning him to his seat.
“The new lady….”
“Yes, the new Lady. She is not a creature of winter, a Halfling of Summer instead, but I have chosen her. She is strong. Winter needs that strength and you, Harry Blackstone Copperfield Dresden, will do exactly as I say.”
The weight of his name drove him to his knees. A cool ice tipped finger tipped his chin up so he could see the resolve in Mab’s eyes. He looked away. “I’ll bring her, but you need to let her choose as all Halflings do, or I’ll fight you till my last breath.”
“You are such a delicious human.” Mab stepped away from him and once again Grimalkin was speaking in her stead. “I’ll let her chose but no words from your mouth may hinder her decision. You are bound to me in this, and in deed.”
Harry nodded, he could find away around this, Fae rules were literal.
Mab walked toward the door and turned around before her hand touched the handle. “Harry, should you find away to deny me my Lady, my new daughter, I will take that which you love the most from you. Thomas would make a lovely, vicious and strong winter knight, don’t you agree?” And in an instant, before he could protest she was gone.
Roswell High…Present Day
Liz shivered the laughter around her faded away and she felt consumed by a cold clawing its way through her from within. It’d been happening for weeks now, since the revelations at the cave… since she walked away from Max.
The sense of foreboding, that she was accustomed to, had magnified a thousand fold. She could feel eyes on her in the shadows, her skin burned, and her mind itched; things she hadn’t thought possible. There were things, just out of sight, but there, she knew they were, but she couldn’t actually see them well enough to identify them.
She could feel the other’s eyes on her. The Pod Squad, Maria, Alex. She could see the worry etched on their faces, and she knew they wondered if it was because of her decision to walk away from all things’ Alien.
But it wasn’t that, it was something else entirely. Liz didn’t know what it was, what was happening to her but it had nothing to do with Max and the others.
“Liz?” Michael’s hands steadied her as she twisted and almost tripped. His voice had startled her, as did his presence. Not a single member of the Pod squad had talked to her since she’d left the cave that day. She’d even felt a distance building between her, Maria and Alex.
They were becoming strangers.
“Michael, you startled me.” Liz smiled up at him, the skin under his hand was the only warm spot on her body, and the longer he touched her the warmer she became.
“Are you…Liz, what’s wrong?” Michael looked down at her, everything he’d planed on saying, every thought other then concern fled. Liz was pale, her skin like ice, if he hadn’t known better he was think she was in shock. But he did, she was standing before him, uninjured and yet not his…no, Max’s Liz.
She was distracted, quite, withdrawn
“Nothing’s wrong.” Liz moved from his grasp, and visibly flinched as his warmth fled from her body. He reached out for her again, and she stepped further away. “Honestly, I am fine.”
“You lie like shit.”
“Well enough to keep your secrets.” Liz retorted tartly. Something bitter was building inside her; it was a foreign as everything else she was feeling so she pushed it away.
Michael loomed over her. “When you want to tell me what the hell is wrong, you know where I live.” He frowned at her and stormed away.
Liz sagged against the lockers, she wanted to go home and cry. This wasn’t her, this wasn’t who she was.
Burningchaos
Michael/Liz, and hints of other past het parings during the course of the fic.
Roswell/Dresden Files (Bookverse)
Mature
Disclaimer:The characters of "Roswell" belong to Jason Katims, Melinda Metz, WB, and UPN. Nor do I own the characters in The Dresden Files. They are the Property of Jim Butcher.
Spoilers: Dresden Files books up to and including Small Favor
Summary: Liz soon finds out how wrong and right Ava was about her being different during the course of Harry fulfilling his last favor.
Notes: I am meshing the timelines, by moving the Roswell timeline in to the Dresden Files book timeline. Everything in Roswell, up to the end of S1 has happened.
Also this is for Darkmoon711. She gave me the prompt, and here is the fic. This is all for her.
Chicago…present day
The day had been particularly dreary and slow, something Harry felt he could get behind on occasions; after all his dismal, but welcome, paycheck from being a Warden wasn’t enough to pay the bills.
Except thinking the day was dreary and slow had been his downfall and in like most things; hindsight was twenty-twenty.
When she showed, he’d been thinking of visiting Billy and Georgia. He hadn’t had a decent visit with them since their wedding, and with the quietness it seemed like the perfect time.
Big mistake.
His office door opened and the room shivered.
Mab.
Queen Mab of the Unseelie Court had come to call. He was fucked. She didn’t show up for tea… She wasn’t that sort. Nope, if she was here things were going south. Fast.
“Your Godmother sends her greetings.”
“Uh, wow, a letter would have saved you sometime but thanks. Is that all you stopped by for cause I was heading out….”
“Sit.” Harry felt his knees give way under the pressure of her command.
“Yeah, sure, I have a few minutes before I have to leave.”
Grimalkin reveled itself as Mab moved closer, its voice echoing through out the room, hollow and cold. “It is time to fulfill your duties to me.”
There went his week.
“I’m kinda busy, you know, with training Molly, keeping her away from Carlos, trying to date….” Harry grimaced…“not a lot of time here right now,”
Mab loomed over him, her cat like green eyes, frosty pale skin, lips the color of ripe raspberries and long hair that was whiter then the purest snow…her frozen beauty was to exquisite to look upon, painful in fact, yet he could hardly tear his eyes away.
“You are bound to do me three favors in all Harry Dresden; you have filled two of those three. Now I call upon you to fill your third and final favor.”
“Hells Bells.” Harry shivered.
Harry forced himself to his feet, “I choose…”
“Not this time.” Her voice this time not Grimalkin’s ….the air shivered under the force of her presence, ice formed on his skin. “There is no choice.”
“No, wait…”
“Mauve is dead.”
Harry stumbled back into his seat. “I’m sorry.”
“I’m not. She was weak,” Mab looked away as she spoke, her actions belaying her words, “she was my daughter but she was weak. I have called the new lady.” Mab turned her ice blue eyes back on him, pinning him to his seat.
“The new lady….”
“Yes, the new Lady. She is not a creature of winter, a Halfling of Summer instead, but I have chosen her. She is strong. Winter needs that strength and you, Harry Blackstone Copperfield Dresden, will do exactly as I say.”
The weight of his name drove him to his knees. A cool ice tipped finger tipped his chin up so he could see the resolve in Mab’s eyes. He looked away. “I’ll bring her, but you need to let her choose as all Halflings do, or I’ll fight you till my last breath.”
“You are such a delicious human.” Mab stepped away from him and once again Grimalkin was speaking in her stead. “I’ll let her chose but no words from your mouth may hinder her decision. You are bound to me in this, and in deed.”
Harry nodded, he could find away around this, Fae rules were literal.
Mab walked toward the door and turned around before her hand touched the handle. “Harry, should you find away to deny me my Lady, my new daughter, I will take that which you love the most from you. Thomas would make a lovely, vicious and strong winter knight, don’t you agree?” And in an instant, before he could protest she was gone.
Roswell High…Present Day
Liz shivered the laughter around her faded away and she felt consumed by a cold clawing its way through her from within. It’d been happening for weeks now, since the revelations at the cave… since she walked away from Max.
The sense of foreboding, that she was accustomed to, had magnified a thousand fold. She could feel eyes on her in the shadows, her skin burned, and her mind itched; things she hadn’t thought possible. There were things, just out of sight, but there, she knew they were, but she couldn’t actually see them well enough to identify them.
She could feel the other’s eyes on her. The Pod Squad, Maria, Alex. She could see the worry etched on their faces, and she knew they wondered if it was because of her decision to walk away from all things’ Alien.
But it wasn’t that, it was something else entirely. Liz didn’t know what it was, what was happening to her but it had nothing to do with Max and the others.
“Liz?” Michael’s hands steadied her as she twisted and almost tripped. His voice had startled her, as did his presence. Not a single member of the Pod squad had talked to her since she’d left the cave that day. She’d even felt a distance building between her, Maria and Alex.
They were becoming strangers.
“Michael, you startled me.” Liz smiled up at him, the skin under his hand was the only warm spot on her body, and the longer he touched her the warmer she became.
“Are you…Liz, what’s wrong?” Michael looked down at her, everything he’d planed on saying, every thought other then concern fled. Liz was pale, her skin like ice, if he hadn’t known better he was think she was in shock. But he did, she was standing before him, uninjured and yet not his…no, Max’s Liz.
She was distracted, quite, withdrawn
“Nothing’s wrong.” Liz moved from his grasp, and visibly flinched as his warmth fled from her body. He reached out for her again, and she stepped further away. “Honestly, I am fine.”
“You lie like shit.”
“Well enough to keep your secrets.” Liz retorted tartly. Something bitter was building inside her; it was a foreign as everything else she was feeling so she pushed it away.
Michael loomed over her. “When you want to tell me what the hell is wrong, you know where I live.” He frowned at her and stormed away.
Liz sagged against the lockers, she wanted to go home and cry. This wasn’t her, this wasn’t who she was.