Friend of my Friend Chapter 18. Special Guest Author Lisa Countryman
Title: Friend of my Friend
Author: Dark Wyldchilde (wyldchilde37@yahoo.com)
Rating:NC-17, this is me, there will be sex, and there will be violence.
Pairing: Faith/Tara, Ziva/Abby
Setting: This is the fourth story in my Lock series.
Summary: Marines are missing, and turning up as vampires. The Lock is seeking out the source, and will do so with some new allies.
Spoilers: This story can and will combine any elements I care to from all of the runs of Buffy and Angel as well as the Stony Man Farm/Executioner books. Now it also includes NCIS to present, but it will also contradict them as necessary, because much to my own delight it's taken on a life of it's own.
I have also decided to tinker with the Buffy/Angel time lines since in the case of Buffy the show has been done almost 7 years now.
Disclaimers: This is an independent, non-profit work of fanfiction. I know there are at least three sets (or more) of copyrights involved, and this story is not a challenge to any of them.
Wyld's Notes: You probably shouldn't be reading this story unless you've read my earlier fics "Life on the Farm" "Declaration of War" and "The Front" because without them this story might get confusing.
On a NCIS note I need to add I am keeping the Ziva/Gibbs cannon that she killed Ari to save Gibbs, and not the more recent nonsense that it was to get Gibbs to trust her.
More importantly I must send out my personal thanks to Lisa Countryman. She has been a wonderful sounding board, and has been essential in making this fic possible, including spoon feeding me the incredibly funny chapter 5, writing three whole chapters herself, and healthy sections of other chapters as well.
I also need to add a special thanks and welcome to my new beta reader laura jones.
Chapter 18-special guest author, Lisa Countryman
As that was happening Tara and Faith looked at Willow, one of the smartest women they knew and both had the same reaction. “What the hell were you thinking? Tara said before Faith could.
“What?” Willow was now thoroughly confused. “I was trying to help. You know, let her know that I know what she’s going through.”
Faith rolled her eyes and paced. “So, Red, you ever lock your entire family in a building and light ‘em on fire?” She stormed closer. “You ever stand by and listen as they screamed in agony as you made yourself an orphan?
Willow backed up, but Faith followed.
“You ever stand there even after the last whimpers stopped and watch the building burn down to coals because even though they were evil, they were your blood, and you owed them that much?” Faith asked.
Willow shook her head. “That’s why I wanted to help,” she insisted. “I saw how deep she was and, well, someone needs to do a Wiccan intervention, and since she doesn’t have any other witches I guess I thought that I…”
“She doesn’t have other witches because she burned them alive to protect the world,” Faith said. “She killed them for the horrible things they did. Things like, oh I don’t know, mind rape their lovers?”
“Faith!” Tara moved closer and wrapped her arms around Faith. “Honey, we don’t have time for this. We need to find Lex.”
“Well, what about me?” Willow asked. “She told me I should leave. I think she wanted to hurt me. She was out of control.” She nodded. “Did I mention the black eyes? Because there were eyes and they were black.”
Tara sighed and rested her forehead on the back of Faith’s head. She was behind her Slayer, with her arms around Faith’s waist. She lifted her head and looked over Faith’s shoulder to meet Willow’s eyes. “If she wasn’t in control, you wouldn’t have left the room alive.”
“And you let her just roam around?” Willow asked.
“Well, to be fair, Lex has never been disloyal to us. She killed an evil line of witches single-handedly,” Faith said. “Around here, that would get her a promotion. And she certainly never tried to turn me over to my worst enemies.”
“Well, yeah,” Willow said, she scowled, not liking where the conversation was going. She had expected much more panic and setting off alarms and people rushing to her side to see if she was okay. She had not expected Tara and Faith to rally around dark magic Lex.
Tara kissed Faith’s ear. “Honey we need to find her,” she whispered. “She’s been holding so much inside. If she lets her concern for me open up those emotions…”
“She’ll go evil,” Willow insisted.
“No, Willow, she won’t.” Tara sighed and squeezed Faith tighter. Her position allowed her to keep Faith contained. Not that Tara could ever restrain her lover. Tara’s loving embrace calmed Faith, and Faith would never break Tara’s grip and risk injuring the gentle witch.
“Where should we look?” Faith asked. She leaned into Tara’s body and relaxed.
“She blew up the conference room,” Willow said, hoping they would see how much danger she’d escaped.
“Let’s start there,” Tara said. “If nothing else, I can get a feel for her emotional state.”
“What about my emotional state? She practically threatened to go all dark magick eyes on me,” Willow said.
Faith looked at Willow. “Oracle, why don’t you go to the temple and ask if anyone has seen Lex. But don’t make it an alert. Just ask for her location.”
Willow nodded as Faith and Tara hurried from the room. “Well, that is not the way I thought that would go,” she whined to herself.
In another part of the Lock Abby Sciuto was in heaven. Granted, this Heaven was filled with information about demons and monsters and actual vampires and werewolves, but for Abby that was heaven. She finished her latest briefing on slime demons, which ended in her getting to put actual slime from a slime demon through a mass spectrometer. The results were, well, unreal. She had dozens of compounds she had never seen. Which had fascinated her and then thrilled her when she realized she would get to name them.
She found Tony in the cafeteria having a large plate of ravioli and enjoying with such enthusiasm it should require a parent or guardian to watch. She was grinning as she walked up on the sight.
Tony's mouth was full so he simply speared another ravioli and brought it up to Abby's mouth. She opened her mouth and took the ravioli with her teeth. As she started chewing she had to nod appreciatively.
DiNozzo was grinning. "See? I think I'm going to have to ask Miss Maclay to become Mrs. DiNozzo."
Abby snorted and Tony arched a brow. "What's so funny about that? This is hand made! Made by hand! This makes Chef Boyardee squeal in shame. This, this is ravioli. Tara has ruined me for other pasta, and therefore I have no other option but to make her my wife."
Abby giggled. "I'm not sure who you should ask first, Tara, Gibbs... or Faith?"
Tony paused, confused, then he smiled that wide Anthony DiNozzo smile, that one that made him glad Gibbs was on another continent and not there to smack him in the head for smiling it.
Abby was smiling as well. "Yeah."
"But what about the "match" with Ziva?"
"From what I heard she probably could have started the lessons on the supernatural an hour earlier, but..." Abby let the sentence trail off and waggled her eyebrows.
Tony muttered. "And here I was hoping Ziva had left for a rematch."
“I thought Ziva was being debriefed,” Abby said.
"Already done, and now it looks like it wasn't anywhere near as naughty as I had imagined it."
“So where did she go?” Abby looked around. “She wasn’t injured was she?”
“Nah, just run of the mill vampire bumps and bruises, plus, well, she needs new pants,” Tony stuffed another ravioli in his mouth and mumbled the rest of his sentence.
“I didn’t get that last part,” Abby said with a smile.
He smiled, swallowing. "Sorry, I was warned to get these while I could because once the slayers descend they will be GONE."
She was amazed at the volume of food slayers consumed. She would love to get Buffy in an oxygen chamber and test her metabolism.
"And I figure if I'm going to stuff myself I should have it done before all the hotties arrive."
Abby’s confusion was evident by her furrowed brows.
“Slaying. It makes a girl either hungry or horny…sometimes both, and it's not just the slayers. Ziva surprised me as much as she surprised Lex when she planted one on her. Our girl has style. A style I'm going to hope to replicate soon."
“Ziva kissed Lex?” Abby asked incredulously.
“I’m pretty sure she was yanking Lex’s chain,” Tony said as he wiped his mouth.
“And just where are they now?” Abby asked, her tone more than a bit catty.
Tony pointed out the front entrance. “Ziva went to work out,” she said and then pointed to a side door. “And Lex went to get debriefed.”
“I’ll just bet she did,” Abby said as she spun and headed in the direction Ziva had gone. “And she can just keep her briefs on around Ziva. I may have to get a bucket of water and she if she melts.”
Ziva continued holding Lex even as her body stopped shaking with each breath and her tears stopped. After a few minutes of the two women quietly holding each other, Lex rolled away, but Ziva rolled with her and they ended up spooning each other.
“Easy,” Ziva said. “You have just been through a battle more exhausting than fighting those vampires.”
Lex closed her eyes, embarrassed by her weakness.
Ziva leaned forward and whispered into Lex’s ear. “That was more than burning off energy after a mission,” Ziva said. She closed her eyes and rested her cheek against Lex’s wet hair and closed her eyes. “You should not think you are weak,” Ziva whispered. She felt Lex tense in her arms.
“Are you empathic?” Lex asked, a tiny smile forming.
“No,” Ziva said with a sigh. “I have been through my own…release recently.” She squeezed Lex tighter and felt her own throat constrict. “I have my own dark memories.”
Lex rolled over so they were facing each other and she saw a flash of pain in Ziva’s eyes that took her own breath. “Who did this to you?” Lex whispered.
Ziva shook her head and closed her eyes. She felt Lex’s forehead against hers and she took a shaking breath, but was able to maintain control of her emotions. “It no longer matters. They are dead.”
“Good,” Lex said. “Well, not actually,” she amended. “I was looking forward to killing them.”
Ziva laughed and shook her head.
Lex closed her eyes and took the comfort and the friendship Ziva offered. They were alike. Two soldiers who had parts of them broken, parts they could not share with anyone else because people expected soldiers to be strong and unyielding. Ziva and Lex both knew that was an illusion, and it felt freeing to let her guard down with someone so like her.
Ziva sighed and her body relaxed, she was exhausted from merely witnessing Lex’s pain.
Abby chose that moment to come into the dojo. She was trying her stealth approach as Ziva had taught her. Her eyes widened as she saw Ziva and Lex curled around each other. Lex was covered in sweat and her face had a glow that made Abby see red.
Lex sighed and squeezed Ziva closer. “You tell anyone about this and I will deny it ever happened.”
“It will be our secret,” Ziva said. “Until the next time,” she added with smirk.
“This time nearly killed me,” Lex yawned and snuggled closer. She felt like she could go to sleep in Ziva's arms and be completely safe. She didn’t have many friends, and she could tell, Ziva was a good friend to have. “But I’m game anytime you are.”
Abby backed out of the doorway and then moved quickly down the hall. She suddenly realized what she had been searching for and the answer shocked her. All the times she’d stared at Ziva or admired Ziva, or wanted to be with Ziva for a girls’ night out suddenly made sense. She wanted Ziva. She wanted wanted Ziva, as in wanted her like Lex had just finished having her. That thought sent a wave of jealousy through Abby. She left the room having no idea where she was going, just as long as it was away from Lex and her sweaty, sexy post orgasmic glow and her sweat damped hair that Ziva had obviously messed up as they…
“Well crap,” Abby said. “I am totally in lust with my best friend." She thought about Ziva’s smile when she had a secret. Then she thought of that day when Ziva had come back from Africa and looked so lost. All Abby had wanted to do was take her in her arms and make the sadness leave her beautiful brown eyes.
“That’s just great,” she said with a sigh. “Not in lust with my best friend after all. I’m in love with her. Awesome,” she said, clearly not thinking it as awesome at all. “I am in love with her and she is off with a witch that looks like supermodel who is just as bad ass as Ziva.” She headed toward the barracks. “I am so screwed.”
She didn’t notice Tara and Faith heading into the dojo.
Author: Dark Wyldchilde (wyldchilde37@yahoo.com)
Rating:NC-17, this is me, there will be sex, and there will be violence.
Pairing: Faith/Tara, Ziva/Abby
Setting: This is the fourth story in my Lock series.
Summary: Marines are missing, and turning up as vampires. The Lock is seeking out the source, and will do so with some new allies.
Spoilers: This story can and will combine any elements I care to from all of the runs of Buffy and Angel as well as the Stony Man Farm/Executioner books. Now it also includes NCIS to present, but it will also contradict them as necessary, because much to my own delight it's taken on a life of it's own.
I have also decided to tinker with the Buffy/Angel time lines since in the case of Buffy the show has been done almost 7 years now.
Disclaimers: This is an independent, non-profit work of fanfiction. I know there are at least three sets (or more) of copyrights involved, and this story is not a challenge to any of them.
Wyld's Notes: You probably shouldn't be reading this story unless you've read my earlier fics "Life on the Farm" "Declaration of War" and "The Front" because without them this story might get confusing.
On a NCIS note I need to add I am keeping the Ziva/Gibbs cannon that she killed Ari to save Gibbs, and not the more recent nonsense that it was to get Gibbs to trust her.
More importantly I must send out my personal thanks to Lisa Countryman. She has been a wonderful sounding board, and has been essential in making this fic possible, including spoon feeding me the incredibly funny chapter 5, writing three whole chapters herself, and healthy sections of other chapters as well.
I also need to add a special thanks and welcome to my new beta reader laura jones.
Chapter 18-special guest author, Lisa Countryman
As that was happening Tara and Faith looked at Willow, one of the smartest women they knew and both had the same reaction. “What the hell were you thinking? Tara said before Faith could.
“What?” Willow was now thoroughly confused. “I was trying to help. You know, let her know that I know what she’s going through.”
Faith rolled her eyes and paced. “So, Red, you ever lock your entire family in a building and light ‘em on fire?” She stormed closer. “You ever stand by and listen as they screamed in agony as you made yourself an orphan?
Willow backed up, but Faith followed.
“You ever stand there even after the last whimpers stopped and watch the building burn down to coals because even though they were evil, they were your blood, and you owed them that much?” Faith asked.
Willow shook her head. “That’s why I wanted to help,” she insisted. “I saw how deep she was and, well, someone needs to do a Wiccan intervention, and since she doesn’t have any other witches I guess I thought that I…”
“She doesn’t have other witches because she burned them alive to protect the world,” Faith said. “She killed them for the horrible things they did. Things like, oh I don’t know, mind rape their lovers?”
“Faith!” Tara moved closer and wrapped her arms around Faith. “Honey, we don’t have time for this. We need to find Lex.”
“Well, what about me?” Willow asked. “She told me I should leave. I think she wanted to hurt me. She was out of control.” She nodded. “Did I mention the black eyes? Because there were eyes and they were black.”
Tara sighed and rested her forehead on the back of Faith’s head. She was behind her Slayer, with her arms around Faith’s waist. She lifted her head and looked over Faith’s shoulder to meet Willow’s eyes. “If she wasn’t in control, you wouldn’t have left the room alive.”
“And you let her just roam around?” Willow asked.
“Well, to be fair, Lex has never been disloyal to us. She killed an evil line of witches single-handedly,” Faith said. “Around here, that would get her a promotion. And she certainly never tried to turn me over to my worst enemies.”
“Well, yeah,” Willow said, she scowled, not liking where the conversation was going. She had expected much more panic and setting off alarms and people rushing to her side to see if she was okay. She had not expected Tara and Faith to rally around dark magic Lex.
Tara kissed Faith’s ear. “Honey we need to find her,” she whispered. “She’s been holding so much inside. If she lets her concern for me open up those emotions…”
“She’ll go evil,” Willow insisted.
“No, Willow, she won’t.” Tara sighed and squeezed Faith tighter. Her position allowed her to keep Faith contained. Not that Tara could ever restrain her lover. Tara’s loving embrace calmed Faith, and Faith would never break Tara’s grip and risk injuring the gentle witch.
“Where should we look?” Faith asked. She leaned into Tara’s body and relaxed.
“She blew up the conference room,” Willow said, hoping they would see how much danger she’d escaped.
“Let’s start there,” Tara said. “If nothing else, I can get a feel for her emotional state.”
“What about my emotional state? She practically threatened to go all dark magick eyes on me,” Willow said.
Faith looked at Willow. “Oracle, why don’t you go to the temple and ask if anyone has seen Lex. But don’t make it an alert. Just ask for her location.”
Willow nodded as Faith and Tara hurried from the room. “Well, that is not the way I thought that would go,” she whined to herself.
In another part of the Lock Abby Sciuto was in heaven. Granted, this Heaven was filled with information about demons and monsters and actual vampires and werewolves, but for Abby that was heaven. She finished her latest briefing on slime demons, which ended in her getting to put actual slime from a slime demon through a mass spectrometer. The results were, well, unreal. She had dozens of compounds she had never seen. Which had fascinated her and then thrilled her when she realized she would get to name them.
She found Tony in the cafeteria having a large plate of ravioli and enjoying with such enthusiasm it should require a parent or guardian to watch. She was grinning as she walked up on the sight.
Tony's mouth was full so he simply speared another ravioli and brought it up to Abby's mouth. She opened her mouth and took the ravioli with her teeth. As she started chewing she had to nod appreciatively.
DiNozzo was grinning. "See? I think I'm going to have to ask Miss Maclay to become Mrs. DiNozzo."
Abby snorted and Tony arched a brow. "What's so funny about that? This is hand made! Made by hand! This makes Chef Boyardee squeal in shame. This, this is ravioli. Tara has ruined me for other pasta, and therefore I have no other option but to make her my wife."
Abby giggled. "I'm not sure who you should ask first, Tara, Gibbs... or Faith?"
Tony paused, confused, then he smiled that wide Anthony DiNozzo smile, that one that made him glad Gibbs was on another continent and not there to smack him in the head for smiling it.
Abby was smiling as well. "Yeah."
"But what about the "match" with Ziva?"
"From what I heard she probably could have started the lessons on the supernatural an hour earlier, but..." Abby let the sentence trail off and waggled her eyebrows.
Tony muttered. "And here I was hoping Ziva had left for a rematch."
“I thought Ziva was being debriefed,” Abby said.
"Already done, and now it looks like it wasn't anywhere near as naughty as I had imagined it."
“So where did she go?” Abby looked around. “She wasn’t injured was she?”
“Nah, just run of the mill vampire bumps and bruises, plus, well, she needs new pants,” Tony stuffed another ravioli in his mouth and mumbled the rest of his sentence.
“I didn’t get that last part,” Abby said with a smile.
He smiled, swallowing. "Sorry, I was warned to get these while I could because once the slayers descend they will be GONE."
She was amazed at the volume of food slayers consumed. She would love to get Buffy in an oxygen chamber and test her metabolism.
"And I figure if I'm going to stuff myself I should have it done before all the hotties arrive."
Abby’s confusion was evident by her furrowed brows.
“Slaying. It makes a girl either hungry or horny…sometimes both, and it's not just the slayers. Ziva surprised me as much as she surprised Lex when she planted one on her. Our girl has style. A style I'm going to hope to replicate soon."
“Ziva kissed Lex?” Abby asked incredulously.
“I’m pretty sure she was yanking Lex’s chain,” Tony said as he wiped his mouth.
“And just where are they now?” Abby asked, her tone more than a bit catty.
Tony pointed out the front entrance. “Ziva went to work out,” she said and then pointed to a side door. “And Lex went to get debriefed.”
“I’ll just bet she did,” Abby said as she spun and headed in the direction Ziva had gone. “And she can just keep her briefs on around Ziva. I may have to get a bucket of water and she if she melts.”
Ziva continued holding Lex even as her body stopped shaking with each breath and her tears stopped. After a few minutes of the two women quietly holding each other, Lex rolled away, but Ziva rolled with her and they ended up spooning each other.
“Easy,” Ziva said. “You have just been through a battle more exhausting than fighting those vampires.”
Lex closed her eyes, embarrassed by her weakness.
Ziva leaned forward and whispered into Lex’s ear. “That was more than burning off energy after a mission,” Ziva said. She closed her eyes and rested her cheek against Lex’s wet hair and closed her eyes. “You should not think you are weak,” Ziva whispered. She felt Lex tense in her arms.
“Are you empathic?” Lex asked, a tiny smile forming.
“No,” Ziva said with a sigh. “I have been through my own…release recently.” She squeezed Lex tighter and felt her own throat constrict. “I have my own dark memories.”
Lex rolled over so they were facing each other and she saw a flash of pain in Ziva’s eyes that took her own breath. “Who did this to you?” Lex whispered.
Ziva shook her head and closed her eyes. She felt Lex’s forehead against hers and she took a shaking breath, but was able to maintain control of her emotions. “It no longer matters. They are dead.”
“Good,” Lex said. “Well, not actually,” she amended. “I was looking forward to killing them.”
Ziva laughed and shook her head.
Lex closed her eyes and took the comfort and the friendship Ziva offered. They were alike. Two soldiers who had parts of them broken, parts they could not share with anyone else because people expected soldiers to be strong and unyielding. Ziva and Lex both knew that was an illusion, and it felt freeing to let her guard down with someone so like her.
Ziva sighed and her body relaxed, she was exhausted from merely witnessing Lex’s pain.
Abby chose that moment to come into the dojo. She was trying her stealth approach as Ziva had taught her. Her eyes widened as she saw Ziva and Lex curled around each other. Lex was covered in sweat and her face had a glow that made Abby see red.
Lex sighed and squeezed Ziva closer. “You tell anyone about this and I will deny it ever happened.”
“It will be our secret,” Ziva said. “Until the next time,” she added with smirk.
“This time nearly killed me,” Lex yawned and snuggled closer. She felt like she could go to sleep in Ziva's arms and be completely safe. She didn’t have many friends, and she could tell, Ziva was a good friend to have. “But I’m game anytime you are.”
Abby backed out of the doorway and then moved quickly down the hall. She suddenly realized what she had been searching for and the answer shocked her. All the times she’d stared at Ziva or admired Ziva, or wanted to be with Ziva for a girls’ night out suddenly made sense. She wanted Ziva. She wanted wanted Ziva, as in wanted her like Lex had just finished having her. That thought sent a wave of jealousy through Abby. She left the room having no idea where she was going, just as long as it was away from Lex and her sweaty, sexy post orgasmic glow and her sweat damped hair that Ziva had obviously messed up as they…
“Well crap,” Abby said. “I am totally in lust with my best friend." She thought about Ziva’s smile when she had a secret. Then she thought of that day when Ziva had come back from Africa and looked so lost. All Abby had wanted to do was take her in her arms and make the sadness leave her beautiful brown eyes.
“That’s just great,” she said with a sigh. “Not in lust with my best friend after all. I’m in love with her. Awesome,” she said, clearly not thinking it as awesome at all. “I am in love with her and she is off with a witch that looks like supermodel who is just as bad ass as Ziva.” She headed toward the barracks. “I am so screwed.”
She didn’t notice Tara and Faith heading into the dojo.