Fic: A Little Evil Comes A Long Way (Kahlan/Cara) 5/33
Title: A Little Evil Comes A Long Way
Author: raug_moss
Pairings: Kahlan/Cara
Rating: NC-17
A/N: modern AU
A/N: again a belated update. but it's the first week of the new semester and all of my professors seem to think that their class is the most important one. not that I have anything else to do... also the lots_pornbattle got in the way. I'll hopefully be posting at least one fic, so if you're interested in some smut I'd recommend heading over there
Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4
Chapter 5
“Thank you detective,” the redhead says with a teary smile. She gives Cara a quick hug and returns to her family. They’ve been waiting here all day for their daughter to return and now that the police have brought them some kind of retribution they can leave with a feeling of ease instead of grief.
“Good job Mason,” her partner Richard says as he comes to stand beside her. He crosses his muscular arms before his chest and leans his hip against her desk.
“It wasn’t that hard to find those assholes, they weren’t really subtle,” she huffs.
“Yeah well, still. But what am I hearing? They got a nice beating from a hot chick?” Richard chuckles as Cara shoots him an angry stare.
“Who says that?” she asks, looking around as if she can find the culprit simply by staring darkly at everyone.
“A little birdie. But is it true?”
“Don’t you have anything to do? A case to solve?” Cara growls at him.
Richard shakes his head, grinning. “If you don’t wanna talk about the hot chick fine. Keep her to yourself,” he answers, turning on his heels and walking back to his own desk.
Cara sits back down in her chair and rakes both hands through her shoulder-length hair. Her gaze travels over the papers on her desk and stops when she sees Denson’s report sitting atop a few other files.
Kahlan Amnell is the name on top of the first page. Cara raises her eyebrows and stares at it a little bit longer. “It fits,” she mumbles and reaches for the keypad of her computer.
Quickly looking around, making sure that no one is watching her, she types the name into a search and waits.
But to no avail. There are no entries in any database, not even a parking ticket.
A woman who knows how to defend herself like that has never gotten into trouble? Cara wonders about that but decides to let it go for the time being. There are in fact a few important cases she needs to take of care of. Meaning that they demand her entire attention, because she never does things by half-measures.
And so her day ends the same way it has begun. With paperwork.
She usually is one of the first in the office and leaves when most of her colleagues have already gone home. That’s just how her day works. She needs to exhaust herself during work to be able to close her eyes at night. And she rather does that than taking sleeping pills or any of the like.
Turning off her computer she grabs her jacket that hangs over the back of her chair and gathers a few files before leaving the office. It’s located in a large building that also houses a few other agencies and so the elevator takes her down six stories before she can step out into the cold night.
Her car is parked around the corner and she hurries around the building, pulling her jacket around herself to ward off the chill.
It doesn’t take long for her to get home, because the streets are empty at this hour.
She knows she’s being watched when she gets out of the car and sure enough the drapes in a window on the first floor are quickly returned to their normal position when she looks up.
Cara digs around in her purse and eventually finds her keys. The brown door in front of her swings open before she can even get anywhere near the lock and a big ball of brown fur tackles her legs. She flails with her arms to keep herself from falling, the keys jingling loudly.
“Cara dear!” An elderly woman stands in the hallway and the door to her left is wide open.
Cara laughs and pats the dog whose tail repeatedly slams against her legs. He looks up at her with trusting green eyes, his tongue rolling out of his mouth.
“Thank you for taking care of him Mrs Johnson. I think he doesn’t even know who is owner really is.” Cara is grinning as she bends down and drags her fingers through soft fur.
“I sure enjoy the company,” the elderly woman replies. Her grey hair is tied back in a bun and she wears a simple dress with an apron above it. That woman simply loves housework, Cara thinks silently.
“Did you make the world a better place today?” Mrs Johnson asks, smiling. She always poses the same question when Cara comes home from work and the blonde always has the same answer.
“Yes I did.”
“Good, good. But it’s time for bed now. Goodnight dear,” Mrs Johnson waves a hand and scurries back into her apartment.
“Goodnight!” Cara calls and leads her dog up the stairs to her own flat. There are no other inhabitants in this house, because there are only two apartments and Cara prefers it that way. She doesn’t have to deal with annoying neighbors, or noise plus Mrs Johnson always takes care of Spike. She wouldn’t know what to do without her.
Cara unlocks her door and finds the room behind it dark and empty. Anything else would be out of the ordinary anyway. Spike bounds into the apartment, turns around and looks expectantly at her.
“You’re just a supersized stuffed animal aren’t you?” the blonde coos as the dog cocks his head to one side.
She decides to take a hot bath after the day she’s had and as she soaks in the water, that slowly relaxes her muscles, she closes her eyes.
It had been a success to arrest those men. Finally. She’d been on their heels for a few weeks now and something coils in her stomach when she thinks of what they’d done. Those women who’d survived their attacks had not been willing to testify against them, until Mary of course. The red-head was as a brave a woman as can be. As was the strange brunette.
A lazy smiles turns the corners of her mouth upward as she recalls the beating those bastards had gotten from her. It served them right. They deserved worse than that, but now it was in the hands of a court.
A bark sounds from outside the closed bathroom door and Cara opens her eyes again.
“Yeah, yeah. I’ll be right there!” She lets the dog know.
Getting out of the tub and wrapping herself in a thick blue fluffy bathrobe she exits the room and settles on the couch together with her furry companion.
She wraps both arms around him and rests her chin on his back as Spike spreads himself across her legs. Her head bobs up and down with every breath the dog takes.
Had he been a cat he surely would’ve started purring by now.
“I like women who know how to deal out blows.” She says quietly out of the blue.
Spike whimpers.
“Not what you think! Little dirthead.” Cara chuckles quietly and inhales a few dog hairs by doing that. Sitting up and leaning her head back against the cushions she wipes the back of her hand across her mouth.
“I should go to bed.” But instead she sits there a while longer, looking at nothing in particular and lets her thoughts wander.
Chapter 6
Author: raug_moss
Pairings: Kahlan/Cara
Rating: NC-17
A/N: modern AU
A/N: again a belated update. but it's the first week of the new semester and all of my professors seem to think that their class is the most important one. not that I have anything else to do... also the lots_pornbattle got in the way. I'll hopefully be posting at least one fic, so if you're interested in some smut I'd recommend heading over there
Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4
Chapter 5
“Thank you detective,” the redhead says with a teary smile. She gives Cara a quick hug and returns to her family. They’ve been waiting here all day for their daughter to return and now that the police have brought them some kind of retribution they can leave with a feeling of ease instead of grief.
“Good job Mason,” her partner Richard says as he comes to stand beside her. He crosses his muscular arms before his chest and leans his hip against her desk.
“It wasn’t that hard to find those assholes, they weren’t really subtle,” she huffs.
“Yeah well, still. But what am I hearing? They got a nice beating from a hot chick?” Richard chuckles as Cara shoots him an angry stare.
“Who says that?” she asks, looking around as if she can find the culprit simply by staring darkly at everyone.
“A little birdie. But is it true?”
“Don’t you have anything to do? A case to solve?” Cara growls at him.
Richard shakes his head, grinning. “If you don’t wanna talk about the hot chick fine. Keep her to yourself,” he answers, turning on his heels and walking back to his own desk.
Cara sits back down in her chair and rakes both hands through her shoulder-length hair. Her gaze travels over the papers on her desk and stops when she sees Denson’s report sitting atop a few other files.
Kahlan Amnell is the name on top of the first page. Cara raises her eyebrows and stares at it a little bit longer. “It fits,” she mumbles and reaches for the keypad of her computer.
Quickly looking around, making sure that no one is watching her, she types the name into a search and waits.
But to no avail. There are no entries in any database, not even a parking ticket.
A woman who knows how to defend herself like that has never gotten into trouble? Cara wonders about that but decides to let it go for the time being. There are in fact a few important cases she needs to take of care of. Meaning that they demand her entire attention, because she never does things by half-measures.
And so her day ends the same way it has begun. With paperwork.
She usually is one of the first in the office and leaves when most of her colleagues have already gone home. That’s just how her day works. She needs to exhaust herself during work to be able to close her eyes at night. And she rather does that than taking sleeping pills or any of the like.
Turning off her computer she grabs her jacket that hangs over the back of her chair and gathers a few files before leaving the office. It’s located in a large building that also houses a few other agencies and so the elevator takes her down six stories before she can step out into the cold night.
Her car is parked around the corner and she hurries around the building, pulling her jacket around herself to ward off the chill.
It doesn’t take long for her to get home, because the streets are empty at this hour.
She knows she’s being watched when she gets out of the car and sure enough the drapes in a window on the first floor are quickly returned to their normal position when she looks up.
Cara digs around in her purse and eventually finds her keys. The brown door in front of her swings open before she can even get anywhere near the lock and a big ball of brown fur tackles her legs. She flails with her arms to keep herself from falling, the keys jingling loudly.
“Cara dear!” An elderly woman stands in the hallway and the door to her left is wide open.
Cara laughs and pats the dog whose tail repeatedly slams against her legs. He looks up at her with trusting green eyes, his tongue rolling out of his mouth.
“Thank you for taking care of him Mrs Johnson. I think he doesn’t even know who is owner really is.” Cara is grinning as she bends down and drags her fingers through soft fur.
“I sure enjoy the company,” the elderly woman replies. Her grey hair is tied back in a bun and she wears a simple dress with an apron above it. That woman simply loves housework, Cara thinks silently.
“Did you make the world a better place today?” Mrs Johnson asks, smiling. She always poses the same question when Cara comes home from work and the blonde always has the same answer.
“Yes I did.”
“Good, good. But it’s time for bed now. Goodnight dear,” Mrs Johnson waves a hand and scurries back into her apartment.
“Goodnight!” Cara calls and leads her dog up the stairs to her own flat. There are no other inhabitants in this house, because there are only two apartments and Cara prefers it that way. She doesn’t have to deal with annoying neighbors, or noise plus Mrs Johnson always takes care of Spike. She wouldn’t know what to do without her.
Cara unlocks her door and finds the room behind it dark and empty. Anything else would be out of the ordinary anyway. Spike bounds into the apartment, turns around and looks expectantly at her.
“You’re just a supersized stuffed animal aren’t you?” the blonde coos as the dog cocks his head to one side.
She decides to take a hot bath after the day she’s had and as she soaks in the water, that slowly relaxes her muscles, she closes her eyes.
It had been a success to arrest those men. Finally. She’d been on their heels for a few weeks now and something coils in her stomach when she thinks of what they’d done. Those women who’d survived their attacks had not been willing to testify against them, until Mary of course. The red-head was as a brave a woman as can be. As was the strange brunette.
A lazy smiles turns the corners of her mouth upward as she recalls the beating those bastards had gotten from her. It served them right. They deserved worse than that, but now it was in the hands of a court.
A bark sounds from outside the closed bathroom door and Cara opens her eyes again.
“Yeah, yeah. I’ll be right there!” She lets the dog know.
Getting out of the tub and wrapping herself in a thick blue fluffy bathrobe she exits the room and settles on the couch together with her furry companion.
She wraps both arms around him and rests her chin on his back as Spike spreads himself across her legs. Her head bobs up and down with every breath the dog takes.
Had he been a cat he surely would’ve started purring by now.
“I like women who know how to deal out blows.” She says quietly out of the blue.
Spike whimpers.
“Not what you think! Little dirthead.” Cara chuckles quietly and inhales a few dog hairs by doing that. Sitting up and leaning her head back against the cushions she wipes the back of her hand across her mouth.
“I should go to bed.” But instead she sits there a while longer, looking at nothing in particular and lets her thoughts wander.
Chapter 6