Dont abduct me I'm Welsh!

Shooting star



Mary was asleep, and she was dreaming. It was her favourite kind of dream. Unsurprisingly she was dreaming of Val. He was laid out supine, tangled up in dark silk sheets. His back was towards her, the fall of his moonlight hair veiling the rippling muscles along his back. He looked tempting. Like a vanilla ice cream she just wanted to lick.

Her fingers traced along the spaces between his ribs, and then moved his heavy fall of hair before laying a kiss on his shoulder blade. Mary’s blunt teeth scored along his shoulder, as she pressed herself against him. Her breasts pressed tightly against his back, the curve of his firm rear pressed against the tops of her thighs. It all felt sinfully good. His skin so smooth but cold, frozen almost, he had not felt this cold since the first time they had met. “Burrrgghhh, you’re so cold. Let’s see if I can’t warm you.” Her hand began to ghost over the v at his groin.

He hissed, turning slightly in her embrace. “Marrryyy.” He said in a low burr, and then looked mildly confused. “How is this possible, you are here?”

“Sush, don’t ruin it.” Mary said, and curling round him, sealed his mouth with a kiss, one that he began to return enthusiastically. She had to climb on top of him to continue the kiss, his hands smoothing up and down her back.

“This is a dream.” He sighed, as she broke the kiss.

Mary smiled as he ran his fingers over her lips. “Then it is a good dream.” She giggled slightly, realising that she had just stolen a line from Tolkin. Appropriate considering that it was an elf between her legs.

His fingers feathered over her hips. “Your really here aren’t you?” He looked suddenly anxious sitting up slightly. “Are you well?”

“I don’t know, you tell me.” Mary shrugged, and lent down to kiss along his neck. The elf sighed in pleasure, tilting his head to give her more room.

“I have missed you.”

“Less talking, more kissing.” Mary chided and met his mouth again. Feeling his chuckle against her lips, and the rumble of his chest between her legs and where she was ground against him, sending a delicious shiver through her body. She twined about him, as they kissed. Val’s kissing skills lost nothing in the dream. But there was something that was still bothering her. “Val, just a question why are you so cold?”

“I’m stowed away in a frozen storage unit, about to hijack a ship and come and find you.” He replied with complete candour, as if it was perfectly normal.

“What! Why would you do something so dangerous? I swear if you get yourself killed, I’m going to murder you myself!”

“But Mary, that makes no sense I would already be dead.” His face was innocently bemused.

“Oh don’t get cute.” She slapped his shoulder crossly.

The Elf laughed again. “Few would describe me as cute.”

Mary huffed with annoyance. “Oh stop trying to use that Elvish reason on me!”

Valdagerion smiled and brushed a stray lock of her hair away from her face. “My reason has never worked when it comes to you Mary. Why else would I be stealing across space to come and find you?” She nuzzled in to the contact, and kissed his palm.

Mary suddenly stiffened, sensing an alien presence at the peripheries of her dream just catching the end of a thought. “Legolas again! Someone has watched far too much Lord of the Rings. ” She mentally held her breath, listening.

“What is it Mary?” Valdagerion said with sudden concern at her perturbed expression.

“One moment.” There. Mary had found the intruder, and instantly jettisoned the unwanted presence from her mind with a firm mental shove.

“Mary?”

“Don’t worry, it’s sorted now. This has been happening a lot recently.” Mary said, smiling back at Val before she sobered. “You have to promise me you will be careful. There are people after me, trying to get to you.”

His gaze suddenly sharpened, like daggers fingers curling in to her arms. “Elf’s?”

“No human, like me.”

Mary could see that Val wanted to say something else, but the dream was fading, she could feel him being pulled from her. And then the dream was gone. Just like that. And she was more then just a little pissed off about being interrupted. At first she had thought that the ‘presence’ had just been some subconscious manifestation of her paranoia; but now she was not so sure. Just as she was not really sure what these dreams about Val pertained to. She had been dreaming of Val coming for her every night so tonight was no real surprise – though usually he was rescuing her on the back of a snowy white horse, or a shiny black bike. A refrigeration unit was defiantly new, and well weird. It was probably best not to get her hopes up to much even though admittedly this last dream felt more…real.

“Who ever it is perving on my dreams better watch out.” Mary said as if anyone was listening. “Because when I find them there will be hell to pay.”

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Waking had been sudden and painful in the sub zero storage unit. The Klaress suit had stopped them from freezing to death, but it was still excruciatingly cold. Even the memory of his dream failed to warm him. Every breath was like taking in a lungful of razors. In the darkness, he felt the others jerk in to consciousness. His limbs felt numb and clumsy as he felt for the door, and pushed. It did not give.

Panic set in, as Rillian joined him. Awake now they had a limited amount of breathable air even with the Klaress suits. What had gone wrong? Had they underestimated the dose and woken to early? Had the ships crew locked the container? Was something pushed up against it, preventing their escape? Perhaps it was just the wrong door? Perhaps they could use something to pry it open?

Fear was not an emotion that Valdagerion was a complete stranger to. He had often felt fear in battle, it kept you alive, kept you sharp. This was a different, a helpless kind of fear. A fear that griped his heart colder then the sub zero unit they were in. Fear that he had led his closest friends to a dishonourable death, that this would be their tomb. Fear that it was all futile and he had failed Mary. His fist pounded on the wall, knowing full well that no one would be able to hear. He did not need to see the red warning light on his suits control screen to know that his air supply was beyond dangerously low.

“Light.” Rillian croaked through chattering teeth.

Valdagerion turned, half expecting that they were just hallucinating and light headed. Before he had processed, that Rillian had spoken true, the door was opening and they spilled out on to the floor in an ungainly heap. Blinded by the sudden light, and shivering so badly it was like a fit convulsing his whole body, Valdagerion fought to get up. Rillian was besides him, getting in to a fighting crouch – not that they had any weapons yet – getting ready to attack and silence the unfortunate crew member who had discovered their hiding place.

“I’m sorry it took me so long to find you.” A familiar voice said, dousing the deadly intent in the warrior’s eyes. “There was another unit stacked against the one you were in; it took me a while to move it.”

“Nearwen?” Valdagerion said incredulously as he peered up at his youngest sister. “What are you doing here?”

“Rescuing you apparently.” His sister stated. “You could sound at least a little grateful brother.”

“How can you be here, we have told no one of our plans?” Valdagerion demanded, sorely discomforted. He glanced at the Rillian who shook his head apparently as confused as he was.

Nearwen looked pleased with herself. “Your not the only one who can be sneaky. I have been following Rillian about. When I saw him looking at the containers I suspected that you were up to something. You’re the most stubborn of all of us, and I knew you wouldn’t have given up so easily. I managed to get myself on bored with some delegation papers.”

Dread griped him. “Does mother know?”

His sisters face twisted in disdain. “Not that I am aware. Any way it doesn’t matter how I found you out, what matters is I want to help you brother.”

“No, it’s too dangerous.”

“My Lady, with respect your brother is right.” Rillain added soothingly, noting the obstinate set of her chin that he was only to familiar with in her brother. “You put yourself in grave peril by aiding us, not that we are not grateful. You can not be involved with this, to do so will make you outlaw. It might sound romantic, but the realities are somewhat grimmer.”

“Now is not the time for this.” Valdagerion said with suppressed annoyance. “We have to go now as planned. The longer we wait here the more chance of being discovered and our mission failing.” Rillian nodded, and retrieved the concealed weapons, off world pulse guns and flash bangs; better for taking a whole room of people unawares. Rillian pulled up a hologram of the ships lay out, and they went over their strategy once more. This was insane, Rillain and he were the only warriors, Darrah and Peran were not fighters by nature, but here they were about to try to take over ship. Valdagerion sighed. “Right, lets get this over with.”

“What should I do?” Nearwen asked.

“Stay here, and out of trouble. I will deal with you later.” Valdagerion said grimly. Nearwen’s protest was stilled by a cold look and a brief explanation. “If we are worried about you, then mistakes could be made. We can not fail, If we do the Mary might….You are valiant sister, it does you credit. But I would not see you harmed.”

“Then I will wait.” Nearwen said looking up at her brother, squeezing his hand as he passed.

The male elf’s spread out like spilled mercury through the ship. Securing each room methodically, they started with those who were slumbering. Most were trussed up and gagged before they had barely woken. They reformed and headed towards the control room, running swiftly and silently, weapons at the ready, senses razor sharp.

Rillian branched off from them, heading to the engine room. They waited in anticipation by the control room door, waiting for the lights to dim, and then go out completely plunging the ship in to total darkness. But with the Kleress suits helmet’s night vision, it did not matter to Valdagerion and his men.

The sound of confused voices in the control room gave them their cue. Valdagerion went first, weapon raised. He encountered someone in the doorway, and was swiftly dealt with, a quick bioelectric shock to the neck, felling them instantly.

“What’s going on, Travithic?”

“We have you surrounded, we are armed. I suggest that you surrender without a fight and you shall not be harmed.” Valdagerion demanded in is most commanding voice.

“Who is that?” Came a frightened response.

“It doesn’t matter.”

“What do you want?” The lights came back to life. The ten crew men looked about in terror; eyes lingering on the pulse guns in their hands, even Perran looked fairly professional if not exactly menacing. “What have you done to Travithic? What about Lady Nearwen.”

Valdagerion looked down to the man at his feet. “Oh him, he will be alright in a few days or so.” He pulled off his helmet – no sense in anonymity now.

“Lord Valdagerion!”

“As you can see Lady Nearwen will be quite safe. As to what I want, I thought that I made it clear. I want this ship. And I am taking it one way or another. Do you understand?”

Darrah was now behind the pilot pressing the gun against his back. “Completely.” The pilot answered.

Valdagerion smirked evilly. “Wise choice.”

Once the crew were marched and secured in one of the sleeping chambers, carefully striped; then Valdagerion could turn his attention to his sister. “We will put you in to port with the rest of the crew. It changes our plans a bit but ….. It will need to be an Imperial port, we had been hoping to avoid them. You can deny any involvement in this affair. Even if Mother did not know about it before, she soon will. If I know her, she will not allow this dishonour to go unpunished.”

“No.” Nearwen said defiantly. “You need me.”

“Nearwen…” Valdagerion growled in warning.

Nearwen looked about the control room, and indicated to the group “Do you really think that you alone can pilot and navigate this safely?” Valdagerion had to own he had his doubts. “You know that I have been piloting mother’s ships for years. Even with me it will be hard.” Her hand stole over his. “Besides, I want to help you get Mary back. It’s the first time I think that I have ever seen you truly happy is with her.”

Valdagerion was rendered speechless. Rillian laughed. “Looks like your sister has bread true!”

“Well?” Nearwen demanded.

“Fine. I’m going to check on the prisoners.” Valdagerion huffed and turned, grumbling under his breath about irreverent friends, and unruly sisters.


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Mary had been sitting in the Coffee shop for some time sipping a simply huge latte and watching the rain falling, before Louis showed up to giver her back the book he had stolen. “You’re late.” She accused as he came towards her.

“I am sorry cheri. Just let me go get a coffee first, it has been a very long day, no?” He said as he placed a lap top bag down, and slung his coat over the nearest chair.

As she waited she studied the American. He was average height, well built. Right now he was soaked, his dark curly hair reminded her a bit of Clark Kent. He had that whole wholesome American thing going for him, but with a bit of sexy exotic French-something thrown in, and skin the colour any Latino would be proud of. He was still not a patch on Val – but she could admit that he was a hansom man. When he came back he noticed her appreciative glance and smiled, his pale green eyes sparkling before he took a swig of his dark coffee, relishing it.

“My book?”

“Ah .” He said with that rueful smile. “I forgot it, I have a terrible memory. One of my bad habits I’m afraid, no?” He replied, with his 1000 what american smile.

“One of many I have discovered.”

“Perhaps you can come back to my flat and get it no?” He replied salaciously with a waggle of his eyebrows.

Mary responded in kind. “Perhaps you could just put it through my letter box.”

“Ah, but where is the fun in that Cheri?”

Mary sipped her coffee again, suddenly embarrassed. The truth was if she was not still so totally in love with Val, then Louis would have been just the sort of guy she would have gone for. Besides she was enjoying his stories about his home in New Orleans, and the bayou. She liked his energy and eagerness, the fact that he was stil trying to make her laugh even though she brushed him off time and time again. And that cute smile. She liked that he didnt know her, and for that reason she could be herself around him, as she was now. Not trying to pretend to be who she had been before. Just two strangers in a coffee shop.

“Voodoo, no way. There’s no way it works.”

“You do not believe in magic Cheri?”

Mary shook her head. “About as much as I do Father Christmas.”

“Or aliens?”

“Or aliens.” Mary repeated softly.

Louis leaned in closer. “Elf’s and fairies?”

Mary only laughed softly in response.

“Do you know, you have a very secret smile?” Louis said after a moment. [And sexy as hell, come to bed look.]

Mary blushed realising that she had quite accidently read his thoughts. Louis had been watching her intently and his hand slid over the table before she could stop him and touched her hand lightly. It was like a jolt of electricity. Mary jerked her hand out from under his as if burned, her eyes wide and round, Louis’s were knowing.

She tried for a laugh. “Static.”

“Mary. How long have you been a physic?” Apparantly he was not fooled. Mary decided that decression was the better part of valor, and tried to bail.

Mary got up, her seat screeching across the floor. “Wow look at the time. I really had better go.”

Louis caught up with her just as she went through the door. “Mary wait!” She turned to face the American, he looked down her with concern. “Mary, look its nothing to be afraid of. I’m psychic too. I have been since I was a small kid. I know you were reading my mind just a moment ago. Perhaps we can talk about it?”

Mary ducked her head. “Another time, perhaps.” Surpsingly he let her go.


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“DAM HIS EYES!” Boyd, again. Louis winced as his phone rang and interrupted yet another trance. He flipped it open with a grunt. “What?”

“Rise and shine Mr Baptiste.” Agent Boyd said with false lightness.

“Do you really have to be such an unbelievable asshole?” Louis asked, his head splitting so bad he just wanted to vomit.

A gruff laugh was his only answer. “So how’s the wee girlfriend?”

“UFO sightings aren’t really my bag.” Louis replied in his mild Creole drawl, stretching with a smothered yawn.

“You better have found out something, Mr Barkley said that you were the best. We have been here a week now, if there any any results soon people are going to start asking why.”

“I think we are braking up the wrong tree with this girl.”

“She is hiding something. I know it in my gut.”

“Your gut, perhaps it was some bad haggis.”

“I have had more years interrogating people then you have had hot dinners, so mind yourself my lad! I know when people are holding back information. I know your hiding something yourself. You never can trust a junkie.”

Ok that did it. Louis was really mad now; it was not as if he asked for the drugs in the first place. “Fuck off you…”

There was a shush sound, something travailing quickly and then the pillow by Louis’s head exploded in a cloud of feathers. Louis jaw hit the floor and he almost dropped the phone. “You just tried to shoot me.”

“Trust me, if I meant to shoot you, you would be dead.” The Scots man stated. “Now remember who is in charge of this operation and tell me what you know.”

“Ok, Ok. Its nothing to do with aliens.” Louis crawled across the floor and looked out his window. Boyd was across the road, a bloody big sniper gun pointed at him. “I believe that she is like me.” Louis explained. “That she has telepathic abilities.”

“That’s unexpected.”

“How strong?”

“Not very.” Louis lied automatically. He wouldn’t wish the rigors of the Procedure on Mary. “Not worth training. So now what?”

“You keep watching the girl, I will let you know.”

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“An Imperial ship!”

The Rhi’Arran went quickly over to the screen where Rillian was indicating. “Dam. They must be waiting for us.”

Valdagerion looked away from his now despondent crew of unlikely pirates, and out of the port hole, they were just behind the moon hiding their ship. The much larger Imperial Interceptor lay like a hound at bay just waiting for them, behind it the blue and green of Mary’s home world. He was so close. He reached out, creating the optical illusion of holding the planet like a fruit in his hand.

“Now what?” he asked almost hopelessly. There was no way that they could leave the ship in orbit as planed and take the smaller craft down now, not unless they wanted to wait out the months it would take for his mother to give up – if she ever would. Ina fit of sudden anger he punched a panel. Perran looked at him with reporach, but the Rhi'arran shruged. "It's not like it was important anyway."

He snapped out of his grim thoughts when the ship’s engines whirred in to life, and he felt it lurch down and left.

“What’s going on?”

Nerwen at the helm answered as she franticly typing things in to the ships computer. “I have an idea.”

The ship lurched forwards again gaining speed and sending them all back, not ready for the sudden acceleration. “Which is?”

“We go head on to the Interceptor, it won’t be able to ready its weapons in time and we fly right underneath it. Then we land on earth. If we land underwater they wound be able to find us with scanners, not with all the human’s machines interference.”

“That’s suicide.” Rillian exclaimed.

“No, I have done it before for fun. Rhondesse and I liked to buzz the interceptors. Admittedly the pleasure crafts are smaller and more manovrable then this crate, but it can still be done. Val you need to type in the coordinates of where you last found her and we can start there. “

“Suicide.” Rillian grumbled again, but was already bracing himself.

Nearwen had the engines at full output, heading straight for the Interceptor totally focused and apparently calm. It was only through steal nerves that Valdagerion managed not to close his eyes when they were close enough to see the panicking crew in the port holes. Literally at the last moment Neawen pushed hard down, and the ship’s nose fell away. All the same there was a sickening groan, and the sound of scraping as the bow of their ship scraped the Interceptor’s hull.

The downwards decent did not even out, as they plunged in to the human planets atmosphere.

The whole craft was shaking violently, its nose glowing like a forge. Parran was currently doing his level best not to be sick. The rest were hanging on to their seats for grim death. “Shouldn’t we be evening out?” Valdagerion shouted at his sister over the noise.

She was fighting with the stick, her eyes focused, her fangs born in strain. “Just …a …. Little…more…” Valdagerion grit his teeth, and griped his seat watching as the ground got close and closer until the human planet filled his view, getting closer and closer much father then he would have liked.



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Mary took another two paracetamol, she really had been eating them like sweets. She wondered if she should go to the doctors about her persistent aches that seemed to be spreading through her body, wondering back to her room her attention was drawn out of the skylight. Jody was lounging on the coach in the living room, painting her toe nails. “You’re going to get a crick in your neck looking up like that.”

“Hmm.” Mary hummed distractedly.

“Whtcha looking at anyway?”

Mary’s heart was racing, and she moved to try and look closer wishing that she had her brother’s telescope. “I think I see a shooting star!”

“Really? It’s probably just an aeroplane. To much light pollution for real stars here.”

“It’s not flashing like a plane.”

“Well make a wish then.” Jody shrugged and went back to her nail painting.

Mary knew exactly what she was whishing for.


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A/N: circe , and MnMs, Thanks a lot for the reviews, Your such stars! I was half expecting everyone to have forgotten that I was writing this bad boy. Have no fear I intend to finish it, but in the mean time lost more sexy time with the elfs!