Partner

I've spelt it dying for years, yet suddenly my processor is changing that to dieing and I felt like beating my head on a wall. So basically, as I wasn't going to fight with the bugger, all the mentions of dying in Partners is spelt wrong and there are at least six of them.

Meh.

I wrote most of this in under ten minutes. Came home after work and still liked it, if it's a bit confusing, but this is why I dun write fight scenes very often. Yes I try and work on it but... really. Never been in a fight. Or witnessed a fight. So it's a bit like... how does one move.

Possibly a new update will be up before I head to bed tonight... as that is many an hour away.

Read, Review and enjoy.

EDITED: for the more than slight confusion in ... the third paragraph. I apologise to everyone who read it and thought that three males leapt upon Mik. It would be more described if that were true. And Mik would be more battered.






Bathrooms, showers, quiet room. Mik asked to speak to Souse in the quiet room and the leader had snorted and walked away. Mik tried to say it again but Souse raised his hand to silence the man. The leader pecked Essuan on the forehead and walked towards the middle of the room, towards Violet’s tribe.

Mik’s only warning was Essuan’s concerned look.

Three of Souse’s males leapt upon the leader, just beyond what Souse’s tribe had claimed as their own.

Mik tried to walk towards them but Essuan caught his arm and a moment later Paw was between Mik and the four males, a calm hand in the center of his chest.

Thwap. One hit the wall and slid down slowly, groaning. Souse had another under the heel of his foot, pressing on the male’s throat just enough to reinforce the idea that Souse was stronger. The other…

Teeth bared still, the third male, the largest of them, struggled against Souse’s hand around his neck. Souse’s arms were longer than the male’s, but that didn’t stop the creature from trying to claw Souse’s eyes out.

Souse delivered a deft kick to the one under his foot. The Sidhe took the blow full on, as Essuan turned away, before scuttling toward his companion. Souse growled as the first male returned. Souse’s fingers around the third one’s neck tightened.

The third one was their leader. The way the other two circled, as if waiting for direction, as if… one of their heads twitched to the side and the smaller of the two males slid within arms reach. Souse wasn’t being cornered. He gave a flick of his arm and tossed the third male across the room. The male tumbled across the ground and skidded to a halt at Essuan’s feet.

The male bore his teeth at Essuan and made to grab at her.

Paw shrieked, Mik booted the bastard in the head.

Never fight a Sidhe.

A hand grabbed his ankle as Mik tried to bring his foot back to the floor, and yanked. Mik was flat on his back, breath knocked out of him, wondering how the male was still upright.

The sound that echoed through his ears was an annoyed, angry, animalistic sound. The male stopped, head dropping for only a moment before it popped back up and the male turned towards Essuan once more. He tried to grab her again. The sound… like someone clicking nails on the hard floor.

Click, click. Thump. Mik blinked and sat up.

Souse was clicking, a bone chilling sound that came from the back of the Sidhe’s throat.

Once upon a time that was how people could tell if a half-breed had finally snapped. But Souse wasn’t a half-breed. The leader was facing the third male, the other two in broken piles at his feet, already turning blue and purple from the smacks he had delivered. Souse’s hands were at his side, facing the male.

No weapons.

Mik looked to the male. Weapon. On.

Essuan’s belly.

Essuan’s eyes grew wide when she saw Souse’s hands. Her own eyes went downward. Her horror played over her features for only a moment. She twitched. Souse snarled at her.

“Sededtah?” She snarled back, along with a chatter that seemed to imply that she wanted to kill the male then and there.

Souse held up a hand, then turned his eyes to the male.

Where was the clicking? Why was Souse taking his time?

Future? Souse was the one Mik had hypothesised could see the future instinctually. Souse was searching for a future in which the male and Essuan didn’t die.

“We could always gas the room with sedative,” Mik offered hopefully, wondering why in the hells it hadn’t already been done, damn it.

“No,” Souse murmured quietly, “don’t move.”

The male snarled, poking Essuan’s belly with the sharp object.

The annoyed look on Essuan’s face was directed at her mate. It clearly stated that she could kill, gut and skin the male before he hit the ground so why was she playing nice?

A huff from behind Essuan. Paw slid silent as death, to the male’s side, just out of his sight, reached around and plucked the knife from Essuan’s belly. The male turned, startled as Paw flicked the knife over the back of his fingers and smiled innocently at the male.

The male let off a sentence. Paw shrugged and responded before giving the male a toothy grin.

Can’t interrupt dominance, and Paw pointing out that the male had stepped out of bounds?

Both tribes seemed to edge closer.

Paw flicked the blade towards Souse, grabbed the male’s shoulder and punched him. Mik had never seen a Sidhe use such a people move. The second hit caught the male in the stomach and a knee caught the groin. Paw yanked the male up and whispered something in his ear. The male stiffened, a startled, frightened sort of sound coming from his mouth.

The third punch, Paw let go of the male’s shoulder and he stumbled towards Souse. The male attempted to pull himself upright and in doing so presented his butt to Paw. The smaller male took advantage of that fact and gave the male’s ass a boot.

The male ended up at Souse’s feet.

Begging, was the best Mik could make of it. What had Paw told the male? What was Paw declaring to the tribes as he stood between Essuan and the male? There was no anger left there, no hatred or annoyance.

But Paw had once been leader, and for being such a small Sidhe, he had managed to keep his position.

Souse glowered down on the male, then turned his back on the creature, walking a distance away before turning and walking around the male so that he didn’t have to look at the creature. Souse pulled Essuan into his arms immediately, pecking her forehead and murmuring something that put a little smile on her face.

Paw stood between the male and the pair a moment longer before turning his back.

Both tribes did the same. Turned their back, leaving the male so very, very alone. Mik looked around and imitated them, getting a look from a few of the others for taking too long to turn his back. The best Mik could do was shrug and incur a kind of pity because he hadn’t known what to do right off the bat.

The Sidhe of Souse’s tribe walked away from Mik and Mik moved with them. The others lounged but looked around Mik, through him even. Mik frowned and looked to Paw, who did the same as the other Sidhe.

Souse murmured something to Paw and Paw turned to Mik.

He crossed the distance between Mik and the other Sidhe and leaned in, as if he didn’t want to be too close to Mik, “The uh… we have… eh…”

“Ignoring me?”

“Sort of.”

Mik opened his mouth, then closed it and clenched his jaw for a moment, “because I kicked that male?”

“… talk of possible discipline.”

“Should I sit over there? Would that be okay?” Mik murmured, pointing to a spot by the door.

“Yes,” Paw nodded just slightly, “Paw will convey of talk, later, okay?”

“Alright.”

Mik walked over to the place where he had pointed, that bit of no-man’s land between the two tribes in which the door into the room stood. He put his back against the wall, wrapped his arms around his knees and set his chin on his knees. Violet’s tribe watched him with great interest. Souse’s tribe huddled together, minus the three males, and whispered to one another.

The male who had led the three still lay in the center of the room, arms over his head. Mik would venture that the male was either crying, if what Paw said about Sidhe and that word that meant to ostracize was true, or the male was too stunned to move.

The other two were still apparently passed out.

Mik was no doubt going to spend several hours waiting for the Sidhe to make a decision.

Why the hell hadn’t anyone come to stop the fight?




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