Partner

Likely be my last update for today, I'm sure you're all quite pleased with that. My head's gone foggy and I've got four hours left before I have to head off to bed. Guh.

Ish. There is a bit of info about... Souse's background which I had to kind of laugh at Mik's reaction.

Read, Review and Enjoy... as for all I know I'm going to be so dead that there won't be an update until Thursday.






Mik woke in the doctor’s office. No shirt, cold, so very cold and his shoulder was stiff and there was a bleariness to his head that made him wonder just how strong that sedation had been.

“Oh fuck,” He muttered and put a hand to his head, “fucking idiot. Fucking. Stupid idiot.”

“Not quite what I would say.”

Mik sat up slowly, rubbing his face, “Where’s Souse?”

“Sedated, in a holding cell.”

Focus. Recognise the voice. Look at the face. He didn’t recognise the face. Maybe that was because he was talking to someone new? That wasn’t good news at all. Not… Mik blinked at the Valeasan man and frowned, blinking again and then looking around himself.

“I am still-”

“In Norash? Yes, I am Visuit, you might recognise me from the up and coming election in my country?”

“And you are here, instead of any number of other people … because…”

“Well, your Sidhe. Paw, is it? Had to be sedated, he nearly harmed Koln, that was understandable, he was obviously troubled by your being injured. Galt is having a meeting with Past, Nort is on vacation some where far, far away and Koln is waiting at Paw’s side for the Sidhe to wake up. Wern wants nothing to do with stupid men things, as she put it and thinks the entire mess is strung out and over rated. I, being a supporter of Sidhe rights, was put here… I suppose… to convince you not to press charges.”

“Charges?” Mik pulled his legs over the edge of the bed so that they swung as he leaned just slightly to lessen the nausea.

“A Sidhe may be put down if charges are brought against them.”

Paw wouldn’t like that.

“I’m not pressing charges. Wern was right, it was a stupid male thing. Edno’s the idiot who smacked Souse with a frying pan. Souse woke up in pain and reacted. Enter something about childhood stuff and the need to protect himself.”

“Then why did he only bite you?” Visuit stood from his seat, “If it was about protecting himself, you would be dead. He would have gone for the throat, as Souse has done before.”

“Before?”

“Yes. He was part of an experimental program, some fifty years ago. Has a mark behind his right ear, a tattoo placed there by that program so as to easily identify him. Footage has, time and again, shown that Souse’s favourite target on a people is the throat. Tear it out before we can pull a weapon on him. Other Sidhe from the program have been known to play with their kill. Including the one that your news cast showed. A success of the program, so to speak.”

“A success,” Mik sounded doubtful.

“Yes. The concept was to bring the Sidhe under foot, to control them so entirely that they would be slaves to our will. They were treated with certain drugs which are illegal to use on our own people and then given the choice of freedom or servitude. Somehow they got smart, they realised that the freedom wasn’t freedom at all but was going to be the death of them. So. They chose servitude, were gifted away to the rich and the privileged. Problem being, Sidhe will not serve just anyone, even on these drugs.

“Souse killed an entire family. Servants and their pets, then killed the platoon we sent after him.”

“Platoon seems a bit much for one Sidhe…”

“He killed them all. And their dogs, which they had used to track him. He disappeared, under the radar, small skirmishes, random pictures, but after what he was known for, there was no way anyone was bringing him in despite the forty million dollar bounty on his head.”

“Uhhuh. Totally caring,” Mik sniffed and tested his legs, not quite steady but they’d do.

“Several months ago we got a report from some poachers that Souse had been caught.”

“Why the fuck do I care?” Mik snapped at the man, “Really, truly? You are Valeasan, a known liar and a bastard and you’re talking about shit your government did before either of us was born. If you stand for Sidhe rights, why say we? It is them, they did it, not you. Oh. My gods damned head.”

“I was wondering if perhaps you realised exactly how dangerous Souse is,” Visuit muttered, standing from the small chair that sat by the door of the room.

“Very dangerous. I realise that,” Mik growled back, “I also realise he’s a crazy fucking bastard, cunt fucker-”

“Created by my government as a tool. That Sidhe shown on the news laid dormant for years while his family fell from power. That little girl was a pawn in a political game and when he stood to protect her they shot her down and then killed him. The only friend she ever knew, the only one who cared for her. Cued in a second by an errant word by a foolish idiot.”

“And I suppose you know what this foolish idiot said?”

“Protect her with your life,” Visuit muttered, “The drugs didn’t make Souse serve, but since the program ended, we’ve been keeping tabs on the … er… participants. They have all, at some point or another, died protecting one of us. Souse is the last one left alive.”

“Right. Still not caring and more than a just confused. But that could be the whole head thing.”

Paw rushed into the room, nearly toppling Visuit in his rush to fling his arms around Mik’s neck. Mik cringed as Paw’s arm hit his shoulder and tried not to make a sound when the Sidhe’s grip tightened.

“Who that?” Paw released Mik and jabbed his chin at Visuit.

“Some guy who’s babbling about how the Sidhe who died last month was part of a program and blah blah blah,” Mik muttered.

“Yeah, that thing,” Paw murmured, “but just happen to be part of. Anyway. Not charge Souse, right?”

“Right. I did … kind of… hit him.”

“How can people kind of hit?”

“Ehm. I’ll explain later,” Mik glared at Visuit, then turned and gave Paw his best smile, “this guy wants me to save Souse’s life but keeps babbling out reasons to have him killed.”

Paw’s eyes narrowed, the green darkened as he pinned Visuit with a look, “Man better not lie or Paw will rip out his tongue.”

“I was not-”

“Oh, Paw, that’s just the way Valeasan’s are, two faced bastards.”

“Paw from Valease. Make Paw Valeasan?”

“No. Paw is Sidhe. Valeasan is practically synonymous with two faced bastard.”

“Just as Norashian is synonymous with dumb animal, I’m sure,” Visuit responded.

“Let’s get Souse off the drugs,” Mik muttered, thinking for too long a moment as he tried to register his thought, “Uhm. Paw. What did you do with Koln?”

“Oh. Paw told Essuan that Koln wanted to jump Souse’s bones so Koln was stuttering out explanation and Essuan was trying really hard not to laugh,” Paw murmured, “after Paw explained that jumping bones not mean that Koln want debone Souse, but that he want hot, hot sex.”

“Ah. Well. Let’s go save Koln and then get Souse off drugs,” Mik replied, trying not to laugh himself.



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