Dont abduct me I'm Welsh!

Summery.


Mary is having a very bad day, she has just broken up with her boyfreind, her car has broken down, it's raining, and she has just stumbled in to an intergalactic war. The only upside beeing rescued by one very hot alien.

Rhi' Valdagieron, Rhi'aran of the Seelie court, cool, rational, and always in control of all his emotions; that is until a small human with hair the colour of the spun gold, falls in to his hands. He rescues her from peril, but who is going to rescue him from her?

One thing they are both certain of, is that life for both of them will never be the same.


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Two worlds, two bad days.


Mary let out an impressive string of blasphemy, and kicked her small car hard but it still did not quite express the frustration, ire, and annoyance that she felt. She was up the back end of beyond somewhere in the Welsh Black mountains, on her way back from London, trying to get back to her parents, on a dark winters night, the rain lashing down, and her car was fucked. Of the loud clunking, then spluttering, then no power type of verity.

“Buggeration!” She repeated as she slid back in to the seat of her ford fiesta. She glanced at her reflection in the rear view mirror, her eye liner had run, and her previously neat fashionably short hair was now hanging about her face in lank blond strands. “I shouldn’t have bothered. I should have stayed and waited until morning.” Now that her emotions were no longer riding her hard, she just felt tired, and cowardly. After all she was running away from it all. Running back home, like a kid. Mary never felt less the cool, collected legal professional that she tried to project.

The young woman flipped open her mobile phone. No signal. She tossed it to the opposite seat in disgust, typical a mobile not working when you really needed it. She sighed, and picked it up again, to double check. A picture of her smiling face, next to a young man’s kissing her cheek. Her own grin seemed to mock her.

“I really should delete this picture now.” She thought, but instead snapped the phone closed. Leaning forward, she lay with her head on the steering wheel, turning on the radio, and listening to the weekend warm up, not that she was going to get back in time to go out. Not that she wanted to. Jody, her best friend from back home, would probably insist that it was the very best way of getting over Will. Mary wondered just how much getting over him she really needed to do. Since they had graduated, and began working in different places, Will and she had slowly drifted apart.

She had been waiting for him in their flat, leaning against their stainless steel counters. Her fingers drummed idly, she hated the cold metal, clinical like a morgue, looking about she generally hated this flat, it was immaculate, it was soulless. A metaphor for her empty life. She had watched the door, as he entered. His once wild curly brown hair, now slicked back with gel. It was yet another thing she did not like about him.

He put his briefcase down when he saw her, standing there watching him, a puzzled look in his hazel eyes. “I’m sorry I’m late, I went for a drink with Ron, and Tom. Have you cooked?”

“No, not yet.”

“Right, well I’m going to go for a shower. Do you want to order a take away?” It was then that she taped a white envelope against her leg. “What’s that?”

Mary handed him the letter. He scanned it, before smiling up at her. “You got the place on the Bar vocational course.”

She shrugged. "Yes."

"Well, that's great news! You really deserved it."

“I’m not taking it.”

His smile faltered. “What do you mean? You worked so hard to get it.”

“I know. But it’s not what I want anymore.” She said softly. “In fact, I think I’m going to quit all together.”

He hugged her. “It’s just nerves baby. You have the talent, you can do it.”

Another thing she hated, being called baby. She shook her head. “It’s not that.”

“You’re not making any sense. I thought that it was what you wanted.”

“I thought so too. But things have changed.” She had pulled away from him.

"Why this all of a sudden?" He asked, puzzled by her behaviour.

"It's not sudden, not for me anyway."

She picked up her handbag, and then moved towards the door. “Where are you going?”

"Home." Mary looked about. “You know I really hate this place.”

“I put up those pictures you liked, and the rug.” He said indicating the antique paintings which were completely incongruous with the ultra modern flat. She did not answer. “You said you were getting used to it. You said we were alright.”

She sighed, standing in the open door way. “No. I’m sorry. But you don’t really know me anymore; you haven’t for a long time. If you did you would have seen that I wasn't ok. I can’t do this anymore.” And with that she had left.

Mary waited for a while, waiting for a car to pass. But the road remained desolate, a lonely country lane that she had taken as a short cut. She sighed, laughing dourly. “Well this is like the start of every horror movie that I have ever seen. I wonder how far it is to the next village?”

It was still raining, and the baggy jumper dress she was wearing although warm, was certainly no protection from the elements. She grabbed the mucky coat that she generally kept in the back for when she went horse riding, or took to family dogs for a walk, pulled on a woolly hat, and resolutely set off down the road, her ballet pumps soaked through by the time she had gone five hundred meters.

Mary was a sensible, young, rurally raised woman. She was worried about getting hit by a car in the dark, with low visibility and no reflective gear, not even a torch. She was worried about catching a nasty cold, getting lost in the dark; even meeting an unsavoury character in this wild place had crossed her mind. However had anyone suggested that deep in the heart of Wales, her native country, she was about to be abducted by aliens she would have told you to pull the other one.

On this particular night she would have been wrong.


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“Monta E' attoya!” The Rhi’ Aran breathed when the Kaleanae had finished his hasty report. Rilian one of his Hirthsigil warriors was standing nearby, and met Valdagerion’s stern gaze inquiringly.

“I must go.” Valdagerion said, standing. “Now.”

“Commander? The gathering is tonight, you are expected.”

The Rhi'Arran only glanced at him, his silver eyes intense, stilling his remonstrations. As ever his voice was innocuously soft. “The Kaldar-maar have found the Porthway to the lands of Man. ”

“Monta E’attoya! How?”

“It does not matter right now. What matters is that is that we stop them.”

"It is a backwater, the colony was abandoned nine generations ago. Surely it can wait?"

"No, any encroachment on to the Imperial reserve is not to be born. When the tenth legion was handed over to me, I was told that earth is to remain undisturbed."

“We go alone?”

“ There are only seven of them. Send message to get a ship. I will go ahead. I have a vial of dark liquid, I can use the Porthway and be there instantly and destroy the stones, prevent more from coming through.”

“Rhi’Aran, is that wise? Other's can go.”

“But no one else has the expertise to destroy the Porthway. It is the most expedient way I can see.” Valdagerion replied, already in motion, his glacial eyes stern. “The more they feed the stronger they will become. The Grand council must not know that we have a direct Porthway to Man’s land from here. It would be very embarrassing for the queen. ”

Rilian shook his golden head ruefully but bowed. “As you will.”


The Hirthsigil worrier was caught by Calis, their old teacher, the wizened steward smiled. “Well met friend. Rhi’ Valdagerion seemed in great haste today.”

“The Kaldar –maar have breached our defences.”

“Oh, how many this time?”

“Only a few.”

“And he is going himself?”

“The Commander feels that it will be more expedient.”

“But the gathering, will he be back tonight?”

Rillian rolled his eyes, “I don’t think we will be attending.”

Calis tutted. “Missing yet another one.”

“Rhi’ Valdagerion takes his duties as a guardian very seriously.”

“But what of the duty he owes to himself?” Rillian inclined his head, a question in his azure eyes. He waited for his old teacher to continue. “He will never be one of the Aen, despite his great strength and skill without the patronage of one of the Rien."

"He knows this." Rillian replied.

"I wonder if he does. There is an old saying; if you have nothing to live for, you will not live for long. There is more to life then the sword. He has been to long without a female. You are his blood friend Rillian, you should speak with him. "

"On this topic i lifer not. He has a poor opinion of the fairer sex." The warrior replied with a grimace. "Goodbye honoured teacher."


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A/N: This short story is only a bit of fun. Hope you enjoy, fluff coming soon......

Many thanks have to go to the Beta for this chapter Winters Scorn.