Death Comes Not Here 6:
by Fur and Fantasy
PG-13 for M/F and Violence
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A few years later, Abi was clearing out her desk at the Museum, mostly packing up the various books she'd brought in for one research project or another and forgotten to take him, when she noticed somebody at the door.
"Hello Jon," she said, smiling at the middle-aged Black Lab Kantin. "Come to see me off?"
"Yap," the ever-happy-go-lucky male wagged his tail and grinned. "And wondering where you're headed, now that MKC's too quiet for yah."
"Got an offer from a private party in Tellerin," she explained with a chuckle. "Have to be crazy not to take them up on it - research op of a lifetime. Besides," she smirked, "it is too quiet around here without the Omegas trying to turn our exhibits into assorted doomsday devices anymore."
"Yeah, that is pretty weird," he shook his head with a chuckle. "It's just not quite MKC without the Omegas running around making Feral look bad."
"Yeah," she nodded with a half-laugh. "All that's left is the field-work, the paper-work, and making sure everything runs smoothly. Frankly, I'll go for the first one over the other two," she smirked.
"You and everybody sane," he snorted. "How's your boyfriend taking the move?"
"He's helping me with the research," she chuckled. "Might say he's a bit of a specialist in the field."
"Oh, gods. No wonder you're never around," he laughed and shook his head. "Just try to get out of the library every so often. It's good for your health to see the sun now and then."
"Hey, you try running a place like this and tell me you don't forget to look out the window once in awhile," she chuckled, the defensive tone clearly put-on as she reached into her pocket.
"No thanks, I like having a life, thank you very much."
"Then you'd better try finding somebody else who doesn't," she said, pulling out the keys to her office. "If it helps, I think you'll do a fine job, even if you do have one."
"You're joking. Right?" He looked completely stunned.
"No," she said seriously. "Sorry I didn't tell you earlier, but I only managed to sort out the paperwork and qualifications a little while ago, and you were out at the time."
"You're putting me as Director of the museum?" The Black Lab stammered.
"Temporarily, and there are a few days yet to get everything sorted," she said quickly, trying to calm him down. "The Board will have to choose my replacement, but it could take them awhile. I'm just packing up to make room, not actually leaving, yet."
"Right," he nodded. "So when are you actually disappearing on us for good?"
"End of next week," she smiled. "It'll just take me forever to sort through these things," she chuckled, motioning towards the remaining books. "I have this terrible habit of not remembering whose are whose all the time, so if I just left without sorting, I'd have half the museum's collection, and they'd have half mine."
"Somehow, I expect we'd be the better off for it." He chuckled quietly, still rather stunned to be acting head of the museum. "You've got quite a collection last time I had to find something in it."
"All the more reason to be sure," Abi winked. "Besides," she added, thinking of Jake's library back at the manor, "it's not half as impressive as you might think. So, think you'll be ready to start getting up to speed tomorrow?"
"Uh, sure." He nodded, thrown quite off his intended teasing by the sudden revelation.
"Relax, Jon," she chuckled, patting his back. "You really think I'd pick you if I wasn't sure you could handle it?"
"Well no." He admitted, his tail wagging a bit more. "You wouldn't."
"Exactly," she smiled. "You'll do fine. Why don't you go get a good night's sleep? You'll need it," she winked.
"I'll try." He murmured and ducked his head, blushing.
"Have a good night, John," she smiled, starting to pack up more of her things.
"Welcome to my sanctuary," Tyr smiled as Sky brought the small private jet around for a sedate loop of the ancient complex that would definitely not have looked out of place as one of her digs, except for the lack of encroaching jungle at least.
"This is amazing," Abi said, looking down at it with her usual mix of curiosity and excitement. "You spend much time here, normally?"
"When I'm not playing a mortal," he nodded and nuzzled her neck affectionately. "It is the oldest of my surviving homes."
"It looks like it," she rumbled, returning the nuzzle and chuckling a bit. "And keep in mind who's saying that before anyone gets defensive."
"Oh, I never feel defensive about it when it is said about this one," he relaxed against her as Sky brought the craft down expertly on a runway that was nearly impossible to see in the riot of greens. "Besides, I haven't managed to get back in almost three centuries. It's good to be home."
"You're usually back more often than that," she guessed. "It looks beautiful... is it the same on the inside, as it is out?"
"Parts yes, parts no." He smiled softly. "Some areas are devoted to magic, some history, some are higher tech than anything out there yet. Mostly it is old, though. A place for me to come and relax and train a student in solitude. Very, very little can get close without me knowing about it long before arrival."
"That seems to be a fairly common thread with your homes," she smiled. "You like your security systems. Has it been uninhabited for all 300 of those years, or just uninhabited by you?"
"Uninhabited by me," he smiled fractionally. "The staff lives here and my family drop by on occasion. My homes are open to them as well, for rest and sanctuary."
"You're old students, like Sky?"
"Yes," he inclined his head. "Though she's one of the few who will interrupt me when I have a student without dire need."
"Only when you're being stupid, handsome." Sky shot back from the controls as they touched down. "And we are here."
"What would you like to see first?" Jake kissed Abi's cheek and guided her to her feet. "There are many historical sites on the property as well as what I put here."
"Probably the room where you put me on a leash so I don't wander off and get lost," she chuckled, returning the kiss. "It's a very real possibility out here, I think."
"Oh, you can't get lost for long," he promised with a gentle kiss and led her outside into the lush jungle. "At least not from me."
"Good," she smiled, looking around at the scenery. "You know, it's probably just as good that most of my digs have been in deserts. It probably would've been... interesting... to have to explain stumbling across this place and trying to set up shop."
"Besides that it would never have happened, why?" He asked curiously and guided her by memory threw the lush growth.
"I think some of my co-workers and I would've either had heart attacks, or spontaneously combusted when we realized that there was somebody living here. Either that," she chuckled, "or mistaken it for some sort of lost civilization."
"Not entirely false," Tyr chuckled and nuzzled her as they walked. "It represents many of them that were important to me for a time."
"A little bit of most of your lives?" She went along with him, returning the nuzzle and kissing him lightly.
"The ones that made an impact at least," he nodded and leaned into her a bit. "The unfinished ... jet ... will have a place here. In time." He added softly. "When it is fond memories, and not painful."
"I'm sorry," she said softly, nuzzling him gently. "I think he'd be glad to know that he had an impact on you like that though."
"I doubt he'd have thought about it, honestly." Tyr smiled slightly, looking very much like Jake for a moment as the mortal-world pain clouded his vision. "He ... what he wanted most was to be a hero. For Chance Furlong to be a hero in the public eye."
"And he was, Jake - and is," Abi reminded him gently, putting her hand on his shoulder supportively.
"It was the least I could do, to give his memory that much of what he didn't get in life." He closed his eyes against the tears that wouldn't be denied.
"It's okay, Jake," she said softly, shifting to hold him lightly. "Go ahead."
Sky came up quietly and set a firm but gentle hand on his shoulder. Whatever it meant between them, it allowed the tom to relax slightly and bury his face in Abi's soft brown fur.
Eventually he pulled himself together enough to continue to the main building, but it left him quiet. Sky silently motioned for Abi to stay near the ancient stone entranceway of the home, heavily engraved and brightly painted, while the old Immortal led her mentor inside.
She did just that, watching the two of them quietly, a part of her frustrated that she couldn't do more to help. She only sort of saw the hieroglyphic language carved in stone and maintained with loving care for the paint before Sky returned.
"He should sleep for a time," the older shekat said quietly. "I can give you a tour if you would like."
"He'll be okay, as much as can be expected?"
"Yes," Sky nodded and gently guided Abi inside the ancient stone building. "He is grieving, nothing more."
"I know," she sighed. "I just wish there was more I could do to help him."
"You are doing a great deal, believe me." Sky smiled at her gently as they walked threw the great entrance hall that bore distinct markings of several ancient cultures from many continents on it's walls. "To my knowledge, you are the first Immortal he has actually fallen in love with."
Abi looked at her, her surprise clear in her expression.
"The first... I thought...?"
"He has always fallen for mortals up to now." She nodded slightly. "Many Immortal lovers, but none he fell in love with."
"I didn't know," Abi said softly.
"There is no reason for you to have." She put a gentle hand on the brown shekat's shoulder. "The truth is that few of us ever fall in love with another Immortal. Even rarer is it to work out."
"I'd imagine that having eternity to look forward to could start to seem a little... dull, after awhile," Abi nodded slightly. "It's good to know that it's mutual though."
"Quite mutual," Sky chuckled softly. "And it can be, though I think it has more to do with the Immortal psyche than anything. We simply do not seem to feel that strongly towards each other. Even Tyr's protective nature is not nearly so strong when it comes to one of us."
"Probably self-defense," Abi chuckled slightly. "As much as he tries to, he can't protect everybody... and as dangerous as it sounds like being an Immortal is, I imagine it's about the only way to keep from going insane sometimes...."
"Well, more like the only way to keep from getting permanently dead." Sky shook her head. "You saw what happened after Chance."
"I remember," Abi shuddered. "Lucky I managed to keep my head when that happened."
"Yes, and he has friends and family to look after him."
"Thank Bastet for that," Abi agreed. "I don't like the feeling that I'm keeping him from dealing with Chance's death," she admitted.
"You aren't, and if it starts to look like it, I'll take over your training, whether he likes it or not." Sky rumbled determinedly.
"All right," Abi nodded. "Though, no offense, I hope it doesn't come to that."
"Me either." Sky shook her head a bit. "I understand you're an archeologist?"
"By training, though I spent more time in the museum than the field the last year or so," Abi admitted sheepishly. "Always preferred the field though."
"I can't say I'm surprised, on either count." Sky chuckled softly. "You'll have plenty of field time how, with at least one tour guide who was there. Though knowing father, he'll take you to your favorite time and place for a honeymoon."
"Going to a different time," Abi asked, looking over at Sky with a startled expression. "I know he's been through time before, but that wasn't intentional...."
"No, they weren't." She nodded and patted the brown shekat's shoulder. "But we both are accomplished spell-weavers. Time travel is not exactly difficult, when you know how."
"And I thought he said time-travel was a headache," Abi chuckled slightly. "Though, granted, I think he was talking about the future mostly."
"Which is, in a big way." She chuckled and shook her head. "Though it's more accurate to call that future-cross-dimensional travel. As opposed to going into the past, which is just time travel, and the jump forward you have a good reference for."
"This is why I stick to pots," Abi mock-groaned. "Magic like that is way out of my league, honestly."
"Not really," Sky grinned at her. "You have some talent for it, after all. And now you have all the time in the world, literally, to learn."
"I suppose you're right," Abi mused, thinking about it for a moment. "Honestly, I wasn't even sure if it was possible to do that sort of thing anymore, without some sort of focus like the Past Master's watch."
"It is something that mortals have let fall into obscurity." Sky said quietly, a trace of regret lacing her voice. "It is just as possible as it ever was, but few, if any, mortals know how anymore. It has been left to us alone."
"I'm sure there are some who know how yet," Abi said softly. "After all... what I do know, I learned from them. I'd be surprised if there wasn't somebody who knew how yet, besides the lunatic fringe."
"You assume a normal mortal taught you what you know." Sky told her quietly. "While I would welcome being wrong about this, I do not believe I am."
"You're right," Abi admitted, "I was assuming that. Keep forgetting the numbers [Jake's seneschal, think she was the one discussing it] gave me about that sort of thing."
"It's easy to forget, honestly."
"That's good to know," Abi chuckled a bit. "I'd hate to think it was just me."
"Not at all." Sky chuckled. "Particularly since most of them look normal."
"Well, the old woman who started me going hardly looked normal, but I know what you mean," Abi chuckled. "That was a very, very strange trip."
"I would imagine so." She nodded. "Is there anything in particular you're interested in? This is a big place with a lot of history stashed away.
"Something I'll still have a chance of understanding would be nice," Abi chuckled ruefully, remembering some of her earlier days at Tyr's home back in MegaKat City.
"How about the pool?" Sky chuckled with an understanding smile.
"That, I think I'll be able to understand," she chuckled.
"It was... interesting... trying to trace the languages back through those books...." She shook her head a bit, remembering the challenge it had posed, one that she'd needed help with towards the end. "A linguist's wet dream though."
"Our heads are any historian's wet dream." Sky chuckled with a knowing look. "But to get to read, to actually see, the origin of so many languages must be pretty intense for one."
"If it was my main field, I probably wouldn't have come up for air nearly as quickly as I did," Abi chuckled. "Though Jake was pretty good about making sure I did once in awhile."
"Yes, he does like to have your attention at least every so often." Sky snickered. "And he is quite good at getting what he wants."
"Not that I'm complaining about that," Abi winked. "And yes, he is. If there's any way, he'll be the one to find it."
"And when there isn't ... well, he doesn't take it well, but he survives." She said softly. "There are days I'd swear he was getting ready to rewrite Fate itself, just to get something done."
"If he could, I suspect he would," Abi agreed. "Or possibly history," she added softly.
"He can." Sky sighed. "It is half the torture. He has the power to change what has happened, and he is intimately familiar with why he must not."
"He tried it before?"
"Tried, and succeeded." She nodded slightly. "But like most things, to change one thing, changes a great deal. More than even we can predict or control. The last time ... well ... he sort of fragged the planet. The first is what made this a Nexus world."
"Fragged the...." Abi licked her lips slightly, paling beneath her fur and shaking her head. "Is that worse, or better than the first time? I would think worse, but that's not how it sounds from what you're saying...."
Sky had to think about it for a while, then shrugged. "Different. No less destructive, just different."
"Okay... just what is a Nexus world? I think I've heard it referenced before, but...."
"It's a place where all the weirdness gathers. Where all the lost souls and disappearances throughout the rest of reality end up." She shook her head slightly. "All the Omegas running around? They're here because of the Nexus effects."
"That... could explain a few things," Abi murmured softly. "About Jake, and otherwise."
"Yeah, I doubt he'll ever forgive himself that one, much less any of the others. A few million years worth of blood and mistakes are hard to wash out of your fur."
"He couldn't have known what would happen, but I can understand," Abi sighed. "And every time one of them does something, it just keeps adding up...."
"Something like that." She nodded. "And now Chance has died thanks to what he created. It's not terribly logical, but then such pain rarely is."
"It's Jake's logic," Abi nodded. "That's... really about the only way to explain it, as far as I can tell. Such high expectations."
"It comes when you've taken everything you've ever known as your protectorate, and can't let go." She shook her head slightly. "One of these days he's going to burn out completely, but at this rate, the sun my go before he does."
"I hope it doesn't go that far," Abi sighed softly. "Maybe when he leaves it'll help...."
"Perhaps," she shook her head slightly. "Though what he would entrust his past too is a question I have no idea how to answer."
"Neither do I... I'd be very, very surprised if he wanted to leave it behind, even a good portion of it. Well... wanted to, maybe, but I don't know if he could."
"Not without taking another on." She shook her head with a low chuckle. "Though admittedly if he manages to raise another race without the extra troubles, it might help him."
"Can I ask something about that? Raising Kats," she clarified.
"Sure." Sky nodded and found a comfortable place around a very natural looking lagoon pool.
"If Jake is older than Kats... then how does he look like one? Or is this something magical?"
"Honestly, I never understood that part." Sky chuckled softly. "But of the five of us who predate our apparent kind, we all do. I honestly don't remember if we looked like Kats before Kats did, or if our appearance has changed over time to match them. It's not intentional magic, not on my part at least."
"At least I'm not the only person a little confused by that," Abi chuckled. "I suppose it could be that Kats were made to look like you... would make a little more sense, as much as anything that far back really does."
"Including something as simple as our appearance being taken by pre-kats as what beauty is." She shook her head. "After all, we were gods to a lot of those cultures. Anyone that looked more like us than average would have a real advantage in mate selection. Over time, they'd start looking like us, just by virtue of wanting to."
"Evolution in progress," Abi nodded. "Classical evolution, at least. Farther back than any known records go, so there's no way to prove it, but it's the simplest explanation, really."
"Well, any public records at least." Sky chuckled softly. "I'm sure it's in our journals and records somewhere."
"Probably," Abi chuckled, "but that would require finding it. I'll keep working on the slightly more modern civilizations for a while, I think - work my way back," she winked.
"Just don't forget to keep up with the modern ones." Sky winked back. "They can change on you so fast."
"I had that problem even before I found out about this," Abi grinned a little sheepishly.
"I'm not surprised." She snickered and relaxed in the warm afternoon sun. "But try looking up and realizing that a few centuries have passed and you don't even speak a living language anymore."
"That would be... awkward," Abi nodded with a chuckle. "Jake's done that more than once, I'd wager."
"Most of us creative types have." She nodded with a chuckle. "Fortunately we have friends that can bring us up to date quickly without too many questions."
"Well, as long as everybody doesn't do it at once, then things should be fine," Abi laughed a bit, relaxing some herself. "I'll bet that would make the news - people turning up all over the world who seem to have been out of the loop for centuries."
"Oh yeah, that would completely blow our cover." Sky chuckled, shaking her head. "Of course, a few centuries without any of us around would result in so much chaos. Between the new kits that don't have anyone to teach them and how much of the background we're involved in, it would get really ugly."
"No kidding, though I'm sure the ones who aren't so prone to 'zoning out' would try to keep things on track. Or is it something a lot of Immortals have happen?"
Sky thought for a moment, considering the numbers and how things typically happened.
"We all do, now and then." She considered quietly. "Eventually the speed of things just gets to you and you need to take a breather from it. But I wouldn't call it common for most."
"Makes sense," Abi nodded, thinking it over. "Probably more like a sabbatical for most, instead of something that 'just happens.' Just that most sabbaticals are measured in months or years, not decades or more."
"Yeah, and most careers are measured in decades, not centuries." Sky chuckled.
"Well, it sounds like that stays the same, as far as the rest of the world's concerned," Abi chuckled. "In a while, Abi Sinian's going to have to retire permanently. As much as the people at the museum thought it'd never happen," she added with a bit of a smirk.
"At least not without a funeral." She chuckled softly. "You have no idea how many times I expected your training to start before now."
"If you mean what I think you do, can't say I've always disagreed with you," Abi said sheepishly. "A few people refused to go on digs with me. Some nonsense about not wanting the pots to hold things that want to kill them," she winked.
"They shouldn't worry, they were usually after your boyfriend." Sky snickered. "Or you."
"Or both, once in awhile," Abi added, shaking her head. "Though it was almost refreshing sometimes, when the problems were the usual things a dig has to deal with. Weather can be more destructive than the Past Master could hope to be, but at least there's training for how to deal with it."
"I don't think there is any way to train to deal with this chaos that is that city." Sky shook her head. "If he didn't feel so responsible for it, I'd have voted to scrape it clean eons ago."
"Scrape it clean?"
"Take it down to the physical and metaphysical bedrock. Clean everything out and keep a better eye on things in the future, keep mortals from settling it and such. But he can't accept that much death because of something he caused in the first place."
"And there's not really any way to just move them without noticing," Abi agreed, trying with mixed results to conceal her response to the idea of just killing the city.
"Pretty much his response." Sky nodded. "Except without the restraint."
"Sorry," Abi said, less about her response than at its being noticed. "Just not the sort of idea that really sits well... I can see why it'd bother Jake, especially blaming himself for it. He's put so much of himself into protecting it, I don't know how well it'd go over even if he didn't."
"Poorly, for the most part." She nodded. "Every so often he gets in a mood that's utterly calculating and merciless but it's not often."
"I'd have to say that's a good thing," Abi shivered slightly. "The idea of him focused on something like that... Dark Kat wouldn't have anything on what he could do."
"No, not at all." She nodded quietly. "Even before he drew his children in on things. He's likely the most moral of the lot of us. Most days."
Abi wasn't really sure what to say to that, without it coming across the wrong way, so it took her a moment to respond.
"Not something that's pleasant to think about, either way," she finally said softly.
"No, it's not." Sky agreed. "It's kind of odd thought, when you've lived threw enough cultures and moralities as some of us have, to actually conceder modern morals to be normal, but it seems to be the norm."
"Not really my field, but morals seems to be as much social standards as what's right or wrong," Abi admitted. "Which makes it very, very touchy, sometimes, to discuss the things we find."
"Try having spent a few centuries and lifetimes in one and then find out that it's not acceptable anymore." She shook her head. "You're used to academics, we actually lived them."
"That would probably be about the worst part of falling out of the loop that long," Abi agreed, shivering a bit at the thought. "Especially if nobody does it that way anymore."
"That's where family comes in." She nodded quietly. "It's also where some of the most destructive people in history come from."
Abi licked her lips with a bit of a shudder at the thought, putting it together with some of what she remembered. The names of particularly brutal and barbaric conquerors and serial killers, and more than a few leaders of 'revived' death-cults, were foremost in the list of candidates.
"Are many of them still alive, after that?"
"More than the mortal world would like to think." She nodded quietly. "Tyr and I both have several of those names on our records."
"I'm not sure I needed to know that last part," Abi said softly. "But it makes sense... some of them were too much alike, too many people who 'styled themselves after' somebody from centuries before."
"Unpleasant, but necessary." Sky looked at the still-mortal student. "It does no one a service for you to remain ignorant of the less pleasant parts of our nature. Someone would take the opening to try to break us apart."
"I suppose you're right," she agreed after a moment, thinking about something. "Does it ever get any easier?"
"Not usually, whatever you're asking about." Sky said gently.
"Having to kill somebody," Abi explained, shaking her head a bit. "I've done it before, had to, but it's never really set well, even when it was self-defense. And that wasn't the sort of thing Jake described, when he was explaining everything to me early on."
Sky had to think about that, then shook her head. "For myself, it was never difficult." She said quietly. "It's just part of my nature to accept it. For those that are troubled by killing, most have gotten used to it in away. Much like Jake. It bothers him, but not as much as it once did. It is simply the price of survival for our kind in this world."
"That's something, I suppose," the brown-furred she-kat sighed. "Of course, from what he described, I doubt I'll have the same chance to worry about it right afterwards either."
"Right afterwards, no." She chuckled. "When the lightshow ends and you recover, that's when you start to think about it, if you're going to." She shifted to squeeze Abi's hand gently. "But you aren't going to be alone either."
"That's good," she nodded, squeezing Sky's hand back. "At least if the first time was any indication. Hasn't happened often, and I'm not nearly 'used' to it yet. Usually, things that attacked our camps either weren't intelligent, wouldn't respond to bullets, or both," she chuckled weakly, shivering a bit.
"Yeah, there's that too." She nodded with a gentle smile. "And given who your teacher and mate is, you won't face many challenges. Not many would be willing to facing winning against you, only to face him before the Quickening faded."
"That is something," Abi agreed, swallowing and trying to cheer up a bit. "At least I have to choice to make sure it's always defense too."
"There is that too," she nodded easily. "But you have a few centuries before it's even a concern."
"Good," she nodded, thinking about it. "It sounds like such an abstract thing, with those numbers in front of it. Doesn't feel like one, but it keeps sounding like it."
"It's pretty surreal for awhile." She nodded in understanding. "Hell, I've lived that long, as it's still pretty surreal to think about."
"Does it still 'feel' like the time it is," Abi asked curiously. "You and Jake talk about spans like that almost like they pass in the blink of an eye sometimes, but other times... well, like now. It sounds like it still feels like hundreds of years for you."
"Pretty much," she chuckled softly. "Sometimes millennia can pass with hardly a notice, sometimes days seem to last for years. It's not so different from your life now, just with longer increments on occasion."
"And still an eternity when you're waiting for somebody to come home, I'm sure," Abi nodded with a bit of a smile. "Sounds like another case of 'the more things change.'"
"That's as good a summary as any." She chuckled softly.
"Do you feel ready?" Tyr's voice was low and gentle when he approached his mate almost five years after they had returned to his secluded home.
"As I'll ever be," she nodded, trying to push down the jitters that started up as she thought about it. "You're sure I'll be okay through this?"
"Yes," he drew her close and kissed her gently. "I am sure."
"All right," she nodded, kissing him back lightly. "I trust you, Jake."
"It won't be bad." He murmured reassuringly and guided her to their bedroom. "No pain at all."
"I know," she nodded, taking a deep breath as he lead her into their room. "Just... doesn't seem like the sort of thing you do intentionally."
"Don't think about it like that," he nuzzled her and guided her to their bed and the simple, flavorful meal on it's tray. "It is merely a rest that you wake you stronger from."
"All right," she smiled weakly, sitting down on the bed next to him and returning the nuzzle. "I'll try to relax."
"That's right," he kissed her softly. "Just drink the tea and relax."
"Thank you," she smiled softly, taking the cup of tea and sipping it slowly. "I know this is better, just have to wrap my brain around it the rest of the way."
"I know love." He nuzzled her gently. "It'll be okay."
"Okay," she said, sighing a little and taking some more of the tea. "So... when do we start?"
"It is done," he kissed her gently and pulled her close as she gave a surprised look at the nearly empty cup. "Just rest, you will wake Immortal."
"All right," she said softly, pressing close as she started to feel the contents of the cup take effect, and a heavy sleep started to wash over her.
"Rest, my love." His voice drifted into her drowsy mind before the darkness of unconsciousness claimed her. "All will be well."
"Good morning, love." Jake's voice was soft and affectionate, so much like every morning of the last nine years that it took her a moment to remember why she was surprised.
"Morning," she said, nuzzling him lightly as the fog over her mind lifted. "It worked," she added softly.
"Of course." He smiled and kissed her cheek. "I would not let you come to harm."
"I know," she murmured, turning to kiss him gently. "There was still that part of me that didn't quite believe it, I think." She held him close, purring softly. "I love you, Jake."
"Forever, love." He smiled and drew her close with a nuzzle. "Do you want proof you are Immortal now?" He asked gently.
"I think that depends on the type of proof," she chuckled weakly, nuzzling him again. "Dying again isn't too high on my list of priorities right now, if it can be helped...."
"Good," he nuzzled her. "I was thinking something less drastic. A little scratch to show you now heal as I do now."
"I think I can handle that," she smiled softly and got a kiss for it as his fingers brushed down her chest. He unshiethed his claws between her breasts and drove one into the skin with just enough force to draw blood.
"Ouch," she murmured softly, looking down at the cut as faint blue energy began to crackle over it and closed her skin, leaving the blood already on her fur there. "Well, that answers the question of whether or not it still hurts."
"Just like pleasures." He slipped a hand down her body to tease between her legs.
"Well I knew that didn't stop," she chuckled, kissing him and starting to purr. "Not unless you're a remarkably good actor."
"Which I am, but I don't have to with this." He chuckled low in his throat and nuzzled her.
"Mmm... good," she purred, rubbing his back lightly, slowly moving her hand down to his thighs, then between them.
"Oh, yeah." He rumbled softly as his body responded eagerly to her touch. "On the subject, taking a Quickening makes you very hot."
"I'll keep it in mind," she chuckled slightly, "but I don't think it'll come up that often." She kissed him heatedly, closing her eyes and inhaling their scents as he responded just as eagerly.
"More with me than you." He rumbled and depended their kiss.
Abi stretched out after one of her training sessions with Jake, groaning slightly as muscle she hadn't used in ages protested the sudden, remarkably strenuous, increase in activity.
"This has to get easier eventually," she reminded herself quietly, shaking her head and looking over at Jake.
"It does," he chuckled as he put the wooden swords away. "When you're in better shape."
"And here I thought I was in pretty good shape, for an archaeologist," she chuckled. "Mmm... think I could talk you into something a little less physical this afternoon?"
"Sure," he came back and drew her into his arms for a nuzzle. "What did you have in mind?"
"Mmm... maybe a tour of your museum," she suggested, returning the nuzzle and wrapping her arms around him loosely.
"Of course." He smiled and kissed her neck gently. "What part did you want to see?"
"I'm not sure," she admitted. "Something important to you... I know it all is, but...." She frowned, trying to think of how to word it. "There's so much of you I don't really know, and so much of it in there."
He nodded slowly, not sure what to show her any more than she could exlain it. "Why not start with the time and place that fascinates you the most?"
Death Comes Not Here 6: Sky's Arrival
PG-13 for M/F and Violence
Het Level is Medium Het Smut Level is Very Low Slash Level is Femslash Level is None Herm Level is None
37 KB, Story is Complete, Series is Finished
Written February 28, 2004 by Rauhnee Ranshanka and Karl Wolfemann
Setting: Highlander (generic), SWAT Kats
Primary Races: Kat
Contents: Furry. Het (M/F). Alternate Universe, Death
Pairings: Jake Clawson/Abi Sinnian
Blurb: It is ten years later, and preparations finished, Abi begings her life as an Immortal.
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