So it was late the other night and I was half awake, half asleep and in that in between place of dreaming and not and this idea came to me. This won't be a long story, it will just be... I plan on never going over 1500 words per chapter, short sweet... I have no idea where this is going, but I'll let my muse play with it, when I am stuck on other things. I wouldn't have even bothered writing it, but it was persistent and would not cease and desist, so my muse decided to run with it. Some things are taken from a movie and made to fit here, as for the Idiopathic Neuropathy, I figured Jason's needed an actual name to his condition. The main character of Haven has this condition, fudged some to work for the show, so I am fudging it here. The only thing this condition does, is make it so he can't feel things, touch, pleasure...(Not a doctor, just playing with the condition and making it less serious) (sorry, long ass authors note) Hope you all enjoy and will share your thoughts with me! As always, my dad's health comes first, so no schedule is set in stone.

Mistress of the Dark

Chapter One…

"Why did I allow you to talk me into this?" Jason asked looking completely put out and slightly fearful.

"I didn't, you were the one who said it would be fun to get out of here and enjoy the night."

"So…you picked Jake's and it is just a coincidence that it's having a costume party?"

"It is New Year's…Don't pretend to be in pain, you can't feel anything…physically."

"Are you throwing my idiopathic neuropathy in my face? Besides, who throws a costume party for New Year's?"

"Not at all. Just stating the facts and the facts are, you can feel emotions; you just can't feel anything else. Jason we have known each other for years, we've been friends for just about as long. Please won't you do this one little thing for me? We shouldn't be sitting here doing nothing on New Year's."

"Elizabeth…"

"Pretty please…Ever since that breakup, I've been in a funk, take me out, let's have some fun. I know you need it, especially after your last breakup, what were you thinking dating that walking ad for crazy?"

"You are going to talk to me about dating crazy; did you miss the obsession surrounding Lucky, Ric and Zander?"

"Oh…you are going there, hmm? Well, shall we talk about Carly, Sam and Courtney?"

"We've each had a trifecta of crazies in our life…what does that say about us?"

"That we need to be more particular with our choices, we've obviously set the bar pretty damn low. So what is the reasoning for the terrible triplets?"

"Carly…I was brain damaged and just wanted to feel something, of course, the brain damage is what caused the idiopathic neuropathy…Courtney, well, she seemed like a good idea at the time, but she redefined crazy and as for Sam, well that was a case of thinking with my smaller head. Although, the fact that she was that talented, should have tipped me off, what were you thinking with your own twisted trio?"

"Lucky…I'll blame being young-ish and stupid, he seemed like a lot of fun, of course, if I would have known that he was a candidate for the funny farm, I would have run away, instead I ran away screaming after almost a year…Zander, that one is a little more complicated, I thought he had a heart and figured I could help him, but the moron was only interested in one thing, and it so happened his heart was filled with greed, one of something wasn't enough. Ric…what could I possibly say to justify that bad mistake. I thought with him being a lawyer and all would signify sanity, let's just say, he and Lucky could share a padded room and would never be missed."

"So…why do we keep choosing duds?"

Elizabeth thought about that for a few, but the answer, while glaringly obvious, wasn't something she was willing to give voice, yet, maybe ever.

"Because we have low standards and we need to rectify that, before our standards slip even lower." She said, while holding back her actual thoughts.

Elizabeth bent down to grab her bag, but being the klutz that she is, smacked her forehead on the corner of the desk.

"Damn it! That hurts like a son of a…"

"How's your head?"

"I haven't had any complaints yet, why do you ask?" Elizabeth replied with a wicked smirk.

She watched the fish out of water routine that Jason was re-enacting with a straight face until – what a beautiful word – until Jason's hand began to make fisting motions near his little head.

"Cat got your tongue Morgan?"

"Nope, just a tantalizing image gaining ground as I give it more than a 'little' head space."

"Seriously, you are…quit stalling, it is time to find your costume."

"What are you going to go as?"

"Well…even though I don't have the boobs for it, I figure I am going to go as Elvira. The right push-up bra should define things a little better."

"You are pretty well defined already."

"Why thank you Jason, you are such a flatterer."

"So…I should get on finding a costume…" Jason said, but sounded as if he was being murdered, not dragged to a costume party.

"We still on for the movie tomorrow?"

"Yeah, what are we watching?"

"The head with two things…I mean the thing with two heads…" Elizabeth said and then blushed. Oh yeah, her mind was in the gutter and was in serious risk of never returning.

If her damn 'friend' would put on a shirt…things would be a little…easier.

"Miss Webber, your mind seems to be in the gutter, what have you been doing today?"

"Don't ask and I won't tell. Go, get ready, I want to get this party started."

"You just want to get your drink on."

"Well, there is that, but I think we could both use a night of fun."

"Yeah, yeah…"

"Meet you back here in an hour?"

"Sure, that should be enough time. See you soon."

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'Holy shit…Damn!' Jason thought as he watched her walk up to him. His office was probably not the best place to be right now.

"We should get going, don't want to miss your party."

"Sure, that's why you are all of a sudden in a hurry."

It wasn't until they entered the bar that she spoke, the entire ride over she had been lost in thought. What he wouldn't have given to have the ability to read her mind.

"Jason, what the hell are you wearing?" Elizabeth asked once they were standing at the bar.

"Clothes, why?"

"Because, you were supposed to be wearing a costume, here I am, in this dress and wig and…I didn't realize I would be this…bare."

"I have to say, you've never looked better."

"You are such a guy."

"Why were you worried about your breasts, they look…quite…more than a handful."

"And we all know, more than a mouthful is wasteful, damn, you are such a guy tonight. When's the last time you got laid?"

"Don't ask, I think it has been just as long for me, as it has been for you."

"We really need to get laid!"

"Are you offering Webber, because one or two more drinks…?"

"Don't tempt me."

Knowing he needed to get off this topic, he got the bartenders attention and signaled for a bottle of tequila. Hopefully with enough drinks in his system, he'd be able to let go of his…impure thoughts. Of course, he'd been trying to ignore and supress his lusty thoughts for years and it still hadn't worked, so thinking this, was probably moot, but, he couldn't see another option.

After the fourth shot, neither of them was feeling any pain and while they never had issues with loose lips, they didn't seem to be holding anything back.

" .God! Jason, you look amazing, it has been too long. What have you been doing with yourself?"

"Carly, what in the world are you doing? Getting dumped wasn't enough to alert you to the fact that he doesn't want anything to do with you?"

"Seems to me, it is all your fault, you cheap little tart."

"Cheap, who are you calling cheap? What's that perfume that you are wearing called, catch of the day?"

"You, it is always you, always in the way, you are…not worthy."

Jason had to laugh, Carly never had been able to match wits with Elizabeth, but it never seemed to stop her from trying.

"Blah, blah, woof, woof…move along would you."

"Jason are you going to let her talk to me like that?"

"Why wouldn't I? You are the one who came up to us. You've been an ex long enough to know, I hit it until I dump it, then you are nothing, not even a distant memory."

"Why are you being so cruel?"

"You call it cruel; I call it factual…TomaTO…ToMAHto…"

Jason and Elizabeth watched as Carly stumbled her way back to her date.

"What a piece of work."

"Remember, you were dipping into that gene pool, can you imagine her having your kids?"

When his whole body practically rattled apart at the thought, Jason thanked his lucky stars for missing that boat. "I consider myself fortunate, with her as a mother; I'd have to put her down like the bitch in heat she is."

"Would probably have been the best course of action. I shudder to think of that woman as anyone's mother…"

"Incoming. Looks like all our past crazies are here tonight."

"Aren't we special, a few more drinks and I might allow you to chaperon me out of here, or this could be are chance to let our dud's know, we will never again tap that."

"I'm game if you are, but promise me, there will be a few games of pool and at least one dance, okay?"

"You Mr. Morgan have yourself a deal, so long as at midnight, friends or…I get my New Year's kiss."

"You…want me…to kiss you?"

"I asked right?"

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