A/N: I don't own Valkyrie or Saracen. Val is in her 20s, I guess.
I sat on the courthouse steps, trying not to die. Why had I decided to clean myself up for my new partner? Oh, yeah, to make a good impression. Some impression I'd make. Everything was blurry and I'd already taken more migraine pills than I should have. I wanted him dead, this was all his fault, my new partner.
A black sportscar with a gold firebird on the hood pulled up. The windows were all tinted black, so I couldn't see in, but I could hear the radio pounding out "Sexy Back". I groaned and staggered to my feet, pulling my black fedora down and hugging my trenchcoat around me tighter. At least my shades would hide my bloodshoot eyes. I more or less staggered to the car and managed to get in.
The radio was so loud I could feel my migraine pound in time with it. "I hate you." I growled, not even bothering to look at my partner.
"I love you too, Val." My new partner said, turning the radio down with a laugh. "Looks like you had a good night last night." He said with a sexy purr as I turned to face him.
"Saracen? Yeah, total opposite. Can we get some coffee? I tried to go cold turkey."
"Take mine and we'll stop for more." He handed over a take away cup which I downed, scalding my throat but I didn't care. "You do feel bad, you didn't even tell me how good I look. And you're welcome by the way." He said with a laugh.
I growled, but looked at him obligingly. He did look good. He hadn't lost weight or anything, but he looked good, no fantastic. Saracen could do dead sexy without trying and he knew it.
"Thanks. And yeah, you look sexy. Happy now?" I growled and he grinned, pleased with himself.
"How sexy?" He purred.
"I swear to God, Saracen! I will hurt you." I snarled and he laughed as he at last pulled away from the courthouse.
"You're fun to tease. You wearing anything under that trenchcoat?"
"I hate you."
"But I love you, Val." He teased. I sighed. This partnership was going to be fun, fun, fun.
Yay, that was six kinds of wrong.