A/N: This is my first published piece of fanfiction, so please go gently on me!

I absolutely loved Reaver when I first saw him, and I was very disappointed that his role in the game was so short. I still have my hopes up that he will reappear in DLC. :)

Anyway, this is a Female Sparrow x Reaver fic, so if you don't like his pompous ass I highly advise you read something else. For the rest of you, enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Fable 2.

Chapter 1 : The Deal

Everyone, who was anyone, had heard of Reaver's wild parties.

Even though the trek through Wraithmarsh had almost killed her and drove her insane, Sparrow had managed to make it through with only minor scaring and most of her sanity left intact. And of course, the first thing she heard about as she dragged her feet into Bloodstone, blood running down her injured sword arm from her shoulder to her fingertips, was Reaver's party. Oh how marvelous they were, his parties. Wild and fun, beautiful women and plenty of expensive booze. You would have the time of your life, they said, as long as you kept your hands away from his things. Don't do that, they warned. You might just lose your thieving little fingers.

Eventually, the young Heroine managed to find someone who was willing to help her as well as talk to her about Reaver. A rather pretty looking whore named Poppy wrapped her arm up for her, rattling off about how Geoff was invited to Reaver's big bash tonight, and how she was so jealous that she wasn't. If it wasn't for the fact that Sparrow needed Reaver to save the world, she would have turned herself right around and walked straight back to Bowerstone. What kind of Hero was this man? Parties and excessive drinking and….orgies? The thought of it all made her fume with resentment.

"My goodness doll, how in the world did ya manage to get yourself hurt like this?" Poppy murmured as she finished tying the bandage around Sparrow's upper arm. "I mean, I see a lot o' blood and gore 'round here, but this doesn' look like yer normal bar fight scuffle." Her deep blue eyes looked into Sparrow's bright ones, almost calming the silently seething young woman.

"I came from Wraithmarsh," Sparrow said quietly, letting her annoyance with this new task of Hero-fetching escape to the back of her mind, "and I ran out of potions and food about halfway here."

"Oh my!" Poppy exclaimed, putting one dainty hand up to her lips in surprise. "Most people jus' take a boat 'round Wraithmarsh…"

"It's a complicated situation," the Heroine murmured. Poppy gave her back her arm, and Sparrow rubbed it gently. It was throbbing terribly, and she knew she needed to find a potion shop around here if she was to survive the night. Those damned Banshee offspring with their little daggers hurt a hella lot more than anything she had come across recently, and she was mildly suspicious that they were poisonous.

"Is there a potion shop around here?" she asked.

Poppy glanced around. She knew she might lose a good night's pay if she deviated from her corner, especially since all her normal customers would be out and about because of Reaver's party, but she wanted to help the young warrior. She thought for a moment. "If ya continue this way," she pointed up the street," you'll find it, it's called 'Yer Health is Low'. Just look for the sign. I can't leave m' post, doll. I think you understand…"

Sparrow thanked her, gave her 10 gold coins, which Poppy happily took, and started to make her way to the shop. The streets were busy as the sun began to set, and the mass amount of people slowed her down. She managed to push through the crowd, getting only a few rather harsh words from some rather harsh looking men, but she made it to the shop as the door was beginning to close.

"Wait!" she chocked, "Please!" She waved her good arm over her head, gaining some strange looks from some people as they passed. The owner of the shop paused, his hand still on the door knob, as her frantic cries made their way to his ears. He looked out into the crowd, finally realizing who was trying to gain his attention as Sparrow collapsed on his doorstep.

"My, what do I have here?" he asked with a sly smile forming on his lips. He knelt down onto the balls of his feet, and rested his hands on his legs. "May I help you?" Sparrow looked up at him, her cheeks flush. A thin layer of sweat coated her face. Nausea rolled up into her throat and she quickly turned away from him to throw up on his step.

A look of disgust formed on his face as he stood up quickly and backed away from her. Sparrow finished up and wiped her mouth, her cheeks now a rosy red color from embarrassment.

"I'm sorry..." she pleaded, "Please help me. I think I've been poisoned..."

The alchemist looked down at her from over his nose and crossed his arms. "I've been invited to Reaver's party tonight, and you want me to miss it to help the likes of you?"

Though rather surprised by his lack of empathy, and a little annoyed at the fact that all these people seemed to care about was some stupid party by this Reaver fellow, Sparrow forced herself to stand up. "Fine," she hissed. She turned and began to walk down the steps. The alchemist's hand caught her arm and stopped her. She looked angrily over her shoulder at him.

"I will help you under one condition," he said. Sparrow eyed his devious expression, and she knew something was up. "If I heal you, then you will accompany me to Reaver's bash." His lips twisted up into an evil smile. "No gold, just you hanging off of me like I'm God's gift to women."

Sparrow pondered this for a moment. So this alchemist felt a little intimidated by Reaver and his hordes of female fans. A little sore spot on his ego, it seemed. Well now, it seemed she might be able to get in and see Reaver a lot sooner than she expected. And if he didn't know who she was, she could see if she truly did need this man to help her save the world. She would have plenty of time to watch him, see who he was and how he was. All in all, this wasn't that bad of a trade. An antidote of high enough caliber to counteract the poison of a banshee would cost a pretty penny, and she could get it by just going to a party and doing a little acting.

"Fine," she brushed his hand from her arm, "Deal."

The alchemist smiled again, and turned around to enter his shop. Sparrow turned towards him, but then glanced over her shoulder, out into the street. Large eyes looked back at her from the shadows of an ally next to her. She put her finger up to her lips and smiled.

She could see the eyes blink a few times and get closer to the ground. Out from the shadows slipped a paw, and the young warrior smiled to herself again. She would never find a person who would love her unconditionally, not in this world, but she would always have her best friend.

"You coming, or do you plan on dying in the street?" the potion master's voice cut into her thoughts. She looked back at him, and his eyes glowed with anticipation. He opened the door a little wider for her, and she walked into Your Health is Low as the sun's final rays slid beneath the horizon.

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