NAME: Kirk Baldridge

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TITLE: Sometimes You Get What You Need

DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of these characters, names, places, etc. They all belong to Kim Harrison, and I would just like to take this opportunity to thank her for creating them.

FANDOM: The Hollows

PAIRING: Rachel/Ivy

RATING: K+

SUMMARY: Several of Rachel's relationships are in jeopardy.

SPOILER: Sequel to You Don't Always Get What You Want and set sometime after Black Magic Sanction. While you don't need to read my previous stories to follow and (hopefully) enjoy this one, it would help.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I feel a little explanation is necessary. My Immortal and its sequel, Through Her Eyes, are a separate timeline from my other four stories, which-if you wanted to read them all-technically belong in this order. You Don't Always Get What You Want, Love and Vampires, Disturbing, and Sometimes You Get What You Need.

CHAPTER 2

The next morning, at breakfast, Rachel and Ivy sat on either side of the island counter, eating waffles and watching in amusement as Jenks fluttered around the kitchen. The pixies were playing hide and seek and he had found all but one of his sons. There was no sign of Jin, but he knew he was around because the game was confined to the kitchen.

Ivy tore off a piece of waffle and dipped it in a bowl of warm honey. She brought it to her lips, freezing at the sight of a glassy-eyed pixy hanging on to it. "Umm, Jenks?" She caught him in her outstretched hand. "I found him."

"Tinks' titties, boy! What do you think you're doing?" Honey basically made pixies drunk. "You're not old enough!"

Jin burped. "Sorry, papa."

"If your mother could see you now…" Jenks winced as he thought of his late wife. Finally, he crossed his arms and sighed. "It's okay, Jin. Jo would you and Jahi take your brother back to the desk, please?"

"Yes, papa."

Jenks landed on the edge of the bowl and took a handful of honey for himself. "I never realized how much work it was for Mattie to deal with all of them whenever I was out on a run. The woman was a saint."

"We miss her too, Jenks."

Jenks looked between Rachel and Ivy, toward the kitchen door, and was surprised to see a figure standing there. "Hey." He couldn't make out whom it was, though the shape seemed familiar. "Who's that?" Both women looked over their shoulders, and when they turned back each had the same worried expression. "What?" He flew up, rolling his eyes when he saw the empty doorway. "Tinks' contractual hell!" Even Ivy couldn't move that fast. They had told him about Ivy's 'dream'. "It's spreading."