A.N.- Heyguys! It's really late but I wanted to drop this off for you since it's been so long, so if any sentences seem incoherent it's the sleep talking, k?

I really want to thank those who reviewed/favorite/followed this story, you all have a special place in my heart :D

Sophie Quinn: yes, it is Darquesse and yes, there will be violence, you mustn't worry; we're just not quite there yet, but we'll get to it, I promise :)

As EmeraldSpirrit8 so well pointed out (thank you again ;)), the lines in Val's head were getting kind of confusing, so Val's lines will be bold and Darquesse's lines will remain the same.

Oh, I forgot to do this btw:

Disclaimer: I am not the golden god nor do I own any of these characters, I just like to mess with them for fun :P

Enjoy, please!

Bad Ass Blye

Irreplaceable

Shouldn't we've picked something sexier?

You chose the outfit, Val.

Yeah, I know.

Relax. It'll be fine.

Right. Ok.

They stopped at the end of the building they knew Fletcher was staying at.

Eighth floor.

I know.

Flying up, Valkyrie kept the wind out of her hair using elemental magic. Darquesse snorted.

As soon as they arrived Valkyrie grabbed the window shill, pulling herself up afterwards. She set foot on the apartment and realized she was at the bedroom, the bed right in front of her, across from the light-wooded dresser. It had few decoration and she could see he hadn't even bothered to try and make it a home: he hadn't even brought his TV!

Then she heard the shower running; looking around, she spotted a door in the wall opposite from her, which should lead to the bathroom. She inwardly took a step towards it.

I really don't think walking in on him in the shower would be the best way to make our entrance.

Right. I'll wait.

She sat herself down on his bed, playing with the sheets. She hadn't been in a bed for so long! Soon she found herself sprawled on it, belly down and elbows keeping her up.

Val!

What? I'm comfortable here.

"Hey, Steph. I thought you'd gone with Skul."

She immediately sat up.

What?

Turning around, she could finally see him, in boxers only, pulling on some jeans and with his back turned to her.

"What?" she repeated, this time outside her head.

"Yeah, you called last week saying you were starting the… hunt." His voice cracked a little and she cocked her head to the side; hunt for what? He grabbed a shirt from his drawers and turned around. She looked at him as he lifted his head, only to drop the white piece of clothing he was holding.

"Y-you… what are you doing here?"

"That's not the important question!"

"What the hell do you want?!"

"I want to know why you bloody called me by my given name!"

"Oh, I'M SORRY! I guess you would prefer being addressed to as holy mighty highness Darquesse now, wouldn't you?" sarcasm was dripping from his every syllable, but she also noticed the hurt in his voice and in his eyes.

"Fletcher…"

"NO!" he screamed, and she jumped back. The British boy struggled with his words.

"You… you're not her."

"Oh, but it's okay to pretend my reflection is?" she suddenly screeched, jealousy, anger and hurt cursing through her voice.

He looked surprised.

"What?"

"Isn't that what she's going with now? Stephanie? Is it normal for you to find her in your bed often?"

"What are you… what are you suggesting?"

But she was on an angry spiral now, and refused to stop, taking a few steps further as if to find more of him to yell at.

"Is that all I ever was to you? A thing? I'm gone and you just replace me, easy like that, huh?"

Fletcher took two steps forward, anger boiling out of him clearly as well.

"Quit playing your stupid mind games, Darquesse!" he roared. "Valkyrie is irreplaceable, and you god damn well know that! And yet you stole her away from me! So don't you dare lecturing me for missing her and trying to put all the shit together in my head, and don't you even THINK about pretending to be her again!"

Well, he seems to like me, don't you think?

But Valkyrie's part of the mind didn't listen to her, for it was focused on one word only: irreplaceable. And the fact that Fletcher Renn had used it to describe her. A very shirtless Fletcher Renn, she noticed.

Next thing she knew it, she had pushed him into his bed and was straddling him, arms around his neck and lips crashing against his.

She could feel him tense beneath her for a moment before trying to push her away; she would have none of it: instead she pressed harder and managed to slip her tongue into his mouth.

He groaned and suddenly his hands came upwards, roaming her back frenetically as he kissed her back, tongues clashing.

She didn't know how, but someway her leather jacket found its way into the floor right before he flipped them over, pressing her down with the weight of his body. He moved his lips to her ear and then her neck, his mouth working wonders on her all the way, making her shiver and moan quietly. Her hands found themselves tangled in his blond spikes, bringing him closer for another passionate kiss.

Breathless, he rested his head in the crook of her neck, inhaling deeply before a sound that vaguely resembled a whimper came out of his mouth.

"Please… please give her back."

Valkyrie remained silenced, as did Darquesse.

"I need her… and it was all my fault, I got myself caught and then she…"

He was almost sobbing now.

"Please… take me. Take me and leave her, please…"

He hugged her harder, caressing her sides with his palms.

"I-I… please don't take her. Please… please don't take her."

"Oh, Fletch…" she mumbled, kissing the top of his head and caressing his hair.

We'll need a lot of research to learn how to fix this…