Title: Just a Game
Author: Christy
Rating: FR 15
TtH Prompt: #62 Game
Fandom/Theme: Angel/Highlander/In Death
Wordcount: 785
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters featured here. They belong to their respective creators and production companies.
Distribution: and TtH
Spoilers: None
A/N: This was written for the tth100. The only linking thing for these is Faith in them….sorry it's been so long since I've posted.
Summary: Faith still loves bending the rules in 2056 New York.

Faith grinned as she eased her way past the disabled systems. This was something she'd do occasionally over the years- it was amusing and kept her on her toes. And if there was anything she had learned, it was that she'd never really liked being bored. Hence the cat and mouse with the police, even now. She snickered at her own joke. She always gotten a kick out of the Catwoman comics.

She tiptoed into the living room with the many interesting antiques that she knew from personal experience were the real deal.

"Now, I don't know how you managed to keep my alarms from triggering, but I don't really take kindly to burglars in my house," a voice with an Irish lilt said drily. Faith heard the sound of a gun cocking and smirked.

"The gun ban doesn't mean much to you, does it?" she asked chidingly.

"If you knew whose house this was, you might understand my cavalier attitude a bit better," he replied from the darkness.

"I do—that's why I found the possibility of getting past you with my own brand of magic so appealing. And you being Irish—can you truly discount as myth how I got in?"

Roarke flipped on the light and looked at her, the gun still leveled at her head. "Ah, Miss Alexandra Wilks; I should have known. One of the top U.S. liaisons for the Watchers' Corporation. But a common thief?" he sneered, voice cold.

"Nothing so easily explained as that. I, much like yourself, find the mantle of respectability too stifling at times. I mean, not all your businesses are as lily-white as you'd like to claim," Faith stated, a smile on her face. With her inside knowledge of what it took to hide things you didn't want computer systems to find, she knew the signs.

"Regardless, we still have you coming into my house uninvited."

"If I promise not to do anything but sit down, will you listen? I doubt I can seriously keep you from calling the police, not that it really matters."

Roarke, intrigued by what she might possibly have to say, agreed. But he wasn't foolish enough to put down the gun.

*****

"I get bored sometimes. I'm not the type that takes to societal functions like you, but it's a necessary part of my job. I'm someone who has to take care of all sorts of things, but it gets to me after a while. That's why I took to B&E's all that time ago. It alleviated the boredom, even if only for a while."

"My dear, you can't be older than me. Unless you've been doing it since infancy, I hardly see how you could have been at it long enough to be bored often enough to dare to enter my fortress. Not to mention getting caught by its owner."

"Who said I didn't want to get caught?" she countered. "That's part of what keeps my juices flowing. Besides, this is a game for me. Will I get caught? If I do, what the mean owner going to do to me?" she asked with a saucy grin.

Roarke smirked at her frank and appraising gaze. He'd felt that same gaze from her earlier at the charity gala.

"Besides, why your house? Well, to be honest, you remind me a lot of a friend I knew back in the day. Same deal—one name, Irish, and not always on the up and up, but he's still a good guy to have at your back. But, I can't have you on mine," she said sadly, as she began muttering in Latin. The next thing he knew, Summerset was waking him, it was morning, and he was alone. On the sofa, he found a note.

Enjoyed the talk—wish it could have been more. And, for what it's worth, I would have banged your Irish ass, but self preservation above all else.

~ F

*****

Faith relaxed in bed with a glass of wine. It never failed—she'd always had a thing for Irish guys since before she'd died. And they hadn't really changed much in 600 years. Maybe a tad more refined now, but still the hottest guys with accents living. It had always been a bit of an effort those few times her and Angel had hung out not to agree on some bit of historical nonsense and give away her secret. She had always thought Immortals had been immune to the Slayer's call, but apparently not. Faith shrugged mentally and continued watching the news. This Lieutenant Dallas bears watching…if not for Roarke catching me, I'd definitely worry about.