Disclaimer: Not. Mine.
Song: Twisted by Carrie Underwood
Character(s)/POV(s): Beka Cooper
Pairing: Beka/Rosto
Posted: 4/14/09
Reason: The song fit, and the muse insisted. I couldn't refuse it.
A/N: Well, this is the last one. I'm really sad to say that, particularly now. It's been amazing, and once again, to every one of you who has read this: thank you! Now, one last time, review, please! It would mean so much to me!


Baby you're a wrecking ball crashing into me
Nothing I can do but fall piece by piece
You broke down every part of me that ever thought I'd never need you, baby

A decade after she had returned from her adventure in the desert, Beka Cooper thought back on the days when Rosto the Piper had come crashing into her life. From the Shadow Snake case to just the day before, he amazed her. Now, she couldn't remember for the life of her why she had resisted so fiercely when he had made it clear that he would rather have had her than any other mot in the whole world.

All of those walls she had put up, whether they were the ones that she had built up over time or the ones she had put up because she was a Dog, had come crashing down around her. She hadn't been allowed a say in the matter – he had wreaked havoc in more ways than one.

It's twisted
Messed up
And the more I think about it
It's crazy, but so what
I may never understand it
I'm caught up and I'm hanging on
I'm wanna love you even if it's wrong

In so many ways, it was crazy and stupid for her, Rebakah Cooper, Terrier, Bloodhound, and Elkhound of the Provost's Guard, to love him. People said that to her every day when they questioned why she had married the Rogue. None of them understood, and Beka didn't care. She knew that no matter how legal their marriage was, no one saw it as such.

Once, that had mattered to her – she hadn't understood that the people (Dogs included) would never see them as together, because they, as a couple, couldn't be. It simply wasn't allowed. So, Beka and Rosto went on with their everyday lives, loving each other as they would have anyway.

Everybody's telling me I'm over my head
But they don't feel you lovin' me
They all say that I've gone crazy
Maybe, but it's too late now to save me
I'm too tangled

Every day when she walked out the door, people stopped and stared at her. She had long since stopped noticing. It wasn't unusual anymore. Some of them even had even come up to her and demanded to know why she, a Dog, had put herself in such a compromising position in living with the Rogue and being his mot. She always calmly replied that she was married to Rosto the Piper, the man, not the Rogue. They never failed to look dumbfounded and promptly tell her that she was insane.

Rosto always chuckled wickedly when they went out together and this happened. One day, she remembered, he had turned to her, whispering in her ear.

"Do you regret it?" he asked softly. Beka had stopped, tilted her head slightly upward and stared at him with her piercing blue-grey eyes.

"Never."

It's twisted
Messed up
And the more I think about it
It's crazy, but so what
I may never understand it
I'm caught up and I'm hanging on
I'm wanna love you even if it's wrong

Sitting on the seat next to the window, Beka looked out, not really seeing the view. Lost in memories, she didn't hear Rosto come up behind her. He kissed her softly on the cheek, startling her out of her daze.

"Don't do that!" she told him, turning where she was sitting.

"Don't do what, love?" he asked, his dark chocolate eyes twinkling with mischief.

"You're impossible, you know that?" The only response she got from that was another wicked chuckle and having a kiss stolen. Life with Rosto was never dull.

Even if it's twisted
Maybe it's not right
But that's all right
Yeah, it's all right tonight
It's twisted
Messed up
And the more I think about it
It's crazy, but so what
I may never understand it

Nor was it dull when their two young children came galloping into the room on their father's signal, throwing themselves on Beka's lap, both screaming. After she quieted them down, they just grinned at her.

"Tell us a story, Mama," their son, Revan, said. His blue eyes, so much like Beka's, sparkled as he waited. Their daughter, Natalli, waited impatiently for Rosto to sit down before claiming his lap as her own.

"What would you like to hear, Rev?" Rosto asked, grinning at Beka when she shot him an annoyed look for cutting her off.

"The one 'bout the gixie who fell in love with the Rogue, even though everybody said it was wrong."


It's twisted
Messed up
And the more I think about it
It's crazy, but so what
I may never understand it
I'm caught up and I'm hanging on
I'm wanna love you even if it's wrong
Even if it's twisted
Even if it's just a little bit
Just a little bit
Just a little bit twisted
Yeah, it's twisted

Beka gave Rosto an incredulous look before grinning at her son. Of course Rosto had been telling them stories, he always was, whether it was his children, his wife, or anyone else who wanted to listen.

As Beka wove the requested tale – a tale that she knew far too well, it being her own story, Rosto watched, his eyes glittering with his unspoken adoration, just as their children's did. When Revan and Natalli had both dropped off into sleep, Rosto carefully placed the little girl who occupied his lap on the bed and walked over to Beka.

"No matter how wrong it is, I love you, Beka," he whispered into her hair. She would never understand why, but she was glad he did. She loved him just as much.