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Docklands, London
Late Evening
Harry turned around after closing his bedroom door and froze. "I think I've had this dream, but you're a new addition" he remarked to the dark-haired seductress in a long silken night gown that hugged her curves. "So, whose idea was it to get all giggly and drunk? No... don't answer that, that would be the clear eyed one I think...Ali."
She pointed to herself with an innocent expression. He smirked, "Frosty darling you didn't drink anything GREEN did you by chance? Only, the only alcohol I have that wouldn't evaporate on contact with your super cold self is vampire absinthe, and it's...quite toxically alcoholic."
Frost blinked myopically, "Love it, want more, you got more, would you like...more Harry?"
"Oh...like I said, I've had this dream, but I'm going to sleep on the couch." he said, "You guys get comfortable. I know that trying to move you would be like moving a polar ice cap in your current state, so...you know what? Enjoy my bed. 'Nite!"
Harry then walked out.
"Are we sure he's not gay," Allison asked a frown puckering her brow.
"You're Purdy" Frost said. Allison pressed a finger to her forehead and lightly pressed, the light blue woman was downed like she'd cold cocked her.
"None of you can hold your drink." Allison remarked. "Right...well, this won't do." she said standing up and walking off the bed as the others slowly slipped into alcohol assisted blissful slumber.
Allison walked out of Harry's bedroom finding him shirtless and reclined on the sofa, so she stood at the end, "You are actually serious about this aren't you?" she asked hands on hips staring down at him.
"Did you think I was lying, or so easily swayed?" He replied with a slight smirk.
"Did you think I would just give up?" Allison shot back.
"I didn't think you'd fill my bed that's for sure."
"I said, don't chose, have all of us. As long as I'm in there somewhere." Allison told him.
"This group of women is the core team; you really want to mess that up right now?"
"Why do you think it'll mess it up." Allison asked.
"Sex can get sticky."
"Here's hoping!"
Harry smirked, "You know what I mean."
"I am aware that emotions can get entangled, and I'm not about to lie and say we don't like you like that."
"We?"
"Yes, idiot, we"
He smirked, "You share disturbing characteristics with my bloody sister."
"Very sexy?"
"And that's one of them. disturbingly enough." he smirked.
She kneeled on the couch.
"What're you doing."
"NOT having sex." she remarked, then slipped mostly on top of him.
"Urh"
"Oh shut up and put your arm around me or something, I'm cold."
"This entire place is temperature controlled." he noted.
"Give a little, just a bit; maybe?"
He slung his arm around her, "This could be just as bad."
"They will all be very jealous." she said nodding against his chest. "Especially when I say all you did was hold me all night."
"Okay now you've lost me, you want them to hate you?"
"They won't. Stupid man, you scry for certain traits and characteristics and then fail to treat us they way they transcribe. You think you have four remotely NORMAL women here with you, not including NOT sister."
"Hmmm"
"You think we want or need convention?"
"Hard to say. I sure as hell don't!"
"You looked for compatible, and you got it." Allison said, "Now stop talking, your voice is rumbling in your chest and tickling my ear."
He chuckled.
"That's worse" she said a smile in her voice.
"You are DANGEROUS!"
"Oh, obviously!" she remarked. "Now I think I said STOP talking, or would you like me to cut your throat to shut you up!"
He mimed zipping his lips.
"If only, then you'd stop being able to say no to something so obviously yes." she said, "Nite, IDIOT!"
This was echoed a few moment's later as their breathing evened out, "Idiot" a soft female voice said by the entrance to the living room, Jamie's eyes VERY amused. She liked ALL these women, but the one that truly had her vote well, she was now very obvious.
The Brownstone, N. Y.
The Next Day, Midday
"Sherlock, this is the final member of our team, at least that we have planned. This is Allison Argent."
"You are a VERY shallow man" Sherlock said with no smile.
Allison lifted a brow, "And you, if as intelligent as you are proported to be should be able to see beneath our beauty to the reality of our choosing."
Sherlock, now, smiled a little, "Ohh, this one is feisty."
"Yeah...don't fuck with Ali, Sherlock, she might even be the most dangerous one to date." Harry said not entirely kidding. "To me for sure." he added not so under his breath. "Either way, kind of hoping your wall of media has popped something for us? Or the NYPD"
"I believe they would call you had that happened. But no my media searches have yielded nothing interesting for us either." He said with a sad sigh.
"Well, then I think maybe it's my turn to help you my friend, by showing you something you might not yet know about."
"It's always possible!"
Allison lifted a brow, a small smirk playing around her perfectly shaped cupid bow lips.
"Got a laptop I can borrow?" Harry asked.
"Of course, Watson your laptop" Sherlock said to Joan.
"Why my laptop, Harry is a damn magical he'll likely burn it out." Joan complained.
"And that's exactly why we're using yours" Sherlock smirkingly said.
"Oh...lovely, fine, fine, here" Watson said handing over her classily styled laptop.
"For your information magic works very well with computer systems, as long as you don't use a foci." Harry said, "That really would make a mess of your stuff, you do remember I have a mobile? What is that if not a computer in my damned pocket, close to my body."
"Really, how close, let me see?" Allison said immediately.
"Ignore her, she thinks she's pursuing me" Harry said, "Now, you go here."
"A star trek technology website, it is a sad state of intelligence that mildly intelligent people chose to WASTE their intelligence making up technology and not driving it." Holmes remarked. "I've looked at them in the past, interesting, but really a giant waste of time."
"I'll have you know I put that one up" Allison said sounding outraged, "It's an amazing technological exercise and a good way to work out my intelligence like working out a muscle in a way I find entertaining and fun."
"Oh I'm sorry I didn't mean to...funny" Sherlock began but quickly redirected himself.
"I'm sorry I don't think it's funny, its' rather insulting actually." Allison kept going.
"You, my dear, have a perfect poker face but sadly Harry of the unusual eyes can't hide what he's feeling in those uniquely shaded ocular apparatus, and he is twinkling up a storm." Sherlock said with a chuckle.
Allison slapped Harry's shoulder, "Gee thanks!"
"I'm sorry but you had him for a moment, that's a lot better than nearly anyone can say," Harry said with a grin.
"There is though, one point here," Jamie said, who since it was visit Sherlock time was obviously coming to that. "I really did put THAT one up." She said pointing.
"I can't read you right now, which is almost proof enough you're pulling my leg." Sherlock said carefully.
"Accept I'm actually not, and funnily enough for all the reasons Allison stated. It's not a bad thing to have FUN with your intellect Sherlock." Jamie chided him.
Allison looked at Jamie, who, as Holmes looked away, gave her a tiny wink. Allison covered her smile.
Frost jogged Thea who was watching with dancing eyes. "You caught that?"
"Of course" Thea replied.
"That's a lot more than gaining her friendship."
"Isn't it though" Thea remarked.
"Anyway, the point is NOT the nerd content." Harry said, "It's what it's hiding."
"Harry...are you thinking of doing what I think you're thinking of doing!" Jamie said, "No...that's a bad idea, I won't get any sex for weeks!"
"Bastard" she immediately said as Harry's smile just stitched wider.
"Click there, there and there, enter THIS code 128848430" Harry instructed his friend.
Sherlock did all the above and the entire site dissolved into an entirely different, very Google looking search engine. "Welcome to the Dark Web." Harry announced with a smirk.
"I thought it a myth, or a term for hackers hang-outs." Holmes said the light of adventure in his eyes.
"In interests of not losing my balls" Harry said casting on the laptop, "That's a net nanny, you only get two hours a day, until I'm told otherwise. And I locked it to THIS computer."
"Gee thanks Harry, there goes my laptop." Joan remarked.
"Only for two hours a day." Harry reasoned.
"But this is a proported tremendous resource." Sherlock complained.
"And you, with your ability to soak in data, two hours is more than enough time to learn oodles without incurring the wrath of my sister." Harry explained.
Sherlock looked at Jamie who had her arms crossed and was tapping her foot. "Ahh yes, very good point, well made."
"Anyway, let's put in some random search terms see if we pop."
Linden House Library, N. Y.
Later
In point of fact it was Mrs Hudson who'd brought in a score for them. One of the people she 'worked for' had reports of a potential ghost. Now these were nearly always hoaxes, but since they were all bored anyway, they came to check it out.
"That's interesting," Harry said to Sherlock who was standing right next to him as they searched the large private library.
"What is?" Sherlock asked.
"This isn't a hoax" Harry said seriously.
"How on Earth do you know that, do you... sense something."
"In that I just stepped in a pile of ectoplasm, then sure I sensed it."
Sherlock covered a smile. "That's...an imaginative deductive technique"
"Oh shut up," Harry laughed.
Sherlock covered a chuckle...badly.
"I'll have you know these were Italian leather, and you never get it ALL off."
"Well, they didn't die in vain then." Sherlock chuckled.
Then a large amorphous mass of green jelly looking substance flew around the corner, big eyes opened, it floated up closer, then suddenly a long tongue appeared as it blew a raspberry at them. Holmes got totally covered, Harry's shield stopped any more clothing related ectoplasmic costs incurred.
"RIP OFF" was a feminine reply from down the stacks where Allison had walked out from between them to see that,"But...all the same, can you do that again?"
The aghast seemed to ponder this, and then turned its spray of ectoplasm on them again in a giant raspberry, this time accompanied by a flash of a phone going off.
"Thanks a tonne" Allison said cheerfully. "But seriously" she said striding up uncaring she wasn't protected by Harry's shield, "Aren't you ashamed of yourself, I see you can watch movies. And you had to rip off that old piece of crap Ghostbusters."
"I thought it was comic genius" Harry said seriously.
"I used to quite like it, not so much as it dribbles into my sock" Sherlock replied in his calm manner.
"See, not impressed, not remotely scared either! Some ghost you are."
"Not a ghost" Harry cut in, "Poltergeist, actually, no one really knows how they are formed, but they aren't strictly speaking ghosts."
"I'm sure that's really important, but...now?" Allison said seriously, her lips twitching every so often as ooze drooled down Sherlock's rather smart suit.
"Actually it is VERY important, you can't exorcise one, no spirit to send on, in reality there is almost no sure way of getting rid of them."
"Oh, that Is important, since we were hired to do that very thing." Allison remarked still amused by Sherlock.
"However, they have near human intelligence." Harry said, "You slimer, come 'ere" the giest floated closer, frustrated a little by Harry's shield flaring up every time it tried to stick its tongue in Harry's ear, but Harry was able to whisper into its.
It pulled back, "Rabba"
"Uh huh" Harry nodded firmly.
"Hoggy" it asked.
"Exactly, you could even find a playmate, lot's of kids to amuse...an audience who will appreciate your humour."
It grinned massively then ran it's tongue down Harry's shield, which dropped ooze harmlessly to the floor then spun in place and disappeared.
Allison put her hands on her hips, tapping her foot, "Explain? You distinctly said you couldn't get rid of it."
"I said ALMOST no way to do it and then I mentioned their intelligence level." Harry smiled beautificially. "I merely made it a better offer of housing."
"Harry, I'm your friend, aren't I? Please tell me you didn't send that to my Brownstone?" Sherlock almost begged.
"No...I wouldn't do that to Joan." Harry smirkingly replied.
"Yes, and don't think I missed the hedge, but either way it works for me. if not tricking me, then who are you looking so VERY smug about." Sherlock said relieved.
"My old school. It already has their own poltergeist one that has lasted hundreds of years and their magical might and intellect has yet to get rid of to. Frankly we all loved him, he played tricks on us sometimes, then...not so much, but on the teachers...MUCH better."
Jamie stepped out of the stacks laughing, "You Utterly reprehensible BASTARD, but I love you for it."
Allison smirked, "So in short you just...increased their poltergeist population by 100%."
"In short...yes" Harry grinned massively.
"You know what I think?" Allison asked amused.
"I'm enthralled even if he is not" Holmes said when no one said anything a moment.
"I think you're a real prick, with a really long memory for slights. That's what I think. But in this instance I'll over look it since it is damned funny." Allison waved her phone, "Besides this is So going on the Internet." she said turning on a heel and striding off.
"You know I think she may even have better legs than Watson." Harry said wistfully.
Jamie smacked him around the head, "No eyeing the jail bait."
"NOT jail-bait, she's eighteen."
"Dirty old man!"
He glared at her.
"You are, that's what you are, a dirty, dirty old man."
Sherlock smirked. "You can stop that too." she said without looking at him. "That said...I do like that girl." Jamie noted, "She seems oddly familiar in attitude, is there something I should know...bro?"
"Oh shut up"
Balcony, Docklands, London
Next Morning
It was just Frost and Thea currently, they rose earlier than the others, and liked to take a moment to reflect with each other. They were after all the first two for some time, and were a touch closer together than they were with the others.
"She's pulling ahead" Frost said tearing off some muffin which was now a stable of their breakfast since she'd expressed her liking of the baked goods.
"Not even trying to either, it's almost annoying." Thea said, "You know why of course. She might be in a more sisterly role now and they are both adopting it more now. But she'll always be his yardstick. We BOTH mentioned that the attitude if not looks was right."
"Yeah...and they didn't grow up together and Allison has no issues with her attraction to Harry, and no interest in another man."
"Ohh that's a little close to the bone Frost" Thea hissed.
"You know I'm right, that's why they are BOTH grabbing that brother/sister thing like a life line, it simplifies their relationship."
"Defines it into nice neat little boxes they can apply to each other and their very confused emotions about the entire thing, but as we have often said...totally his yard stick." Thea said nodding.
Jamie sat back from her open window a smirk on her face. She'd noted that Thea and Frost did this of a morning and allowed them to think she was sleeping. They often aired their thoughts, not grievances as frankly her 'brother' did a marvellous job of making sure they didn't have any.
They were perhaps not wrong about them grasping the relationship angle either, but the fact was it DID simplify the matter, and define it into a relationship ethos they found workable. No real label had been applicable and before Sherlock it was highly likely that she would've ended up taking him to her bed. She did want more children one day and he would be a fine candidate, but her and Sherlock were...more than perhaps she and Harry could safely be. There would've been love she felt sure of that, but not like she had with Sherlock.
But the real thing here was the Allison issue, they felt Jamie was the yardstick, she supposed that made some sense, he'd made no secret of his early crushing on her, and they had...experimented early on. She could see herself taking on that role for him, there was always one in a man's life after all. Apparently she was his. And they felt Allison measured up to this yardstick.
Jamie wasn't sure they were wrong, physically they were somewhat different with some interesting similarities, one a blonde the other brunette, but body type, perhaps. Their attitude, well...yes, perhaps not to her extremes but she saw a lot of herself in Allison. That could be nurtured, perhaps she should even offer to do it. She'd never taken on a proper student, like Sherlock had, was it time to do so? And would poaching Allison piss Harry off more importantly? Likely it would, but she was more than aware of how he felt in terms of that he'd also made no effort to hide it if not outright state that.
Yes, she needed to talk to Allison herself, a little more than a single conversation that lasted all of a minute. Admittedly a minute that had impressed her, and she later realized been entirely aimed at Harry's perception of what HADN'T been stated. AKA Allison's willingness of giving head.
Master-stroke, bit ham-fisted, but she was quite young.
Docklands, London
Later
"Allison" Jamie called, half stepping into the lounge. The brunette tresses of Allison shifted catching the light on well cared for hair.
"Yes Jamie?" she asked.
"I'd like to talk to you please, in my office." Jamie asked of her.
"Of course" Allison responded smoothly getting to her feet showing her martial training in that simple move and striding confidently off.
Frost frowned, "Oh dear."
"What?" Elena asked, looking concerned.
"We're wondering what she did to warrant a private chat with the analyst around here." Thea asked aloud, "None of us have been invited into her inner sanctum, and honestly I've always been glad of it. As protective of Her as Harry is, she's as bad back. Perhaps she's noticed, or more likely heard him state the other day her pursuit of Harry, perhaps SHE doesn't feel she meets the standards for sure she would have for a suitor, so to speak."
In the office Allison smoothed down her Allison special, crossing sublime legs and looking at Jamie steadily.
"I don't scare you at all do I?" Jamie asked with a half smile.
"Should you? I know you have the power to make me gone, is that why I'm here. I won't fight it, not directly. That's not a battle I'd currently win."
"So you won't even fight it anyway on the off chance a lucky shot could take me."
"Hurting you would hurt Harry. I'd rather kill myself than hurt Harry, that much I ALREADY know." Allison said, "Ultimately as it stands right now I would likely just get myself killed but by his hand instead."
"Right now? You see that changing?"
"I would never succeed you, but one day I hope to match you."
"I thought you meant to share him?"
"I do, sexually!"
"Interesting, and in other ways."
"I think they already love him, even if just a little bit, and I think he's got a big heart, plenty to go around."
"So it's his soul you hunger after."
"Call me greedy, but that sucker is mine." Allison said with a sanguine smile.
"Tall order, can you handle that potentially limitless source of potency"
"Not if I view it as a source of power!" Allison said sounding annoyed.
Jamie smiled a little.
"Oh...nicely done" Allison chuckled. "I don't want his power, I would never make good use of it, it's better where it is. Good hands I believe. Despite all the odds being stacked against him and no I'm not talking about you, he should be evil you know."
"I am more than aware"
"He's not, you know why not?"
"I'm currently more interested in hearing your theory." Jamie responded.
"He's pure there" Allison said, "It's been days, fuck it was moments, and I knew that. Not in his heart, or his head, those are convoluted and darker than dark in some places, but at the crunch at the end of days, or the end of a deciding moment, that purity of his spirit will see him through basically ANYTHING thrown at him."
Jamie smiled, "You might be surprised but I believe the same."
"Not even a little bit" Allison said, "No one knows him like you know him, not yet."
"You say that a lot"
"I mean it though, one day I hope to attain your level. It'll take years, you grew up together, I actually can't account for how you met up again after you were what...expelled for being too weak."
"Not a word I would apply to me again" Jamie said with flashing eyes.
"Not meant in that context." Allison responded, unconcerned by that flash of anger.
"Still not my favourite word."
"If I could edit my vocabulary I would,"Allison smirked. "I'm still not using it incorrectly though, am I?"
Jamie's eyes flared, "No" she said tightly.
"And somehow you two STILL met up, he recognized you, somehow reversed something I am sure they are well practised in and in the process gave you back the incredible gift of being able to at least cast MOST of their standardized spells. After all standards adhere to the lower ends of the spectrum...notice I didn't say weak."
"And then did." Jamie laughed.
Allison smiled, "But normal people can ALL cast those standard spells I'm guessing. And by normal I mean the average population."
"That's the summation."
"So likely you can cast most of those or you would've have gotten the invite, even ALL of them since the school invited you and gave you a place."
"I can indeed do that, your point is here?"
"He is always talking about how much he owes YOU!"
Jamie smiled, "Oh...I hate to admit this, but I like you. You are pointing out, quite gently, that I perhaps owe him every bit as much?"
"Succinctly put"
"I am more than aware I owe him as much, believe you me, I will never be able to pay that back," Jamie said unusually passionate for her.
"Good, I'm glad. This all seemed a bit...one sided at times."
"No, it's far more mutual than he'll admit to."Jamie said, "Fact is he felt it was my birth-right, his words actually, that they had no right to take it from me. Given his unique relationship with magic I would tend to listen to him on these matters, but he didn't seek recompense and it's not why I taught him. In truth I thought about killing him even then."
"Why would you do that?"
"It seemed...weak, perhaps even stupid to give that to one such as me." Jamie admitted, "I knew him about a year, never talked to him directly and the sweet bastard actually deigned to NOTICE I was gone. I never said a single word to the boy. I mean he was a fucking superstar in that world, and he..." she cut off, "It made no sense, he HAD to want something."
"And I'd guess you've always been...attractive"
"You have surmised my thought, and that was reason enough to kill him... especially in those days." Jamie said her eyes flashing, "But I made...overtures, he didn't take me up on them."
"He was what...twelve"
"Thirteen when we met back up actually. I had recently moved into his home town, horrid place, just imagine the worst suburban nightmare and that was that place."
"Sounds a bit ordinary for a wizarding superstar."
"Oh...don't go there" Jamie said her eyes dangerous
"I'm going there." Allison pressed.
"You really want to know how he was beaten bloody, abused in many ways, hammered into bloody paste by his own fat fuck cousin. Psychotically beaten down in anyway that counted by his blood relative aunt, or made to feel like he was LESS than nothing. That GOD of a man was so abused he didn't hit pubity properly until 16, but wow did he ever hit pubity afterwards. He used to be rail thin, until I started to feed him. My family had other means of controlling me. Neither family actually succeeded in that, I'm afraid I'm proud to say."
Allison had tears in her eyes, "Feel better knowing that." Jamie asked.
Allison laughed, "Yes, it validates everything I feel."
"You are a wonderfully odd girl, explain that?"
"I'm right, he should be evil, even the hints were enough and that was just war-time. He's got a pretty scary body count after all."
"That was only the blood war, his real count is...got to say, much higher."
"I don't care if he's killed, I'm surprised he doesn't murder babies to be honest. I'm not even sure that would stop how I feel."
Jamie went wide eyed, then smiled, "Well that got my vote."
"I don't hate that you said that, but it's not your vote I need Jamie."
"Do you know how many women have slept with Harry"
"I'm pretty sure that's another quite high count" Allison chuckled, "Have you seen the man."
"No...listen to my words, I said SLEEP, I wasn't using a euphemism."
"Oh, I dunno then?"
"Exactly one to my knowledge"
"Me? That night?"
"If that doesn't show how he feels, I think you're a moron."
"And yet?"
"And yet he has this small thing called honour, don't get it myself and I tried to beat it out of him. Failed, perhaps because of that purity we both know he has."
"I hate to say this, might even get me stabbed, but you seem to like it as much as I do."
Jamie laughed, "With the pinnacles I had to deal with daily, in my old line of work, and the ones that called themselves family? Harry is the humans ultimate reply to you all suck. Guess what! Not all of them after all. If you repeat that I will kill you stone dead. Which would be a terrible waste so please don't."
"We'll call that our little secret" Allison smirked.
"I called you in here to offer to train you, what do you say to that?"
"I say thank you, very much, but..no"
"For why?" Jamie asked looking at her steadily.
"I seem to share some traits with you that allow me to measure to his own personal yard stick, they ALL say it." Allison explained, "But I'm afraid the last thing I want is to be so similar I accidentally get put in the same pigeon hole he is now using to help simplify your relationship as you move towards a man that is not him."
Jamie smiled, "Good answer"
"I wouldn't mind some tips from time to time, you taught him to think in a certain way, I'd like to learn that much at least. Only to emulate, so I can know what he needs before he needs it."
"You see yourself in a command position?"
"I'll be out back with a bow, perfect over watch position. I was being groomed for leadership by the Argents, this seems like a logical step."
"And what of your family?"
"One day I will go back, with Harry at my side and I am hoping his other lady loves, create a dynasty that will lead my family to heights never before dreamed of."
"I do like ambition in a woman." Jamie then reached into a drawer and pulled out a rather thick dossier. Then she flicked it open.
"You have a file...on me? I'm not even native here." Allison said surprised.
"It pays to keep an eye on me." Jamie remarked, "I had freedom to move around that night, and plenty of nearby cars to steal, your father maintained the family registry in the basement of your apartment building and you are went to Beacon Hills High, there are only two in the nearby area and that is the one with the highest attendances for the local catchment."
"You stole my files." Allison said, luckily she was laughing.
"If I couldn't do this at the time, I had Harry take me back and compiled them. I am analyst and consultant for this team I need to know absolutely everything about you all. This conversation has filled in some blanks but mostly it was about my offer, and shortly went off into your interest in Harry. I AM moving into sisterhood for him, I have a debt of care."
"Interesting word to use?"
"Well...it's not so wrong either." Jamie said, "I owe him, you pointed that out in this very conversation. No one else has realized that in our long association, even his supposedly smart friend Hermione."
"I think its funny how you say her name," Allison said, "I'd almost say you were jealous, but you're not, not exactly. You just don't think her worthy I believe."
"Seven years in total he went to that school, HARRY, in that school. And yet they ALL called her the intelligent one, the bright one. He could at any moment have disproven that if he had but made a single bloody comment, but no...he let her have that, not because he was hiding, good reason right there, no he wanted her to have that for her!"
Allison smirked.
"Why, with the smirking again."
"You were there for a whole year, you could've ruined her."
"I had no inclination at the time, and I WAS hiding." Jamie said. "I hid so well, no one even noticed the next year that I was missing."
"Not...no-one"
Jamie smiled, "No, someone did, didn't he."
"So he calls you Sal, I take it that's your real name?"
"I've had many names, I never cared for Sally-Anne anyway, it sounded like a milk maid."
Allison snorted up a lung. "Sorry, of course I don't totally agree with that...Jamie"
Jamie smirked. "So here's a question."
"I'm all ears"
"That would be disgusting."
Allison laughed, "Fine, fine, I am listening."
"Would you like to be My friend?"
"I think I would just love that Jamie" Allison smiled.
"If you hurt him it won't stay my hand."
"I'll hurt him a lot"
Jamie looked at her oddly.
"Well the obvious, the first time he just assumes he can take me on the mats, I'll make that stick in his mind, and the less obvious but much more fun potential back injuries."
Jamie burst into loud laughter, loud enough to carry across to the living room. There was a lot of beautiful eye rolling.