Disclaimer: Don't own and never will.

AN: Written for Rare Pair February.

Jagged Stone gazed with admiration at his guitarist as she played her way through her latest piece. She was, without doubt, the most rock and roll woman he had ever met. She had this awesome pirate theme going for her, a being of unrestrained chaos and creativity. He could hardly turn his eyes away from her. Forget the mindless models who practically threw themselves at him. They were nothing more than distractions anyway, pretty pieces of glass with no real value. No, this was the real deal. A diamond in the rough that shone brighter than any of those shiny trinkets.

As she finished, Jagged grinned and leapt forward.

"That was awesome!" he said excitedly. "Totally rock and roll!"

"Ya think so lad?" she asked with a smirk. "Cause I've have barely started laddo."

"Care to show me over a drink?" he asked with a grin and she gave him one in return.

"Thought you'd never ask," she replied with a grin. She extended her hand. "The name's Anarka. Anarka Couffaine."

"Awesome," Jagged said as the two of them walked away together.