I'm So Not Talking About It
Author: MadaManga
Summery: A silly one-shot set immediately after Outlaw Demon Wails/Where Demons Dare – Rachel returns from her session with Al, but all is not well…SPOILERS
Disclaimer: The Hollow series and all its characters are owned by Kim Harrison.
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Jenks shoot into the living room and flittered in front of Ivy's face, dust trailing like a miniature meteorite.
"She's back!" Jenks exclaimed.
Ivy let out the stress she had been trying to ignore all night. Rachael had come back from her appointment on the other side of the ever-after with Al, the demon who-wouldn't-take-a-hint-and-get-lost.
She got off the couch and followed Jenks into the kitchen, just in time to see Rachel storming in from the garden.
Jenks dropped about a foot, eyes wide. Ivy stared just as hard.
"Umm…Rachel, how...err…did it go?" Ivy asked, trying to fight off the need to smirk. "And what happened to your-"
"I don't want to talk about it!!" Rachel blurted, mortified. She stalked carefully to the window and put her beta, Mr Fish, back in his spot. Though her walk had caused a good third of the water to splash out of the bowl, even the fish seemed to swim tauntingly at her. She was never going to live this down. Al is so going to pay, she swore to herself.
Jenks was now a glowing ball of orange hysterics, drawing in a cloud of pixie kids to all gawp at Rachel.
"I guess Al got his new rooms and just needed a little help with-" Jenks chortled.
"Nothing! Nothing happened and no one mentions this to anybody!" Rachel's face was now flushed enough to match her red hair.
"Yes, there is definitely a whole lot of nothing to that itty-bitty-" Jenks swerved to avoid Rachel irate swat at him, landing on the counter to laugh himself into a helpless heap.
Ivy wasn't faring much better, but she was together enough to be sneaking her way to the digital camera she'd left by her computer.
"Now, I'm going for a shower to wash off this stench, then, I'm going to bed. Everything went fine, no Newt showing up, definately no surprise demonic house warming parties, nothing further to discuss. Am I perfectly clear on this?" Rachel was now making her slow hampered way to the hall.
"Rachel, turn this way!" Ivy beamed.
Too slow on the uptake to just try and run for it, Rachel turned and stopped with a look of shocked horror as Ivy's camera flashed.
"Oh! Turn it, Ivy! You delete that photo NOW!" Rachel yelled, reaching for the camera.
She teetered and stopped to grab herself as certain things threatened to escape. While she was distracted Ivy slipped out the memory card and threw it to the massing pixies. It disappeared into the squealing cloud. Rachel knew she'd never find it again as the cloud scattered, pixie kids making a run for it.
"Ivy, come on, please! This is so embarrassing, please don't show anyone." Rachel was now reduced to begging.
"Hmmm," Ivy smirked. "Maybe if you tell us what happened…"
"I am so not talking about it!" Rachel turned to escape, and Ivy tell her go.
"But fairy-loving crap, Rachel," Jenks flew down and quickly zoomed up Rachel's body, causing a breeze which made the black lace frill flounce. "What was Al making you do in a naughty French Maid outfit!"
Jenks' laughter followed her down the hall as she hobbled in her ridiculous four inch spiked stilettos, while trying to ignore the chaffing from the rubbing leather and fishnet – a combination she now knew was as uncomfortable as it looked.
"I'm really, really, going to make Al pay for this," Rachel muttered to herself.
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There you go – a totally pointless short. I just couldn't imagine Al not taking advantage of Rachel as he's supposed to be teaching her & we all know he loves to dress up his familiars!