Worlds Collide
Chapter Two
I STILL OWN NOTHING!
Blair sat on her bed, a hard rock song blaring from the speakers of her expensive stereo. She carefully pulled apart her nine-millimeter and was carefully cleaning it. If there was one thing Blair needed, it was being perfectly clean.
She was just about to start putting the gun back together when Tipton knocked and peeked his head in. "Come in." She murmured, adjusting the volume on the stereo.
He sauntered in and sat on the edge of her bed. Blair looked up from her nearly frantic cleaning and caught his gaze. His large, deep brown eyes held her there for a moment.
His angelic face was topped by black, silky hair cut short, very short. He sat before her, classically handsome. He smiled, the smile accented by dimples.
"You doin' alright?" He asked, his deep, southern drawl very apparent. She shoved the magazine into the bottom of the gun's grip before inspecting it and gently laying it on her bedside table.
"I'm fine, just hiding." She said softly, falling back against her pillows.
"Hidin' from what?"
"Mac."
Tipton sighed and rolled over to face her, bracing his head with his hand. "Why is that, are you afraid of 'im?"
Blair shook her head "I'm not afraid of him exactly, but what he could do."
Tipton blinked. "Please elaborate a little."
Blair looked at him. "This is his house, I just live in it. Without him, Aiensley and I have nowhere to go. We've been here for months, and all I've done is screw up."
"C'mon, you don' really believe that."
"Tipton, because of me Mac ate a creamy tuna sandwich." Blair pointed out
"You and I both know that he'll laugh about it tomorrow. Besides, he might need a little anti-aging formula, he's so uptight he's gonna end up with a pole up his ass, an really deep wrinkles."
This made Blair giggle. Tipton looked at the gun on the table. "Since when do you girls carry guns? Aren't you a recon team?"
"We don't." She replied smartly, as she stood up, picked up the gun and strode over to her wardrobe." 'It's a souvenir." She opened the oak doors and pushed the clothes aside, to reveal a large display case. It held many handguns, many types. She placed the Desert Eagle in its place and moved everything back.
"That's scary, I don' think I'll be able to sleep tonight, knowing you have those."
Blair smiled. "I need to find Aiensley, we have a job."
Tipton smiled and walked over and playfully ruffled her hair. "Good luck."
"Thanks."
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(Krynn)
Raistlin held the Staff of Magius high, chanting. He was aware of the portal opening, and then Caramon and Tasslehoff used the time device, exactly at the wrong moment.
The portal nearly slammed shut, Raistlin screamed in agony as the raw energy he had summoned with Crysania tore through him, turning against him.
Next thing he knew, he was on the ground, on solid wood. He Looked around, a young woman was leaning over him.
His last thoughts, before he passed out, were about how odd she was dressed.