NAME: Kirk Baldridge
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TITLE: Sometimes You Get What You Need
DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of these characters, names, places, etc. They all belong to Kim Harrison, and I would just like to take this opportunity to thank her for creating them.
FANDOM: The Hollows
PAIRING: Rachel/Ivy
RATING: K+
SUMMARY: Several of Rachel's relationships are in jeopardy.
SPOILER: Sequel to You Don't Always Get What You Want and set sometime after Black Magic Sanction. While you don't need to read my previous stories to follow and (hopefully) enjoy this one, it would help.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I feel a little explanation is necessary. My Immortal and its sequel, Through Her Eyes, are a separate timeline from my other four stories, which-if you wanted to read them all-technically belong in this order. You Don't Always Get What You Want, Love and Vampires, Disturbing, and Sometimes You Get What You Need.
CHAPTER 4
Rachel let out a long, tortured breath as she appeared in the kitchen.
Jenks was hovering overhead and Ivy was clutching the side of the island counter, panting, her eyes sin black.
"Tinks titties! You scared us, Rache!"
"Sorry. Guys, we have a problem. The thing we've been seeing? It's Newt."
Ivy nodded. "We know."
"What?" Rachel frowned. "How?"
"She's here," Jenks replied, coming down to sit on Ivy's shoulder. "She popped in like a minute after you left."
Rachel blanched. "Oh god. Are you guys all right? Where are your kids?"
"We're fine," said Ivy. "She wasn't looking for us."
"I sent them over to Keasley's." said Jenks. "I don't want them anywhere near that crazy bitch."
Rachel looked around. 'I really don't want to get it sanctified again.' "Where is she?"
"Your room." Ivy's felt her lover's revulsion and tried to be comforting. "It's okay. It's not like you really use it that much anymore. You're usually in mine." Rachel frowned. "Right. Sorry. That sounded better in my head."
Rolling her eyes, Rachel turned and strode out of the kitchen.
Ivy, with Jenks still on her shoulder, was right behind her. "Where are you going?"
"To put some clothes on, and to get the damned demon out of my church. Not necessarily in that order."
Ivy cleared her throat. "Speaking of clothes…"
Newts' were scattered down the length of the hall. Purple robe, her hat, purple slippers, and what appeared to be a disturbingly thong-like undergarment. Rachel felt sick. "Newt is naked in my bedroom?"
"She said something about not fitting in and wanting to make a good impression," said Jenks. "She came here to see you, Rache. Only it's not like before. Except for the stripping thing, she seems almost..."
"…sane?" Ivy offered. He nodded. "Which is actually more disturbing."
Rachel shook her head. "More disturbing than a naked demon in my bedroom? I don't think so."