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 9

Rachel was concerned about taking Newt into the FIB building, but luckily—or not, depending on how you looked at it—the demon seemed more interested in staring at Jenks, which made him her temporary babysitter. Rachel and Ivy went up to Glenn's office to give him the tape from Fredericks, but they didn't stay long, because neither of them of them was comfortable with the idea of a crazy demon wandering around this side of the lines. While the sun would be up soon, they could not be sure that would have any effect on Newt, since Al once said none of the rules applied to her because she had created most of them. When they got back to the car both were relieved it was still there, though that was short-lived, because Jenks and Newt were not inside.

"Oh crap." Rachel looked around. "You don't think she took him to the ever after do you?"

Ivy gritted her teeth. "I don't think so. I hear…" She turned her head. "Come on!" Around the corner and two buildings down was an electronics store, with the front window display full of televisions, and a camera that projected the image of someone standing in front of them on to each and every screen. Newt stood there, waving at herself, while Jenks fluttered overhead and a handful of passersby pointed and made rude comments the demon either didn't hear, or ignored. "Jenks!"

The pixy flew over to them. "Tinks' titties! I tried to stop her, I swear, but the psycho bitch is fast!"

"It's okay Jenks," said Rachel. "As long as everyone is all right nothing else really matters." She glanced around. "We have to get her out of here, before she decides to nuke the block or something."

"I can hear you all, you know." Newt turned. "I'm crazy, not deaf." She was speaking but her lips were not moving; yet, those of her images on the TV screens were. "It's time for a lesson. Do you have any idea how I'm doing this?" Rachel shook her head. "Of course not. Algaliarept never wanted you to learn anything useful." She paused briefly, as if organizing her words before speaking. "Your aura is not simply a layer of protection for your soul, it is a tool than can be utilized like any other. You can stretch, twist, and manipulate it in any way you see fit, such as extending a portion of it on to a nearby reflective surface. This…" She gestured at the televisions, but each separate image of her was doing something completely different. "…is merely a parlor trick, of course, but I think it gets my point across. And there is no danger, in case you were wondering, because your aura is not actually leaving your body."

Rachel blinked. "I can do that?"

"No normal witch could." Newt cocked her head when Rachel winced. "You are part demon. Part me. It is nothing to be ashamed of. Accept it. Embrace it." She came forward and touched Rachel's face, and both felt a spark of energy pass between them. "The power within you is so much greater than you can imagine. The whole of the ever after will tremble in fear if you ever come to realize it." She smiled. "I look forward to that day." She turned to Ivy. "Keep her safe, vampire." She turned and vanished.

Jenks sighed. "I thought losing you one night a week was bad, Rache, but I think I prefer that to Our Lady of Perpetual Psychosis just showing up out of the blue, you know?"

"I hear what you're saying." Rachel glanced at the televisions. "But I'm starting to wonder if it's not worth it."

Ivy put an arm around the redhead. "Can we go home, please?"

"Gladly."

Jenks shook his head as he followed them back to the car. "Damn witch, you are whipped."