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 10
Jax and several of his brothers and sisters were in the sanctuary, playing with Rex, Jenks' cat, taunting her without being cruel and trying to see how close they could get to her claws. To her credit the cat was so accustomed to this activity she barely spared them a glance, apparently more concerned with a meticulous cleaning of her own fur.
They all turned as the air pressure in the room shifted, and Rachel materialized in the middle of the room.
"Ms. Morgan!" Jax flew closer. "What's going on? Where are dad and Ms. Tamwood?"
Rachel raised her hand and a pulse of light erupted from her palm. All the pixies passed out, and Rex went running. She went into her bathroom and picked up her hairbrush, took a few loose strands and shoved them into her pocket. She blinked at her reflection. "For what it's worth, I'm sorry." With a sigh, the redhead turned and vanished.
Rachel reappeared in Al's kitchen. The demon himself was seated on the counter; legs crossed, and appeared to be molding a human-like figure out of clay. "It went well, I assume?"
"As well as can be expected." Ever after washed over Rachel and transformed her into Pierce. He took Rachel's hair from his pocket and handed it to the demon. "God forgive me. I am sullied."
Al rolled his eyes. "Oh get over yourself. It's not like I asked you to hurt her. I have to make Newt look bad so Rachel comes back to me, but I don't want Rachel or Newt herself to know I was involved."
"If anyone's hand is found in this, it will be mine. I am the one who will suffer."
Al nodded. "Exactly."