Fandom: The Hollows

Pairing: Ivy/Rachel

Spoilers: ?

Disclaimer: Rachel, Ivy, Jenks and the rest of the Hollows belong to Kim Harrison and her publishers. Only the story below is mine.

This is my first published Fanfic any reviews would be much appreciated. Let me know if I am doing well or crappy. :)

I apologize for taking so long on the update of this next chapter. I am in the middle of moving to Japan so things are kind of in an organized chaos for me right now. Well I do hope you enjoy this next chapter.

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"Glenn I know your hiding something from me." Ivy's voice echoed in my head. A mental smile crept up on my lips as I remembered not even I could hide anything from her, a fact which was made apparent to me after only a few days of being the living vamp's roommate. Obviously Glenn's time dating Ivy didn't teach him to much.

Turn it, she knew what I was doing or feeling even before I did most of the time.

Glenn must have responded to Ivy because I could hear a deep muffle of voice. Glenn continued on for a moment, I guessed he was trying to explain something to Ivy but I couldn't figure out what he was saying.

The air around me shifted becoming colder. Ivy was pulling an aura. She obviously did not like what Glenn had to say. A high pitched squeaking and a buzzing sound made me grit my teeth, whatever the sound was coming from had made Ivy calm down though, and slowly her aura began dissipating and the warmth of the room started to return.

I winced as I opened my eyes to see what was around me. The bright white light started to straighten itself into long beams of light and a duller shade of white in-between.

"Tink's diaphragm! Rache, your awake!" The familiar sound of Jenks's voice split through my head making me shut my eyes in pain. The sounds of the room were growing stronger and louder which only intensified the massive headache rolling around in my brain. I figured Jenks was the high pitched squeaking I was hearing earlier.

I tried to open my eyes again and instantly regretted doing so and shut them closed immediately. In my usual style I attempted to open my eyes and face whatever was in the room with me a few more times but ended up laying there with my eyes closed once more.

Each time I had tried to see what and who was around me the unfamiliar bright lights of the room flooded into my brain causing a pain to rip through my head worse than a wine hangover. The wine wasn't so much the problem but the sulfur in the alcohol, a nasty side effect surviving the Rosewood syndrome thanks to some genetic tinkering.

I tried to move my hands up to help shield myself from the light. My right hand moved up freely but did little to shield me from the brilliant lights of the room, my left hand however meet was not so willing to do what I wanted. I could feel a warm pressure on my hand, comforting not painful and for a moment I didn't want to find out what it was, afraid if I did it would break the spell the warmth on my hand held on me.

I dared to open my eyes to find out the source of the feeling on my hand. Through a little slit in my eyelids still covered by my free hand I could see Ivy standing next to me, she was holding my hand.

She was the one who was giving me the warm and comforting feeling. Her fingers were interlaced in mine and from what I could tell of the limited sight I currently possessed she was sitting in a chair next to me. The light around me was to bright for me to clearly see her features. Just a tall person sitting next to me with a dark blob where her head should be. Yet I knew it was her sitting next to me.

The incessant pounding in my head grew, my heart was beating faster. I could feel Ivy's hand tense in mine. Feeling reassured knowing I was safe with Ivy next to me I relaxed into my pillow closed my eyes. I knew what was going to happen next. Ivy would hold on to my hand for two more seconds struggling with her instincts, her fear, and her love for me then let go.

I tightened my grip on her hand not letting her make the decision to let me go. Turn it she is my best friend and roommate I could hold her hand if I wanted to.

"Yeah Jenks I'm awake. Can someone turn down the big light bulb in the sky? The lights in here are killing me."

"Barely awake a full minute and already complaining. Yep your alright Rache."

I frowned and moved my free hand to swat at the air, I had no idea where he was and even if I did the pixie would easily be able to avoid anything I threw at him. Best backup a girl could have.

There was the sound of a click and the room went dark. My head stopped throbbing so much as the light quickly died away. I opened my eyes finding I could start to focus on everyone in the room now. There was a dark shape standing next to the doorway where light spilled in from the hall, Glenn was standing there having turned off the lights. Jenks hovering over me, his wings were a blur of colors changing every so often, he was to small and I still couldn't see properly to know what expression he wore on his face.

I took the moment to look around the room to try and figure out where I was. The only light coming into the room now came from the hallway behind the open door and what little light was able to bleed through the closed shades on the window.

I focused on my surrounding and squinted trying to force myself to make out what blurs where what. The white sheets, pale white walls, the what I thought were a pot of flowers sitting on the desk at the other end of the room, there was even the familiar yet distant sanitary smell. I knew where I was.

A hospital.

I tensed as memories from when I was in the children's ward engulfed me. Laying there seeing all of the nurses come by trying to put on a smile and reassure us we would be fine. We, the other children and myself, knew better though, the smiles and words were hollow and empty.

I never blamed them for it though, as bad as it was to be dying, to look after and care for day in and out for multiple children who wanted nothing more than to go out and play, to be children, must have been heart wrenching. The best defense against the pain was to detach yourself from it, even so it made the nurses distance themselves from the children as well.

Needless to say I didn't want to be here.