A/N~ This ones going to be kind of on the long side, so snacks and drinks might be advisable. Also please review I'm getting into important parts and want to know if I need to clarify anything. Plus they're kind of addictive. ;P~A

Faelliance

Trick was both relieved and feeling a great deal of trepidation. Relieved because Val had called to let him know that she and Hale were safe and in hiding in a place their father would never suspect. He had told the girl to protect themselves and stay put. The last thing they needed was for the true Ashe to fall under the influence of others again.

He was feeling trepidation because Ennoi had called him and told him that as soon as the Archer had recovered to bring he and the rest of the Avengers to the Den. He had the sneaking suspicion that the goddess had it in her head to break the First Law of the Fae. The law that said, Never tell humans the fae exist.

Of course she was one of the four main gods of the fae world so it wasn't as if the fae hierarchy could do anything to her really. It was the rest of their little group he was concerned about.

They had moved the wounded human and his companions down to his cellar apartment where he was resting comfortably. His other friends maybe not so much. The demigod had to duck all the time. The soldier after a few hours had become fidgety and had finally pulled out a pocket sized sketch book and a pencil and was suddenly engrossed in sketching.

The rich man had gone back to their hotel and returned with a computer, and some normal clothes for his companions. When he discovered there was none of that wifi nonsense Kenzi was always moaning about; Stark had done something with a smaller Starkphone device and suddenly a voice started speaking out of the cell phone. While the inventor was tapping madly away at his computer.

When the soldier had pulled out a tight fitting t-shirt for the Archer and no pants, Trick merely tossed the shirt back in the direction of the bag Stark had brought. Instead he walked over to a trunk and began rummaging through its contents as the now curious eyes of the demigod and soldier studied him curiously.

"Remove his pants please," when he looked over his shoulder he saw both men stare at him uncomfortably, he continued, "The pants are caked in blood and will be very stiff and uncomfortable. Take them off."

The Keeper of the Way Station went back to rummaging through the trunk, finally coming out with the items he had been looking for. Like most establishments of this type, the trunk was the lost and found for the pub. Some of the items if they weren't claimed in a timely fashion became part of Tricks collection. Other items such as the clothing even of the magical variety got put in this trunk which held more than it looked like it should.

Currently the bar keep held a pair of boots, leather pants, a flowing white shirt and a heavy leather belt. He turned back to find that had left his bloody undergarments on and scowled at the men. Shaking his head he laid the clothes aside, drew out a knife and stripped the Archer of the last modicum of modesty.

Going over to the bowls of now cool water and taking one and a cloth he bathed the remainder of blood off of the young humans body. Quickly he dried his skin and carefully pulled the pants up to his hips before looking at the two larger individuals in the room and growling, "A little help?"

Moving forward the soldier helped pull the pants over Hawkeye's hips while Thor shook out the shirt and lifting him with one hand pulled the shirt over his arms and smoothed it down his back as he laid him back down.

His socks were undamaged so they were left in place as Trick proceeded to pull the boots on. Thor and Steve studied their friends abdomen before they pulled the edges of the shirt closed and buttoned it up. The wound that was sealed with the same tar type substance seemed intact and the substance was dry yet tacky.

Trick had just finished with his last tug on one of the boots when Barton lunged up with a wild swing. Thor caught his arm quickly and hugged the SHIELD agent so he couldn't do anyone any harm. While Steve caught the man's face in his hands and said in a calm, firm voice, "Barton, Clint, you're fine, safe. We're all fine. Calm down, it's alright."

The younger man settled fairly quickly, his eyes bobbing around the room trying to figure out where he was. "We're in the basement of the pub, we're safe. You're safe." After a few seconds he nodded his head and his two fellow Avengers released him.

"You remember Mr. Trick?" Steve said indicating the shorter man in the room with a nod and Clint looked over to nod in acknowledgement. "He and his…family helped us." Trick seemed about to object but then seemed to think better of it and simply nodded his head with a pleased smile as he handed the wounded man a small glass of what looked like whiskey.

Clint looked skeptically at the liquid but took a tentative sip before saying, "So what happened?"

"What do you remember?" the Captain asked,

"Woman in a hood, exotic looking, dark hair, blue eyes…oh fuck." he said as he rubbed his eyes with one hand, before gulping down the rest of the alcohol in one gulp.

"What troubles you my brother." said Thor in concern.

"Your brother, her eyes looked like the eyes of the people he used his shiny Stick of Destiny. They were glowing like my eyes did when he…" he paused and gasped a little. Steve placed a hand on his friends shoulder while Thor put his own hand on the other shoulder.

"Glowing blue eyes when she touched you?" asked Trick sharply. He went to the corner of the apartment and pulled a covered painting out of a pile of paintings and pictures. He caressed the frame of the painting sadly and then blew out a breath as he went back to the man sitting on the bed his friends around him.

"You have to imagine the eyes differently," Trick began only to stop talking when his throat tried to close over his sorrow. He handed the painting to the younger human. Clint looked at the painting, it was a portrait of a young woman. Long dark hair was piled on top of her head, dark, exotic features and brown eyes. She was dressed in some fancy dress and the eyes were brown not blue but Clint could only nod his head as he handed the painting back to Trick as he said gruffly, "Yeah, that's her. Who is she?"

"Time to take a trip gentlemen." the pub owner said rather abruptly.

At this Stark finally looked up from his computer and said, "Where are we going?" and then seeing the Archer standing up from the side of the bed he said with amusement, "Gees Barton, now you really do look like Legolas."

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Kenzi stretched luxuriantly before crawling out of the bed and walking over to her dressing area. The dressing area basically consisted of a rolling rack with her clothes on it, a cracked free standing mirror and a short stool with a little table piled with cosmetics. She studied the slightly distorted nude form of the woman in the mirror, trying to connect the image in the mirror with herself.

The painful looking bite mark on her shoulder was still rather tender and pulled when she stretched, the eyes were a little brighter and the dark circles under her eyes were fading. A couple more nights like last night and she would be good as new.

Though she personally doubted that any nights could be as incredible as last night. Finding out the truth about Dyson's feelings even if it was by overhearing them still made certain parts of her body tighten and warm with pleasure, she sighed in pleasure at the memories.

Then sighed in slight disappointment and tried not to imagine the discomfort both physical and emotional at having to cover the wounds from Dyson's Mark with clothing. She studied her body a little more thoroughly, noticing the bruises on the rest of her body from their rather rough lovemaking but she remembered she had given just as well as she got.

She thought of taking a cold shower before dressing to help ease a little of the stiffness of their lovemaking but the wolf in her had other ideas. Although the she wolf understood the reasons behind hiding the bite marks of her lover, she didn't want to wash away the scent of their lovemaking.

Walking over to the rack which provided a screen between her and the bed she began weeding through her meager wardrobe to find something suitable. Her grandmother had given her two trunkfuls of clothing and supplies from the cave after the fire but she still wished she had the funds for a shopping trip to extend her limited closet.

Then a warm masculine body came to stand behind her, he didn't touch her at least not with his hands, not at first. Instead lips caressed her shoulder working their way up to the bite mark which was then laved by a warm tongue giving a slight spark of pain and remembered lust to the Elder.

"Keep that up love and it might get a little embarrassing when Nonni shows up with the others in a while." Kenzi said huskily as one of his hands reached up to gently move her hair to the other side of her neck.

"If we don't answer the door maybe they'll go away?" Dyson suggested hopefully.

Kenzi chuckled with amusement at the wistful tone as his arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her back into his torso. "This is Ennoi we're talking about."

"True," the wolf growled in disappointment, releasing her before going to find his jeans. He had just pulled the snug denim over his lean hips when he heard her soft curse from the other side of the rolling rack. He ambled back over to find his graceful lover going through her clothes for what by his calculation the third time in a frustrated fashion.

"Something the matter?" he asked enjoying the view as she started on the rack for the fourth time.

"I can't find anything to wear. I want to cover up the Mark on the one hand so that people don't know how far along we are on our Bonding. On the other hand I wasn't them to know that I am yours," she growled under her breath. "I want to look tough, badass, and beautiful." she said in a slightly more whiny tone.

Dyson smirked and said "I have an idea," He went back over to the bed and picked up his blue button down silk shirt. He pulled the shirt up over her arms and buttoned it deftly.'

Kenzi sniffed the collar of the shirt deeply. Smelling Dyson's scent, she smiled contentedly and grabbed her leather mini. She wrapped the skirt around her hips, pulled on her fish nets and ankle boots. She pulled on her corset and Dyson moved behind her to help her tighten it into place.

"I never knew you worked as a ladies maid," Kenzi said affectionately.

Dyson replied as he finished with the corset and turned her around by the waist to roll up the sleeves of the shirt, "I will admit to a somewhat checkered past that did occasionally require me to assist ladies in their boudoirs."

When he finished rolling up her sleeves, she put her arms around his neck and said sweetly, "Now would that be with dressing or undressing?"

"Uh both actually. There is a positive to that however," a slight blush tinted the tops of his ears pink as he kissed her forehead lovingly.

"Oh and what would that be, Mr. Thornwood?" Kenzi said with a cheeky grin as she rummaged through her collection of jewelry to pick out a few necklaces to try with the outfit.

Meanwhile Dyson pulled a pair of leather gloves that Kenzi used while thieving. They were short, fine leather and fit her very well. Kenzi turned and looked at herself in the mirror and promptly dropped the jewelry back into the box.

She wore the sword necklace and that was enough or she thought so. Then Dyson arranged her hair into a knot on top of her head secured with two silver chopsticks. "New policy. A well-prepared woman should always carry at least four weapons on her person at all times, including the one between her ears." Her lover said gently as he showed her the very sharp points on the chopsticks.

"Now you are beautiful, badass, and tough," The wolf added.

"You just switched around what I said," Kenzi said with amusement.

"Another new policy, say the important things first," he said, "like love, beautiful, and amazing."

She turned and said, "I love the new policies Mr. Thornwood. Keep them up." She wrapped her arms around his bare waist and pulled him in for a quick kiss. "Now get ready, and I'll make breakfast." she said cheerfully before bouncing out of the bedroom area.

The detectives happy smile dimmed as she made the breakfast comment, and he said very quietly as he pulled on his undershirt, "Uh oh."

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Bo was the first one though the doors of the Den, carrying a bagful of weapons. She was followed closely by Lauren and Vex who were arm in arm as they came though the door. The doctor was still sporting some bruises and was a little uncomfortable, if the way Vex was supporting her so tenderly was any indication.

Dyson was sitting on the floor in front of Kenzi, both were eating large bowls of sugary cereal. The detective would grimace after each of the sweetened, colorful bites, while Kenzi looked to be in heaven. Bo didn't have to be a succubus to detect the hints of a well-sexed couple.

Casting a critical eye over the pair Bo was willing to bet that Kenzi was wearing Dyson's shirt. Although the button downs electric blue was actually superb with the Elders coloring, dark circles were still noticeable under the eyes of her unmade up face.

Dyson although not enjoying his breakfast seemed generally happy. The usually put together cop looked more than comfortable sitting on the floor wearing a tank top, jeans, and bare feet. The white tank top he wore left the new Claiming mark on his shoulder exposed for all the world to see. The wound itself was very fresh but per his fae nature was already beginning to heal.

When Kenzi saw them she jumped up from her seat and carrying the bowl of cereal, ran over to them to give them a round of hugs. As Kenzi ran toward her, Bo removed her sunglasses to display a pair of glowing blue eyes before she pulled the young woman to her side and saying sotto voice, "Guess the sexing up is kinda going around this morning."

Kenzi snorted and said, "Don't ask right now, but who knew Dyson's dad could actually have aphrodisiacal side effects." with a one-armed squeeze to her friend.

Moving past Bo, Kenzi felt Vex give her a peck on the cheek before she placed a long chaste kiss on Laurens forehead her hands clasped gently on her shoulders. The human doctor felt the pain release from her bones and muscles in a slightly hot flash that slowly collected in her spine and traveled up through the top of her head.

A relieved smile bloomed on her face and she started to speak, but Kenzi cut her off gently and said, "You make my friends very happy, Pack take care of each other. I don't think I told you before now but you are Pack Lauren." the new fae pulled her into a hug and said, "You're part of my family not just because you make them happy but because you're a friend too."

Lauren felt the tears well up in her eyes and her nose and throat close in gratitude. Her face crumbled and Kenzi pulled the doctor into a gentle hug. Vex came towards the two women but Kenzi just winked at him and smiled softly. After a few minutes she admonished Lauren gently,

"Come on girl, you're gonna have to wash your face and freshen your makeup before our other guests get here." She said guiding the older woman to the bathroom area, followed closely by the Mesmer. Vex actually went into the bathroom with the lady doctor and closed the door behind the two of them.

"She'll be fine," Bo said soothingly, "Vex will take care of her."

Kenzi nodded her head and opened her mouth when there was a knock on the door. The Spirit animals hadn't given an alarm for the trio of lovers, nor did they give an alarm before this knock came. Although the wolves did rise and move silently to arrange themselves in a half circle around the door.

"Nonni," Kenzi recognized instinctively. The wolves were arranging themselves as if expecting royalty. She raced to the door energetically

The Elder threw it open to hug the person standing there, only to discover herself hugging a larger man with salt and pepper hair, glasses and a shocked expression on his face.

Kenzi heard a fit of laughter coming from beside the befuddles man and looked over to see the pink cheeks and twinkling eyes of her grandmother. "I think that expression was worth the broken strap on my shoe, definitely."

The man who had caught Kenzi as she had flown out the door and wrapped her arms around his neck, chuckled along with Ennoi even as he blushed.

He set the tiny woman down carefully as he put his hand out in between the two of them and said, "I'm Bruce, I don't think we've really been properly introduced."

"No we haven't," Kenzi said a little confused as she looked around for the other Avengers and not seeing them she looked at her grandmother out of the corner of her eyes as she added, "uh I'm Kenzi by the way."

Kenzi saw the rosy cheeks and sparkling eyes of her grandmother and then looked up into the face of thetaller man who she remembered vaguely from the night before.

She had seen him before of course as one of the Avengers. The man had always had a sad, shy kind of air about him before. Now he was smiling kindly down at her as she finally caught on and took his hand to shake.

"Yes Annie told me. Thank you for saving Clint last night. I know from what you're grandmother told me that you taxed yourself to the limit." he looked around at the outside of the warehouse. "Something tells me I might be a little overdressed." Bruce said looking down at his own Oxford shirt, blue jeans, and work boots.

"Nah, not overdresses, maybe a little under-armed though." Kenzi said as she took her grandmothers arm in a conspiratorial fashion and guided the couple into the warehouse.

Bruce froze about three steps into the relative gloom of the warehouse as he saw the array of odd looking wolves, especially when the creatures hackles rose. Remembering something he read once he didn't look into the wolves eyes but past them.

He saw two men, two women, and was that a tiger…before he heard the wolves beginning to growl as the two ladies came in the door behind him and the Other Guy suddenly was at the surface growling, "Danger to Mate and Family!"

Instinctively the Other Guy came to the surface to protect the two women and roared at the small pack of wolves but before the Pack could respond there was an answering roar from the shadowy corner of the warehouse and the Spirit Bear came charging out.

The Pack retreated several feet as the Spirit Bear came to stand between the rest of the warehouse and the Hulk. It stood on its hind legs and once again roared at the Hulk. The Hulk roared back in kind and held his arms out to the side to protect the women standing behind him. The bear looked at the green man and slowly lowered itself back to the ground.

Ennoi stepped forward and took the Hulk's arm gently, "You're among friends, my love. She held her hand up, but was too short to touch his face, the Hulk looked down at the small woman and lowered his face into her palm.

"Love," growled the green man as he relaxed into the woman's touch. The Other Guy receded as he became more relaxed until the doctor was once again himself. Luckily he had once again been wearing the stretch unitard, or he probably gotten quite a bit more reaction than the wolf whistle from the brunette sitting on the couch.

The strange looking bear came up to him and nuzzled Bruce's hand, rougher textures than fur rubbed under the doctors calloused fingers as he was guided in the direction of the group of people sitting on the obviously well used furniture.

"So Gran," said the dark haired man sitting between the two women on the couch, an odd looking tiger sitting on his feet facing them, "something you want to tell us?"

A/N/N~ Also just in case anyone was wondering; Dyson's line comes from my former father-in-law with some modification. He is an ex-Army NCO, his favorite line was a well prepared soldier should never go anywhere without at least four weapons on his person including the one between his ears. Which my sons use to this day. Kudos grandpa! ~A