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Downtown London

"Undertaker has been spotted returning to his old mortuary on multiple occasions," Ciel said quietly, as though they might be overheard from their seats within their carriage. It was the unmarked Phantomhive carriage, the one they used when they didn't want to be recognized. They were parked across the way and down the street from the mortuary, subtly watching the crowds going by for any sign of Undertaker.

"It certainly looks as though he's closed up shop," Faye commented. The windows of the mortuary had been boarded up and the sign above the shop was tilted. There was a sign on the door that read: Death takes no holidays, but morticians do. Will reopen when death learns to take a holiday too. Utter nonsense, as was typical of the Undertaker.

"My Lord," Sebastian began, "might I suggest moving the carriage a few streets over? While the unmarked carriage may be enough to fool many, Undertaker has dealt with the Phantomhives for long enough that he is likely familiar with it. There is also the problem that Undertaker tried to apprehend you during our last encounter."

Faye gasped. "You didn't tell me that Undertaker went after you, Ciel."

"It was merely a ploy to distract Sebastian," Ciel brushed off. "I'm sure Undertaker has no true interest in kidnapping me, though Sebastian is correct about the carriage. We need to move further away."

"I'm not so sure, my Lord," Sebastian countered. "Lately, Undertaker seems rather desirous to separate the two of us, and he always seemed overly concerned about your personal affairs. I think it would be best for you to wait in the carriage and for me to lie in wait inside the mortuary."

"I'll come with you," Faye declared. Both Sebastian and Ciel looked at Faye in surprise. "Do you have a spell to bind grim reapers?" She demanded of Sebastian.

Sebastian turned to Ciel and made a helpless gesture. "She does have a point, my Lord, and Undertaker has never expressed the same amount of interest in Lady Faye as he has in you."

Ciel grumbled as the carriage was removed to a point farther into the city. Sebastian and Faye left the carriage, slipping into the crowds and walking as though they were merely a Lady with her butler. Outside the mortuary, Faye pretended to fiddle with her purse as Sebastian easily opened the door and secreted the two of them inside.

The interior was dark and musty, smelling of chemicals and blood. "I suppose Undertaker has no need to clean while he's not open for business," Faye commented idly, looked at the thin layer of dust covering the tables and tools.

"I'd look for a place to get comfortable, my Lady. There's no guarantee that Undertaker will appear today, and if he does we do not know when he may come. We'll likely be waiting for quite some time."

Sebastian's prediction proved correct. They stayed in silence, Faye sitting behind a large coffin and Sebastian standing in a corner as the hours passed. The light in the room slowly changed, the shadows from the little light let in through the boards across the windows shifting as the sun moved position.

Faye tensed to move when she saw Sebastian shift. From behind them a voice said, "It's very rude to enter a man's place of work when he's not around. You ought to wait outside like all the other good little customers." Sebastian lunged for Undertaker, who whipped his death scythe in front of him, blocking Sebastian. Undertaker grinned. "Do you really think something like that would be enough to stop me?"

"No," Sebastian said with a smile before crouching and lunging out of the way. Undertaker fell forward, nearly losing his balance as Faye chanted, "Roct myr nukt." A red-tinted barrier rose to encase Undertaker. He maintained his same amused smile as he tapped one long black fingernail on his chin and studied the barrier.

"Excellent work, Phantomhive," Undertaker complimented. "If I were a run-of-the-mill grim reaper, this would actually be enough to hold me, unfortunately for you…" Undertaker swung his death scythe in a circle over his head before bringing it down in a sharp arc. The blade struck the barrier, and it shattered, dissolving into nothing. Faye cried out, the attack on her magic causing her physical pain. She collapsed to her knees and Sebastian was at her side in an instant.

"I was hoping you'd make yourself vulnerable like that!" Undertaker cried out. "Demons can be so predictable." Undertaker took a perfume bottle from his black robes and spritzed Sebastian several times in the face. Sebastian fell back, collapsing onto his back.

Faye jumped to her feet, pushing through the pain. "Why are you creating undead soldiers?" She demanded. She was shocked her barrier hadn't worked. The few times she'd used it before, it worked perfectly, and William had never given her any indication that is was possible for the binding spell to fail. The only hope now was that Sebastian would recover soon and be able to weaken Undertaker enough for Faye's spell to work.

"Soldiers are hardly the end goal, though they are a useful side benefit." Undertaker became serious and he shook back his hair to stare at Faye with one chartreuse eye. "Aren't you tired of losing those you love? I've lived a long time. Seen so many Phantomhives and others I've come to care for die and pass away to dust. Wouldn't it be better if such things never happened?"

"It's the natural order of things," Faye said. "You're not bringing people back to life; you're merely creating dangerous monsters with little if any independent thought. Is that how you plan to keep the dead close to you? With broken corpses that feed on the living?"

Undertaker sighed and shook his head. "You just don't understand, like all the rest. You're too young to know what's like. Too sheltered."

"I'm sheltered?" Faye asked in outrage, her hands curling into fists.

Undertaker glanced down at Sebastian. "Oh look, the demon's waking up. That's my cue to leave!" Undertaker jumped onto a casket before leaping onto a table and barreling out a window, breaking the glass and boards covering it.

Faye turned to see Sebastian getting to his feet, one hand going to his forehead. "Sebastian!" Faye cried, "Undertaker is getting away!"

"What?" Sebastian asked, looking up at Faye groggily. What had been in the spray Undertaker used? Faye didn't know of any potion that could affect a demon, but potions weren't her realm of expertise.

"Undertaker is getting away!" Faye said, pointing out the window for emphasis.

Sebastian smiled and took a few wobbly steps toward Faye. "I heard you the first time, my Lady, but why would I want to chase after Undertaker when I could be with you instead?" One gloved hand reached up to cup Faye's face. Sebastian leaned down and kissed her. Faye stood completely still, too shocked to move. The hand on her face moved to her hair and Sebastian tilted Faye's face, barely raising his lips before coming back.

Faye finally unfroze, pushing away from Sebastian and stumbling back, her face beet red. "What-what was that Sebastian?" Faye demanded. Sebastian never made such overt advances towards Faye.

Sebastian tilted his head and stared at Faye. "I love you. Why wouldn't I want to kiss you?"

"Ah…" She was at a loss for what to say. His answer came out so easily, as though it was the most obvious thing in the world. Sebastian had never told Faye he loved her before, though he had called her 'my love' once before when she saved him from Grell. "I suppose it's not surprising you may wish to kiss me, but why here and now?" Something had to be wrong here. What had Undertaker done to Sebastian?

"You never let me kiss you," Sebastian said, trying to move closer to Faye, but his leg hit a board and he tripped. He continued talking from his spot on the floor as Faye stared down at him in disbelief. "You never initiate contact. If I wait for you, you'll die before I get a chance to kiss you." Sebastian finally stopped trying to get up and leaned back on his hands, staring up at Faye through his bangs. "That's a terrible thought. You dying and me never having kissed you. Especially the thought of you dying."

"You're drunk," Faye declared. That was the only explanation for Sebastian's uninhibited talking and his clumsy movements. This was how people acted when they were drunk.

"That's impossible," Sebastian protested, staggering to his feet. "I can't get drunk."

"Not normally," Faye agreed, "but whatever Undertaker sprayed into your face must have affected your equilibrium somehow." Faye rushed to Sebastian and put his arm over her shoulder, lending him support. He smiled down at her. "Let's get back to the carriage. We need to return home."

"We don't need a carriage," Sebastian objected as they stepped out into the dim street. Evening had come while they waited for Undertaker. Sebastian looked around as though orientating himself before scooping Faye up in his arms and rising into the air.

"Sebastian!" Faye exclaimed, her face paling. "We're in public, you can't do this!"

"Why not?" He asked.

"I'm terrified of heights!" Faye blurted, the lie popping into her head when Sebastian showed no signs of being reasonable. He looked at her doubtfully as he touched back down to the ground. "Besides, we can't just leave Ciel. He's still waiting for us."

"He gets in the way," Sebastian complained with a scowl. Faye nearly laughed at the petulant look on Sebastian's face. He almost looked childish.

"Yes, well, as that may be, it would still be terribly rude to leave him here." Sebastian's actions had attracted some attention, but, thankfully, the London mists were rising and most citizens on the streets were hurrying home to their families and to supper. Sebastian kept insisting on trying to hold Faye's hand as they walked back to the carriage and she kept trying to explain that a Countess and a butler couldn't hold hands in public. His retort was that a demon and his woman should hold hands. Faye refused to respond to that.

After waiting for hours Ciel was, predictably, quite irritable when Faye and Sebastian reached the carriage. "Well?" He demanded with a cold stare, his arms crossed and one foot tapping on the floor of the carriage. "Did anything come of your espionage?"

"Undertaker appeared," Faye said, settling in across from Ciel. "He was able to break my barrier, and he did something to Sebastian."

"What do you mean he did something to Sebastian?" Ciel questioned, looking Sebastian up and down as though he'd find something wrong with him.

Sebastian studied Ciel with a similarly critical eye. "You have the most delicious soul I've come across in centuries," Sebastian announced. "And you're entertaining to serve, but you are as much of a brat as you were when I first met you. That really ought to be fixed."

A laugh burst from Faye, which she tried to cover up with a cough. "He appears to be the demonic version of drunk, whatever that means. He's being brutally honest."

"How long will it last for?" Ciel demanded as the carriage lurched forward.

"I can't say," Faye replied, wondering if Ciel would comment on how close Sebastian was sitting to her. Normally, Sebastian sat on the same side as Ciel. "I didn't know it was possible to do something like this to a demon."

"I'm standing right here," Sebastian said, offended. "Actually, sitting, but the point remains that I am right here."

Ciel glared at Sebastian. "Well then, do you know how long it will last for?"

"How long what will last for?"

Ciel shook his head in disgust and looked out the window.

Phantomhive Manor

When they arrived home, Sebastian exited the carriage first as usual, but instead of handing Faye down, he scooped her up in his arms. "I believe you know the way to your room," Sebastian said, looking Ciel dead in the eye before leaving with Faye.

"What about dinner?" Ciel cried in disbelief.

"You have a chef, do you not?" Sebastian called back before leaping up. He flew them up to Faye's window, and she clutched his neck. She wasn't afraid of heights, but being up high and having a demon fly with you in his arms were two different things entirely.

He landed inside and placed Faye on the ground, she backed up, not sure what he would do now. Sebastian watched Faye sadly. "I know you do not love me. You don't return my affections in the least other than being grateful for my usefulness."

"Your love is fake," Faye said gently. "It's just the result of a spell."

"I don't know the difference," Sebastian responded bluntly. "And it's the best thing I've experienced in centuries, regardless." He paused. "I'd become human for you if I could."

Faye sucked in a breath, wondering if Sebastian meant those words or if it was merely an effect of the potion. She was so wrapped up in what he said, she didn't notice as he approached her. By the time she took note of him, he was already kissing her. Her hands twitched at her side, unsure of what to do, but the kiss was so soft and gentle. There was barely any pressure at all. Almost without thought, Faye's hands came up to grasp the lapels of Sebastian's jacket, pulling him closer. Sebastian took this as an invitation and put his hands on her hips, squeezing gently.

Faye made a small noise and slipped her hands up his shoulders and the back of his neck, tangling her fingers in his hair. Sebastian deepened the kiss further, separating Faye's lips and becoming more aggressive. Faye's heart raced as she lost herself in the sensation. This was completely different from their first kiss. Then Faye had been upset and numb. She'd wanted to forget everything around her. This time it was caring and compassionate. It made Faye understand why men and women took so much note of each other.

Finally, Faye pulled back, needing more air. "It's getting late," she said.

Sebastian wrapped his arms around Faye's face and leaned his forehead against hers. "Let me stay here tonight."

"What?" She gasped, her mind whirling at the implications on that statement. Surely he didn't mean—

"Only to watch over you," Sebastian said seriously, pulling back slightly. "Alois has threatened you with Claude and now another demon has shown up. That's two demons endangering your life. I just want to make sure you're safe. I'll stay in the corner."

Faye thought of the nights Sebastian and Ciel were away and the fear she felt when it felt like someone was watching her. Those feelings hadn't returned since they came back, but she would know for sure that she was safe with Sebastian watching over her. "Yes," she agreed. "You can stay the night." Sebastian smiled and kissed her head before leaving to allow her to change.

The next morning, Faye woke up early as usual. She stretched before turning to the side. A dark figure in the corner made her startle before she remembered that Sebastian had stayed the night. The smile forming on her face quickly dropped away when she saw Sebastian's look. He was looking at her in consternation.

"What's wrong?" Faye asked, sitting up.

Sebastian's brow furrowed. "You're not upset that I'm in your room?"

Faye titled her head quizzically. "You did ask for permission."

"I did?"

What was going on here? "You don't remember?"

"No. Nor do I remember entering your room to begin with."

The potion seemed to have worn off. Sebastian's personality was back to normal. "What's the last thing you remember?"

Sebastian took a moment to consider. "We were in London watching for signs of Undertaker at his mortuary, weren't we?" He remembered nothing of his actions under the influence of the potion. Was this memory loss temporary or permanent?

"We did find Undertaker," Faye informed Sebastian. "He sprayed you with something. That must be why you don't remember." To Faye's surprise, she was disappointed. Sebastian had been adorable the night before, which was a word she normally only applied to him in relation to his affection for cats. More than that, she was upset he didn't remember their kisses. No, she was frustrated he didn't remember. Last night had been far more enjoyable than she could have guessed and she'd been looking forward to similar encounters in the future, but she couldn't bring herself to tell Sebastian about it. Explaining the memories to him would be hard enough, but telling him she wanted more kisses when he didn't remember the experience at all was too embarrassing for her to think about. She considered herself a fairly liberated noblewoman, but such actions were far too forward for Faye's comfort. In addition, she could easily imagine the smug look on Sebastian's face if she made such a confession.

"What else happened?" Sebastian asked.

Faye shrugged nonchalantly. "We returned to the carriage and drove home. Ciel was upset Undertaker was able to escape my binding spell and incapacitate you, but nothing else could be done. When we arrived home I was a little jumpy at the thought that two demons are potentially out to harm me, so you offered to spend the night in my room."

Sebastian nodded a little, looking disconcerted at his inability to remember. "I am grateful you allowed me to help allay your fears, my Lady." He glanced at the sliver of light coming from under the curtains. "It's time for me to go wake the young Lord. I will see you at breakfast, my Lady." Sebastian bowed and left the room.

This chapter is dedicated to Ghastlyangel and the lovely review she wrote me a while back. It inspired me to write a solid Faye/Sebastian chapter. Even if poor Sebastian doesn't remember it.