A/N: Here is Roulette part 2, following on from a great (and at times strange) idea that was not my own. It was a lot of fun putting characters in the combination generator and then trying to come up with storylines for the different random pairings. Anyway, here it is!

Wren enjoyed the slower days at the Hunt, not minding when there were less injuries to attend to, because it meant his faction was doing well. Even so, he kept himself busy organising the healing herbs, and making up a fresh healing salve. He never liked having nothing to do. Adding some herbs to a mortar and pestle, he worked on crushing them up and mixing them. When his hair got in his way, he set the mortar and pestle down to tie his light brown hair up into a ponytail, a few strands falling to frame his face.

He was alone in the medic's tent, so he was aware of the sound of footsteps approaching. Readying himself for someone possibly coming in with an injury, he smiled when he heard a familiar voice instead.

"Not too busy today, I see," Kellan remarked, as he pushed aside the tent flap and stepped inside.

"Until now," Wren said in jest, moving over to meet him. Kellan was much taller than he was, so he had to stand on his tippy toes, and tug Kellan down to meet him. Kellan obliged, giving him a kiss in welcome. Once it had been an unfamiliar and strange gesture, but now Wren found it a comfortable one, finally releasing him once he was satisfied.

"How was your training session?" he asked, knowing Kellan had been leading a few recently.

"It went well. I think a few of the faeries can move up to the advanced class soon," Kellan said, sounding a little proud of them. "They've come along quite quickly."

"No surprise with you as their teacher," Wren praised. He frowned slightly as he spotted a cut on Kellan's arm. "What happened to your arm?" he asked, taking his wrist to draw his arm closer so that he could examine it.

"It's nothing really," Kellan protested, lightly. "A common occurrence, during training."

"Still," Wren said, clicking his tongue. "Better to get it seen to, so that it doesn't get infected. Luckily you know someone skilled at that. Come sit down," he urged, leaving little room for argument, especially now that he was becoming more assertive.

Kellan laughed lightly. "How can I say no?" he replied, sitting down on the edge of one of the beds.

Seeing him there reminded Wren of the many times in the past that he'd patched him up. He'd always admired Kellan, looking up to him as one of the few really decent faeries in the Wild Hunt. When Kellan had spent more time coming to the medic's tent to tend to injuries, Wren had enjoyed the time spent talking with him. Kellan was more than capable of caring for his own injuries, having his own interest in healing herbs and antidotes, but he didn't seem to mind when Wren did it. Wren had never thought of himself as particularly interesting or special, so it had surprised him when Kellan had spent more time visiting, and had showed an interest in him. It wasn't long afterwards that they started bird-watching – a common interest of theirs - as well as going on long walks to explore the Faerie, a place they were both mostly still unfamiliar with.

Gathering his supplies, Wren then sat by him, working on cleaning the wound with some antiseptic, and wiping away some dried blood. Kellan was stoic as usual, not wincing or making a sound when Wren wiped at it. As Wren worked, he watched him subtly, always entranced when he studied him. From his unruly, curly red hair - which sometimes looked like an adorable bird's nest by the end of the day - to the light dusting of freckles across his nose and cheeks, there was always something to look at. There was something exotic to his features as well – something un-fae like. While Kellan rarely spoke of his Shadowhunter blood as he couldn't remember anything from his past, sometimes Wren wondered whether a Shadowhunter's tool would fix his injuries more neatly and quickly.

Adding some salve to the wound to help it heal more quickly and to stave off any infection, Wren then put a piece of gauge over the top and worked on bandaging it. "Right now things have been good, but they say the upcoming winter will be bad in the Faerie," Wren said, prone to rambling on about things while he worked. "So that'll make it harder to get ahold of some of the herbs we need. We'll need to make sure we have enough blankets and things, too. But I think-…" Wren trailed off when he noticed Kellan watching him with a hint of an amused look. "What is it?"

"It's cute when you go off on tangents," Kellan remarked, a smile on the edge of his lips, as he reached out to give his ponytail a flick in a light-hearted gesture, and Wren blushed. "We're on it – in terms of blankets and firewood, so you don't need to worry about that side… Anyway, have you finished up?"

Securing the bandage, Wren gave a quick nod. "That should do it," he said, giving a quick look at his work. "It shouldn't take too long to heal, hopefully."

"Talking about getting ahold of herbs, I found something for you," Kellan said, shifting to pull something out of his pocket.

Wren inhaled, reaching to take the Faerie herb from his fingers. "Is that…" he exclaimed, turning it over in his fingers and giving it a quick sniff. It was a rare Faerie herb which was useful for both burns and bites. "Where did you find it?"

Kellan smiled at his excitement. "I know how rare it is. I found it growing in a little grotto near a stream. I can take you there sometime."

It helped being close with someone who also shared his interest in healing herbs, and Wren walked over to the bench to carefully add it to a plastic bag. "I'd like that. You know me too well," he said, wrinkling his nose in amusement. "The perfect kind of date for me."

"Oh? Who said anything about it being a date?" Kellan teased, rising to his feet. Teasing Wren was one of his favourite pastimes, it often seemed.

"I-… well… you know what I mean," Wren stammered, finding the words that usually came easily to him, harder to find when he was embarrassed. It only caused Kellan to laugh more.

"I know, I know. I'm only teasing," Kellan assured him. "Let's go for a walk, if you've got a free moment?"

Wren glanced around the medic's tent. Everything was in order, and if he didn't go too far, then it was unlikely that he'd miss anything important. "A walk sounds nice," he agreed, stepping outside after him.

As they walked, Kellan slipped his arm around him, and they found themselves content with conversing more about their days, not minding talking about the more mundane things.

Wren felt the shift in topic, before Kellan even opened his mouth. "Has anyone been bothering you or the others?" he asked, referring to the medics in general.

Wren hesitated, not wanting to cause Kellan any more trouble, although neither did he want to lie about it. "I mean just the usual…"

Kellan frowned. "Is Sol giving you a hard time again?" he asked, looking concerned at the thought.

"We can handle it," Wren assured him. "It's not like it's the first time the medics have been in trouble. Sometimes we say things we shouldn't."

But despite his assurances, Kellan looked like he had made up his mind. "I know you can handle it, but I'll still talk to him," he said, keeping his expression even. "You know part of the reason he's so hard on you is to get back at me. He knows we're close."

"Really though, you shouldn't worry too much," Wren said, enjoying the warmth he offered.

"You know I can't help but worry about the people I care about," Kellan replied with a helpless smile that Wren found endearing. "It's a habit of mine."

Wren pulled closer, resting his head against him. "That's just one of the many things I love about you."

Milo was drawn out of his sleep by the sound of fingers typing on laptop keys. Cracking one eye open, he looked over at Maeve where she sat by his window. She sat casually, leaning back against the seat with the laptop perched on her lap precariously. She often stretched out like a cat, getting comfortable in the most unusual of positions. She adjusted her glasses, the small tattoo on her wrist only just visible with the moonlight spilling into the room. It had become a familiar sight, seeing her in his room at night.

Neither of them had meant for it to be an ongoing thing – they'd spent the night together casually a couple of times, just two Shadowhunters passing through. It wasn't meant to last, as both of them didn't intend on staying at the New York Institute long-term, so it wasn't like they'd be seeing each other enough for it to get awkward afterwards. But a couple of times turned into more than he could count on two hands, and eventually they slept in the same room more nights than not. Maeve had a strange sleep pattern because of her condition, but somehow that wasn't so strange for him. After all, he was used to having a brother with an ongoing condition, that was much worse than that. If anything, he'd become protective of her, wanting to make sure she still managed to get enough sleep. He found himself starting to change his own sleep habits. It was hard – he was a brunch kind of person after all, often up earlier rather than later. But some nights he tried to stay up late with her. Others, she was content to just hang out in his room while he slept. In fact, it kind of worked – Milo had time free in the day to take care of his things and his brother, and she had time in the early hours of the morning to do her own things. Then in the evening they could spend time together.

While they hadn't exactly labelled anything, Milo had wondered how Rye would react, knowing that he was bound to find out sometime. If anything, Rye had encouraged him to befriend her even further when he found out, as if it made him feel less worried about Milo being on his own in the future. That was his brother – always wanting to make sure he was okay. Sometimes it was hard having such a saint for a brother – at least in personality – but Maeve was no saint herself, and that made it easier.

Finally realising he was partly awake, Maeve glanced over at him with a smile. "Hey. I thought you were meant to be sleeping."

"Yeah, probably," he said, opening both of his eyes. "But won't you come and lay with me?"

Maeve pretended to consider, before rising to her feet and placing her laptop and glasses down on it. "I suppose so, since you asked so nicely. But don't blame me if you're tired tomorrow," she berated lightly.

Making her way back to the bed, she slipped under the covers, moving closer to him. He stretched out his arm for her to rest her head on.

"I could never blame you," he smiled, tucking some black hair behind her ear with his free hand. "Not entirely."

She looked like she was trying to hide a smile. "So, what are you up to tomorrow?"

"I'm going with Rye to see the Silent Brothers," he replied, shifting his head to a more comfortable position on the pillow. "He needs to pick up some more medicine."

"Ah, right." She met his gaze, looking wide awake compared to what he must look like. "Do you want me to come?"

It was nice of her to ask, but they both knew it was more of an empty offer. She rarely went out during the day if she could avoid it, and besides, Rye preferred to keep his business private. "Thanks, but we'll be fine," Milo replied, and she hummed in agreement.

One of the things he liked about Maeve was that she understood that his brother came first. Perhaps having a brother herself helped her to understand a little more. But she never complained when he had to go help his brother with something, or even when he worried about him. She didn't mind listening.

"What about you?" he asked. "What are you getting up to at some ridiculous hour this morning?"

"Me?" she grinned. "Watching you sleep maybe, like some creeper," she joked. "Nah, I was actually going to write a letter to my parents. Keep them updated with what's going on. I also have some paperwork to catch up on. You know what the Clave's like, even though I've been here for a bit, now."

"It's ridiculous, really. Hopefully your parents are going well though and-…" Milo paused at a quiet knock on the door. He glanced over at Maeve.

"It's fine, you can get it," Maeve replied, although she pulled the sheets up over her a little more, since she wasn't entirely decently dressed.

Getting up, he reached for a shirt on his side table, slipping it on, before heading for the door. Rubbing one of his eyes, he opened the door, suppressing a yawn. "Rye, what's up?" he asked casually, although he became a little more alert, studying his brother carefully for any signs that something might be wrong.

"I umm-…" Rye hesitated, glancing inside and noticing Maeve. She gave a slight wave in response. He looked instantly embarrassed to be interrupting, a blush becoming evident on his pale cheeks. "Sorry… I didn't realise you were busy."

"It's fine. What is it?" Milo pressed, frowning.

"I just had a really bad nightmare. I can't quite explain it, but it was really vivid and I woke up feeling sick," Rye said, getting a little flustered at the whole situation. "But-… But I can go and leave you both alone."

"Hey, it's okay," Milo said, reaching out a hand to grab his arm before he could take off. "Hold on a minute, I'll come back to your room for a little bit."

Looking back at Maeve, Milo mouthed a quick, 'I'm sorry.' He hoped she might wait up for him, but he understood if she didn't – she had other stuff to do, after all.

"It's fine, you go," Maeve said, waving him on. "I was going to head back, anyway. I'll see you tomorrow night."

"Yeah. See you then," Milo replied, giving her a quick, grateful smile, before he headed out with Rye, closing the door behind him.

Maybe neither of them was cut out for a normal relationship, and that was okay.

Jai still had no idea how he'd gotten so mixed up with a Seelie faerie.

He'd never had a very high opinion of them, and yet here he was, spending time with one. The very idea still baffled him.

It had all started one night when he'd witnessed a fight outside the bar he was working at in the Downworld Towns. From what he could gather, it was one lone Seelie girl, verse a group of Unseelie faeries who were out for blood. She'd managed to hold her own, armed with just a sword, and eventually the Unseelie faeries had cleared out, when there were whispers of Shadowhunters on the way. Jai didn't like to get involved in such things, and he usually knew better than to go over, but she looked badly injured, and it didn't seem like anyone was inclined to help her. Getting another bartender to cover for him, Jai slipped out. He approached her cautiously, like one might approach a wounded animal. He had no idea if she'd bite.

The Seelie girl pressed a hand to a deep cut at her side, the smell of blood thick in the air. She had unusual silver wings that reminded him of dragonfly wings in shape, but that was not the only unusual thing. Her skin had a slightly blue tinge, which was just as startling, although he didn't allow himself to look for long.

"I umm… have a place nearby if you need somewhere to fix that up," he said, nodding to her cut. There was another shallower cut on her leg, he noticed as well.

She gripped the handle of her sword tighter, pointing it towards him, and he held up his hands. "I'm not affiliated with any Court. Or anyone, really," he assured her. "I'm just trying to… do the decent thing. But if you want to sort it out yourself, that's fine. I'm not stopping you."

Finally, she sheathed her sword, and her words surprised him when she finally did speak. "Let's get there quickly then. I have someplace I need to be."

Jai must have stared at her for a moment too long, and she waved him over. "Are you going to help, or not?" she asked.

Swallowing, he tentatively moved over closer, before offering her some support, which she accepted after a moment. He led her to his apartment, hoping that Finn wouldn't be home, so that it wouldn't get messier than it already was.

"I don't want any trouble," he sighed. "So I hope you won't bring any to my place."

"They've run off," she said, wincing when the path grew uneven, and she bumped her wound. "They won't be back tonight." She muttered something else under her breath, and all he could pick up was 'cowards,' but he didn't press further.

"I hope not," Jai replied, before falling silent. Luckily the path to his house wasn't far, and they eventually made it back.

Once he opened the door, she sat down on one of his bar stools, her hands making bloodstains on a number of surfaces, but he swallowed back any annoyance, knowing it was hard to avoid. At least Finn wasn't there to add to it.

"I'll get some stuff you can clean it up with," he said, rummaging around in one of the kitchen drawers. When he looked up however, he found her murmuring a chant under her breath, some light coming from her hand as she used a fae healing spell.

It seemed to stop bleeding at least, and she must have caught his look. "Fae magic isn't as strong here," she explained. "But I'll be able to heal it better when I get back."

Jai merely nodded, bringing over his first aid kit. "There's some things to clean it with and to patch it up for now. Nothing special."

"Thanks for this," she said, giving him the hint of a smile in thanks as she reached for a few items. "It's good of you to bring a random stranger back to your place like this."

"It's not something I'm usually in the habit of," he couldn't help but say. Despite his bluntness, she didn't seem fazed.

Once she'd cleaned the wound and dressed it, she washed her hands, before reaching for a cloth to wipe some of the blood off the counter. "I didn't catch your name."

He hesitated, wondering if he should say. "…It's Jai," he answered finally, not seeing the harm in telling her that.

However, he didn't ask for hers in return, not wanting to ask for something she didn't want to freely offer, or to complicate things further.

Regardless, she still gave it. "Nice to meet you, Jai," she said, meeting his gaze, still looking surprisingly confident despite her injury. "My name's Tif."

ooOoo

When she'd left to return to the Seelie, Jai gathered that it would be the last time he'd see her. It was rare for the Seelie and the Towns to interact, after all. His life went back to its usual monotonous timetable, and it was almost like she'd never been there.

Until one night she showed up again at his bar. Jai had been surprised, sneaking glimpses of her as she leaned against the counter, waiting for him. She'd brought back a gift from the Seelie to thank him – a Seelie-made dagger, which he was sure some might appreciate, although he was not one for violence or fighting. Still, she'd argued that it might be useful for his own self-defence one day. From there, she visited his apartment on occasion. Why she felt the need to, he wasn't entirely sure. He didn't think he or his life were particularly interesting. But perhaps to her, it was. She had some kind of confidential Seelie business that she usually had to attend to when she visited the mundane world, but he didn't ask about it, and she didn't offer anything on it. That was how their strange friendship had first come about.

Pouring them both a glass of water, Jai watched her as she poked around his apartment on one of her visits, never afraid to look around. "What's that?" she asked, pointing to the clock on the wall. She often seemed enraptured by things in the mundane world, and he wondered if that was why she often lingered for so long.

"It's a clock," Jai said simply, having grown used to her strange questions. "It helps us to keep the time."

Tif glanced back at him. "You can't tell the time by looking outside?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Not really," Jai replied, a quick laugh drawn from his lips, a hint of sarcasm in his tone, which he didn't know if she'd even pick up on. "We're apparently not quite as bright as you Seelie are."

Tif narrowed her eyes slightly as she thought. "Where's your faerie parent from? You've never told me."

Jai hesitated, averting his gaze. "The same place as you," he replied, finally. "Not that I've ever met him." He knew firsthand how unreliable and flaky the Seelie could be.

"I see," Tif mused aloud, and he could feel her studying him. "Is that why you hate the Seelie so much?"

"I never said that I hate them," he replied, clearing his throat. "I just think they're untrustworthy. Giving meaningless promises that they never intend to keep, for one thing."

"I can't deny that the Seelie is good at saying nice things that may or may not be true," Tif said, her words plain and honest, "But I have never been one to give empty promises. If I say something, then I mean it."

For some reason, he trusted that what she said was true. "Maybe you are not a typical Seelie then," was all he replied on the matter, trying to make sure he didn't say anything else that might offend her.

Adding some ice to both of their drinks, he then rested hers on the counter, for when she might make her way back. Taking a sip of his own, his gaze was drawn to the photo she was looking at of him and Finn. "How's that roommate of yours going?" she asked, her opinion of him not sounding particularly high. Jai supposed it was because of the things he'd told her. "I don't think he likes me."

"He's fine," Jai said, with a slight shrug. "He's moving out soon, actually. It's probably… better for both of us if we have some space."

"Well considering how long he strung you along for, it's definitely for the best," Tif agreed, walking back to the counter, and picking up a wrapped candy to study it.

"You can eat it, if you want," Jai said, looking over at it and purposely avoiding responding to her remark. "I doubt Finn will notice. Can't guarantee you'll like it though… it's a fake kind of sweet."

Making a face, Tif let it fall back into the tray. "Yeah… doubt it compares to the Seelie sweets. But thanks, anyway."

"I guess not," Jai said, reaching out to pass her the glass of water. She took a sip and at least she didn't remark on how much purer the water was at the Seelie Court.

Setting his own glass of water down, he adjusted his glasses, before sighing as he thought about the night shift he had coming up. Saturday nights were always busy and unpleasant.

"You're kind of cute when you sigh," Tif remarked in a light-hearted way, and he suddenly realised she'd moved closer, her drink discarded on the table.

Wondering if he'd heard her right, he gave a quick, "Sorry?"

"You heard me," she laughed, and she leaned forward to kiss him, the gesture certain and light, her gloved fingers resting under his chin. When she pulled back, Jai stared for a long moment, feeling his cheeks warm. She was often forward with the things she wanted.

"What? Didn't you like it?" she questioned, keeping him pinned under her intense dark grey-eyed gaze.

"It's not-… that," Jai said, stumbling over his words a little. "I'm just surprised."

"Why are you so surprised?" she said, adjusting his glasses and raising an eyebrow as she lowered her hand.

"I just… doubt I compare to the options in the Seelie," he said, rephrasing what she'd said earlier about the sweets.

"You shouldn't put yourself down so much," she said, leaning in to kiss him again – which he returned this time, albeit tentatively - before pulling back. "I don't mean to leave you on such a note – or maybe I do," she said with a cheeky grin, "But I do really need to get back. I'll see you again soon though, okay?"

"Okay…" Jai replied, stepping back and clearing his throat, making an effort to hide his conflicted emotions. "See you then."

Watching as she gathered her things and slipped out, Jai couldn't help but shake his head at himself. Since when did he trust the word of a Seelie?

Aspen watched the strange faerie-Shadowhunter girl that he'd brought back to the apartment with him. She was much too delicate and cute for his usual liking. Plus, she was small, and she had blonde hair. Little girls with blond hair were definitely not his usual type. But she'd become a kind of pet, that helped to stave off the boredom.

She'd been living there with him for a week or so. She seemed infatuated with the idea of faeries – and he was not a bad one to look at – plus he'd helped to save her from some trouble she'd found herself in, in the Towns. Despite her Shadowhunter blood, it was obvious that she hadn't been properly trained. If anything, she grew weirdly faint at the sight of blood. A rather ironic trait.

She'd been worried about her father discovering where she was, so she was glad to hide out at his place. While it was an inconvenience for him, playing with her did help to pass the time. He was a little cruel with her sometimes, but she didn't seem to notice.

"Do you miss the Hunt?" she asked, watching him from where she lay on one of the sofas. She held a magazine in her hand that he'd purchased for her.

Aspen clicked his tongue. "You know I don't like you prying into my personal life," he stated, leaning against the edge of the sofa.

"Please," she said, drawing out the word with a slight pout. "You know I'm not going to tell anyone."

He considered for a moment, running his fingers through his hair. "I miss certain aspects of it. But not everything. I grew tired of it, and I didn't adapt to the Faerie very well."

"I wish I could visit the Faerie one day," she mused aloud. "It sounds so magnificent. My mother lives in the Seelie Court, you know."

"Mmm. You've told me," he said, reaching down to play with some of her blonde curls, which she didn't seem to mind. "I've always preferred the plainness and the darkness of the Unseelie. The Seelie can be much too fake and obnoxious."

"Well, I miss my mother. But she hasn't always been there for me more recently," she sighed.

"That's the Seelie for you. Always ready to abandon ship when they get a better offer," Aspen replied a little bitterly, thinking of Kellan leaving the Hunt.

"Well, good thing neither of us are Seelie then," she replied with a sweet smile. He could have rolled his eyes at her naiveness, but he resisted the urge to.

Instead, he shifted the conversation onto a different topic. "Why do you never eat anything?" he asked. He'd noticed her strange habits of rationing out portions and only eating certain foods, finding it odd.

"Oh, I'm just on a diet," she said, with a brief shrug. "You know, to keep slim and all."

Shifting his fingers, he pulled at the skin of her upper arm. "You're tiny, you realise. You hardly need to worry."

"Well… thanks," she said, although she pushed his hand away with a wrinkle of her nose. "I'll keep that in mind." Perhaps he hadn't said the right words.

"How about we go out for dinner tomorrow night?" he suggested, wanting to see how she'd respond. Could he convince her to eat something there? To indulge in food for a change? He wasn't sure, but he was up for the challenge. "My treat."

"Okay, if you insist," she giggled. "As long as you're there, I'll feel safer."

She was a rare oddity that he studied in his free time, trying to understand her, which was admittedly sometimes a struggle. If she asked to leave, he wasn't sure what he'd do. Perhaps he'd stop her. He was not quite ready to let his doll go yet. But for now, he decided to make the most of it.

A/N: So there you have it. Some of the pairings weren't too bad in that they could more easily be placed together. But wowzas, that last one… that was just impossible. This had to be their first meeting, considering Rose's abduction and torture by the Hunt. Anything else and she would have freaked out… Anyway, mostly just ignore the last part. Hahaha.