Post by Rosie on Mar 14, 2012 8:33:59 GMT 10
Title: Plum Luck
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 701
Crossover: Stephanie Plum/Tortall: SOTL
Summary: Cythera takes on the role of bounty hunter...
Warning: Mentions of attempted rape, gun use, possible future language.
Notes: Horribly tempted to do more, so this will more likely than not be a multi-parter. Thanks to Lisa for character suggestions!
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My name is Cythera Elden, and I'm a bounty hunter.
Well, I try to be. Most days. Right now, I'm feeling more like the hunted than the hunter, and there's a guy who's definitely looking at me like I'm the bounty.
"Ranger," I mutter, trying to return his concentration (and, all right, my own) to the task in hand.
Ranger - Raoul Carlos Manoso - gives me a slow grin, the kind that penetrates your stomach and sends butterflies flapping about. "Babe. I'm just observing today. Why don't you show me how it's done?"
I glare at him, because the point of having him around was not to raise my temperature in the Jersey heat. It was to ensure a quick capture, so I could get my cousin Glaisdan back his bond, and skip off early for my date with Naxen.
I'm guessing it's the date with Naxen which has Ranger acting up. See, Naxen and I don't really go on dates - we kind of skipped straight to the living together part, except when we don't. But this morning, Naxen called me up, told me to put on my best clothes, and he'd take me to dinner tonight.
It'd better not involve his mother, that's all I'm saying. If it does, I might well get my gun out of the cookie jar.
As it is, with Ranger not looking in the mood to be persuaded (at least, not in this way), I figure I would have to get on with it myself. I knew I should have asked Rispah along instead; what she lacks in skill, she makes up for in enthusiasm. And I never feel embarrassed in front of her, like I do right now. I shuffle towards the FTA's door, and rap on it as loudly as I dare.
I turn back, and Ranger has folded his forearms together, and is standing at the front gate, looking imposing. If I were an FTA, that sight would make me want to hand myself in immediately. Or, I'd go out the back.
The FTA is a first-time offender and in Naxen's year at school, which is why Glaisdan picked me for it. Attempted rape isn't usually my cup of tea - and that was another reason I'd brought Ranger along.
I could hear footsteps pounding down the hall, and then the door jerks open.
I gape - the paperwork said Malven had acid thrown in his face, but it's quite another thing seeing it first-hand.
"What do you want?" Ralon Malven sneers, hanging onto the door as if I might try to force my way in. Not likely, if I could help it.
"You missed your court appearance," I say, in my most charming, please-don't-run-away manner. "If you come with me and my colleague, we can help you schedule another one."
He looks over at Ranger. And then he shuts the door in my face.
"Maybe he'll feel more like co-operating later," I say to Ranger, hopefully.
Ranger gives me an amused look, and nods towards the path leading to the back of the house.
Oh, all right. I haven't got a gun on me, so I just have to hope Ranger has my back. That's a pretty safe bet, since Ranger always had my back. If he didn't, I'd be dead for sure.
I sneak around to the back and, sure enough, Malven is opting for the garden exit. I shout, "Freeze!" (well, it works for the police!), and it makes him run faster. Go figure.
Luckily, I have Ranger on my side, and he stops the weasel in his tracks. Ranger in action is a thing of beauty - hell, Ranger is a thing of beauty, period. But he looks born to apprehend people, and snapping the cuffs on Malven seems almost unnecessary.
He waits outside the station whilst I get my collection receipt, and I grin at him, waving it aloft. "Thanks, Ranger. I owe-" I stop, because I do owe him, and Ranger keeps a tab.
He raises an eyebrow at me, and a rush of heat floods me. All he says is, "Babe," but it means he knows, and that he means to collect. Someday.
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 701
Crossover: Stephanie Plum/Tortall: SOTL
Summary: Cythera takes on the role of bounty hunter...
Warning: Mentions of attempted rape, gun use, possible future language.
Notes: Horribly tempted to do more, so this will more likely than not be a multi-parter. Thanks to Lisa for character suggestions!
--
My name is Cythera Elden, and I'm a bounty hunter.
Well, I try to be. Most days. Right now, I'm feeling more like the hunted than the hunter, and there's a guy who's definitely looking at me like I'm the bounty.
"Ranger," I mutter, trying to return his concentration (and, all right, my own) to the task in hand.
Ranger - Raoul Carlos Manoso - gives me a slow grin, the kind that penetrates your stomach and sends butterflies flapping about. "Babe. I'm just observing today. Why don't you show me how it's done?"
I glare at him, because the point of having him around was not to raise my temperature in the Jersey heat. It was to ensure a quick capture, so I could get my cousin Glaisdan back his bond, and skip off early for my date with Naxen.
I'm guessing it's the date with Naxen which has Ranger acting up. See, Naxen and I don't really go on dates - we kind of skipped straight to the living together part, except when we don't. But this morning, Naxen called me up, told me to put on my best clothes, and he'd take me to dinner tonight.
It'd better not involve his mother, that's all I'm saying. If it does, I might well get my gun out of the cookie jar.
As it is, with Ranger not looking in the mood to be persuaded (at least, not in this way), I figure I would have to get on with it myself. I knew I should have asked Rispah along instead; what she lacks in skill, she makes up for in enthusiasm. And I never feel embarrassed in front of her, like I do right now. I shuffle towards the FTA's door, and rap on it as loudly as I dare.
I turn back, and Ranger has folded his forearms together, and is standing at the front gate, looking imposing. If I were an FTA, that sight would make me want to hand myself in immediately. Or, I'd go out the back.
The FTA is a first-time offender and in Naxen's year at school, which is why Glaisdan picked me for it. Attempted rape isn't usually my cup of tea - and that was another reason I'd brought Ranger along.
I could hear footsteps pounding down the hall, and then the door jerks open.
I gape - the paperwork said Malven had acid thrown in his face, but it's quite another thing seeing it first-hand.
"What do you want?" Ralon Malven sneers, hanging onto the door as if I might try to force my way in. Not likely, if I could help it.
"You missed your court appearance," I say, in my most charming, please-don't-run-away manner. "If you come with me and my colleague, we can help you schedule another one."
He looks over at Ranger. And then he shuts the door in my face.
"Maybe he'll feel more like co-operating later," I say to Ranger, hopefully.
Ranger gives me an amused look, and nods towards the path leading to the back of the house.
Oh, all right. I haven't got a gun on me, so I just have to hope Ranger has my back. That's a pretty safe bet, since Ranger always had my back. If he didn't, I'd be dead for sure.
I sneak around to the back and, sure enough, Malven is opting for the garden exit. I shout, "Freeze!" (well, it works for the police!), and it makes him run faster. Go figure.
Luckily, I have Ranger on my side, and he stops the weasel in his tracks. Ranger in action is a thing of beauty - hell, Ranger is a thing of beauty, period. But he looks born to apprehend people, and snapping the cuffs on Malven seems almost unnecessary.
He waits outside the station whilst I get my collection receipt, and I grin at him, waving it aloft. "Thanks, Ranger. I owe-" I stop, because I do owe him, and Ranger keeps a tab.
He raises an eyebrow at me, and a rush of heat floods me. All he says is, "Babe," but it means he knows, and that he means to collect. Someday.