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This is a crossover smutty story featuring the character of
Tess/Salida ie Tess' Voice in Neon Dasies' OUATIM fics on ff.net,
More Than Eyes Alone Can See, and More Than Life, and Sands/Jeffrey from
Merrie's OUATIM fic on ff.net, Darkness Rising. This story will make some
sense, probably, if you read it without having read either of our stories, but
it'll make a hell of a lot more if you just read them. They're all worth
reading, we promise. Anyway, on with the show.
Rated for what has happened, and what might happen. We�re really not quite sure
ourselves. On with the story.

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Salida didn�t know how long she laid
on the bed holding the sleeping form of her husband, but it was long enough for
her mind to range over what had happened that morning. How things had turned so quickly from
contentment, to humiliation, to anger, to fear and hurt. The only thing that mattered though, was protecting Jeffrey from it; that�s all she could
think about. She was going to have a
nasty bruise, possibly a black eye, and a sore jaw for some time to come. And while she didn�t necessarily mind the
fact that the visible evidence of what had happened would be a warning to him
about what the consequences of loosing his temper were, she knew that she
couldn�t entirely blame him for this.
Her own temper had been sparked, and she�d slapped him first. Not a
bright idea when your husband is a psychopath. So in order to help Jeffrey eep eep from
hurting her, she had to keep her own temper.
She glanced over at
the alarm clock � it was 9:37. She�d wanted to be out of the house and
shopping a half an hour ago. Oh well.
This was more important.
Jeffrey stirred in
her arms, and she took the opportunity to shift him off her and onto the
bed. If Sands was the one waking, she
didn�t want to be caught in any position remotely like what had started this
entire mess.
�Where you goin�, vixen?�
�Where do you
think, you bastard? She�s obviously had
enough of this for the time being.�
Great, Salida thought.
�Shut the fuck up
Sands,� Jeffrey muttered wearily. He
wasn�t awake enough to deal with this right now.
�I take it you two
worked out your little tiff? Good for
you,� Sands said sarcastically.
Salida gave up and
started getting ready for the day. When he reluctantly let her go, she pulled
him to the bedroom to get a ket,ket, and then back out to the living room. Settling him on the couch, she popped some
movie into her VCR � she wasn�t really paying attention � and then came back
and settled against him. It wasn�t
enough. She grabbed spillpillows to make
herself comfortable, then reclined against one of the
arms, making Sands move with her. His
head rested on her chest and she stroked his temple and combed her fingers
through his hair, waiting for him to talk to her.
�I don�t know why I
laid all that off on you earlier. I
guess I needed to talk,� he said softly.
He felt like a bit of a shit for using her, but he didn�t feel
sorry.
Clich�d. Instead, she tightened
her arms around him, lending what strength she could.
�They fucking treat
me like some kind of leper. Jeffrey and
I � well, we�ve never gotten along, and sunrise would never question taking her
dear husband�s side,� he said coldly before laughing humorlessly. �Oh, I didn�t tell you the best part. She�s a fucking schizophrenic too. She�s this medical student Tess� voice, like Jeffrey is mine.
But somehow sunrise was able to take over.� He laughed again, and it was an ugly
sound. �That�s another thing I have to
deal with every day. The idea that
Jeffrey would steal what little of my life is still mine if given the chance. I would simply cease to exist. A presence in the back of his fucking head; a
gnat in his ear. Something irritating,
but ultimately able to be ignored.�
�I-I don�t know how
to help you,� she whispered. �I don�t
have anything to offer beyond this � nothing beyond my body and a pair of
ears.� God, when she put it that way,
she might as well be a prostitute. �I
want to spend time with you, and I�m willing to whenever we both can . . .� It was her turn to
laugh. �Am I helping, or should I stick
to being the strong, silent, type?�
�You can�t help
me. No one fucking can. But it doesn�t matter. It�s my problem, not yours. I�ll deal with it. Like I always have; like
I always will. But talk to me,
please? No one ever talks to me. Except for when they fucking want something,�
he muttered, hating himself for asking, but not able to take it back now. �The only times they ever seem to talk to me,
are to ask me for money, tell me to fucking behave like a well-trained dog, or
when they tell me to leave so that they can be fucking alone,� he said
slowly.es'> �I don�t know why I�m telling
you all of this. I don�t want your
pity. I don�t deserve your pity. If you
knew the things I�d done, you�d stay far, far away from me.�
�Then don�t tell
me,� she whispered, �because I�m just getting comfortable.� That earned her a brief, choked laugh. �What do you want me to talk about?�
�I don�t care. Anything you want. Just talk.
I think our conversation at dinner yesterday may have been the first,
and only real conversation I�ve had since I came here,� he admitted, somewhat
surprised at the realization.
�Ok.� Aida thought over what she could tell this
haunted man. �My female co-workers are
all extremely ous ous of me. They saw
you at the theater yesterday, and knew a good thing when they saw it. I really got raked over the coals this
morning, let me tell you.�
�Oh really?� a
ghost of a smile passed over Sands� face. He didn�t like
it.
�We all need someone to talk to sometimes,
Sands. No man is an island.� Her voice was wistful, bringing up the
feeling that she knew this first hand.
�But I also don�t want to intrude where I�m not wanted.�
�I might as fucking
well be sometimes,� Sands muttered before he could stop himself. He closed his eyes with a wince, �I can�t
stand them anymore, spitfire. test how strong her fucking resolve really is, shall we? Sands was beyond caring for anything at the
moment; he was feeling self-destructive, and he knew it. He just didn�t care. �You have to be careful especially of
Jeffrey, spitfire,� he said, waiting for her to ask why.
She asked why, but
it wasn�t quite what he wanted. �Why are
you trying to drive me away?� Her voice
was small and hurt. �If you want me to
stay here, that�s all you need to say.�
�I�m not trying to
drive you away, spitfire. I�m trying to
warn you. Jeffrey�s killed people. I�ve killed people. That�s something I was disinclined to mention. I couldn�t be just schizophrenic, oh no, that
would have been too fucking easy,� he was clearly speaking to himself now. �But I had to be a sociopath too. Antisocial personality disorder. The whole fucking bit. Do you understand what that means,
spitfire?�
�You hate me?� she
asked timidly, unsure if she were making a joke or really asking a question.
�It means I don�t
feel guilt, spitfire. I don�t have a
conscience. Or if I do, I choose not to
listen to it. I know what society�s rules
are; I just choose to ignore them. They
don�t apply to me. They never
have.� He hesitated. �I�m psychotic, spitfire. I�m sure you�ve heard that word. I kill.
And I don�t kill for reasons or purpose; I kill simply because I like
it. It�s what I�m made for,
spitfire.� He knew he was probably
digging his own grave with each word, but he couldn�t stop himself now. �But it doesn�t mean that I go out on fucking
rampages and kill people at random. Or
that I want to kill you. I don�t. I never did.
And I don�t fucking hate you. I
wasn�t lying when I said I cared for you.
Maybe . . . maybe it�s even more than that, I don�t know.� He laughed coldly then. �I suppose you�ll want to call the police
now. I won�t stop you. I�ll fight them, but I won�t stop you, and I won�t hold it against you.�
�You�d let me send
you to jail?� If he kept this up, he was
going to make her cry. There was no way
she could turn him in now. She kissed
him on the forehead, and then asked, �Will I get hurt if I go with you?�
�Yes, I�d let you
send me to jail,� he said, opening his eyes wide in shock at that. He really would. �But there�s no way I�d fucking stay
there. I�d be busting my way out as soon
as fucking possible.� He sighed, and
forced himself to answer the question he had been hoping she wouldn�t ask. �I wish I could fucking promise that you
wouldn�t get hurt, but I can�t. I can�t
control Jeffrey, as much as I might want to.
But you�ll have to be wary of sunrise too. Something tells me she won�t put up with such
a blatant threat to her marriage.�
�But do you want me to come?� That was what it all boiled down to, because
practical or not, she�d put herself in danger for him.
�Yes. I really do,�
Sands admitted softly. �I don�t want to
sound fucking pathetic, but I fucking need
you to come, spitfire. If only for what
little sanity I seem to have left. I
need an ally in that fucking place, and I�m not ready to just say goodbye to
you just because they fucking tell me I have to. I want you in my life, spitfire. I wouldn�t have agreed if I didn�t.�
�Okay, then I�ll
come.�
They continued
talking long enough for the tape to finish and rewind itself. At one point they grew hungry, but neither
felt like going out for an early dinner, so Sands ordered a pizza. By the time the pizza boy came, they were
partially dressed � Sands was wearing his pants, and Aida had gleefully claimed
his shirt for the time being. He let
her, not admitting to himself that he liked seeing her in it, deciding that she
looked no tha than adorable since it was nearly long enough on her to reach
halfway to her knees.
They ate, Aida
doing what she could to distract both of them, but not doing a very good job.
�Why do you keep
doing that?� Sands asked, feeling as relaxed as he had at any point during the
day.
�Doing what?�
�That�s the eighth
time you�ve looked at the clock in the last twenty minutes. What�s wrong?
Got a hot date tonight?�
She gave him a
one-sided smile. �Yeah. That�s it.
I believe we�re going out for a slice of pie, although you�re welcome to
make me a counter offer.�
It was a good
cover, but he knew a distraction when he saw it. �What�s on your mind, spitfire?�
�Nothing. I�m just expecting a phone call.�
�It must be a
pretty fucking important phone call to have you this worked up over it. Who are you expecting a phone call from?� he
asked slowly.
�Just my
doctor. I went in for a physical last
week, and she was supposed to call with some test results.�
�You wouldn�t be
looking at the clock like you thought it was going to blow up in your face if
it was just something as simple as that. How did he know? she wondered, as her
doctor's voice droned in her ear. �. . .I�m very sorry for having to share this news, Aida.�
That snapped her
back. �Someone had to do it,� she said
in what she hoped sounded like her normal voice. �I suppose I should call back and make an
appointment to come in, shouldn�t I?�
�Yes. As soon as possible. Something might be done still.�
�Of course. I�ll do it first thing tomorrow. Thank you for calling.� Aida hung up, her hand falling back to her
side and her head hanging down before she crumpled to the floor, trying to deal
with this, totally forgetting that Sands was still there.
Sands didn�t bother
asking her what the doctor had said � he wasn�t a moron � he simply moved to
her side and held her, forcing himself to allow her the time to come to terms
with this on her own, no matter how much what was left of his murderous heart
might be screaming at him. He simply
held her and offered his support in the same way she had to him; by simply
being there and listening if she wanted to talk about it.
She didn�t want to
talk. She had nothing to say. Her body was betraying her. Killing her.
And that�s not something she wanted to say out loud. In her silence, though, tears came. No matter how much she�d tried to convince
herself that relapse was likely, she�d never fully believed it. She�d thought she�d been prepared . . . she
wasn�t. The tears came faster, and a sob
built in her throat, emerging as a painful whine as she turned her face to hide
from Sands, her hands latching onto the arms he�d wrapped around her.
�Go,� she said with
a shudder. �I don�t want you to see me
like this. Not like this.�
�No,� he said
without thought or pause. �I said I
wasn�t leaving you and I�m a man of my word.
I also warned that you would have a hard time getting rid of me. I wasn�t joking.� He paused and tangled his hand in her curled
hair with a gentle caress before continuing, �You didn�t leave me. You listened to everything I had to say when
you could have ignored me. You held me
when you could have pushed me away. You
accepted me when you could have turned away.
If you think I�m not willing to do the same thing for you in a fucking
heartbeat then you�ve got another thing coming,
spitfire. And that�s what you are; my
little spitfire. My:yes'> How did he know? she wondered, as her
doctor's voice droned in her ear. �. . .I�m very sorry for having to share this news, Aida.�
That snapped her
back. �Someone had to do it,� she said
in what she hoped sounded like her normal voice. �I suppose I should call back and make an
appointment to come in, shouldn�t I?�
�Yes. As soon as possible. Something might be done still.�
�Of course. I�ll do it first thing tomorrow. Thank you for calling.� Aida hung up, her hand falling back to her
side and her head hanging down before she crumpled to the floor, trying to deal
with this, totally forgetting that Sands was still the/p> /p>

Sands didn�t bother
asking her what the doctor had said � he wasn�t a moron � he simply moved to
her side and held her, forcing himself to allow her the time to come to terms
with this on her own, no matter how much what was left of his murderous heart
might be screaming at him. He simply
held her and offered his support in the same way she had to him; by simply
being there and listening if she wanted to talk about it.
She didn�t want to
talk. She had nothing to say. Her body was betraying her. Killing her.
And that�s not something she wanted to say out loud. In her silence, though, tears came. No matter how much she�d tried to convince
herself that relapse was likely, she�d never fully believed it. She�d thought she�d been prepared . . . she
wasn�t. The tears came faster, and a sob
built in her throat, emerging as a painful whine as she turned her face to hide
from Sands, her hands latching onto the arms he�d wrapped around her.
�Go,� she said with
a shudder. �I don�t want you to see me
like this. Not like this.�
�No,� he said
without thought or pause. �I said I
wasn�t leaving you and I�m a man of my word.
I also warned thou wou would have a hard time getting rid of me. I wasn�t joking.� He paused and tangled his hand in her curled
hair with a gentle caress before continuing, �You didn�t leave me. You listened to everything I had to say when
you could have ignored me. You held me
when you could have pushed me away. You
accepted me when you could have turned away.
If you think I�m not willing to do the same thing for you in a fucking
heartbeat then you�ve got another thing coming,
spitfire. And that�s what you are; my
little spitfire. My little slip of a woman
who must have some lioness in her because I�ve seen you fucking roar. Don�t start doubting yourself now.�
�I fucking hate
it,� she whispered. �I hate knowing my
own body is betraying me and trying to kill me.
I hate feeling as if my body has a death wish and my mind only wants to live.�
Her small hands bunched into fists and slammed into his shoulders. She gave a scream of pure rage before sobs
started wracking her body, making her tremble in his arms.
She wept bitterly
as he held her; her sobs were painful to listen to because of all the different
emotions they held. Despair. Disbelief.
Fear. Betrayal. Loneliness.
Now and again, the sobs were interspersed with screams that showed her rage, that made people listen and take note. She fought him then, trying to break free to
do god knows what, but Sands didn�t let go.
He let her abuse his body, encouraged by the strength she was
using. She was strong. That was good. She�d need that strength.
Finally, ten . . .
twenty . . . thirty minutes later, she ground to a halt, her body now shaking
with her attempts to regain her breath, and more charmingly, hiccuppan pan
style='mso-spacerun:yes'> She was still refusing to meet his eyes, her
hair in her face and her face buried in his neck, but she was clinging to him.
�I hate this,� she
repeated. �I hate it. I feel so empty, as if all my future has been
contained inside me, and now it�s suddenly gone. pan>pan>Wept out of my body along with my
tears.� She could feel sweat drying on
her face and back, but ignored it. �Last
time . . . the last time I got this news, I was alone. I I need to be weak. �Tonight I need to be held, and reminded what
life feels like.�
�I suppose I can do
that,� he said, holding her close. �I
certainly don�t have any other place I�d rather be. What do you mean about lifee ase asked with a
small frown. �How can I remind you what
life feels like? I�m not exactly an
expert on the subject. My life is pretty
fucked up, all things considered. But things are looking up,� he admitted to
himself.
�Just . . . make my
body feel alive. Make love to me,� she
pleaded, raising her lips to brush lightly against his own. �I feel so fragile. Help me remember that I�m not.�
�I don�t think anyone who really knows you
could ever mistake you as fragile, spitfire,� Sands said softly, moving a
curled lock of hair out of her face.
�But if that�s what you want, then that�s what you�ll get,� he said with
a wink. He had needed that, and now
she needed this. She needed to be
cherished. After a few dozen more light
kisses, he moved to her mouth and kissed her passionately, putting all the
confusing emotions concerning her that he was still slightly reeling over into
the kiss. He tried to let her know he
would do anything for her at this very moment with that kiss.
Aida felt a
staggered sigh leave her as Sands deepened the kiss, slowly parting her lips
and dipping his tongue into her mouth.
She loved slow, passionate sex, and he � while she could tell he was
feeling impatient with her � was certainly taking his time. As he kissed her, she could feel her senses
narrowing, until all she was aware of was the bed beneath her and her lover
above her. But as much as she
appreciated his slow pace, she did
miss having the freedom to touch him.
Pushing on his
shoulders, she whimpered as he tried to break the kiss, thinking that was what
she wanted. She pressed against him as
she made him sit up, moving with him.
Once upright, she stripped the silk shirt from her shoulders and moved
onto her knees. Like this, they were the
same height, and she reveled in it. Her
hands started sliding over his smooth chest without direction as small moans
started pingping her. She needed to feel
his arms around her.
Sands didn�t
hesitate to wrap his arms tight around her, seeing that this was what
wa
wanted. Once he had done that, he pulled
her close, enjoying he sensation of her bare chest against his, and reclaimed
her lips in a kiss. He could take things
slow. He prided himself on his control. Now was the fucking time to employ some. She wanted things slow, he could do that. Anything to pull her out of the despondent
daze she had fallen into. It wasn�t like he
could do anything further at this point anyway.
While she was completely naked in his arms, he was still wearing his
leather pants. He could feel his
erection straining at the confinement, but there was nothing he could do about
it now while she was in his arms and he was sitting on the bed, so he didn�t
move, only continued the kiss, moving his hands over her naked back slowly.
Aida whined in the
back of her throat, suddenly desperate to be closer to him. She slid her arms over his shoulders and down
his back, pulling her body flush with his.
Her lips became aggressive while her fingers dug into the muscles of his
back greedily and she started moving mindlessly against his growing
erection. She hurt deep inside her, and all she knew was she needed to fill the
emptiness that was corroding a hole in her chest.
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