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Chapter List
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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, annds/nds/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 leaned forward in her seat and looked out the window;
there was nothing to see but blackened ruins and overgrown gardens. �How long ago . . . ?�
Sands hesitated,
and Jeffrey answered. �Ten years. About. Come
on, let�s look around,� he said, not sharing Sands� reluctance to look over the
remnants of the mansion where they had once lived.
�Is it safe?�
Salida asked, eyeing the mess warily.
�If anything was
going to fall, it would have already,� Jeffrey said with a shrug, getting out
of the car.
Salida didn�t know
what she thought about that, but she followed her husband anyway, sticking
close as the got closer to the burned out shell of what used to be someone�s
home. Of what used to be Sands�
home. �Were you around when this
happened?� she asked Jeffrey.
�Not the way I am
today, but yeah, I was there,� Jeffrey said with a nod. �I didn�t do it though.� He�ll be too sleepy to rampage soon.
�Look at me, vixen.
I�m not going to fucking yell at you.� As much
as I might fucking want to.
She turned, slowly,
but still couldn�t raise her head to meet his eyes. She practically heard the unspoken clause in
his tone of voice, and it didn�t exactly give her any hope that this would end
pleasantly.
�Do you have any idea how fucking pissed off
I am with you right now, vixen? That
wasn�t a fucking rhetorical question.�
�Yes,� she
whispered, fighting not to shrink away from him.
�No you don�t. Do you know why I�m fucking pissed off at you?�
�Because for a
split second, I was willing to turn you over to your worst nightmare to save
you � but more myself � more pain.
Because I refuse to admit that I�m sick.
For being here when you�d rather have me far away.� She listed off each offense, knowing that if
she didn�t, he�d do it for her.
Her last mark
against herself gave him pause. �Why do
you think I�d rather have you fucking far away?�
�Because when you
saw me at Sands� apartment, you seemed rather unpleasantly surprised and asked
what the fuck I was doing there. And you�ve
left me mostly to Sands� company since we left DC.�
�I needed time to
fucking think. That�s why I didn�t talk.
Despite what you may seem to believe at
the moment, I truly don�t want to fucking fight with you. Yes, I felt fucking betrayed, I�m not going to
deny that. I still do. But then I fucking force myself to remember
that you didn�t go through with it. Why?�
Salida looked up at
him, startled by the question and not understanding what he was asking her.
�Why didn�t you go
through with the deal you had made? You
said it yourself, you didn�t want to see me fucking hurt and that�s why you . .
. did what you did. But then you
stopped. You changed your mind and threw
the deal in Sands� face, not knowing what the consequences would be. Why? Why
did you change your mind?�
�Because . . .
because I thought I might have a chance . . . we might have a chance . . . a small one . . . if I did. But I knew if I went through with it, I�d
lose you. And that would kill me. It nearly killed me as it was.� This admission ended on a whisper as Salida
turned and discreetly wiped away the tears that�d been gathering on her
eyelids.
�That fucking threw
me. I was just starting to convince
myself that all we have together was a lie � that I shouldn�t be surprised that
you were betraying me � when you stopped. I just � I just wanted to know why.� He paused then and tried to clear his head. �I�m not mad at you anymore, vixen. Maybe I should be, but I�m not. I love you too much to allow this to fucking
come between us. It didn�t kill you,
Sands didn�t kill me. We�re both fucking
fine. But know this,� his voice changed
from the even but loving voice of her husband to the cold, emotionless voice of
the killer that he was. �That was your
one chance. One. You attempt to betray
me again, and that�s it. We�re over. I h>I have no doubt it�ll kill us both, but my
terms stand. I don�t take kindly to
betrayal.�
He let his harsh
words sink in before reaching over as gently as possible and lifting her chin
up so that her eyes met his. �But I�m
not mad at you, vixen. I love you too
fucking much for anger against you to last very long, and if you don�t know
that by now, then you haven�t been paying attention.�
She shook her head, not denying him, but
trying to somehow force this image and the icy voice a killer into the same
man. For a brief second she panicked �
wondering what she was doing, and why, and why was she alone in a room with
this man � but she forced herself to calm down.
She wasn�t going to betray him again, so she had nothing to worry about.
Trembling still
from overwrought nerves, she tucked herself against Jeffrey�s chest, shivering
convulsively. �Please. J-just hold me. Please.�
Jeffrey did as she
wanted � as they both wanted � and held onto her tightly, never wanting to let
go again. �I love you, wife mine,� he
whispered into her hair.
She nodded against
his chest, whispering, �I know.� Her
arms slipped around his waist as she clung to him, trying to find some sort of
emotional solid ground after such a long and tiring day.
Jeffrey moved them
over to the bed and they both sat down on the edge before he pulled away from
her slowly. �I just want to get out of
these fucking clothes before the painkillers take effect and I�m too tired to
move. Then I�m all yours vixen. I won�t ever let you go again if that�s what
you want,� he promised seriously.
She nodded, wanting
nothing more than some sort of safe harbor at the moment. She gently helped Jeffrey out of his shirt �
which was luckily a button down � before kneeling to take off his shoes and
socks. Jeffrey tried to push her hands
away when he tried to get his pants off, but the task of finding the pull on
his zipper proved to be a little too difficult.
Finally they were
both ready to sleep. Salida dropped her
towel, revealing that her shirt came down to nearly mid-thigh, before climbing
under the blankets.
Jeffrey joined her
and pulled her flush against him, enjoying the warmth and smell of her. He slipped his hands under her shirt just to
touch her before whispering that he loved her in her ear, his voice beginning
to grow a little slurred. He could no
longer feel any of the various afflictions the past few days had caused him,
which was good, but he could hardly keep his attention on his wife, which wasn�t.
Salida laid still
as he touched her, not really responding.
She wasn�t really in the mood at the moment, not to mention he�d be
unconscious soon. It was enough for
right now just to be close to him, to smell him, to be able to touch him. �I�m so sorry,� she whispered into his
chest. �Tell me that you love me
again? Please? And will you use my name?� He rarely called her br nar name � hardly
anyone did.
�Salida, I love
you. I love you, Salida. Salida, I love you. I love you, Salida,� he repeated the mini
mantra until his voice faded and he was claimed in a drug-induced sleep, his
lips slightly parted in mid-speech.
�I�m sorry,� Salida
whispered in return as she curled closer to her husband�s warmth. Letting her eyes droop shut, she soon fell
into sleep after him.

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He was coming at her
with a knife, murder in every line of his body, but it was his eyes that
captivated her: he was begging with her.
Begging her to do what she didn�t know, but she knew that if she could
only figure it out, everything would be alright. It would.
Her mind racing, she tried to decode what he
wanted, what he needed, drawing a blank time after time after time. He was getting closer. The knife was raised. She was going to die. She�d failed.
Salida raised her arms to protect herself
from her husband�s attack . . .
. . . only to find that the knife was in her
own hand. Jeffrey ran into it. The blade slipped between his ribs, neatly
piercing his heart. As his blood gushed
over her hand, hot and sticky, she met his eyes, her heart chilling at the
relief in them.
NO! she screamed. The dream couldn�t end like this, not
again. Jeffrey, don�t leave, she begged
him. His only response was to close his
eyes. His knees buckled. As he fell, the knife pulled out of his body,
grating against bone.
No, she whispered. No, not again. No.

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Jeffrey was woken up forcefully by a bloodcurdling scream
from someone � his mind was still too sleep fogged to remember who that someone
was, but whoever they were, they were important � and he sat up in bed quickly.
The pain that followed was no less that
agonizing, but that didn�t matter. �Vixen!�
he shouted at the writhing and moaning woman next to him, in the grips of what
looked to be one fucking horrible nightmare. �Wake the fuck up! It�s just a fucking bad dream,� he yelled
again, shaking her to wakefulness.
His yelling didn�t
help matters, and as Salida woke, she threw herself away from him, narrowly
avoiding ending up on the floor.
Sitting bolt
upright, her head twisted around distractedly, her eyes darting as she tried to
place her surroundings. She wasn�t at
home. She was in a hotel � another hotel
� with Jeffrey and Sands. She�d been
dreaming � she hoped she�d been dreaming.
She brought her hands up, examining them in the dark, turning them
palm-up and palm-down as she searched for any evidence of blood. �J-Jeffrey?� she asked into the dark.
�I�m here vixen. And I�m fucking awake,� he said with a sigh. He was still groggy, and a quick glance at the
clock on the bedside table revealed they hadn�t been asleep for more than four
hours. He ran a hand over his face
wearily in an automatic gesture and cursed at the pain it brought before moving
over to Salida. �I�m here. It�s alright. It was just a fucking dream,� he said slowly.
�Y-you�re alright?�
she asked, her hands running over his bare torso, searching for any hint of
blood.
�I�m fine, vixen,�
he said, frowning as she seemed to be searching him for something. �What the fuck are you doing?� he asked with a
confused frown.
�You . . . I . . .
there was blood,� she explained brokenly.
The nightmare was already fading, but she remembered that she�d had it
before. �It was worse this time.�
�It doesn�t matter,
vixen. It wasn�t real. All of my blood is currently still in my body,
despite attempts by certain parties to the contrary.� He blinked at his words. �It�s too fucking early to be up, vixen. Go back to sleep. I�m fine. You�re fine. Hell, Sands is even fine. He�s probably more than fine since he�s still
asleep. Bastard,� he muttered before
turning to look at her with a sigh. �Are
you going to be able to get back to sleep, vixen?�
She shook her
head. �But that�s alright. I slept most of the way here and I can sleep
most of tomorrow away. You get your
rest. You need it.� Moving the blankets, Salida started to climb
out of bed.
�Don�t. Stay. It�s not the fucking same without you,� he
said slowly, sinking back down upon the pillows and spreading his arms slightly
in invitation
She looked at him
uncertainly, rubbing the bridge of her nose before nodding. Scooting closer to her husband, she rested
her head on his chest, taking comfort in the sound of his functioning heart and
lungs. She tried to relax against him,
tried to make her muscles unknot, but only had moderate success.
�Just lie there,
reassuring yourself that I�m alive and not fucking going anywhere, and I�ll
catch a few more Z�s, reassured that you�re still here and not getting into any
trouble. It�ll work out for both of us,�
Jeffrey could hear his voice begin to slow again and knew it wouldn�t be long
before he was back asleep. �I love you,
Salida,� he whispered again.
Jeffrey was just
about to fall asleep, when he heard Salida breathe into his ear, �Jeffrey? Please, wake up. I need you.
Please, lover.�
�I�m awake. What�s wrong now?� he asked somewhat wearily.
�I need you,� she
whispered again, her lips trembling against his skin as her hands started
stroking his least injured arm and chest.
�You have really
fucked up timing sometimes, vixen,� he said with a sigh and a bit of a laugh. �Not that I�m complaining. Much.�
However, his remark
seemed to make her wilt. �I�m sorry,�
she whispered as her hands drifted away from him. �You need sleep. Just get some, and I-I�ll see you in the
morning,� she murmured, slamming a lid down on her need. She was being selfish. She could deal with a bad dream or two. She had to be able to. If she couldn�t, what would happen if she had
it when Sands was with Aida, when Jeffrey wasn�t there to comfort her?
�I can fucking
sleep later. have to stop � I�d like to get home too � but if it becomes
necessary, I don�t want you to just discard the idea.�
�Fine,� Sands
muttered under his breath. �Are we going
to fucking go, or are we going to argue about this more?�
Jeffrey was tempted
to argue more, but he withheld. �You
ready to go, vixen? If he won�t stop, I will.�
She just nodded,
suddenly a little shaky because of how fast things had escalated. If she�d ho wio witness another scene like
the one they�d had yesterday . . . I want to be home, she thought
wistfully.
�Then lets fucking
go,� Sands said evenly, grabbing the bag of clothes and walking out the door,
still fuming along the way.
Salida followed
slowly after making sure she had her own bag.
Once they�d reached the lobby, she made a quick detour to grab a box of
cereal from the continental breakfast that several employees were starting to
put away. Looking around, she noticed
that Sands had already left. Shaking her
head, she walked out to the parking lot, rolling her eyes to see he was waiting
impatiently in the car with the motor running.
�Get in,� Sands
said succinctly.
She did as he told
her, holding back a sigh of irritation.
It wouldn�t help, and it might make matters worse. After fastening her seat belt, she closed her
eyes, already prepared to go back to sleep.
At least if she were asleep she wouldn�t have to deal with a pissed off
Sands or her pissed off stomach.

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�Would you just fucking calm down?� Jeffrey asked, with a
glower as Sands gripped the steering wheel tight enough to hurt even without
his already mangled hands. �What�s your
fucking problem?� he asked as Sands took a turn at speed. �You�re going to get us fucking pulled ov-oh fuck,� Jeffrey muttered, seeing the flashing lights
in the rearview mirror. �Nice job,
asshole.�
Salida had fallen
asleep some time before. At the sound of
her husband�s voice though, she stirred, and turned her head to look at him
sleepily. �Where are we and what�s
wrong?�
Sands looked at the
mirror and scowled as the lights became brighter as a second cop car joined the
first as a matter of routine. He
evaluated his options.
�Don�t even fucking
think about it,� Jeffrey warned. �We�re
in Georgia, and
we�ve got fucking cops on our tail,� Jeffrey said evenly.
�Mmm,� Salida
hummed, not quite awake yet. �You didn�t
kill anyone while I was asleep, did you?�
�Not that I was
aware of. They�re probably fucking on
for speeding. Sands has been driving
like a madman for the last few hours now.� Sands� only response was to clench and
unclench the wheel, still speeding along just as fast as before, glaring at the
mirror. If looks would kill the two cop
cars would be a pair of twisted balls of flaming glass, flesh, and metal.
Salida stretched,
noticing that Sands wasn�t making an effort to slow down. �Umm, I hate to mention this, but aren�t you
supposed to slow down when the cops are trying to pull you over? Not that I really care. It�s just that getting thrown in jail might
affect our ETA just a smidge.�
�Fucking cops,�
Sands growled before slamming on the breaks. If it hadn�t for a bit of fancy driving on the
cop�s part, such an action would have caused a major altercation.
Salida braced
herself with a hand on the dashboard as she was thrown forward in her
seat. She groaned as her seatbelt
suddenly became rock-hard against her chest and her stomach protested
violently. She just barely managed
losing her small breakfast, and silently cursed Sands for it.
Sands just stared
straight ahead, murder in his every gesture, and Jeffrey knew that they could
be in fucking trouble if he didn�t take control of things fast. He followed the sound of the state trooper�s
boots on the pavement, and was certain the man had a tense hand on the gun at
his hip. Such a thought made him
immediately aware of the weapons on his person � the gun he had no permit or
license for in the glove box and the long knife at his side � and knew he was
fucked.
�Step out of the
car, sir,� the trooper drawled, leaning over the open widow gauge the situation
reflected in his mirrored sunglasses.
�Fuc��
�Of course,
officer,� Jeffrey said, cutting Sands off and giving Salida a quick glance.
Salida almost
laughed as panic and Sands� driving got to her.
This better do some good, or I�m
going to be pissed, she thought as she wrenched the door open and stumbled
out onto the shoulder. Letting herself
fall to her knees, she bent over and lost the meager contents of her stomach
into the grass.
The first state
trooper was focused on the man before him, but the second saw Salida stumble
out of the car and out of sight and immediately took action, coming around the
back of the Porsche with his gun dawn. �Stay
right where you are, Miss!� he yelled.
She groaned and
fought the urge to flip him off. Taking
a deep breath, she pushed her hair out of her face and spat out some stomach
acid. �I�m fine, Jeffrey,� she called,
glaring at the cop, daring her to stop. �Thank
you for pulling over.�
The second trooper,
upon seeing what she had been doing, holstered his gun somewhat sheepishly and
asked, his young face tinted with worry, �Are you alright, miss?�
She nodded, and
slowly got to her feet. Turning back
towards the car, she met Jeffrey�s eyes, trying to assure him she was alright.
Jeffrey�s face was
creased with a mixture of anger and worry, but he no longer felt the urge to
blow the young cop�s head off for pointing a gun at his wife. Silently willing Sands to stay silent, he
turned back to the officer.
�License and
registration?� the trooper asked his face unreadable behind the mirrored
glasses.
Jeffrey pulled out
his driver�s license and handed it to him before turning to Salida. �Could you get the registration? It�s in ��
�The glove box,�
Sands supplied with a glower, wanting to take the cop�s shiny badge and jam it
in his throat.
Salida nodded, and
climbed back into the car. Opening the glove
box, she pulled out the registration, her eyes widening at the sight of Sands�
gun. She quickly shut the glove box
before her helpful officer could see
it.
Reaching across the
car, she handed the registration papers to Jeffrey though the open door, trying
to look pitiful for the benefit of the cop on that side who was watching her
out of one eye.
Jeffrey took the papers
from her with a nod before handing them over to the cop looking over his
license.
clasclass=MsoNormal> �This says your
name is . . . Sheldon. She called you
Jeffrey,� the cop said, his tense posture not relaxing. Especially with the knife in plain sight at
Jeffrey�s side.
�I hate that
goddamned, fucking name,� Sands muttered under his breath coldly.
�Pardon?�
�I said, it�s my
middle name. See right there. S. Jeffrey
Sands. That�s me,� Jeffrey tried to
reassure him, promising himself that if he made it out of this alive he was
going to beat the shit out of Sands.
�And what happened
to your face?�
�Uh ��
�We fell,� Salida
supplied quickly. �Jeffrey doesn�t like
to talk about it because he�s such an outdoorsy guy and I think it embarrasses
him.� Blushing, as if she were really
too shy to be talking to strangers, she continued, �We were hiking up in the
hills, on one of the maintained trails, and it was getting late so we decided
to start heading back. We were a long
way away from our car still, so I suggested we take a �short cut� and umm,
ending up tripping over a branch.
Jeffrey tried to catch me, but we both ended up falling. He took the brunt of it, I�m afraid.�
�All this was due
to a hiking trip?� the cop asked with a frown after going over the registration
briefly.
Jeffrey shrugged,
and inexplicably, the cop let it go.
�Do you have any
idea, how fast you were going?� the cop asked after handing Jeffrey back his
license and registration.
�Pretty fucking
fast,� Sands muttered. Unfortunately,
the cop heard this time.
�Don�t be smart
with me son, or you�ll find yourself feeling real dumb, real fast. And that little stop of yours didn�t help matters.�
�My wife was about
to be sick,� Jeffrey said, trying to sound cowed despite Sands� words. I am
definitely going to beat the shit out of him. �Ask your fellow officer. He no doubt saw it.� When he
fucking pointed a gun at her. If he
thought he could get away with it, that fucking cop�s life would be forfeit.
After that, there
were no more questions. The cop �gifted�
him with a ticket for an inordinate sum for speeding and restless endangerment
before heading back to pat patrol car and driving off, the second car following
him.
When the cops took
off, Salida collapsed with relief in her seat, breathing a silent thanks to
whichever deity had been responsible for that miracle. That they�d gotten out of this with just a
ticket and without blood being spilt was most definitely a miracle in her book.
Once the cop was
well out sight, all hell broke loose. �You
fucking inconsiderate bastard!� Jeffrey yelled at the top of his lungs. �Do you have any fucking idea what could have
just fucking happened? I�m going to
fucking beat the shit out of you!�
�Fuck you! You should have killed the fucking cops. Who the fuck needs them? We could have fucking done it. It would have been fucking easy!�
Jeffrey and Sands
were pacing across the ground quickly, exchanging threats and curses at one
another as cars passed by, their passengers utterly bewildered by the scene. All of it went unnoticed by either man. They had been at the edge of tearing each
other apart again since slicing each other up, and now was just as good a
excuse as any to start going at it.
This was the last
straw for Salida. She honestly couldn�t
take it anymore. She climbed out of the
car after removing the keys from the ignition and the gun from the glove
box. Sticking the gun into her pocket
and pulling her t-shirt down over it, she watched the men, feeling her anger
building with ever syllable that came out of their mouth.
Three, two, one . . . �Shut the fuck up you arrogant, conceded
bastards!� she screamed. �Stop being
fucking drama queens and fucking use what remains of your shriveled and
desiccated brains, you fucking divas!�
Both men halted,
utterly astounded at her words, in effect doing as she had ordered without
having time to think about it.
�You are both so
fucking spoiled,� she continued
ranting. �Nothing fucking happened and
you�re ready to die over it! Well here�s a newsflash for you. No one
gets what they want a hundred percent of the fucking time. You fucking got away with a ticket � which
you don�t even have to fucking pay since no one fucking knows where we live � and
you�re . . .� She ran out of words and
just screamed, utterly furious. She then took off down the shoulder, looking
to all intents and purposes as if she were prepared to walk home.
Jeffrey took a
moment to collect himself from Salida�s tirade before running after her. �Vixen, wait! Where the fuck are you going?�
�Away from you two
fucking hotheads,� she seethed. �I
refuse to put up with this anymore. It�s
childish. You�re like two fucking
toddlers going up against each other over the last fucking cookie. Just divvy up the damn thing and get over it
already.�
�We�re fucking
done. I promiFor now. But there will be a
next time. There always fucking is. The silent addendum was explicit. Jeffrey growled at him, guessing at what he
was thinking. �Fine. I�m not going to fucking argue anymore.�
�Just get back in
the car, vixen. We�ll fucking stop
somewhere. Clear our heads, alright?�
Jeffrey tried to convince her.
�You get back in the fucking car. I am
clearing my head,� she growled.
�Come on, vixen. If I have to fucking follow you all the way
home, I will. But you�re still fucking
sick and I want you to come back to the car. Please? We�ll not say a word the entire trip if that�s
what you want.� Jeffrey knew he couldn�t
really promise such a thing when he knew Sands wouldn�t cooperate, but he had
to try.
�Thanks for the
effort, lover, but I�m fucking pissed at you both,� she ground out, picking up
her pace a little.
�Then be fucking
pissed. He�s not leaving,� Sands said
matching her pace. �What the fuck do you
want from me?�
�I fucking want you
both to stop trying to maim and
disfigure each other until you�ve at least healed from this round. I want you to fucking calm down and
think. Getting fucking arrested wouldn�t
have gotten you to see Aida any faster, now would it?� she asked caustically.
Sands opened his
mouth to say that he wouldn�t have gotten himself arrested, but he faltered. �No, it wouldn�t have,� he admitted softy.
Salida twirled
around and stared at him, a frown on her face.
She then stuck out her hand and demanded, �Give me the knife, Sands.�
�Why?� he asked
warily, his hand on the hilt.
�Because I don�t
fucking trust you or Jeffrey at the moment, but I know he�ll give it to me to
make my pissy mood go away.� She waited, tapping a foot against the
pavement. When he still hesitated, she
added, �Not to mention that I�ve got the fucking keys to the car.�
�Just give her the
fucking knife.�
Sands
half-attempted to scowl at Jeffrey before pulling the knife from his belt and
placed the sheathed blade in her hand. �Now
what, sunrise?�
She took the knife
and put it in her other pocket. Handing
over the keys, she glared and wrapped her arms around herself. �I swear, the next time I have to do this, I
will fucking make you regret it.�
�Fine,� Sands said
turning to walk back to the car.
�I�m fucking
driving until you calm the fuck down,� Jeffrey told him sternly as they walked.
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