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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 let herself simply rest on top of Jeffrey, not caring about
anything. Truly, if she died right now,
she�d die a very contented woman. And
even all his threats about what would happen if she fell asleep weren�t enough
to keep her eyes from drooping. She was
worn out � physically and emotionally.
She�d never felt like this before in her liand and part of her hoped she
never would again, simply because of how exhausting it was and how completely
vulnerable it made her.

Sleep was beckoning for them both though, surprisingly enough, when
Salida�s stomach broke the silence, rumbling loudly. She moaned, suddenly realizing that she was
starving, but still too tired to move.
But her stomach growled again, and Jeffrey shifted underneath her, and
she realized that she was going to have to get up.

�My voracious little vixen,� Jeffrey murmured, letting go of her to
stretch. It was strange. He�d never been so satisfied that he could
honestly say that he didn�t really want to have sex at the moment. He�d take it if it were offered � he thought
� but he was alright if it wasn�t. �God, Salida, you�ve fucking drained me dry,�
he muttered, slightly unhappy ind ind that it was true.

�My pleasure,� she mumbled against his shoulder, still not wanting to
get up, still wanting to go to sleep.
But she was hungry, and with hunger came the realization that the r
ar
around her was starting to cool. With a
groan she sat up, then slowly climbed off Jeffrey�s
lap. Her muscles quivered and
complained, but she forced them to support her for the moment anyway. �I think room service is in order,� she
whispered, shaking her head as the blood drained from it and black spots danced
before her vision. �You�re not the only
one who�s depleted, lover.�

�Room service, huh?� Jeffrey said with a raise of an eyebrow. �And what makes you think I�m going to let
either of us get up and get dressed long enough to answer the door when it
comes? Or to even order it for that
matter?� Jeffrey asked, in truth not even sure he had the energy to get out of
the now cold water before he turned into a complete prune.

And Salida knew it. �What do I
get if I all your bluff?� she murmured, still feelingightightfully hazy from
all the endorphins and whatnot floating around in her veins. �Never mind.
She threw that in because she knew what he
was going to say.

�You�re no fun,� Jeffrey said with a slight pout at her comment. �I�ll have New York
strip steak. Rare.�

Salida rolled her eyes. �Is there
anything else that you ever eat?�

�No, not really,� Jeffrey said after a moment�s thought. �I�m just a carnivore at heart.�

�Yeah, I figured that,� she muttered under her breath. �Fine. '>
How rare?� Salida asked, not quite sure she wanted to know, but unable
to stop herself from asking.

�Let the fucking cow look at the oven in terror, and then send it up
here,� Jeffrey said with a completely serious look on his face.

Salida grimaced and spoke into the phone. �I�d also like a New
York strip as bloody as you can safely make it. an>Aan>Alright, thank you,� she said, hanging up the
phone.

Flopping down on the bed, Salida rolled herself up in the rumpled covers
of the bed, the heat from their earlier bath and �encounter� starting to
dissipate. This can�t be normal. I should
get that checked out. However, she
liked being able to wrap herself in blankets, and it had the added benefit of
covering her from head to toe, and hopefully relieving some of the temptation
her otherwise close to unclothed body might present for Jeffrey.

And speaking of Jeffrey, he was ignoring her again. She had to admit that he didn�t have the best
people skills � go figure � but that didn�t really bother her. It just meant that she had to take the
initiative in conversations. She could
live with that.

�How long as it been?� she asked his back.

Her question got a response from her lover. �What are you talking about?�

�Do you know how long it�s been since that night? The one in Boston? I never really paid much attention to dates simply
because it�s hard to keep the days straight when you�re in someone else�s
head. I was wondering how long we�ve
known each other.� Jeffrey still didn�t
look inclined to answer. In a huff,
Salida continued, �Look, regardless of how long we�ve known each other, all
we�ve ever really done is fuck each
other�s brains out. And while I have no
complaints or regrets about that, I�d . . . I�d like to get to know you while I
can. And since sex is out of the question
for the moment, I thought we could talk.
You fascinate me. I love your
voice. I could sit and listen to you
talk forever.� She untangled an arm and
reached towards him. �I just want to get
to know you. Tell me I�m acting like a
woman, but it�s true. I am a woman, and underneath the imbalances
and the insanity, I want most of the things that other women want. Granted, my priorities are different . . .
.� She trailed off when she realized
she�d started giving a speech. �Ah,
fuck,� she muttered, giving up and rolling so her face was buried in a pillow.

She dared a glance up a few minutes later to find Jeffrey staring at her
with the most curious expression on his face.
He looked as if he were halfway between laughing out
loud and kissing her. �Fine, you
want to talk. I suppose we can do that,
vixen.� He leaned over the edge of the
bed and pulled up his pants, patting down the pockets. After a moment�s searching he pulled out his
cigarettes and lighter and proceeded to light one. He didn�t miss the roll of Salida�s eyes as
she glanced to the prominent �No Smoking� sign plastered on the top of the
bedside table. Jeffrey exhaled a cloud
of smoke out through his nose without a care in the world. �So, what would you like to know?�

Salida watched him for a moment, trying to figure out if he was being
sincere or merely patronizing her, but had to give up. She couldn�t tell. Then she tried to think of something she
really wanted to know. Something about
him, but not necessarily related to the fact that he liked to kill people. This is
harder than I thought it would be, she complained to herself. �If you could live anywhere you wanted, where
would it be?� She knew the question was
random, but it was the only thing she could think of at the moment.

Jeffrey tapped a bit of ash onto the carpet before speaking. �I liked DC, but the fucking cops are after
me there so I suppose I�d live in New York City. I like the anonymity. If not in the US,
then I don't know, Rome maybe? It�s the first place that comes to fucking
mind. How about you, vixen? It�d be somewhere warm, no doubt. With your fucking long love for the cold and
all,� he said with a smirk before taking a long drag on his cigarette.

The answer was easy for her. �New
Orleans. It�s
warm most of the year, and I could probably pass as the local �crazy woman,�
because they don�t mind those down there.
Not to mention they�ve got a rather large Mardi
Gras celebration. I just like the
atmosphere of the place. I�d get a
little place in the French quarter, someplace with a small backyard and tall
hedges for privacy, and I�d sit outside in a hammock, whatever the weather.�

Still holding the blankets around her, Salida sat up and leaned against
Jeffrey�s side, taking one of his hands in hers. There was a tattoo of the num�3� �3�
there. She�d noticed it � and his other
tattoos before � but she�d never really asked about them. �Can we go get a tattoo later?� she asked a
bit randomly, but then again, her mind didn�t seem to want to stick long on a
single thought for long, a symptom of being overly tired.

Jeffrey quirked an eye at that, and moved back on the bed so he could
cross his legs. The towel stretched and
protested across his hips, but he didn�t care.
If it fell, it fell. Hen>He looked
down at his arms as if seeing them for the first time, not answering Salida�s
question quite yet. Sands did have a
fucking lot of tattoos. Something that
had always surprised him. Not that
Jeffrey minded tattoos � pain had always appealed to him � but Sands had always
struck him as the type who would hate something so permanent etched upon his
body. Salida must have seen the
thoughtful expression on his face because she asked him what he was thinking about. �I didn�t get
any of these tattoos,� Jeffrey said, not taking his eyes from his arms and
hands. �They�re all Sands�. So yeah, sure. I�ll get a fucking tattoo with you. Make my own little mark as it were.�

�I�m sorry,� Salida said, apologizing both for asking the question in
the first place and for things that were out of her control . . . like how
Jeffrey had never gotten a tattoo.

�Not your fault, vixen,� Jeffrey said, taking a drag on his cigarette.

Salida shrugged. �Ok, how about
this one: where are you going after this?
After you leave Las Vegas?�

Jeffrey thumbed the butt of the cigarette in thought at that before
speaking. �To tell you the truth, I
haven�t fucking thought about it. I�ve
never been one to plan ahead,� aid aid with a shrug. �I suppose I�ll stay on the West Coast for
awhile. The East Coast is a bit . . . well, it�s fucking hazardous for my health at the
moment. But I definitely wouldn�t want
to stay in Vegas. I�ve never liked this
fucking place. Too garish, somehow. It makes my fucking head hurt. And I don�t like the desert. The heat doesn�t bother me, but you can have
the fucking desert. I�d probably go to California. I like fucking big cities I can get lost in. But if I hadn�t
gone on a couple of killing sprees back home, that�s where I�d go back to. I like the East Coast. How about you vixen?� he asked, tossing his
spent cigarette across the room before reaching to grab another from where he
had placed them at the edge of the bed.

�I�ll probably go ahead and go to New Orleans
. . . start looking for that house. I�d
like to travel, but my income is rather fixed, but I�ll make do. I did manage to transfer some of the accounts
that Tess had money going into from stocks, so I�ll have a steady income and
all.� Why had she brought this topic
up? Why would she fucking want to know what
he was going to be doing after he left her?
�Your turn to pick a question.�
Because if she didn�t get her attention diverted, she was going to
obsess over this, and she didwantwant to do that.

Jeffrey looked over at her, noticing the blank look on her face. He was surprised she was handing over the
reigns of the conversation already.
�Avoiding something, vixen?�

She nodded. �I�ll want to ask it
sooner or later, but not yet. I don�t
want to ask it yet.�

Jeffrey narrowed his eyes a bit at that, but didn�t press the issue for
now. �Fine, you want me to hop on board
this fucking query wagon, I�m up for it.
What was it like for you when you found out you were just a voice in a
fucking schizophrenic�s head?� Jeffrey muttered, immediately regretting the
question. Some things were better left
unasked and unanswered. He had been
pissed off at her reluctance to talk about whatever she was holding back from
him. He didn�t like secrets, and he
liked secrets from her even less.
/spa/span>Salida heard the irritation in his voice, but she didn�t bother getting
upset over it. It was the lesser of two
evils, as far as she could see.

�I don�t know what youn byn by �just.�
�Just a voice.� I don�t even
remember how it all really started.
People don�t remember the day of their birth, or the years that
necessarily come after that. All I
remember was that it was really warm, and Tess was out in the sun. And then I sat back for awhile and learned
about her and her family. I don�t think
I really even �displayed� myself in the classic sense until Tess was twenty or
so. There was never a stage where I
thought, �What the hell is this? Why
don�t I get a body?� Everything was a dream that slowly became
reality. I think I would like to
paint. As a hobby. I like making people a bit scared of me
because then they won�t try to put their nose in my business. I like fire, and smoke, and watching coals
die in a cloud of steam from cool water.
I like the rain. I like the smell
of old books bound in leather. I like
being just girly enough that it�s attractive, but not distractive. I like staying on the border between sleep
and wakefulness for as long as I can.�
She turned her head to look at him.
�Is that good enough?�

�For that question. You haven�t
answered the rest.� He watched a veil
close over her eyes again, and sighed.
�Talk to me, vixen. You know that
wasn�t good enough. What do want
afterwards? After our time tonight is
over? You can�t fucking
avoid it forev�� Jeffrey was cut off by the sound of
knocking at the hotel room door and he cursed whatever being that might be
listening for its fucking horrible ng.Fuck, he thought to himself, not looking up when Salida returned to
the room.

Salida knew she�d only postponed her interrogation, and that she
probably wouldn�t be able to avoid it forever, unless she avoided the person
interrogating her . . . and she didn�t want to do that. Having set down the food in the eating area,
she went back to the bedroom and paused in the doorway, observing the dark look
on Jeffrey�s face with an internal wince.
�Umm . . . the food�s here, lover.
I put it on the table. I think
I�m in enough trouble what with torn bedsheets and
cigarette ashes to risk stains on the bed.�
This was the first time she�d ever felt uncomfortable around Jeffrey, so
she did what came naturally . . . she left the room and hoped he�d follow. She didn�t start eating,
she just sat and waited in the near darkness.

It was a few minutes before Jeffrey joined her. He didn�t say anything, but he seemed to be
in a better mood. More . . . decisive? More sure of himself? I�m not
sure that�s possible. But he had
appeared to have made some sort of decision.
She just hoped that it was something she was going to like.

Jeffrey purposefully didn�t say anything to her for two reasons. One was because he was still pissed off at
her escape. The second was that he
enjoyed trying to throw her off her game as effectively as she seemed to do to
him at every occasion possible. He sat
down across from her and reached over to grab the fork and steak knife set for
him in the middle of the table. He then
pulled off the cover and stared at the bloody steak intently, poking at the
center of it with his knife. It wasn�t
quite as rare as what he had had in mind, but it would do. He then began to eat his steak dinner without
comment or preamble, feeling Salida�s stare on him the entire time. Let her
stare, he thought to himself, trying not to
smirk. If she wasn�t ready to up the
ante yet, that was fine with him. He
would be here when she changed her mind.
For now, he was going to simply sit there eating his steak, his mind at
peace with itself for the first time since . . . well, ever. He had made his ce.
�Not a good way to start a mage.age.�

�Shut the hell up, Sands,� Salida replied. �This is none of your business.�
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�But it is mine,� Jeffrey put in, a frown on his face.

�It�s nothing. Just a little . .
. internal advice I could do without at the moment, in a voice I haven�t heard
in awhile. Not that its
eager to offer more.�

�Good, od, this isn�t going to fucking turn into a foursome, is it?�

�Tell me, Sunrise, is your voice as fucking annoying as Jeffrey is?� Sands
asked, making light conversation. He was
warming to the girl somewhat. Standing
up to him had raised his opinion of her somewhat, but she still had a long
fucking way to go yet.

�Answer the question vixen,�
Jeffrey said, ignoring Sands.

�Which one, yours or Sands�?� Salida asked, attempting once more to
change the subject. She really didn�t
want to talk about this right now, and the bed was starting to look more and
more inviting with every passing second.

�You know what I�m talking about,� Jeffrey said firmly. �Is Tess ng bng back to give you
trouble? Tell me, vixen.�

�No. At least, I don�t think
so. She said that life was hard, and
that it hurt, and that she wanted no part of it.� She tried to lighten the mood. �Of course, she�s a schizo
too, so who knows when that might change?�
The joke fell flat, so she turned back to reassurance. �She�s just trying to make a point, but she
hasn�t come out of her hidey-hole. I was
just startled, that�s all. Three weeks
is a lifetime, when you�ve only been �alive� for four or five.� She wanted Jeffrey to hold her, and would
have taken the first step herself, but didn�t know how to.

Jeffrey seemed to sense what she wanted and walked over to where she sat
and pulled her to her feet and into his arms.
He held her there for a few long minutes, marveling that Sands hadn�t
said a fucking word the entire time.
�Come back to bed, vixen. And if
you�ve got a problem with that, Sands, I don�t fucking care.�

For a long minute, Sands didn�t speak.
When he finally did, it was with a sigh.
�No, I suppose I don�t have a problem with it. There�s not much I can do about it, is there? You�re fucking here to stay, aren�t you
sunrise?�

Salida let Jeffrey lead her over the bed, surprise and confusion making
her almost as tired as she�d been the night before . . . but she still had the
strength of will to stand up to Sands.
�Yeah, I�m here to stay. Until
one of the three of us kills the other.�
She slipped under the blankets, rolling onto her side. Jeffrey watched her for a moment before
climbing in after her and wrapping an arm around her waist. She stiffened for a moment, then relaxed. This
was Jeffrey . . . she knew him. But just
for safety�s sake she muttered, �You lay one hand on me Sands, and I swear I�ll
break it. And then, considerate wife
that I am, I�ll set it for my husband.�
Then to Jeffrey she said, �You can watch TV or something if you want,
unless you were planning to sleep too.�

�I�ll keep that in mind, sunrise,� Sands said with a smirk. In truth, he was actually beginning to like
this girl. She had spirit.

�I�ll sleep. It�s better than
having Sands sit there and complain about which shows he wants to watch,�
Jeffrey said with a frown.

�It�s not my fault that you have no taste whatsoever,� Sands muttered
into Salida�s shoulder as Jeffrey leaned in toward her. �I promise that you�ll wake up alive,
sunrise. That�s thet I t I can do for the
moment,� Sands said, feeling the urge to reassure her for some unknown reason.

Her only reply was, �Get your lips off me.�

Sands rolled his eyes, then rolled away from
Salida. The woman simply curled into a
ball and to all appearances, went to sleep.
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