None of the characters belong to me. I am just borrowing them from their respective creators.Summary:
Response to Jinni’s Challenge 391: Lyrics Challenge #1: Can one person ever really help a tortured soul rest in peace?PhoenixRae’s Notes:
It took me a while to figure out which characters to use for this fic, but since I doubt a ship for this two character's been done before, I took a chance and actually I saw a 'future' for this pairing. -winks- Kinda cheesy, but what can I say when this plot bunny idea invaded my head at 1:00 a.m.? -LoL-= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =
Can You Save Me?
= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = ="Cannot forget
Refuse to regret
So glad I met you
Take my breath away
Worth all of the pain that I've gone through...”
- The Sun
, Maroon 5
I DID SO MANY THINGS – DESPICABLE THINGS – in my lifetime that I am having a hard time regretting,” admitted the tall woman with shoulder-length dark hair, catlike green eyes and a wide mouth. She was a stunning woman. Very poised and cocky, but underneath the brash façade resides a woman suffering from unrequited love and more.
Her name was Lilah Morgan, a one-time hotshot lawyer from Los Angeles who died in the hands of one of her nemesis’ cohorts who turns out to be the source of all the chaos that shrouded LA at the time. She was in turn beheaded by her lover, and the only man she ever really allowed herself to care for, after she was found in the arms of the notorious vampire Angelus presuming he fed from her.
“You’re not alone on this journey, Lilah,” said the man with unkempt black hair and gray eyes. They found each other walking the misty white place with no exact place to be. They became partners in this unknown journey that would lead them…somewhere, eventually. But for now they were just walking and talking. He liked hearing her stories, of her rise to power and money with her years of dedication to some law firm called Wolfram & Hart.
Lilah stopped walking and looked at the average looking man whose company she was enjoying. She smiled at him although her eyes didn’t quite sparkle.
“Thanks for listening to me, Sirius. I don’t know why I’m blabbering away like this to you of all people.” She sounded embarrassed to be seen as vulnerable.
Sirius frowned and turned to face the engaging American woman. “Hey, I spent thirteen years rotting in prison for a crime I did not commit, and when I finally managed to escape the said prison, I spent the next three years hiding from authorities before I ended up where I am now,” he pointed out to her.
“But your demise from the world sounds more hero-worthy than mine,” she shrugged.
Sirius made a face. He cupped her face in his hands, urging her to meet his gaze. She was really a very attractive woman, and he couldn’t help but call that bloke who mistreated her after she gave her all to him all kinds of names for not appreciating what he had.
“No death is an unworthy death, Lilah. Sure some people die in battle while others die cowering away. But you,” he paused and closed the distance between them. “You, Lilah Morgan, did not die for nothing. Granted it took your death for your pathetic lover to realize that he has deep feelings for you, but at least you became this somewhat discombobulated light in his dark world.”
Lilah chuckled at his explanation, but she knew what he meant.
“Thanks, Sirius. And your death wasn’t a worthless death either. I’m sorry that you’re robbed off a lifetime with your godson, but your death was the anchor he obviously needed to hold on to in order to survive whatever ordeal he has to face.”
“Harry’s a very strong chap. Remus wouldn’t let anything happen to the boy, even if Harry’s the spitting image of his father, especially when it comes to getting himself tangled up in a mischief or two,” he grinned.
“Like father, like son. Like godfather
, like godson,” smiled Lilah.
Sirius’s mouth pulled to a smile as he repeated what Lilah just said. He looked back and remembered all those times he and James got into quite a lot of trouble. Harry sure inherited that trait from his father and him.
“We’ll be fine, Lilah,” he reassured her.
Lilah wrapped her hands around Sirius’ wrists and pulled his hands from cupping her face. Without breaking eye contact she took a step forward, stood on tiptoe and pressed her lips to his. It was a gentle kiss a first. She only meant to give him a thank you kiss, but Sirius must’ve thought it was for something else and he reacted by parting his lips and clamping it with hers.
Lilah was shocked at the tenderness in his kiss. When she was with Wesley, none of the kisses they shared were tender; it was always rough and hasty. But this…this she could get used to. She moaned against his mouth, leaning in closer and felt Sirius’ arms wrap around her, cradling her safely in his arms.
They were locked in each other’s embrace, kissing each other like they had all the time in the world. When they parted both were wearing genuine smiles on their faces.
“Thank you,” she murmured.
“No, Lilah, thank you
,” Sirius chided and planted a quick peck on her puckered lips. “You know, suddenly I am not feeling lost anymore now that I’ve found you,” he admitted.
Lilah felt her stomach do a somersault when she heard what he said. “Likewise, Sirius Black, likewise,” she agreed.