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Summary: It was Friday afternoon and she was leaning against the same wall she always leant against. Drabble-fic. COMPLETE

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Anita Blake > Buffy-Centered(Past Moderator)FaithUnbreakableFR155436,613106903539,9312 Feb 0830 Mar 08Yes
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A/N: Oops? I'll try to do better but I'm sitting in a bubble watching life pass me by right now. Thanks for sticking out the drought.




People always assumed that just because Rafael kept out of business that wasn’t his own, he didn’t know what was going on in the city. He did. He had a small army of mercs, soldiers and other handy things under him. He commanded a firepower no other group in the city could match. At least not since Chimera. He was powerful.

One did not become so powerful by being lucky or stupid. Or unprepared. Narcissus had called him two days ago in the hopes of unsettling him with news of a new power house within the city limits. The hyena had hoped to talk the kind of the rodere into rash actions, into a fight against this new power simply because he felt threatened.

But Rafael was not Narcissus. He didn’t spend his days and nights holed up in a club, living a life of debauchery. No, Rafael had known about Elisabeth Summers for longer than any other power in this city. He had known since, a year ago, a stir had gone through the unclaimed parts of the city. There had been whispers of a new alpha. One who took loners under her wing. One who, if necessary, policed the unclaimed territories in a way Rafael knew had been needed. Too many loners meant too many fights and that meant attention. No-one wanted attention and Summers had calmed things down. Her mere presence was enough to set a rather fixed pecking order.

So Rafael had sent men out to investigate the new peace and they had brought back news of a tiny girl that didn’t give a damn whether you were alpha or omega, rat, wolf, hyena, bear, snake, lion, leopard, or any other flavour. What she cared about was peace in her home.

Weeks after the first reports, the Rat King himself had decided to check out this supposed child. He had found her in a restaurant that had seen better days, waiting table like any teenager in need of money and for two hours he had watched her flit about the room. There was no sign of her power, no hint at what she was, who she was. It he hadn’t had a black and white surveillance shot of her face in his pocket, he never would have figured her to be the one.

But then, after he had paid for and finished his dinner, after he’d had a cup of coffee, he stood and slowly made his way to the exit, hoping to catch a last glimpse of her. Instead he had actually run into her.

Later he was sure that she had done it intentionally but in that very second, he slid past her at the last possible moment, reaching out one hand to catch her tray in case she dropped it. She didn’t, catching it with a grace that was the first sign at all that she was more than human.

Their eyes met and for a long moment, they stared at each other, into each other. Then she had inclined her head to him in the tiniest of bows. A sign of respect, a greeting among leaders, among those that recognized each other. He had returned it and left the restaurant.

His bodyguards had asked what they were going to do about her as soon as he’d come home. He had shaken his head and told them, “We do nothing. She is no threat to us.”

And now, months later, Elisabeth Summers had still not given Rafael any reason to doubt his assessment. He’d call Asher later and maybe Richard, to make sure they knew of Narcissus anger. But that was all.

He’d already told Narcissus the same thing he’d told his own people, “We do nothing.”

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