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Five Qwa'ha Xahns Illyria Never Had

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Summary: Title says it all. Five drabbles about Qwa’ha Xahns Illyria never had.

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Multiple Crossings > Fred/Illyria-CenteredDarkGoddessFR1351,525099,49716 Jul 0819 Sep 08Yes

The Old One and the Cop

Disclaimer: I don’t own Law & Order: Special Victims Unit, it belongs to Dick Wolf.


Illyria watched through the one-way mirror as her newest Qwa’ha Xahn questioned a man. She had, much to her chagrin, been forced to constantly take on the appearance and mannerisms of her shell. He hadn’t wanted to be her guide, but she had given him no choice. So he had passed her off as the product of a youthful indiscretion.

She eyed him as he emerged from the room.

“The bastard did it,” Elliot said, “I can tell.”

“Why do you not simply kill him?” Illyria asked, “He violated your laws and killed one of your kind. Is it not your way to take the life of one who has taken another’s life?”

“He did more than kill that little girl, but we don’t have enough evidence to get a conviction, yet. I’d love to just be able to kill scum like this and the soulless lawyers who get them off, but you have to rely on the system to do its job. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t miss the drop in crime when that Kira guy was around, though.”

“You are at the same time both like and unlike my last guide. He too had a strong sense of the concept you call ‘justice,’ but he also lusted for power. You do not, you only see it as your duty.”

“I was raised to believe there is a right and wrong and that those who do wrong should be punished. Didn’t you have laws in your time?”

“My whims were law. Those who opposed me perished and those who obeyed were allowed to live. There was no emotional stake in it, no right or wrong. It was simply the way of things.”

She considered the man in the room who sat waiting for his lawyer.

“Release him,” ordered Illyria.


“Release him,” she repeated, “I will follow him and get the answers you seek. He will tell you nothing, he does not fear you. I will make him afraid.”

“Why would you do that? I thought we’re nothing but ‘muck far below the notice of one such as yourself.”

“You are insects drowning in your own insignificance. However, I have no choice but to live in this world and I wish to learn about this ‘system’ of yours.”

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