Damndest Thing

Title: Resurrected Our Thoughts
Author: Jmaria
Rating: FR-15
Disclaimer: I do not own the concepts of Dark-Hunters (Kenyon), White Lighters (Spelling) or Slayers (Whedon) & sundry others. I do own Sheyle and Malachi, along with Hank’s name change to Henrik
Summary: Ten snippets of the Resurrected ‘Verse. Multiple focuses.
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A/N: So this was the third and final ten songs on random set that I wrote. (Actually, this came first, then the Mari set, then the Tea ‘verse set, but whatever.) Between the time I wrote them and the time I went back to edit them, I somehow deleted the actually play list I’d saved so I could go back and write down the song info.

Resurrected Our Thoughts
Damnedest Thing

Sheyle stared at him in complete disbelief. How could the sweet bumbling man she’d mistaken for just another clueless civilian for a deadly killer? Of course, it wa the eyes. His eyes were gorgeous. Damn him.

Henrik would have a field day with this one when she told him. And she was gonna have to. As long as he didn’t make her tell Otto. That was one scary son of a bitch she wouldn’t have wanted to meet up with in a dark alley, even if they were playing for the same team.

“Malachi is your name?”

“Yes.”

“And you’re - what are you?”

“I’m not a threat.”

“No, you just know about the baddies in the world, but you’re not a threat to me or my - Henrik?”

“The man thinks of you as a daughter.”

“I know that!” Jerk.

“And he’s a Dark-Hunter.”

“He’s my Dark-Hunter. And I swore an oath to keep him safe. Nothing - not even a hot otherworldly guy - is going to make me give up his secrets.”

“I know all of his secrets, Sheyle. You’re not giving me anything.”