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Summary: My own forays into the wonderful world of Fic-for-Alls. Crossovers used: Labyrinth, Anita Blake, White Collar, Highlander, Harry Potter, Castle, In Death, House, NCIS, Merry Gentry, Bones, Leverage, Num3rs, Star Trek and Supernatural

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Multiple Crossings > Multiple Pairings > Ficlet Collections - FFAChristyFR182819,2821211,0218 Oct 1227 May 13No

Screwing Your Head on Straight

Title: Screwing Your Head on Straight
Author: Christy
Rating: FR 18
Fandom/Theme: Angel/Anita Blake
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters featured here. They belong to their respective creators and production companies.
Distribution: and TtH
Series: FFA Madness #10; A Bigger World #3
FFA Pairing: Faith/Larry Kirkland
Spoilers: During/right after the newest “Anita Blake” book
Summary: Faith and Larry butt heads about what it means to be a US Preternatural Marshal
Author's Note: I LOVE the AB series, but I really don't like how Larry's been acting as of late. This is not me saying I don't like the way LKH is writing him, more that I don't like the way he's being, so this is my way of having someone else say what I, and Anita, are thinking.

Kirkland had come into work with his wife, since their little girl was happily enjoying herself at Grandma's at the moment. Tammy knew Larry had been upset that most of the recent Marshal postings had been going to Anita, but figured that it had been due to the fact of her being in Washington DC until recently. Then Brice had come in for the latest vampire issue and Larry had lost it when he'd come home. He'd paced back and forth, talking about how he'd gotten into the zombie raising business because, as everyone knew, it was a natural ability that HAD to be used, one way or another. He hadn't expected shootouts or kidnappings or killings, but that seemed to be part and parcel with being Blake's apprentice. Tammy had managed to calm her husband down, but as he walked into the precinct beside her, nodding at people he knew, she noted that the greetings seemed a little more stilted than they'd been before she'd left to help the Feds out.

What happened while I was gone? she wondered as a brunette in leather pants sauntered past them and into Captain Storr's office. She turned to Larry to ask him who she was, but all he wanted to do was glare at the new arrival. “Hon, who was that? Last I knew, Anita was the only other Marshal who was helping out RPIT.”

Larry's lips thinned even more. “Marshal Faith Lehane- she moved here from Cleveland about six months ago. I heard that she used to work with Angelus, the Master of LA, before coming out to the Midwest. Just another example of a Marshal turning into a monster because of the freaks she hangs out with,” he commented nastily. Turning to his wife, he said “Did you know that, before vampires were citizens, she had one of the highest body counts outside of Anita? Apparently she's one of those European trained mercenaries- a slayer, I think they said.”

Tammy was surprised to note the brunette turned around in the closed door office to look at them both for a moment before turning back to the Captain and commenting something that had him whipping open the door and demanding both Kirklands come into his office. While Tammy sauntered in, puzzled, Larry stomped in reluctantly, reminding her more of their three year old than her lover at the current moment. “Captain?”

Storr folded his arms across his chest and sat back down, eyebrows raised in Larry's direction. “Care to repeat your comments on Marshal Lehane again, Marshal Kirkland?” he asked firmly.

Larry turned surprised eyes to the woman currently perched on the edge of the desk. “You heard that?” he asked.

“What? Forgtot to read up on how I'm the only current Slayer with enough experience to test out as a Executioner/Federal Marshal? You've got a huge chip on your shoulder there if you forgot to do that, Larry boy.”

Larry crossed his own arms and tried to stare her down, which only made her grin wider at him. “We kill monsters- doesn't mean we need to be one or be friends with them,” he repeated firmly.

Faith scratched her head in mock confusion. “So, we kill monsters, but we're what? Evil if we hang out with them? So then, you don't like hanging out with Blake and her sweeties at her house?”

Larry, starting to realize the depth of his misstep, tried to backtrack. “No, Nathaniel and Jason and Micah are all good. They're not soulless bodies with no concern for human life,” he clarified.

His fellow Marshal jumped off the desk, stalking towards him until he'd backed up against the door. “So, what you're saying is that being, pardon the term, coffin bait, takes someone from a legitimate helpful force into a liability?” she asked him, deadly calm and serious for a change.

“Yes, when a vampire can use you to help control others, how can you be sure that they're not guiding the witness or scaring them into confessing? It's monstrous and anyone who thinks that's ok to do is as much a monster as the one who does it,” Larry elaborated.

Storr went to say something, but Faith held up a hand as she backed away a bit from Larry. “In other words, if there's someone who's willing to go to the extremes, if it means saving peoples' lives, but uses supernatural powers to do so, they shouldn't be considered human, in the eyes of the law, I mean?”

Tammy held her breath in anticipation of her husband's next words, finally realizing where this had been going and too late to stop it.

“Yes, that's what I'm saying,” Larry stated firmly and Tammy closed her eyes in defeat.

Faith leaned back from her position over Larry and turned to Dolph. “I know you suspected it, even after Blake and Zerbrowski mentioned it, but hearsay wouldn't be admissable in the hearing.”

Larry turned to look at her in disbelief. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Simple, Kirkland- both the St Louis Police Department and two, no three fellow Marshals have petitioned that you be brought up for review about whether or not you should be removed as a Federal Marshal, citing your constant prejudicial comments as evidence,” she informed him coldly.

“Well, everything said here is still hearsay too,” he said confidently, but his smirk faded as Faith's grew and she pulled a mike out of her top.

“Not when it'd been recorded, it's not, and before you ask, I only had to get Captain Storr's permission to record in his office. You're a fucking disgrace to the Preternatural branch, Kirkland,” she spat out and walked out of the office.


Edward was waiting for her after she came out of the St Louis FBI office after filing the report, complete with testimonies from Anita, Zebrowski, Dolph, Edward, Brice, and, surprisingly, Tammy. When she'd shown up at Faith's place, tearfully holding onto a couple of sheets with her statement, Faith was hesitant, but when Tammy had stammered out her concerns and worries, ending with the declaration that Larry wasn't the same man she'd married and she thought counseling was the next step, Faith had put a little more credence in her perspective on things.

“So, how'd it go?” he asked as she jumped over the door into the passenger seat of the convertible.

“Better than I thought- most Slayers are viewed with a bunch of skepticism, since we're not allowed to use our mystical calling in the States now that vamps are citizens. Couple that with the Sunnydale Syndrome spell the late mayor had on the town- well, all the non-Sunnydale vamps knew about the truth, like Angelus, but that spell was wicked powerful- the longer they stayed, the more they forgot about how things were in the rest of the world.”

“So I take it Angelus is a member of Bella Morte's line then?” Edward asked as he drove through the city towards his house.

“Oh yeah,” Faith moaned, writhing in the seat for a moment before grabbing a hold of his rapidly hardening cock and rubbing on it as she continued to moan into his ear. Getting up onto her hands and knees and leaning closer, she whispered “Hurry up and get us home and I'll show you some of the tricks Angel and Cordelia taught me to do to a man.”

Edward's foot merely slammed down on the accelerator a little harder as his lover laughed with glee beside him.
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