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This story is No. 1 in the series "Loves Fool". You may wish to read the series introduction first.

Summary: She had been fighting for him with a women she had never met and lost.

Categories Author Rating Chapters Words Recs Reviews Hits Published Updated Complete
Anita Blake > Willow-Centered > Pairing: Asher(Past Donor)lckybrFR182239,53556064,6444 Jun 052 Jun 07Yes

Ending left unsaid

Okay people here is the last chapter I thank you for taking this ride with me! And as always reviews are appriciated, i'm thinking about doing some drabbles for this fic, let me know if you think it's a good idea.

Ali




Ending left unsaid


The doctor let me go home two days after I woke up. It’s been nearly a month since I’ve been out. He kept telling me how lucky I was that there was no swelling in my brain for the hit I took when I was slammed against the wall, not to mention the amount of time I was dead.

I died.

Shaking my head at the thought, it was such a Buffy thing to do. Die and come back, I guess we all had to do it at least once.

For a time I thought about leaving, the bad was gone we didn’t need help anymore. Richard, one of Anita’s sometimes sweetie’s I met maybe two weeks ago, he was the one who convinced me to stay. I was now Vagamor for his pack, I don’t think Anita was happy with it, but I thought it was a good idea. So did JC, that way if someone decided to come after India again she’d have the
pack’s protection as would I.

I guess Anita isn’t so bad, we aren’t exactly friends but we aren’t enemies either. She’s even watched India a couple of times, both times she was with Asher but I guess she’d trying to get along. India likes it when she rocks her to sleep. Sometimes the animator can look at her with such tenderness, almost forgetting who India’s father is.

Asher is trying; I mean really trying to be a father, he made a nursery for her. It’s next to Jason’s room, the cement walls were covered with light pink wallpaper that had bunnies running across the ceiling. The carpet was ankle deep crème and soft to the touch. I almost cried when I seen it cause it’s the nicest thing she’s ever had. In-between running for our lives and trying to keep her safe I never had a chance to give her nice baby things. In the room there is a night light that cast dancing pictures on the wall when the main light was off, I think it was a sensor because it didn’t have a switch.

She even had her own clothes there, more then I thought a baby needed, she’d grow most of them out in a couple of months but the vampire insisted she be pampered.

Asher and I would never be together again, we both knew. He loves Anita, maybe he still loves me but to hang on to that last hope was a dying wish.

The thought didn’t hurt, that I’d never again have him hold me in his arms, I thought it would. I no longer carry any of his marks. I guess me dying erased them; Anita said something similar happened to her a few years back.

I’m not sure if Asher and I will ever be friends, sure he’s the father of my child but I can’t seem to get passed the fact that he denied India when we first showed up here.

“How about this color?” I looked up at Jason. He held a strip of red out to me and I shook my head.

The apartment I had wasn’t the nicest ever, I thought once I painted it and bought some new carpet it would brighten the place up a whole lot, at least until I could afford something better.

JC wanted me to work for his corporations, helping him set up web pages and stuff for his companies. I updated all of his databases and made his accounts easier to handle. He gave me a nice check with many zeros. I was tempted to keep it but it was too much for sucha simple job.

He cut it in half and still it was enough for a down payment and a couple months rent till I could get on my feet. I had an interview set up with the SLU Computers in the blood district.

“Red seems too aggressive.” I picked out pale lavender and looked it over.

“Maybe this color for India’s room? The furniture I bought her is white it would look nice, don’t you think?”

He made a face, “It’s such a girlie color.”

Rolling my eyes I shoved him playfully, “She is a girl you know.”

Jason looked down at India who was tied into her car seat; she blinked big blue eyes at him and then gave a baby smile.

“No she isn’t she’s a big bad man eater!”

Faith pushed the baby away from him, giving him a glare, “Get away from the baby.”

They had a sort of on again off again relationship. Sometimes I’d come home and Jason’s coat would be on the sofa. I don’t think it was serious, Jason wanted a girl that would be his one and only and so far Faith was fine with just having an occasional partner.

Faith sped ahead with the cart, and my heart jumped into my throat, “Be careful!”

India’s car seat was in the front, I trusted Faith with the baby but sometimes she did some dangerous stuff around the kid.

Jason slipped an arm over my shoulders, “Don’t panic red, she’s in good hands.”

Faith got a job at Guilty Pleasures, she’s security. I think she just wanted to work there cause of all the male bodies, it was any straight woman’s fantasy.

“What are you so quiet for?” the words were whispered next to my ear, I poked Jason in the side.

“Nothing, just thinking.”

He shook his blond hair out of his eyes, it was starting to grow back and he had yet to cut it, but it somehow looked thicker then it used to.

“Sex?”

Rolling my eyes I pushed him away, “That’s what your mind is always onbuddy, not mine.”

He pouted, “I can’t help being a man.”

“Hurry up!” Faith called over her shoulder. I thought not being with Asher would hurt, in some way. But I’m starting to realize that we don’t have to be in a relationship to be happy. In fact I’m happier now then I have been in a long time, and it was just where I wanted to be.



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