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Summary: Fred's arrival in St. Louis isn't exactly what Jason is expecting.

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Anita Blake > Fred-Centered(Past Donor)DeanieFR1544,15011811,50010 May 0317 Nov 07No

In Your Bed

Title: In Your Bed
Author: Deanie
Rating: FR15ish
Fandoms: Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Anita Blake
Disclaimer: Fred (and everything Angel) belongs to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy.
Jason and the crew from Anita Blake’s universe belongs to Laurell K. Hamilton.
Author's Note: For the AB-verse, after Cerulean Sins. For Angel, after the fourth season finale, “Home.”
Spoilers for: Angel 4-22, “Home,” and for Cerulean Sins.
Sequel to: If Only He Knew, See Me Through, Zombie Issues.
Challenge: Prompt #049 (“Satin”) from TTH100_2

Winifred Burkle was going to die.

In fact, if she didn’t die soon, she wasn’t averse to doing something to help the process along.

Fred groaned. She’d never been in so much pain. Even when she’d been a captive in Pylea, tied and beaten, she’d never hurt so much. Every inch of her body throbbed, the skin so sensitive she could barely stand the touch of the satin sheets…

Wait. Satin sheets? She didn’t have satin sheets. In fact, she didn’t know anyone who had satin sheets… except for Angel. She wasn’t in Angel’s bed, was she? Because she didn’t remember what happened, and if she was in Angel’s bed, then things could be going very wrong, very fast.

She tentatively opened her eyes, afraid she’d see a recently-unsouled vampire standing over her, waiting to pounce. Nope. No Angelus. She looked around. Not the Hyperion, though definitely vamp-friendly. She was in a basement room of some kind – clearly window-free.

But where was she? Fred closed her eyes, trying to think back to the last thing that she could remember. She was in St. Louis…she’d gotten off the airplane…met that cute-but-cluelessly-insulting Jason…met the head vamp, Jean-Claude…headed off in the car…then…

That’s when things got fuzzy. She was heading off to…

Fred sat up straight in bed, ignoring the shooting pains that ran through her battered body. Portal! Demon! Flying monkey creatures!

She collapsed back on the bed. She’d closed the portal, but not before evil demon flying monkey creatures had emerged from the portal to terrify the city. Jason and her guard-wolves had held them off…until one had thrown her backwards into one of the thick walls of the back room of Danse Macabre and everything had gone black.

She was alive – though still debating whether that was a good thing or a bad thing – but where was she alive?

“Hey, you’re awake,” called a vaguely familiar voice.

Fred turned, seeing Jason silhouetted in the doorway to the room she was currently occupying. “Yes. Me. Awake. I think,” she said, groaning as her attempt to move sent pain ricocheting throughout her body.

He smiled. She was really beautiful, with her bed-head hair and sleep-filled eyes. Not to mention that he had her exactly where he’d wanted her from the moment he’d first laid eyes on her – his bed.

Which was something he shouldn’t be thinking about. She’d been injured, and was only in his bed to recuperate. She needed rest, not –

“Jason?” she asked, jolting him from his thoughts. “Uh…where, exactly, am I?”

He gave her a long, appreciative glance, smiling lasciviously. “In my bed.”

Her eyes widened and she slowly sat up, never taking her eyes off of him. “In your bed.”

“Yep.” He nodded. “You spent the night in my bed.”

“Wow,” she said. “I was hoping that the next time I spent the night in a guy’s bed I’d actually be able to remember it in the morning.”

“Are you okay? You hit the wall pretty hard. Dr. Lillian said that you’d be okay…”

“Dr. Lillian? I don’t remember seeing a doctor.”

“You were kind of unconscious at the time. But she assured us that it was just a concussion, and you’d be good as new with just a little rest.”

“Oh, good.” Head spinning, she sank back down in bed. “It’s good to know I’ll be fine. As soon as the room stops twirling around.”

“Can I get you anything?” he asked, perching on the side of the bed.

Fred groaned. Even lying down didn’t make any of the pain go away. Though at least the room was still… for now. “I think it’ll take the world’s largest aspirin to make this headache go away.”

Jason reached over onto the bedside table, popping open a small plastic bottle and picking up a glass of water. “Your wish is my command.” He slid one hand behind her head, holding her up as she swallowed the pills.

“Did you at least kill all the flying monkey demon things?”

The End?

You have reached the end of "If Only He Knew" – so far. This story is incomplete and the last chapter was posted on 17 Nov 07.

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