If I Needed You

We have some new shots of us, one by the pool. Cute, huh?
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WHAT IF:
1. I died:
2. I kissed you:
3. I lived next door to you:
4. You found out I was married:
5. I stole something:
6. I was hospitalized:
7. I refused to leave my home:
8. I got into a fight while you were there:

WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT MY:
9. Personality:
10. Eyes:
11. Hair:
12. Family:

WOULD YOU:
13. Help me hide a body?
14. Keep a secret if I told you one?
15. Hold my hand?
16. Take a bullet for me?
17. Try to solve my problems?
18. Love me?
19. Date me?

HAVE YOU EVER:
20. Lied to make me feel better?
21. Wanted to kiss me?
22. Wanted to kill me?
23. Broke my heart?
24. Kept something important from me?
25. Thought I was unbearably annoying?

AND MORE:
26. Who are you?
27. Are we friends?
28. Describe me in three words?
29. What was your first impression?
30. Do you still think that way about me now?
31. What reminds you of me?
32. If you could give me anything, what would it be?
33. How well do you know me?
34. When's the last time you saw me?
35. Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't?

B. Mun Questionaire - Complete the following:

Of all your muses...

1. Which one is the most sexually confident?

Alexandre and Alexa, for different reasons. Alexa is much more confident with Mark. Methos is quite confident, but then, after 5000 years, that's to be expected.

2. Which is the most innocent?
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Hey baby...how about some new pictures?
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Here, Milo...

Moving some of my RP and community stuff here. For those unaware, I walked away from much of LJ, and from the Tammys. I've had it with the backstabbing, and I would rather play with two or three people, than to deal with Psychoslut and her gang of idiots.

Anyone have questions? Let me know.

The man on the screen was relaxing in a luxurious leather chair, surrounded by all of the trappings of his ill gotten wealth. His handsome face had a highly contented look on it. When he looked at the camera, he lifted a glass of brandy, with a tip of his head in salute.

"Cas. Long time, no see, my friend." The mocking tone made it clear that he was no friend, and the insolent smirk was genteel enough to be truly irritating. "Just got in from Huw Tothas. I have a confession to make, and I hope you'll find it in your mercenary little heart to forgive me, old buddy. See, I ran into one of your toys, and I was so enthralled by the beauty of it, I just had to pick it up and play with it." He took a drag off a cigar, and laughed, a grating sound on the transmitted message. "But, I got carried away, Tarrant, and I think I broke it. Oh, well, it's not like you care, is it? Cas Tarrant doesn't care about anything but his next drink. But if you're angry with me, over your cast off, broken little toy, let me know. I'll send you five...no, I feel generous...ten credits to cover your loss. But it worth it, pal. Those lips, that golden hair. Oh, and one very fine ass. Too bad you won't ever enjoy it in the same condition, but that's life. A never ending cycle of loss. See you real soon, Cas, and again, I'm so sorry for the damage."

The message was sent out on encrypted channels, to known hideouts and allies of Cas Tarrant. Then Belit took refuge in his safe hideaway, and waited till the bastard found out.

Fandom: Highlander
Title: No Heroes, No Rescue
Author: alexa_bond Manda
Theme(s): Romances/18/Rescue
Pairing/Characters: Mark Carter/Alexa Bond
Rating: R – for discussion of rape, sadism, violence
Disclaimer/claimer: Alexa was created by Panzer Davis. Mark Carter/Cas Tarrant was created by Jaye, and is used with her kind permission in limited forms. Fenton is used with his writer’s kind permission, and Nick Vanzant was created by Walter Hill in “Supernova”, and is used here by me.
Critiques: sure
Summary: Alexa is forced to be her own emotional rescue, on the precipice between giving up and going on.
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Fandom: Highlander
Title: Whispers of Kindness, Whispers of Cruelty
Author: alexa_bond Manda
Theme(s): Romances/30/Whisper
Pairing/Characters: Mark Carter/Alexa Bond
Rating: PG13
Disclaimer/claimer: Alexa was created by Panzer Davis. Mark Carter/Cas Tarrant was created by Jaye, and is used with her kind permission in limited forms.
Critiques: sure
Summary: Alexa finally has to face the inevitable.
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Of all the things that she had ever been before, she had never been hungry. Never like this. Her stomach ached with the pain of it, and she felt lightheaded and dizzy as she made her way to work. In the weeks since her confrontation with Belit, no one had tipped her. Not as a bartender, not as a dancer. The money that she made in wages was barely enough to cover the rent on her place, it wouldn’t pay for food or leave anything for her to save so that she could have her next regenerative treatment. Thank god that was months away, but still, it was a worry she didn’t need.

Her pride wouldn’t let her go to Fenton. The cantina was still her best hope of finding Mark, and since she had met Selina, she was more sure than ever that he was out there, somewhere. The owner of the bar was a decent enough sort, willing to stand up to Belit enough not to fire her. He urged her to consider becoming a companion in his stable, but Alexa refused. She wasn’t a prude, nor did she judge those who chose prostitution as survival. But she couldn’t imagine what he would think if he were to see her doing that, even though they made three times as much as she did.

It had been four days since she had eaten anything solid. She was allowed drinks at the bar, and she drank a milky banana drink that had some substance to it, without the alcohol, but she still felt weak. It made her angry, knowing that this had something to do with Belit, and the pressure he was putting on her to sleep with him. Selina told her that she should, that her husband would understand that she needed to survive. But something told Alexa that Belit wanted her for a reason that was deeper than sexual desire. He knew her, somehow, and the only way he could do that was if he knew Mark, or knew of him. When she floated the idea to Selina, the other woman just clammed up and shrugged.

Jojuk, one of her regular customers, had quietly told her that Belit had threatened to harm anyone who tipped her. Alexa would dance, and see the man’s smirking face as no one gave her a single tip. The other girls and the customers all looked sympathetic, but no one dared to defy the man. He was just too psychotic and too dangerous. He reminded her of Aramis, a bully who wanted things he couldn’t have.

But hunger will wear down pride, and Alexa grew more afraid as the days went by. If she got sick, or she couldn’t make the rent, then what would she do? Perhaps if she called Belit’s bluff, he would back down, or at least grow bored after one night. It made her sick to her stomach to think about the man touching her, but it would allow her to survive, to keep searching. To eat. To live.

His leer of triumph, as she went to his table to apologize for her rudeness, made her want to slap his face. Belit invited her for a meal, at his suite, after her shift. Closing her eyes, she thought of Mark. Forgive me, Captain. In a quiet voice, she agreed.

Usually, she couldn’t wait till the end of her shift. Tonight, she hoped for the time to crawl, as she poured and mixed, danced and served. All the while, the man who had bought and paid for her gloated and gave her predatory looks from his table, knowing that at the end of the night he would have her. And then…then he would punish her for the insolence she had shown him, and for the old trespasses of the man that she sought. Belit thought it was a real pity that the son of a bitch wasn’t there to watch his wife used by a man he hated, for money. Oh, and Belit intended to get his money’s worth from the girl.

There were beaches on Kalakiki. Perfectly nice beaches. But for Alexa, the colors were wrong and the sun too bright. It didn’t fit into her memories, and it was those memories that brought her the comfort that she needed to keep putting one foot wearily in front of the other. Now, more than ever, Alexa understood the sheer exhaustion with living that Mark had felt. If he was still alive, now, she could only imagine the depth of his despair. Over three hundred more years, after her death, would have worn on him.
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“Beneath the white fire of the moon,
Loves wings are broken all too soon.
We never learn…
Hurt together, hurt alone.
Don’t you sometimes wish your heart was a heart of stone?”

If there was one thing that Alexa was happy about, it was that the Interplanetary Arts Council had archived music from Earth, saving it into easy to download files. Some of the music from other planets and times made her head hurt, and the band at the bar was not only creepy looking, but they were as lousy as any lounge band in the 21st Century. When she had her sets, which were about thirty to forty minutes in length, she used music from her time.

” Whatever you do - I'll be two steps behind you.
Wherever you go - and I'll be there to remind you.
That it only takes a minute of your precious time…
So turn around, I'll be two steps behind.”

She never stripped down too far. Some of the girls would go topless, or even nude in private room dances. Alexa was both a bartender and a dancer, so she had the option. It would have made her more money. Funny thing about men, even now, is that they just loved breasts and legs and tush. But she was married, and she didn’t want to push the little boundary that seemed to earn her some respect with the gruff pilots, especially the old timers. There was little that even faintly resembled chivalry in that place, but they seemed to grasp the concept of a woman being faithful to her absent husband.

Tonight was no different than the nights before. While not as rowdy as some places, this bar definitely appealed to the less savory elements of the galaxy. Of course, that was why she chose to work here, rather than at Fenton’s fancy casino and hotel. If she knew Mark, and she did, he would be back doing what he did before. Whether he was a mercenary or soldier of fortune, Alexa guessed that Cassius was not running around in society circles. She worried about him, wondered what the years had done to the faith and hope that he had when he was with her.

Part of her worried that he had found someone. It was possible that he was with another woman, or a man, and he was loved. If that were the case, then she would have to accept it, and let him be. But if not, then she would fight for him, and fight to find him. Nothing was going to deter her. Not the rude comments from people she showed his picture to. Not the threats or warnings from rough types, who all insinuated that she was asking questions about people who didn’t want to be found.

But there was one man who didn’t turn away. His name was Belit, and the way that even the most hardened men would defer to him told Alexa that he was someone who was either powerful, dangerous or both. He was about thirty five, with black hair and dark eyes, and he had watched her dance with such an intense stare, no one spoke to him at his table. He had a crowd of minions and hangers-on, as though he were a rock star. Of course, that kind of thing hadn’t impressed Alexa, not since Byron.

But when the man approached her at the bar, after she had finished dancing, she had been polite to him. He kept coming back, night after night, and his men had gathered information about her, and about her search for the missing husband in the sketch. He tipped her very well, flattered her, watched her dance and chatted her up. Finally, after a week of non-stop work, he made his pitch.

She tried to sidestep. He was rich, powerful…he could have any girl. He didn’t care. She offered him the companions that the bar employed. He didn’t care. Belit wanted what he could not…should not…have. He took a perverse pleasure in taking something that was not offered freely, and in taking a woman who was true to another man.

In particular, he wanted THIS woman, because of who she belonged to, though Alexa didn’t know that. He wasn’t fawned over because he was rich and powerful. He was feared because he was rich, powerful and a psychotic bastard. He killed for no reason. He was above the law. Belit was, simply, a very bad man.

“One night. I fuck you, you get the information on where to find this man. What do you say?” His eyes reminded her of Hadrian, as he leaned closer to her.

Oh, Mark. I love you. Where are you, why aren’t you here?

“No.”

“No?”

“Are you deaf? I said no.”

The blow surprised her. He backhanded her hard enough that she fell into the bottles on the shelves, and the bouncers all leaped in, as Belit’s men drew their blasters. Alexa recovered, and waved off the bouncers, not wanting anyone else in the suddenly silent club to get hurt.

“I’m sorry you feel offended, Belit. But my answer is final. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do to find my husband, but I don’t think you know him, or where he is, because if you did, you would know that trying to blackmail me this way would be very bad for your health. I think you’re full of bantha dung. Now…I have to go do my set.”

She walked away from the scene, back to the dressing area, and sat in a rickety chair before the brightly lit mirror. She dropped her face into her hands, elbows on the dressing table, and sighed. More and more, she was beginning to doubt that she would actually find him.

Huw Tothas

“Listen, girl, you’ve been poking around asking questions about people.” The reptilian alien pilot was right in Alexa’s face, as he pressed her against the wall. The alley was about six or seven buildings over from the bar, part of the route she used every night to get back to her tiny room.

“Not people. Just one man.” She shrank away from the sour, almost vinegar-ish smell of the creature who had his hand on her throat. He had jumped out at her as she walked past, pulling her into the alley and punching her in the stomach a few times before banging her against the wall. “He’s my husband. I just need to find him. Look, I’ll pay you…”

The pilot hit her again, this time in her face, as he growled low. “You don’t have enough money for anyone to give you the information you want. You little fool, don’t you know that talking about him, or anyone from there, would be a sentence of death?”

“From where? Just tell me where. Please!” Alexa didn’t care about the pain, or the taste of blood in her mouth. This man knew who Mark was, or at least what planet he was from. She could feel it.

“Forget him. Forget it all, or you’ll get yourself and likely him killed.” To emphasize the warning, the creature hit her stomach and ribs over and over, making Alexa cry out in pain.

“Let go of her!” The voice was female, but the tone was dark and quite gruff. Around the corner, a lethal looking blaster appeared in the small hand of a woman. The dark haired girl was perhaps thirty, pretty but not overly beautiful. She had a tattoo on her arm of a dagger with a rose wrapped around it. “Beating up on girls, Zantos? I thought you had better manners.”

“She asks too many questions.” The creature backed up, slowly, keeping his three fingered hands in plain view. “Friend of yours, Selina?”

“Yeah. Friend of mine. Now git, and don’t let me see your nasty ass around this girl again.”

The pilot wasted no time in leaving, loping off towards the spaceports, as Alexa slumped against the wall, moaning. The newcomer shook her head, and holstered her weapon, so that she could put an arm around her to lead her towards the inn. “Earth girls have to stick together, honey, but you…you’re gonna get yourself killed, and that’s not a lie.”

“Who are you?” Alexa was trying to walk fast, but the pain in her ribs was too much.

“Selina Aranda, from Tyler, Texas, circa 1986. Nice to meet you, but let’s get the hell out of the public eye. Sharks around here smell fresh blood, Blondie, and you’re a pretty target. You’re just lucky that old Zantos can’t fuck your kind, or he would have been riding you like a painted quarter pony in front of Wal Mart.”

They got inside, to her room, and Alexa fell on the bed in a heap when the stranger let go of her. Selina walked over to the sketch of Mark on the wall, and shook her head. “This your man?”

“Yeah.” Alexa peered up at the dusty, rough woman. “You know him?”

“Never seen the sonofabitch before in my life.” The woman lied, smoothly, and turned to face the other woman. “You’d be smart to let him go. Find a new man, have some babies or something. You can, you know, with the regenerating and cryo. Shit, I heard tell they brought back Michael Jackson. Can you believe that? Ain’t a kid in the universe safe now.”

“Who ARE you?” Alexa was both happy to meet someone from her own time and place, but didn’t fully trust the woman in front of her, though she had helped her.

“Why, sugar, I’m your new best friend.” Selina strode over to the door, and smirked. “You work at the cantina, don’t you? I’ll see you there tomorrow night. Put some ice on that eye, honey, you’re gonna have a hell of a shiner.”

She opened the slider door and walked out, leaving Alexa to stare after her.

Who the hell…?

Fandom: Highlander
Title: Remembered Luxuries
Author: mnda_panda
Theme(s): Romances, 01. Bath
Pairing/Characters: Alexa Bond and Cassius Albinus
Rating: R
Disclaimer/claimer: Cassius is the original character created by Jaye and used with his author's kind permission.
Critiques: Sure
Summary: Over three hundred years and death parted them, and now she holds onto the memories while she searches for her Immortal husband.
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