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Green Eyes Killer	By : Isabelle_Jennings Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 3964 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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PART 12: HOPE AND MERCY
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--- M'GANN ---
This would be so much easier if she still had her telepathy, M'gann thought, not for the first time, as she, having shape-changed into a twenty-something Chinese-American business-woman, walked out of a Luthor Corp. facility. She'd finally been able to find in the computers there where Lex Luthor was hiding himself away. G'yal, her first mate, had been a brilliant engineer; shifting into being her part of the way had let her access that ability. To G'yal, technology had been like an art, and M'gann had access to everything that G'yal had thought, felt, remembered, and more, so it had just taken only a little while to understand and circumvent the Luthor Corp. technology. The encryptions, even the ones at Luthor Corp., were childishly easy to get around for someone like G'yal who understood a technology that was thousands of years in the making (where as Earth's technology had had only a very short time to develop so far by comparison). All she had to do was adapt her thought process to match the way the computer operated for a little while and she, effectively, was able to understand the language very easily--basically giving her the run of the system, free and clear.
The mental exercise had felt good in fact; even had her feeling a little better. Maybe that would be a good way to help herself heal, she thought--change into different life forms, change her thought process more; maybe a few animals. Or... or maybe she'd be G'yal for a while longer, she thought nostalgically.
She walked into an alleyway and turned invisible, shifting herself, inside that invisibility, into the body of the first girl she'd fallen in love with who'd loved her back; bringing those memories to the forefront of her mind and becoming her to a strong degree. It felt... it felt really good. Warm. Almost like her first mate was wrapping her in her arms again; merging her mind with hers again. She shivered a little and smiled, feeling so comforted, and then it happened; like flipping a switch, her telepathy was back. She smiled again, a little darkly this time; because it would be so much easier now. Of course that would have worked, she realized. She may have badly damaged her own thought-mechanisms for telepathy, but... She'd always kept her copy of G'yal's thoughts, memories, and feelings in a protected part of her mind--they hadn't been harmed at all, and, overlaying them onto herself as thoroughly as she'd just done, of course it would fix her. She let the G'yal part of her recede a little then, letting the hunter inside of her take precedence; that's what she'd need to be now.
Lex Luthor was standing between her and getting Artemis back right now, and he had no idea how very dangerous a place that was to be. But she would show him.
It only took her moments from there to reach her destination--a mansion out by the coast that Luthor owned; his primary residence. When she got into its close airspace though, and tried to use her telepathy, she got feedback which was a little uncomfortable on the still somewhat recovering telepathic center of her mind. Frustrated and annoyed at this, she lashed out with a telekinetic force blast at the center of the mind-noise that was obstructing her and smashed the machine that was putting it out.
At that point, various types of guns made themselves known by shooting at her. She deflected or dodged them, used telekinetic blasts and heat vision to destroy them. Her invisibility obviously hadn't stopped her from being seen by Luthor's technology, so she went visible to give herself more room to concentrate her full energies on the problem at hand. Some missiles were launched; she sent them back at the house, in essence bombing it. Security personnel in armored flight suites came out and started shooting at her; she tried to put them to sleep with no success. They all had personal thought-shields around them. M'gann was certain she could punch through them or disarm them telekinetically, then put them to sleep, but she decided to just engage them physically; cutting through them and killing them in less than a minute. Their armor had been fearsome looking, and they had flame-throwers and bullets that would burn her if they could hit her, but she simply moved too fast for them and struck too precisely with too much force, morphing her arms into ultra-dense cutting blades that cut through their armors easily enough.
She did a telepathic sweep of the house and found some extraneous paid servants and such, but Luthor apparently had some of his thought-shield technology on his person. He must have developed it to defend against J'onn. Well, J'onn was more forgiving than she was. She zeroed in on the signatures of the thought-shields. Because, even though she couldn't get through them easily, she could tell where they were. There were four of them.
She flew straight towards where three of them were; in a bunker, deep under the house. She was intent on just phasing through everything until she got to them, but, when she was almost to the house, the fourth mind-shield signature came up at her and broke through the roof to stand in her way. She was so surprised she didn't think to phase and Kal-El kit her as hard as she'd ever been hit in her life. She slammed into the ground with a deafening boom that shook the ground like a small earthquake.
"I should be thanking you." Kal spoke, smiling at her in a truly repulsive way. She wouldn't have thought it possible for Kal's face to even -look- like that. "This has got to be the biggest rush of my life!" And he charged down at her at super speed.
She was dazed, and hurt, but not so badly that she didn't know to phase in time so all Kal did was hit the ground. She used her telekinesis then to destroy the little micro-machine Kal had been using to mask his thoughts and was relieved to find out that the man she was fighting wasn't really Kal-El. "Everyman... Hannibal." She smiled, using her telepathy to forcefully trigger the mechanism in his mind that made him change back into himself--a run of the mill human male with no meta-powers and really repulsive thoughts. "Filth. Go away." She told, blasting him in the face with her heat-vision--burning his head to ash. His body fell to the ground and she burned the rest of it, just to be thorough (Luthor had gotten him Kal's genetic material somehow, and parts of that could still be in him); then turned her attention back to the house.
It just took seconds and she appeared from the wall of his safe room, two women taking up defensive stances between him and her. "Stop right there." One warned. She was blonde with fair skin. She fired her weapon at her and M'gann easily avoided it. She was angry and hurt and frustrated with all of this. She let the hunter in her just have this one; her features changed to her native white Martian and she was on her, sinking her teeth and claws into the woman's flesh and feasting on it.
"What sort of monster are you?!" Luthor accused in fear as he shoot at her with guns.
She easily telekinetically deflected the shots without even really thinking about it. When she was done with the woman, she looked at him, annoyed, and telekinetically shoved him into the far wall with more than the force of a semi-truck at freeway speeds. He was pulp.
"I... I surrender..." The remaining woman pleaded, dropping her gun; which she'd never fired.
M'gann stood up and looked at her curiously, morphing into G'yal's shape, liking the feel of that for now. She reached out with her telekinesis and disabled the woman's mind-shield, then looked into her mind. Her name was Hope... Hope Taya. The woman M'gann had just killed had been her lover; Mercy Graves. Seeing Hope's feelings towards Mercy, she was instantly sorry she'd killed her. "I'm... I'm sorry, Hope. I shouldn't... I wish I hadn't killed her." She offered softly. "I'll go."
"...Wait..." Hope asked as M'gann was turning to leave.
"Yes?" M'gann asked curiously.
"Why... Why did you do this?" Hope asked, somewhat in shock.
M'gann smiled. "It surprises you, doesn't it? What you'll do for a lover? For a mate?" She asked.
Hope looked her in the eyes, then lowered her gaze. "Yeah... I guess it does at that..." She admitted.
M'gann looked into her mind again. She really was in shock, wasn't she? M'gann realized. She went over to her and put her arms around her, and Hope fell into her arms and started crying. M'gann just held her and sent soothing thoughts to her. 'You're safe, I'm your friend, it'll be alright' That sort of thing.
The guilt of making this woman feel like M'gann could feel her feeling--so similar to how she'd felt after losing Artemis--it was weighing on her now. She felt like she had to do something.
She glanced over at Mercy's body; or what she'd left of it. Was there enough left for a Lazarus it to work? She had no idea. The head was still intact at least. She'd have to ask Talia to know. Another problem was that she didn't really want to bring Mercy back to life; the hunter inside her just recoiled at that, claiming the woman as her rightful prey. She'd been attacked, over and over again; she didn't want to forgive one of her attackers. But, on the other hand, Hope hadn't attacked her; otherwise she knew herself well enough to know that she would have killed her too without even really thinking about it--she wouldn't have been able to help herself by that point--she'd been so furious at what she'd been put through that the hunter in her had taken too much control of her way of thinking for her to act otherwise.
A typical white Martian would consider Hope rightfully hers now; and the woman obviously hadn't made very good choices in her life if she'd been involved with someone like Luthor. Upon searching further in Hope's mind, she found she'd only really been following Mercy's lead, and Mercy had been obsessed with things like money and power and screw everyone else. Luthor had just been a means to an end for her. Hope deserved better, M'gann decided. Someone who had that sort of devotion--who'd been willing to do so much for love--deserved better.
It would be so easy to just reach into her mind and change her; make her forget all about Mercy Graves if she wanted--maybe give her her own memories. G'yal's, Nina's, Shelley's... Artemis's... She could shape her however she wanted really... The thought occurred to her that she could give her to Lina; put all the things in her Lina would like there--then the problem would be solved for both Lina and Hope... But, after that, she considered Lina; she knew everything about her--would Lina like the idea? No; she'd hate it. Then M'gann fantasized that Lina might kill Hope for her, because Hope wasn't her and she might be offended by M'gann's gift. Cut her throat in bed, then... then carve open her heart, and... offer her body to M'gann. M'gann imagined herself eating the heart in front of Lina, then kissing her; making love to her. She shivered. Realized she'd been holding Hope Taya in a sort of hypnotic sway, like a hunter would before a kill. She let Hope go and turned away from her, going over to sit down on a nearby couch, put her face in her hands and tried to get a hold of herself. She wasn't very stable right now, she could recognize that.
It was a common sex fantasy among white Martians; she'd read love stories and poems her people had written about the ritual. Presenting a kill to a perspective mate; offering it's heart to her (or him, she supposed; though for her it would always be a her). If the woman she wanted ate the heart, then they would mate; usually in rough, violent fashion. M'gann had never fantasized about anything like that before, nor had another girl ever offered her a kill of hers like that when she'd been younger. Though she could recall sometimes wishing one would. It shook her a little to have done so now. She searched herself. She had been repressing her feelings for Lina. Despite having refused her advances, the intensity of Lina's love for her was very appealing--even without having been able to read her mind as she would have liked to and now could. And maybe it was more than that--maybe she had real, strong feelings for Lina in return... It didn't make much difference in the final equation though; she was already Artemis's mate--she couldn't even conceive of herself wanting that to not be the case. But... it did make things harder for her. Made it hurt more. And the things she'd been thinking of doing just now; it chilled her to think of herself thinking those things. She realized she was crying in fact. And she felt ashamed for that, and for why she felt like crying. She looked up though, searching for Hope with her eyes and mind. She saw her sitting against the wall on the other side of the room, knees curled up to her torso... She was crying too, wasn't she? Then M'gann looked over at Mercy's dead body and felt guilty all over again. She decided then that she was going to use the Lazarus pit for her, so Hope would have her lover back. She didn't know if it was going to work, she just knew she had to try. That was the only way she was going to feel better about what she'd just done. She wiped her tears away and got up; floating over to Hope and leaning down next to her. She touched her cheek and wiped her tears and sent her soothing thoughts that would make her forget for now that M'gann was the one who'd killed her lover; make her trust her, believe in her. Like... like a pet, really. Until she could fix this.
"Come with me?" M'gann asked.
Hope took her hand and looked into her eyes trustingly. "Okay..." She agreed, smiling a little to her.
M'gann brushed some of the hair out of Hope's face, caressed her cheek, wiped the rest of her tears away, then kissed her forehead. "Everything will be alright. I'll... I'll just bring her back to you. Like Artemis. Then we can both be happy again, okay? And you won't have to work for Luthor, you'll just have her; you can work for Ivy and the rest of us maybe--do good in the world. It'll, it'll be great..." She smiled, trying her best to summon her usually hopeful spirit.
"It'll be great..." Hope echoed, smiling back, before hugging M'gann again. "Thank you..." She offered softly. "You're a good friend."
And again, M'gann felt guilty.
"I just have to... take care of some things now, okay?" She asked softly.
"Okay." Hope agreed easily.
M'gann looked at Luthor's remains; burned them with her heat-vision. Just to be safe (in a world with Lazarus pits and who knew what else, it seemed to her a reasonable precaution). Then she levitated all of Mercy's remains and went and picked Hope up in her arms; Hope wrapping her arms around her and laying her head on her shoulder, closing her eyes peacefully. M'gann levitated them out through the house, into the sky over the ocean where no one would be likely to see. When she was a safe distance away, she scanned the house with her telepathy. Everyone was gone, so she found everything inside that was combustible and used her telekinesis to make it explode--destroying the house and everything inside.
Hope watched the explosion with fascination. "It's beautiful, isn't it?" She asked M'gann.
"Um, I... I guess it is, isn't it?" She admitted softly, not actually really feeling that way herself. She'd done all this because she'd had to--for her friends, for Artemis. She'd learned the hard way; you had to be ruthless sometimes, or the world would see your weakness and strike at you. Take what you loved most.
This way, M'gann told herself, she'd stop that from happening to her again. Protect her mate, and her new friends.
--- SILVER ---
She and Ivy had just parted. She'd told Ivy to go check on Shelley and keep Talia and Lilhy company. She wanted... she wanted to talk to Lina, alone. Wanted to know where things stood. She hadn't lied to Ivy of course, she was very okay with the idea of sharing their bed with Lina if it came to that, liked the idea actually (in theory), she just wanted to know that Lina... Well, basically she just wanted to reassure herself that she wasn't just asking for trouble with all this, or even if Lina was going to -be- trouble somehow, no matter which way Ivy finally decided to go. She wanted to be sure that Lina would be a friend (or maybe a lot more than a friend), not an enemy. Because one of the things that apparently hadn't changed much from when she had been under Ivy's... sway, was that was that she felt very protective of her. In that I'd kill for you kind of way--except now it was more of an 'I'd kill for us' sort of thing. Surprising how little a problem she realized she had with that idea, despite that she definitely wouldn't enjoy it in the least if she ever needed to make a chose like that. So, of course, she was very much hoping it wouldn't come to something anywhere near as crazy as all that. Of course, she really doubted there was much chance of that. Lina was hot, and had a nice smile, a pretty voice, eyes that made you want to be on her side and could stop you in your tracks a little (in a good way), and... Ivy was in love with her. And, like she'd told Ivy, that last thing was a very important thing to her... It meant that she and Lina had something in common; something Silver valued more than she had words in her to describe--Ivy's love.
Surprisingly, she found she didn't have a problem with that, either. That she and Lina shared that. Well, she might have at first; not anymore. But... well, once she'd thought it through and let it sink in (while they'd made love)... She's seen things more clearly.
It had been when they were healing Shelley together that Silver had really realized what she'd told Ivy on the couch just before. That Ivy was just... it for her. That it didn't matter to her how it had happened, or anything else really; it just mattered that Ivy was her one. That no matter what happened, Ivy would always be that for her. She'd seen the gentle smile on her lips, felt this feeling of just... peace. Simple, untroubled, honest peace. And she'd known, just known, it had all been real. All of the feelings she'd had; everything they'd shared... She might have been... on a leash, figuratively speaking, in a way, but that, really, where it counted, what Ivy had really done was to free her... To let her into her world, and show her what it really meant to be in love, and what it really was to be a part of something beautiful, what it was to be beautiful... inside and out. No, she'd made her own choice to fall in love with Ivy, and Ivy had made her own choice to fall in love with her. What she'd realized most was that... Their love; that it was a love that was like that feeling of peace she'd felt. Unshakable. Forever. That she'd just never... not for anything or any reason; never not feel that way about the woman who'd been sitting across from her. She belonged with this woman, and Ivy belonged with her.
And it was true. Even if... even if Ivy betrayed her, was cruel to her, or... or left her; she knew... She knew she'd still feel this way about her. She didn't think Ivy capable of doing anything like that to her at all of course, but even if she did... Even if she did. She knew that, well, that it might be kind of pathetic seeming, to be -that- gone on someone, but it would only be pathetic like that if Ivy didn't feel the same way about her, wouldn't stick by her the same way through anything. And Silver believed her lover completely when she said that she would. She didn't think that Ivy could deceive her enough to make her so thoroughly believe it if it weren't true. So she just... believed; because, in the end, it was just so easy for her to believe in Ivy. After all, Ivy had believed in her, hadn't she?
She remembered back to when they first met; the dance they shared... looking into her eyes, she'd been lost in them right away. All the time they'd been dancing, all Silver had wanted to do was to get this woman alone, maybe get to know her a little better; then take her to bed and get to know her -allot- better. As it had turned out of course, Ivy had wanted to get her alone too; only for a different reason. In a dimly lit hallway, she'd backed Silver up against a wall and kissed her. Her heart had felt like it wanted to fly out of her chest and she found herself kissing Ivy back with everything inside her. When the kiss was over, Ivy looked into her eyes and said 'you're mine now' and Silver had known it was true. If she'd had any ability to fight or resist those words, that fact, she'd never tried; even when Ivy had asked her to help her do things. She'd been far more intent on something else. Ivy had kept her at arms distance for a while, intent on her plans. She'd been friendly and caring towards her, but not amorous like Silver had more and more been wishing she would be. It took five days for her to finally get into her bed, and she hadn't spent a night without Ivy since then. She hadn't even remembered Ivy looking at another woman like she was attracted to her since then; well, until the thing with M'gann happened--and now Lina, who'd been the first girl Ivy'd fallen in love with.
Silver remembered her own first love. Unrequited in her case too... Well, at first at least. Her name was Beth Santiago--the daughter of one of her mother's friends. When she'd been twelve, she'd spent the summer with Beth and her family (while her mother had been having a torrid affair with a beautiful Italian woman in Europe). Beth had been three years older than her and so pretty; she smelt like grass and flowers all the time, and she got this big smile on her face whenever she was happy that had made Silver want to kiss her. She'd imagined the two of them getting married and having children together; she'd set up a doll house to act it all out, named the children, etc... When she'd finally kissed her and told her she loved her, Beth told her she was being gross, and that she was just a little kid, and had promptly told her they should go on a treasure hunt instead (which had actually meant looking for pretty stones by the river). That hadn't been falling in love so much as a girl's first real crush of course... The crush hadn't gone away though, and she and Beth had kept in touch by phone over the years until they ended up at the same boarding school, then the same college. Not a coincidence by the way; she'd pleaded with her mother to make it happen. They had gotten together, then broken up, then gotten together again more times than she'd bothered to count. It had never been smooth sailing at all, but even after they'd broken up for the final time--even after Beth had married a hot, brilliant marine biologist named Cynthia Markus that Silver had obviously been no match against and moved to a tropical island somewhere... Well, she'd have been lying if she'd told anyone she wasn't still in love with her. If Beth were here right now, and she'd kissed her in a hallway because the ridiculously perfect Cynthia Markus had broken her heart or something, she was sure it'd be pretty hopeless for her to try to keep herself from kissing her back either. So she could easily see where Ivy was coming from about Lina; it was obvious. Though it did make her wonder: If Catalina Flores had been the first woman Ivy'd fallen in love with, and that had been in college, what had Ivy's life been like before that; that she hadn't been in love before then? And, Silver realized, she really didn't know very much about Ivy, did she? At least not about her past. Ivy rarely ever even talked about it.
She decided right then and there that she'd make it a priority to find out everything she could.
Maybe she could even start with Lina in that regard? When she found Lina though, it didn't look like exactly a good time to talk. There was the sounds of a struggle--which made her quicken her pace--and then she turned down the hallway and saw Lina fighting with a very much awake and no longer tied up Derick Grayson.
"Ricky; just stop, okay?" Lina asked, narrowly avoiding a punch to the face.
"Then let me go, Lina. Let me walk out of here." Derick countered, catching Lina's hand and twisting it, causing her to cry out a little.
"Sorry; can't do that..." Lina twisted out of his hold and was shoved against the wall roughly by Derick.
Silver reached them and tried to tackle Derick. She didn't know much of anything about fighting; there'd only been two times in her life she had actually fought another person, actually. One time was when she'd been seventeen and had been on the outs with Beth for months and had fallen for a boy who had a jealous ex-girlfriend--she'd caused a little damage back, but mostly she'd just got beat up. The only other time was an oil exec she and Ivy had targeted--Ivy had saved her and beat him to a pulp, until he was dead and then some. That was to say, she really didn't know how to fight. So, she figured she had to get in close to do anything; because she was a lot stronger than him now and, up close, it made sense that that might matter more than knowing how to fight.... hopefully.
As she charged at him though, he saw her coming, crouched down, pivoted, did this martial arts judo thing, and, before she even knew what hit her, he'd sent her flying so she landed on her back in the hallway past him. She got up, rubbing her head, and Derick kicked her in the head; which knocked her off balance and sent her to the ground again.
"Get the fuck away from her!" Lina shouted, and Silver looked up to see Lina had him pinned against the wall, his faced pressed into the wall.
"You alright?" Lina asked, concern in her voice even as she struggled to keep hold of Derick.
"Fine, thanks..." Silver answered gratefully, wiping a little blood from her bleeding lip and nose.
Derick got enough leverage to buck against the wall and twist free of Lina's hold though. Silver moved in before he saw her coming and kissed him roughly; backed him against the wall. He struggled at first, but soon he relaxed and began kissing her back--and Silver felt it; Derick was hers now.
She broke off the kiss and smiled a little weakly at him. "Behave, lover boy." She instructed with a little humor.
"I... Anything you want..." He smiled a little to her and moved forward, touching her face, looking at the damage he'd done. "I'm so sorry, Silver..." He offered softly.
Silver smiled a little. "Don't worry about it." She told him, moving in to kiss him again, just to be sure.
"I remember that." He smiled flirtingly to her, touching her face and looking into her eyes in that I want to take you to bed and have really amazing sex with you all night long sort of way. She swallowed a little and smiled, shaking her head a bit. She remembered how good Derick was at amazing sex all night long, too. Oh, she wasn't tempted (Ivy was definitely -much- better for her in that regard), but it was flattering anyway, and a nice memory... Even if he was just looking at her like that because of her kiss.
"I bet you do." She answered, turning to Lina and smiling softly to her. "Thank you." She offered.
"Um, yeah; you're... You're welcome." She replied softly. "So, you can do the whole lip zap thing too, huh? Good to know I guess."
"My first time." Silver confided.
"...You should probably do that to Tim next then." She concluded.
"Should I... Is there anything I can do for you?" Derick asked.
"Um, no... I guess; you could go out to the back yard? Meet the others? I'll be out in a while; I just... have to talk with Lina first, alright?" Silver asked.
"Sure; um, no... No problem. I'll... I'll wait for you..." Derick added, looking a little lost.
"What's wrong?" Silver asked him.
"I... This feels wrong somehow..." He admitted.
"What does?" Silver asked.
"You're a good person, Silver. I know; I remember... You shouldn't be helping someone like Vivian Isley. Is she making... If you're in trouble, I'll do anything I can to help; you know that, right?" Derick offered.
Silver sighed. "Vivian Isley is a hero, Derick. She's doing more good for the world than anyone else I've ever heard of." She told him, her eyes showing sure conviction in her words. "...She's the best person I know, Derick, and I love her with all my heart. Just... Just give her a chance, alright? For me?"
"I... Of course will... I... I'm sorry; I didn't mean... If you trust her, I do too. I..." He shook his head. "I guess... I'm just... confused..."
Silver moved forward and kissed him again, willing the effects to be stronger this time. She felt his cock become erect in his pants and stepped back, smiling a little. Maybe she'd made the kiss a little -too- strong. "Just go out to the back yard, alright?" She instructed again.
"Of course; whatever you want. I'm yours Silver, I promise..." He smiled to her trustingly with obvious belief and devotion in his eyes before he obeyed her and turned away to leave.
Silver sighed again. "It's better than having to kill him." She offered.
Lina just looked at her from leaning against the wall, tired from the fight apparently.
"Um, so, Tim?" Silver prompted.
"Oh, right. I was just... Just going to find Ivy... when I saw them, awake. I knocked Tim out, but... Derick's probably a better fighter than I am; and... I guess my heart wasn't really in it, you know? It was just a little while ago that I was... That I was in love with him." She explained softly.
"You're not anymore? At all?" Silver asked, getting no reply from Lina and going into the room and finding Tim Drake on the floor; he moaned a little and Silver rolled him onto his back and kissed him.
He opened his eyes wider and Silver kept kissing him, then stopped and looked down at him. "You're mine now." She told the teenage boy. "Alright?"
"Alright." Tim answered, a peaceful smile going to his face.
"How's your head?" Lina asked.
"I think I have a concussion." Tim answered.
"Alright; find your way to the back yard for me? Find Derick? Tell him to keep you awake?" Silver asked. "I'll come out and check on you after a while."
"I can do that." Tim agreed easily, letting Silver help him to his feet.
He walked off. Silver sat on the bed Derick and Tim had been tied up on and took out her cell phone; hit Ivy's number on speed dial.
"Silver?" Ivy's voice came over the phone.
"Hi, um, Nightwing and Robin woke up." Silver informed her.
Ivy took in a breath. "Are you alright?" Ivy asked. "They didn't..."
"No; Derick kicked me in the face once, but it's already healed."
"Fuck!" Ivy exclaimed.
"Lina smashed his face into the wall after that though; I did the kiss thing on them, so they're... You know, ours now. I, um, I sent them back to you. They should be there soon." Silver explained.
Ivy sighed in relief. "I'm just glad you're okay."
"I love you." Silver spoke impulsively, a wave of happiness coming over her at saying those words to Ivy again.
"I love you too." Ivy answered fondly. "So, you want to keep him, right? Or did you send Grayson to me after telling me that he kicked you in the face -expecting- me to murder him for you?"
Silver laughed. "I actually hadn't thought of that. But yes, I think we should keep him; he might be useful, and, really, he's a good person at heart. Kind... and, as for the kick in the face, he -was- only trying to escape--and I -did- basically help you murder his adoptive father--I think I actually kind of deserved it." She told her.
"No, you didn't... In no way whatsoever." Ivy answered. "But I won't kill him if you don't want me to, okay?"'
"Okay." Silver agreed, charmed. "Bye lover."
"Bye." Ivy answered softly.
Silver hung up the phone and looked at Lina who was leaning against the door frame watching her. "I, um, I came to talk with you, Lina..." Silver explained, meeting her eyes.
"Because I kissed her, right?" Lina ventured.
"Right." Silver smiled softly, trying to reassure her that her intentions were peaceful.
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