No Fate But My Own: Sequel to Prophecy of Power.

No Fate But My Own: Chapters 1-5

No Fate But My Own.

Disclaimer: I do not own Lost Girl or it's characters, I just so love playing with them. No profit is being made with these stories that I write, so please don't sue me.

Chapter 1

The Ash/The Morrigan

"About time you finally graced me with your self-righteous presence," the dark and beautiful leader of The Dark remarks indignantly. "You are the one that requested this meeting after all. What is it you want? I'm missing a manicure appointment and in case you haven't noticed the fae flu is sweeping through the populous like wild fire."

"That is why I called this meeting." The dark skinned fae, raises a hand at the two guards that had accompanied him to the glass factory, indicating that they were to stay where they were. Evony tells her own entourage to remain where they are before moving forward, meeting the tall imposing leader of The Light half way. "Doctor Lewis has manufactured a vaccine for the flu outbreak. She and her people are inoculating all of the light fae in the county with the serum as we speak," the Ash gloats, unable to resist rubbing Evony's nose in the fact that he had snatched the brilliant doctor out from under her nose all those years ago in the Congo and he knew it still pissed her off immensely.

The Morrigan purses her lips, anger glinting in her dark eyes. "Yes, letting that delicious doctor slip through my fingers is one of my most untenable mistakes. My scientists can't seem to get a stable formula, the virus mutates too fast. Fucking incompetent morons. I presume you are here to ransom the vaccine that will save my people. The question is, can I afford the price?" Evony hated this man in front of her with such passion at times, that she once again thought about getting rid of him once and for all. But as she stood there, glaring at the arrogant bastard, she remembered her fathers wise words. "Better the devil you know, than the devil you don't." And she knew this devil, very well. What if she killed him and his replacement was worse. Would she even be able to kill him? She had known Samuel a long time and she had a grudging respect for his power and leadership...most of the time. She sighs and closes her eyes, "What is it you want in exchange for the cure, Sammy?"

The Ash' lips twitch into a small smile at the nickname Evony had used when they were young. They had played as children, much to their parents displeasure. No matter how hard they had tried to separate them, the tighter their friendship had become, so in the end their parents had just let them be. "It's been a long time since you've called me that, Evee," he says, a long lost feeling of affection sweeping through him.

"I miss you sometimes," Evony confesses, liking the smile that he so rarely used any more. He reaches out and touches the side of her face with his fingertips, causing her breath to catch at the gentle intimate gesture.

"As do I, when you aren't making my life difficult," he replies with equal affection the deep voice rumbling with a longing and loneliness, that reflected her own. Samuel clears his throat and locks down the stirring of his long-dormant feelings for the exotic and dangerous beauty before him. Evony gives him a sad smile, as she watches her childhood friend regain control of his emotions, his arrogant mask slipping back into place. "Maybe we can continue this line of discussion a little later, perhaps over dinner." The black fae looks just as shocked as Evony over the invitation that had just slipped out of his mouth.

The Morrigan's eyes twinkle with mischief, her tongue moistening her full ruby red lips suggestively, "I would like that. Do you still have the scrying stone we used to use?" He nods once, confirming that he did indeed still have the flat piece of obsidian that was spelled to communicate with the one that Evony had in her possession. "Fine, I will dust it off and wait for your call. Now then, back to the business at hand. What do you want in exchange for the vaccine formula?"