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a_qNext are the fills from 21 to 25 and 26 to 30.
Lilah Morgan (Angel: the Series) & Pam (True Blood)
21. Oppression
Eric had ordered her in charge of this meeting, so Pam had no way out of it. Pam never rebelled against him, no matter how garish or weird his commands might be. Deep down she believed that Eric could do no wrong.
But Pam just didn't see the point of this meeting. Lawyers were a blood sucking fiends, and not in the funny, partying kind of way.
This time, the law firm representative turned out to be a woman. Tall brunette with cold, calculating eyes. More importantly, she didn't seem much happier attending this meeting than Pam herself. They eyed each other for awhile. Finally the lawyer flashed a smile and bowed courteously.
“Lilah Morgan, Wolfram and Hart. My boss asked me to handle this matter personally, though I must admit I wasn't expecting a woman. Considering the name of the client?”
“My boss is a very busy man, he doesn't like to waste his time. My time, in other hand, he has no qualms of using. So, Lilah Morgan, what is weighing on your mind?”
22. Agony
Lilah remembered dying. She remembered the knife and the blood. And through the pain, she remembered the stupid feeling of surprise that had sparked through her brain in her final moment of mortal life. The afterlife wasn't everything cracked out to be, but the most boring part was there was really no one to share it with.
Not until she met Pam. She didn't skirt around any topic, and for the first time in Lilah's un-life, she finally had someone to ask about death. It wasn't surprising that Pam had an opinion about that, and many other things.
23. Return
“I missed you,” Lilah said, without thinking. Pam smiled, fangs bared.
24. Protection
“Just sign here, and here. Initials here.”
Pam did so, her signature full of dramatic lines and soft round shapes. Lilah watched closely her hands, the exact manicure and perfect pink nail polish. Lilah loved that she wore so much pink. It made perfect sense, in a way that made no sense at all. Pam was a true pragmatist, but the pink revealed so much about her. It made Lilah feel oddly protective, which was silly.
Pam had tore a mans throat out without even blinking, which was exactly the reason why Lilah was here, posting bail and settling court dates.
Pam looked up from the papers and smiled. Even her lipstick was candy pink.
25. Boxes
“Happy anniversary darling,” Pam said and held out a carved wooden box. Lilah smiled and held out a black velvet case. “Happy anniversary!”
They opened the boxes together. Pam dangled the diamond tennis bracelet against the light, admiring its shine, while Lilah lifted carefully an ancient demon scroll from her box.
“Just the thing I wanted!”
Sophie Devereaux (Leverage) & Ilsa Pucci (Human Target)
26. Hope
“Oh, hope springs eternal!” Sophie sighed and stared at her image in the big mirror. Ilsa closed the lock of the wide diamond bracelet on Sophie's wrist and admired the overall look. Sophie looked dazzling, but that was nothing new. Ilsa had always thought she looked beautiful beyond words.
“Don't be silly darling, you look great in that dress. And you can wear diamonds like no other,” Ilsa assured. Sophie frowned with fake concern.
“Just great? That's not what I was after.”
“Beautiful, stunning, gorgeous...Pick one, they all apply to you,” Ilsa said and laughed. It was so endearing when the self-assured Sophie felt unsure. Ilsa leaned to kiss her, carefully, so not to smudge her lipstick.
27. Preparation
In addition to diamonds, both women wore the ear microphones, little clear silicone things that at first felt strange and obtrusive, but after a while they hardly remembered them anymore.
“How is your team holding up?”
“Sounds like they are arguing. They are doing well, in that case.”
“Yes, same here. Pickering its the theme of the day. Here, your clutch. Or is this mine?”
Sophie took the clutch and glanced inside. “Yes, definitely mine. Well then. Ready to face the enemy?”
“I have nothing else penned down for the evening.”
28. Beautiful
The scene was breathtaking. The city glimmered at her feet, the moon was bright and clear, and Ilsa could see tiny lights of cars flashing far below. It could've been one of the most beautiful sights Ilsa had ever seen, if only she hadn't been frozen with mind numbing panic.
“Just hold on! The rope will hold, trust me! Parker is never wrong!” Sophie shouted over the ledge of the roof, exactly the place where Ilsa wanted to be right now. On the roof. Feet connecting something solid, instead hanging in here, above fast, empty space.
“Just...Think happy thoughts! I'll be right back!”
29. Lies
Of course everyone had assured her that the plan would work flawlessly. Sophie had learned that when ever someone said that, the plan, whatever it was, was going to crumble to pieces at the most unexpected time. This time, when the plan vaporized, Sophie didn't worry about her or her teams fate, she worried about Ilsa. Strong, confident Ilsa, who had had her back all through this, and whom she now had to leave behind.
“Sophie, are you alright? Sophie?” crackled through the phone.
“Yes, I'm fine,” she said automatically.
30. Underneath
The flower bouquet gets delivered into Ilsa's office while she is in Europe. By the time she gets back, the flowers have already wilted. A few stems of roses still hold, bright and pink against the dry leaves. Ilsa reads the short note, that is nothing but a sequence of numbers. Ilsa throws the flowers away and almost throws away the card too. But something stops her in mid movement, and she just puts the card away, in the bottom of her purse. She forgets it there for days, until one evening, when she is looking for her phone, her fingers brush against the card underneath it.
She takes the card out and places it against the glass of the computer. It doesn't take long to analyze the sequence. It's just a name of a place, written in numbers. A bar, in Boston, the computer informs her. Ilsa thinks of Sophie, the way she walked and smiled and talked. She doesn't know what to do. Computer searches automatically all phone numbers available for this location. Ilsa stares at them for a moment, before reaching for the phone.
Lilah Morgan (Angel: the Series) & Pam (True Blood)
21. Oppression
Eric had ordered her in charge of this meeting, so Pam had no way out of it. Pam never rebelled against him, no matter how garish or weird his commands might be. Deep down she believed that Eric could do no wrong.
But Pam just didn't see the point of this meeting. Lawyers were a blood sucking fiends, and not in the funny, partying kind of way.
This time, the law firm representative turned out to be a woman. Tall brunette with cold, calculating eyes. More importantly, she didn't seem much happier attending this meeting than Pam herself. They eyed each other for awhile. Finally the lawyer flashed a smile and bowed courteously.
“Lilah Morgan, Wolfram and Hart. My boss asked me to handle this matter personally, though I must admit I wasn't expecting a woman. Considering the name of the client?”
“My boss is a very busy man, he doesn't like to waste his time. My time, in other hand, he has no qualms of using. So, Lilah Morgan, what is weighing on your mind?”
22. Agony
Lilah remembered dying. She remembered the knife and the blood. And through the pain, she remembered the stupid feeling of surprise that had sparked through her brain in her final moment of mortal life. The afterlife wasn't everything cracked out to be, but the most boring part was there was really no one to share it with.
Not until she met Pam. She didn't skirt around any topic, and for the first time in Lilah's un-life, she finally had someone to ask about death. It wasn't surprising that Pam had an opinion about that, and many other things.
23. Return
“I missed you,” Lilah said, without thinking. Pam smiled, fangs bared.
24. Protection
“Just sign here, and here. Initials here.”
Pam did so, her signature full of dramatic lines and soft round shapes. Lilah watched closely her hands, the exact manicure and perfect pink nail polish. Lilah loved that she wore so much pink. It made perfect sense, in a way that made no sense at all. Pam was a true pragmatist, but the pink revealed so much about her. It made Lilah feel oddly protective, which was silly.
Pam had tore a mans throat out without even blinking, which was exactly the reason why Lilah was here, posting bail and settling court dates.
Pam looked up from the papers and smiled. Even her lipstick was candy pink.
25. Boxes
“Happy anniversary darling,” Pam said and held out a carved wooden box. Lilah smiled and held out a black velvet case. “Happy anniversary!”
They opened the boxes together. Pam dangled the diamond tennis bracelet against the light, admiring its shine, while Lilah lifted carefully an ancient demon scroll from her box.
“Just the thing I wanted!”
Sophie Devereaux (Leverage) & Ilsa Pucci (Human Target)
26. Hope
“Oh, hope springs eternal!” Sophie sighed and stared at her image in the big mirror. Ilsa closed the lock of the wide diamond bracelet on Sophie's wrist and admired the overall look. Sophie looked dazzling, but that was nothing new. Ilsa had always thought she looked beautiful beyond words.
“Don't be silly darling, you look great in that dress. And you can wear diamonds like no other,” Ilsa assured. Sophie frowned with fake concern.
“Just great? That's not what I was after.”
“Beautiful, stunning, gorgeous...Pick one, they all apply to you,” Ilsa said and laughed. It was so endearing when the self-assured Sophie felt unsure. Ilsa leaned to kiss her, carefully, so not to smudge her lipstick.
27. Preparation
In addition to diamonds, both women wore the ear microphones, little clear silicone things that at first felt strange and obtrusive, but after a while they hardly remembered them anymore.
“How is your team holding up?”
“Sounds like they are arguing. They are doing well, in that case.”
“Yes, same here. Pickering its the theme of the day. Here, your clutch. Or is this mine?”
Sophie took the clutch and glanced inside. “Yes, definitely mine. Well then. Ready to face the enemy?”
“I have nothing else penned down for the evening.”
28. Beautiful
The scene was breathtaking. The city glimmered at her feet, the moon was bright and clear, and Ilsa could see tiny lights of cars flashing far below. It could've been one of the most beautiful sights Ilsa had ever seen, if only she hadn't been frozen with mind numbing panic.
“Just hold on! The rope will hold, trust me! Parker is never wrong!” Sophie shouted over the ledge of the roof, exactly the place where Ilsa wanted to be right now. On the roof. Feet connecting something solid, instead hanging in here, above fast, empty space.
“Just...Think happy thoughts! I'll be right back!”
29. Lies
Of course everyone had assured her that the plan would work flawlessly. Sophie had learned that when ever someone said that, the plan, whatever it was, was going to crumble to pieces at the most unexpected time. This time, when the plan vaporized, Sophie didn't worry about her or her teams fate, she worried about Ilsa. Strong, confident Ilsa, who had had her back all through this, and whom she now had to leave behind.
“Sophie, are you alright? Sophie?” crackled through the phone.
“Yes, I'm fine,” she said automatically.
30. Underneath
The flower bouquet gets delivered into Ilsa's office while she is in Europe. By the time she gets back, the flowers have already wilted. A few stems of roses still hold, bright and pink against the dry leaves. Ilsa reads the short note, that is nothing but a sequence of numbers. Ilsa throws the flowers away and almost throws away the card too. But something stops her in mid movement, and she just puts the card away, in the bottom of her purse. She forgets it there for days, until one evening, when she is looking for her phone, her fingers brush against the card underneath it.
She takes the card out and places it against the glass of the computer. It doesn't take long to analyze the sequence. It's just a name of a place, written in numbers. A bar, in Boston, the computer informs her. Ilsa thinks of Sophie, the way she walked and smiled and talked. She doesn't know what to do. Computer searches automatically all phone numbers available for this location. Ilsa stares at them for a moment, before reaching for the phone.