FIC Just a Little Mod
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shanachie_quillTitle: Just A Little Mod
Characters: Henry Foss, Ashley Magnus, Cee Macleod
Fandom: Sanctuary
Summary: Henry just planned to get some body mod done, not change the course of his love life.
Rating: R
Warnings: Swearing
Disclaimer: No one recognizable belongs to me
Author's Note: This was supposed to just be an introduction of Cee to the Sanctuary universe…yeah things never go as I plan. Translations at the end of the fic.
Ashley eyed the store front with trepidation. She would plunge headlong into a nest of vampires without a second thought, would trust anyone in the Sanctuary network with her life, had trusted the man beside her with her life and believed he could build just about anything from spare parts. She wasn’t sure she could trust his judgment about this though. “Are you sure about this?” she asked. “It doesn’t look exactly…sanitary.”
Henry looked up from the tablet he had been fiddling with to stare at the store front himself. “Don’t judge a graphic novel by its cover, Ash. This one has the reputation I want.”
“For what? Salmonella and infections?”
“You don’t get salmonella from piercings or tattoos.” He sighed. “If you’re just gonna be a bitch about it, go home. I can do this on my own.”
“Hey.” Ashley bumped her hip against his. “I’m here to support you. I just reserve the right to snark at you at the same time.”
“And that would be different than any other day how?” Henry tucked the tablet into one of his many pockets and reached for the door. “I mean it, Ash. If you aren’t gonna be semi-nice, go home.”
Ashley held her hands up. “Hey, this is me. On my best behavior.”
“That’s what I’m afraid of,” he muttered half-under his breath as he led the way inside.
The man behind the counter looked up as they entered. “Abnormals only,” he commented before looking back down. Ashley watched as Henry strolled up to the counter, smacking his hand down on it. When the man looked up, his fingers moved in a complicated gesture. The man’s eyes flicked to her. “You vouching for her?” he asked.
“Yeah,” Henry answered. “I’m looking to get some work done.”
“Cee’s busy. When the guy leaves, she’ll talk to you. I need ID and a picture if you’re getting ink.”
Henry was reaching for his wallet when a crash came from the direction of the hallway. A moment later a girl stormed out, a taller male being dragged in her wake. At first glance it looked like he was just following her, but a second look showed she had a grip on the ring threaded through his lip. “I told you that you weren’t welcome here!” she was saying as she pulled him into the main room. “Get out. Stay out. If you come back, you’d better be bleeding out!” Moving her hand off his mouth, she put it behind his neck and shoved him forward, sending him sprawling across the floor. “I don’t want to see him again, goddamn it!” she informed the man behind the counter. “Or anyone else!”
“Cee, ya got payin’…” he started.
“Fuck ‘em,” she responded. “Five damn minutes.” Turning on her heel, she stomped back the way she’d come.
Henry blinked as the man turned back to him, obviously unphased by the display. “Like I said, I’ll need ID and Cee’ll be with you in a minute. Oh and a picture if ya want ink.”
When Henry turned to look at Ashley after handing over his ID, she had a look on her face that he knew well. “No,” he said. “Whatever you’re thinking. The answer is no.”
“All I was going to say was that maybe the piercing isn’t so a bad idea,” she said. “It looks like it might be…handy.”
“I’m not going to get anything pierced that you’re going to get your hands on, Ashley,” Henry responded, accepting his ID from the man. “And you are not getting a damn thing pierced, inked, or otherwise mod’ed until you are over eighteen. Because I’m not explaining to your mother how you finagled permission.”
Exactly five minutes later, the man nodded towards the hallway. “Just go straight back. You can’t miss the room.”
The hallway dead ended in a room that was obviously the one they’d been directed to since it was the only one where the curtain was open. Henry poked his head inside, blinking as the girl inside (the one who’d stormed into the main room) pulled a crop top over her bra. “Ah, we can come back,” he said tentatively.
“For?” she asked as she turned around. “I assume you’re looking to get something done?”
“Ye-ah,” Henry said slowly. “I actually have, um…” He fumbled with his pocket, pulling his tablet out and shoving it towards her. “A graph and plans. And…”
She caught the tablet before it fell, smiling easily at him. “Relax, sugar. I don’t bite. Unless you ask me nicely. And never, ever on a first date.” She laughed out loud as he turned bright red and backed towards the door, almost tripping over his friend.
The blonde rolled her eyes, shoving him forward again. “Get a grip, Henry. She’s gonna think you’ve never seen a girl before or start thinking you copped a fake ID somewhere.”
“No, I’m sorry,” the girl responded, taking a deep breath. “I deal with too many people who are used to my sense of impropriety. And there’s some other stuff going on that’s making me more of a…bitch than usual.” She held her hand out. “Can we start over? Cee Macleod. I hear you’re looking to get some work done.”
Henry smiled at her attempt to be serious. “Henry Foss. My friend, Ashley. And, yeah, I am. Sea, really?”
She made a face. “It’s spelled C-E-E and is short for Cecilia.” Tapping the tablet she still held, she changed the subject, “You said something about plans and a graph?”
He nodded. “I’d like to get piercings and ink done. I know everything can’t be done today, but I heal faster than most people so I graphed out my normal healing and about how long I expected it to take and what all I’d like to get done…” Henry trailed off when he saw her staring at his information. “Too much?” he asked in a small voice.
She blinked. “No. Sorry. Damn. I wish all my clients were as well informed as you. This is really, really good.” She traced a line on his graph. “This? Your healing ability? You’re blaidd-ddyn?”
Across the room, Ashley tensed, turning to face the smaller woman. “He’s not,” she said forcefully. “He’s not that. He’s Henry.”
Cee held her hands out non-threateningly. “I didn’t mean anything bad by it. I need to know as much as possible so I can use the right materials on him.”
“Ash, it’s okay,” Henry said soothingly. “She wasn’t prying.” He got up and crossed over to the younger girl, murmuring to her in a low voice for a few minutes. Cee busied herself with looking at the rest of his plans while they talked.
When he returned to his seat by the petite artist, Ashley’s homicidal intent had dimmed, leaving her looking a few levels below murderous. Deciding it was in her best interests to move forward, Cee said, “I can do both nipples and your belly button today. I wouldn’t push it further than that till we see how your body reacts. The other thing is your girlfriend is gonna have to leave them alone until they heal up.”
“My…” Henry’s eyes widened as he realized who she was referring to. “Ashley? My girlfriend? No. Oh, no. No. No. No. Sooo not my girlfriend.”
Ashley stuck her tongue out at him. “You don’t have to sound so creeped out about it.”
“Duuude.” Henry shuddered. “I watched your mother change your diapers.”
She opened her mouth, then shut it with a snap, apparently not having a response to that. Instead she crossed her arms and glared at Henry.
“Oookay.” Cee pointed to the tablet again, not wanting to get involved in what was obviously a family issue. “You’ve got two tats marked down, but no pictures.”
“Yeah. I couldn’t find anything that was exactly what I wanted so I was hoping you had some suggestions.”
“If you can give me some ideas and guidelines, I can sketch something out for you no problem,” Cee answered with a nod.
Henry smiled. “That sounds good. Could you do it by the next time I come in?”
“Absolutely. Give me a general idea if you want and I’ll do some work ups.”
“I was thinking a sunburst on my calf and then two stars on my back,” Henry answered, “but I hadn’t gotten any farther than that.”
Cee nodded, jotting down some notes on a pad she’d snagged from near-by. “All right. I should have enough with that to at least give you some options.” She copied down his notes about healing and what he wanted done before standing up. “All ready for me to punch holes in you?”
“Um…” Henry stared at her in worry for a minute. “Do what?”
“Shirt off and most likely pants unbuttoned,” Cee replied, moving across the room to where she stored the equipment.
Henry continued to stare at her as she picked through the organized boxes, deft hands pulling out the rings and gun she would need. “I’m sorry. Why?”
Cee looked over her shoulder at him, her body stilling as she tried to figure out what part of her order was confusing him. “You still want the piercings done, right? I can’t do it through clothes, carbhaidh, so lose the shirt and unbutton the pants. And then take a seat again.” She crossed the room, hooking a small rolling table with a foot and dragging it with her. Glancing at Ashley as she dumped the rings in the antiseptic, she asked, “Are you planning to hold his hand?”
Ashley snorted. “I think he’s a big enough boy to handle this himself. He’s the one that decided to voluntarily inflict pain on himself.”
“Voluntarily inflicting pain or not, he still might like a little comfort. Even the toughest of the duine in my cuideachd have someone holding a hand for their first ink,” Cee responded.
“And how old are they for that generally?” Henry asked curiously as he followed her orders finally pulling off his shirt and slowly undoing his belt.
“This? Not a strip show, carbhaidh. Off with the belt and lemme see some more skin.” Cee tugged at the button on his pants, pushing him back into the chair. Henry fell with a yelp and wide eyes, attempting to protect his pants and cover his chest at the same time. She rolled her eyes at his reaction. “Okay, this is not going to work if you aren’t going to be a bit more…I have never met someone who’s into mod so body shy. I already promised not to bite you unless you asked nicely. Let me extend that to cover molesting or touching you any way that I don’t need to other than for piercing or doing the ink. But I’m going to need to touch and see you…especially if you want me to do the Prince Albert.”
Ashley raised a hand, waving at them from where she’d taken a seat across the room. “What’s a Prince Albert?”
Henry’s face turned bright red, something that in other circumstances Cee might find adorable, but right now she just found annoying. “Hey, Blondie, ask your embarrassing questions to the boy later.” Picking up her piercing gun, she pointed it at Henry. “We doing this or what?”
He took a deep breath. “Yeah, we are. Ash, either shut up or go wait in the main room.” He glanced upwards at Cee. “I assume she’ll be okay there?”
“Yeah, Deacon won’t bother her. Matter of fact go. Please.” Cee didn’t take her eyes off Henry as she spoke. “Right now I’m about thirty seconds away from tossing you both out on your asses. And since there’s a reason Henry decided to do this and he’s not gonna find someone else competent with his unique physiology…I suggest you not fuck it up for him.”
Ashley looked Cee up and down. “Girl, you couldn’t toss me if you wanted to.”
Cee turned to look at her now, her eyes shifting and flashing from green to gold just long enough for Ashley to catch it. “Don’t. Fuck. With. Me.”
Ashley hadn’t been raised with humans or in any way most people would consider normal, and it took a lot to make her step back from anything, but she had to think twice at the look Cee gave her. She wasn’t sure exactly what Cee was, didn’t know what she’d called Henry—other than she knew Cee knew he wasn’t fully human—but something about the other woman, despite how small she was, was making her step back now. “Henry?” she questioned.
“I’ll be fine, Ash. Go wait in the main room. And try not to start a fight,” Henry answered. He waited until she left, not really cowered, but willing to listen. “She’s young,” he started.
“She’s a cub,” Cee replied. “And she needs to learn not to challenge someone who might be more alpha than her.”
“She’s used to challenge,” Henry answered softly.
“It’s a dangerous world, Henry, sometimes challenge isn’t the way to go,” Cee responded. “I’ve learned that the hard way.”
Henry was sure there was more to her words than she was saying, but he didn’t know her well enough to feel comfortable asking. Instead he motioned to the paraphernalia she’d laid out. “You still willing to do this?” he asked.
“I meant what I said about no one else having the knowledge to do this the right way and if nothing else I take pride in my craft.” She tilted her head as she looked at him. “Besides…there’s something about you.”
Henry puzzled over her words as she moved confidently forward, graceful hands moving over his skin. He’d have time in the coming weeks to figure out what she meant. And why he felt drawn to her.
Translations:
carbhaidh—sweetie (sweetmeat)
duine—man
cuideachd—family
Characters: Henry Foss, Ashley Magnus, Cee Macleod
Fandom: Sanctuary
Summary: Henry just planned to get some body mod done, not change the course of his love life.
Rating: R
Warnings: Swearing
Disclaimer: No one recognizable belongs to me
Author's Note: This was supposed to just be an introduction of Cee to the Sanctuary universe…yeah things never go as I plan. Translations at the end of the fic.
Ashley eyed the store front with trepidation. She would plunge headlong into a nest of vampires without a second thought, would trust anyone in the Sanctuary network with her life, had trusted the man beside her with her life and believed he could build just about anything from spare parts. She wasn’t sure she could trust his judgment about this though. “Are you sure about this?” she asked. “It doesn’t look exactly…sanitary.”
Henry looked up from the tablet he had been fiddling with to stare at the store front himself. “Don’t judge a graphic novel by its cover, Ash. This one has the reputation I want.”
“For what? Salmonella and infections?”
“You don’t get salmonella from piercings or tattoos.” He sighed. “If you’re just gonna be a bitch about it, go home. I can do this on my own.”
“Hey.” Ashley bumped her hip against his. “I’m here to support you. I just reserve the right to snark at you at the same time.”
“And that would be different than any other day how?” Henry tucked the tablet into one of his many pockets and reached for the door. “I mean it, Ash. If you aren’t gonna be semi-nice, go home.”
Ashley held her hands up. “Hey, this is me. On my best behavior.”
“That’s what I’m afraid of,” he muttered half-under his breath as he led the way inside.
The man behind the counter looked up as they entered. “Abnormals only,” he commented before looking back down. Ashley watched as Henry strolled up to the counter, smacking his hand down on it. When the man looked up, his fingers moved in a complicated gesture. The man’s eyes flicked to her. “You vouching for her?” he asked.
“Yeah,” Henry answered. “I’m looking to get some work done.”
“Cee’s busy. When the guy leaves, she’ll talk to you. I need ID and a picture if you’re getting ink.”
Henry was reaching for his wallet when a crash came from the direction of the hallway. A moment later a girl stormed out, a taller male being dragged in her wake. At first glance it looked like he was just following her, but a second look showed she had a grip on the ring threaded through his lip. “I told you that you weren’t welcome here!” she was saying as she pulled him into the main room. “Get out. Stay out. If you come back, you’d better be bleeding out!” Moving her hand off his mouth, she put it behind his neck and shoved him forward, sending him sprawling across the floor. “I don’t want to see him again, goddamn it!” she informed the man behind the counter. “Or anyone else!”
“Cee, ya got payin’…” he started.
“Fuck ‘em,” she responded. “Five damn minutes.” Turning on her heel, she stomped back the way she’d come.
Henry blinked as the man turned back to him, obviously unphased by the display. “Like I said, I’ll need ID and Cee’ll be with you in a minute. Oh and a picture if ya want ink.”
When Henry turned to look at Ashley after handing over his ID, she had a look on her face that he knew well. “No,” he said. “Whatever you’re thinking. The answer is no.”
“All I was going to say was that maybe the piercing isn’t so a bad idea,” she said. “It looks like it might be…handy.”
“I’m not going to get anything pierced that you’re going to get your hands on, Ashley,” Henry responded, accepting his ID from the man. “And you are not getting a damn thing pierced, inked, or otherwise mod’ed until you are over eighteen. Because I’m not explaining to your mother how you finagled permission.”
Exactly five minutes later, the man nodded towards the hallway. “Just go straight back. You can’t miss the room.”
The hallway dead ended in a room that was obviously the one they’d been directed to since it was the only one where the curtain was open. Henry poked his head inside, blinking as the girl inside (the one who’d stormed into the main room) pulled a crop top over her bra. “Ah, we can come back,” he said tentatively.
“For?” she asked as she turned around. “I assume you’re looking to get something done?”
“Ye-ah,” Henry said slowly. “I actually have, um…” He fumbled with his pocket, pulling his tablet out and shoving it towards her. “A graph and plans. And…”
She caught the tablet before it fell, smiling easily at him. “Relax, sugar. I don’t bite. Unless you ask me nicely. And never, ever on a first date.” She laughed out loud as he turned bright red and backed towards the door, almost tripping over his friend.
The blonde rolled her eyes, shoving him forward again. “Get a grip, Henry. She’s gonna think you’ve never seen a girl before or start thinking you copped a fake ID somewhere.”
“No, I’m sorry,” the girl responded, taking a deep breath. “I deal with too many people who are used to my sense of impropriety. And there’s some other stuff going on that’s making me more of a…bitch than usual.” She held her hand out. “Can we start over? Cee Macleod. I hear you’re looking to get some work done.”
Henry smiled at her attempt to be serious. “Henry Foss. My friend, Ashley. And, yeah, I am. Sea, really?”
She made a face. “It’s spelled C-E-E and is short for Cecilia.” Tapping the tablet she still held, she changed the subject, “You said something about plans and a graph?”
He nodded. “I’d like to get piercings and ink done. I know everything can’t be done today, but I heal faster than most people so I graphed out my normal healing and about how long I expected it to take and what all I’d like to get done…” Henry trailed off when he saw her staring at his information. “Too much?” he asked in a small voice.
She blinked. “No. Sorry. Damn. I wish all my clients were as well informed as you. This is really, really good.” She traced a line on his graph. “This? Your healing ability? You’re blaidd-ddyn?”
Across the room, Ashley tensed, turning to face the smaller woman. “He’s not,” she said forcefully. “He’s not that. He’s Henry.”
Cee held her hands out non-threateningly. “I didn’t mean anything bad by it. I need to know as much as possible so I can use the right materials on him.”
“Ash, it’s okay,” Henry said soothingly. “She wasn’t prying.” He got up and crossed over to the younger girl, murmuring to her in a low voice for a few minutes. Cee busied herself with looking at the rest of his plans while they talked.
When he returned to his seat by the petite artist, Ashley’s homicidal intent had dimmed, leaving her looking a few levels below murderous. Deciding it was in her best interests to move forward, Cee said, “I can do both nipples and your belly button today. I wouldn’t push it further than that till we see how your body reacts. The other thing is your girlfriend is gonna have to leave them alone until they heal up.”
“My…” Henry’s eyes widened as he realized who she was referring to. “Ashley? My girlfriend? No. Oh, no. No. No. No. Sooo not my girlfriend.”
Ashley stuck her tongue out at him. “You don’t have to sound so creeped out about it.”
“Duuude.” Henry shuddered. “I watched your mother change your diapers.”
She opened her mouth, then shut it with a snap, apparently not having a response to that. Instead she crossed her arms and glared at Henry.
“Oookay.” Cee pointed to the tablet again, not wanting to get involved in what was obviously a family issue. “You’ve got two tats marked down, but no pictures.”
“Yeah. I couldn’t find anything that was exactly what I wanted so I was hoping you had some suggestions.”
“If you can give me some ideas and guidelines, I can sketch something out for you no problem,” Cee answered with a nod.
Henry smiled. “That sounds good. Could you do it by the next time I come in?”
“Absolutely. Give me a general idea if you want and I’ll do some work ups.”
“I was thinking a sunburst on my calf and then two stars on my back,” Henry answered, “but I hadn’t gotten any farther than that.”
Cee nodded, jotting down some notes on a pad she’d snagged from near-by. “All right. I should have enough with that to at least give you some options.” She copied down his notes about healing and what he wanted done before standing up. “All ready for me to punch holes in you?”
“Um…” Henry stared at her in worry for a minute. “Do what?”
“Shirt off and most likely pants unbuttoned,” Cee replied, moving across the room to where she stored the equipment.
Henry continued to stare at her as she picked through the organized boxes, deft hands pulling out the rings and gun she would need. “I’m sorry. Why?”
Cee looked over her shoulder at him, her body stilling as she tried to figure out what part of her order was confusing him. “You still want the piercings done, right? I can’t do it through clothes, carbhaidh, so lose the shirt and unbutton the pants. And then take a seat again.” She crossed the room, hooking a small rolling table with a foot and dragging it with her. Glancing at Ashley as she dumped the rings in the antiseptic, she asked, “Are you planning to hold his hand?”
Ashley snorted. “I think he’s a big enough boy to handle this himself. He’s the one that decided to voluntarily inflict pain on himself.”
“Voluntarily inflicting pain or not, he still might like a little comfort. Even the toughest of the duine in my cuideachd have someone holding a hand for their first ink,” Cee responded.
“And how old are they for that generally?” Henry asked curiously as he followed her orders finally pulling off his shirt and slowly undoing his belt.
“This? Not a strip show, carbhaidh. Off with the belt and lemme see some more skin.” Cee tugged at the button on his pants, pushing him back into the chair. Henry fell with a yelp and wide eyes, attempting to protect his pants and cover his chest at the same time. She rolled her eyes at his reaction. “Okay, this is not going to work if you aren’t going to be a bit more…I have never met someone who’s into mod so body shy. I already promised not to bite you unless you asked nicely. Let me extend that to cover molesting or touching you any way that I don’t need to other than for piercing or doing the ink. But I’m going to need to touch and see you…especially if you want me to do the Prince Albert.”
Ashley raised a hand, waving at them from where she’d taken a seat across the room. “What’s a Prince Albert?”
Henry’s face turned bright red, something that in other circumstances Cee might find adorable, but right now she just found annoying. “Hey, Blondie, ask your embarrassing questions to the boy later.” Picking up her piercing gun, she pointed it at Henry. “We doing this or what?”
He took a deep breath. “Yeah, we are. Ash, either shut up or go wait in the main room.” He glanced upwards at Cee. “I assume she’ll be okay there?”
“Yeah, Deacon won’t bother her. Matter of fact go. Please.” Cee didn’t take her eyes off Henry as she spoke. “Right now I’m about thirty seconds away from tossing you both out on your asses. And since there’s a reason Henry decided to do this and he’s not gonna find someone else competent with his unique physiology…I suggest you not fuck it up for him.”
Ashley looked Cee up and down. “Girl, you couldn’t toss me if you wanted to.”
Cee turned to look at her now, her eyes shifting and flashing from green to gold just long enough for Ashley to catch it. “Don’t. Fuck. With. Me.”
Ashley hadn’t been raised with humans or in any way most people would consider normal, and it took a lot to make her step back from anything, but she had to think twice at the look Cee gave her. She wasn’t sure exactly what Cee was, didn’t know what she’d called Henry—other than she knew Cee knew he wasn’t fully human—but something about the other woman, despite how small she was, was making her step back now. “Henry?” she questioned.
“I’ll be fine, Ash. Go wait in the main room. And try not to start a fight,” Henry answered. He waited until she left, not really cowered, but willing to listen. “She’s young,” he started.
“She’s a cub,” Cee replied. “And she needs to learn not to challenge someone who might be more alpha than her.”
“She’s used to challenge,” Henry answered softly.
“It’s a dangerous world, Henry, sometimes challenge isn’t the way to go,” Cee responded. “I’ve learned that the hard way.”
Henry was sure there was more to her words than she was saying, but he didn’t know her well enough to feel comfortable asking. Instead he motioned to the paraphernalia she’d laid out. “You still willing to do this?” he asked.
“I meant what I said about no one else having the knowledge to do this the right way and if nothing else I take pride in my craft.” She tilted her head as she looked at him. “Besides…there’s something about you.”
Henry puzzled over her words as she moved confidently forward, graceful hands moving over his skin. He’d have time in the coming weeks to figure out what she meant. And why he felt drawn to her.
Translations:
carbhaidh—sweetie (sweetmeat)
duine—man
cuideachd—family
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12/1/11 14:57 (UTC)it's awesome thoug, and I love the face-off between Ashey and Cee!
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15/1/11 04:01 (UTC)Thanks! Right? Cee is not backing down from that blonde thing.
I think I translated something wrong...used Welsh instead of Scottish and forgot to actually give a translation.
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15/1/11 22:14 (UTC)The face-off between Cee and Magnus would be EPIC! Can you imagine it?
Yes?
Now can you write it for me?
:P
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16/1/11 00:40 (UTC)I'm writing Cee arriving at Sanctuary...but I'm working or I will be working on Porn Battle tonight.
I'm assuming you want the face-off between Cee and Magnus and that will never happen...so um...No?