Wen Spencer - Wolf Who Rules

Tinker released the winds. The kids huddle against the back corner of the loft bed.

"We won't hurt you," she told them, "but I need to leave."

"Hey," Keiko called. She pulled off a necklace and scrambled forward to dangle it out to Tinker. "Take this. It will protect you."

"From what?"

"Tengu."

Tinker looped the necklace over her neck and picked her way out onto the branch. "How the hell did you get a hoverbike the whole way up here? I know the lift engine can't do a hundred feet straight up - or down."

"Flying blind." Stormsong uncocked her shotgun and holstered it. "Hang tight to me - this is going to be tricky. And you might want to close your eyes."

Tinker clung tight to Stormsong, trying to let her trust of the bodyguard override her knowledge of the hoverbike's limitations. Stormsong didn't even turn on bike's headlight, just raced the bike's engine and then tipped them over the edge. A squeak of fear leapt up Tinker's throat - followed by her heart - as they nose-dived. They hit a lower branch that cracked under the lift drive and suddenly they were corkscrewing madly. She gripped Stormsong tight. She felt more than saw the blur off tree trunks and branches as they kissed off them. Seconds later they straightened out and roared through the darkness - Pony on a second hoverbike waiting on the ground running along side of them.

"Thank you," Stormsong called back.

"What for? You rescued me."

"Yes, but you trusted me to do my job."

The sekasha suggested a bath and bed, but Tinker didn't want to unwind and take it easy. Things in Pittsburgh were bad, and getting worse, and like it or not, she was one of the few people that had the power to fix things. The only question was how.

She placated the sekasha by agreeing to dinner and took her datapad with her to the enclave's private dining hall. Maynard thought that opening a line of communication with Earth would be key. Yeah, right, just phone home. Riki had said that the dragon was the wizard of Oz, and implied that dragons understood how to move from world to world. She didn't know where the dragon was, however, and from the sounds of it, both the oni and tengu were searching hard for it. Follow the yellow brick road? What road? Ohio River Boulevard? I-279? The last lead she had was the black willow tree and last she saw of that, it was flambй.

Wait, she had gotten seeds from the black willow. At least, she thought she did. She had Windwolf's staff track the small jar down, and the MP3 player. Watching the seeds wriggle in the glass, she listened to the songs recorded on the player. It was one of Oilcan's favorite elf rock groups, playing a collection of songs that her cousin had wrote for them. If you didn't know Oilcan, the songs seemed to be about lost lovers. Tinker knew that they were about his mother. Odd how the words could stay the same but knowledge changed the meaning.

Tinker laid her head on the table and remembered Riki in another light.

Pony ran his hand across her back, a delicious feeling that uncoiled a sudden deep need. On the heels of that, like cracking open a bottle full of dark storm winds, a confusing wash of emotions.

"Don't do that." Tinker shifted away from his touch and tried to cork the bottle. She was too fragile for that.

"Have I hurt you?" Pony asked.

She shook her head.

"All day, you have avoided me as if I had. I need to understand - what have I done wrong? We are not fitting this way."

She had? She hadn't even been aware of it. "It's not you. It's me. I-I've so totally-" Unfortunately there wasn't an Elvish match for the word 'fucked up,' so she stuck in the English, "everything and everyone."

"Fuck," Pony repeated the English curse. "Can you teach me that?"

"No!" She realized he meant the word's meaning, not the actual action. "It means intercourse." And once she saw the confusion in Pony's face as he tried to plug in the meaning into her sentence, she added, "It's a curse word generally meaning - well - anything you want it to mean. It's one of the more versatile words we have."

"How do you conjugate it?"

"Fuck, Fucking, Fucked when used as a verb. It can be used as a noun, indicate person, place or thing, generally derogatory." This was the not the conversation she thought she'd be having with Pony this evening. "It could also be combined - creatively - with other words. Fuck-head. Fuck-off. Fuck-wad."

"I'm starting to understand a little more about human fascination with sex."

"Besides the fact that it's so damn fun?"

"What is damn?"

"Pony!"

"I feel that it is time that I learned English."

She felt a pang of guilt knowing that Pony hadn't understood any of Nathan's last words, that he had only seen her struggling in Nathan's hold and her cry for help. "Yes, that would be good."

"Why do you feel this way? That you have 'fucked up?' You have done the best you can against very difficult situations."

"Pittsburgh is stuck here on Elfhome. Nathan is dead. Half the people I know probably hate my guts now. I'm not sure even Oilcan or Lain will ever want to see me again. I cheated on my husband, and seduced you! How is that 'the best?' Gods forbid, if I had done my worse!"

He reached out and pulled her back, into his lap.

"Pony." She wriggled, trying to escape him.

" Domi," he whispered into her hair, his lips brushing the tips of her ears, sending a shiver of want through her. "Have I no will of my own? Am I your puppet?"

She stared into his dark eyes and felt cold dread take hold. "I don't want to talk about this."

"Because if you're in control, I am not to blame for my actions?"

"Pony, please."

"And if I am not under your control, does that make me a terrifying stranger? Someone that you do not know?"

She clung to him then, afraid that he would slip away from her. "Please, Pony, you're the only thing sane about my life right now."

"You are being unfair to both of us to say that what happened was only by your hand. I am not your puppet. You did not act alone. You can not be solely responsible."

"You do what I tell you to do. I told you I wanted sex and you gave it to me."

"I choose to do what you tell me." He took her hand and nuzzled her wrist. "I was pleased that you trusted me enough to turn to me and to stop when you changed your mind."

"I'm just supposed to use you? Get off and then throw you across the room? Like you're some kind of-" She was going to say 'vibrator' but elves didn't a word for battery-operated sex toys. Nor did she want to hurt him more by being crude. "- substitute for my husband?"

"That is what I am. I am to be here for you when Wolf can not be."

"But - But -And you're okay with that?"

"I have lived my entire life knowing that as a sekasha, if I became a domi's beholden, that she might take me to bed. And I knew, when I offered myself to you that meant all of me. My life is yours. My love is yours. And I have watched you fight the demon spawn themselves to keep me from harm. Nothing happened yesterday that I did not know might happen, that I wanted to stop, and that I am sorry about - except the part about being thrown across the room."

If he thought this was going to make her feel better, he was wrong. She felt worse, and struggled to keep from showing it. Obviously she sucked at it as sadness filled his eyes.

"I did not realize until Stormsong explained that humans are so - singular - with their love. It is not our way." Pony used the inclusive "our" meaning that they both belonged to it: she was one of them. "That is why we sekasha are naekuna; so you can turn to us if you need us."

"Oh, Pony, I might have the body of an elf, but in here-" she tapped her temple. "I'm still a human. I can't commit to one person-heart and soul-and then take another one to bed, without feeling like I'm doing something wrong. I just can't."