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All Over The World (And Other Stories)	By : Starbug Category: BtVS Crossovers > Misc - General Views: 881 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Never quite figured out who owns the Buffyverse, but I know for a fact that it's not me. Planetary was created by Warren Ellis and John Cassaday and is owned by WildStorm comics.

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Title:
All Over The World (And Other Stories)
Author:
Starbug
Rating: PG-13/R
Pairings:
Illyria/Jakita Wagner

Summery:
There are a million and one stories in the secret history of our
planet. This one is about two very unusual people first met...
(Angel/Planetary)
Disclaimer: Never quite figured
out who owns the Buffyverse, but I know for a fact that it's not me.
Planetary was created by Warren Ellis and John Cassaday and is owned
by WildStorm comics.
Starbug's Note: based on Joe’s
“Ten Women Illyria Never Built A Kingdom With”,
and written mainly to annoy him.

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Jakita
had to laugh: it was the only thing that kept her from going insane
at times. The low threshold for boredom she had inherited from her
biological parents had brought her to Planetary, but that alone
probably wouldn’t have been enough to keep her there, all
things considered.

LA
had kept her from getting bored, and indeed, the resulting addition
to the team made it clear that she wouldn’t be getting bored
anytime soon.

A far longer
than average life span, much of which spent working for Planetary in
one way or another, meant that she had seen a lot of things that most
people would simply refuse to belive. After all, how many people
could claim to have seen giant flying monsters on an island off of
Japan, the ghost of a murdered cop in Hong Kong, or beaten up giant
radioactive ants in the Nevada desert?

But
LA had been the first time that she’d seen a real-life,
honest-to-what-ever-gods-you-belive-in, dragon.

They hadn’t
even known that anything was going to happen until just an hour
before they got there: they’d been on their way back to New
York from Australia when they’d received an urgent call from
the LA Field office, informing them that something big and wired was
going down in the City of Angels. A hastatly deverted flight later,
and they’d arived just in time to see the end of the battle.

It was at
that point that they first met Illyria of Vahla ha'nesh, God-King of
the Primordium Age. First impressions are always important, and the
Planetary teams first impression of the Old One was seeing her swing
aforementioned dragon around her head by the tail and throw it into a
nearby hotel, which promptly collapsed on its head, killing it.

The Drummer
had made some comment about the scene fulfilling a long-held fantasy
of his, and that had gotten the strange woman’s attention.
Elijah had acted fast to freeze all the other demons in place while
they had talked, Jakita occasionally taking the time to shatter one
of the demons into hundreds of icy pieces. That had gotten Illyria’s
attention, and she had agreed to go back to the field office with
them and tell them exactly what had happened.

Elijah
hadn’t said a thing while Illyria sat as still as a statue and
told them what had happened since her re-birth. It was unnerving to
see him so calm and relaxed while something that looked so human but
wasn’t recanted the tale of a only just adverted apocalypse,
but he’d seen more than one in his lifetime. He took everything
she said in his stride, not even blinking when she mentioned the
Circle of the Black Thorn and its almost total destruction. He even
cracked a smile when she mentioned the names of two of her now very
dead comrades.

By the end,
Illyria seemed more human, like a little girl who was lost and a lone
in a would she couldn’t understand. Elijah job offer wasn’t
totally unexpected, but when he invited her to join the field team,
the first time that it had ever been officially expanded beyond the
traditional three people, was still out of the left field. What
Jakita had been more surprised was that the demon accept without
question, offering to go without the standard million dollars a year
as long as she could “do more violence” as she so
eloquently put it.

Intrigued by their
newest member, Jakita had agreed to help her settle into the
apartment in the New York office that came with the job, even though
they never spent much time was there. The first few says had been
basic orientation and assessment, followed by a week of The Drummer
and Doc Brass finding a way to safely return the powers that had been
stripped from her. Illyria had welcomed the development, hinting that
she longed to test herself against The Four. After seeing what she
had done in LA, Jakita was sure that it would be something worth
seeing.

Their relationship had
developed strangely after that: while Elijah treated Illyria as a
useful asset to have on their side and The Drummer kept his distance
from what he called “The scary blue lady”, Jakita was
happy to finally have someone she could spar with and not risk
hurting. While she was not as strong or resilient as her new team
mate, they were matched close enough that she didn’t have to
hold back. It was during a sparing session that things started to
change: Illyria had pinned Jakita to the padded floor, again, and sat
straddling the other woman’s waist, a confused look on her
face. She slowly leaned closer and pressed her surprisingly soft lips
against Jakita’s.

The two of them had
stayed like that for a moment, before Jakita slowly opened her mouth,
her tough running against Illyria’s lips before she opened
them. Despite the fury of their training, the kiss had been
surprisingly soft and tender, even if Illyria was still holding
Jakita’s hands to the floor above her head.

That had been the
start, and they had agreed to take things slowly: Jakita had been
hurt too many times, while Illyria was still learning to live in the
human world and was unused to her body and how it responded. But many
times their sparing sessions ended with them kissing, slowly
exploring each other’s bodies.

Their first ‘date’ had been held
under great secrecy: Jakita had agreed to show Illyria around the
city to get her better acclimatised, and the demon shape-changed into
the form of her shell so as not to draw too much attention (even in
New York). They had done the typical touristy things, such the
Guggenheim and the Statue of Liberty, before going to a matinee on
Broadway.

A moonlit walk through
Central Park followed, Illyria slipping an arm around Jakita's waist
and resting her head on the taller woman's shoulder. For her part,
Jakita had moved her arm up and round her new partners shoulder,
holding her close as they basked in the relatively tranquil night
air. The mugger who'd tried to jump them had looked very surprised
when Illyria had lifted him off the ground by the scruff of his neck,
then simply flung him into the upper branches of a nearby tree.

Even in New York,
there were some things you just didn't expect.

The walk back to the
skyscraper that held both the main office and their apartments had
been conducted in total silence, but there had been a unmistakable
air about them. The elevator ride back to the residential floors had
given them ample time to kiss again, Illyria having ripped the
security camera off of the wall to give them some privacy. Jakita
hadn't known what to expect as they'd headed along the corridor
towards their rooms: Illyria was still using the form of her shell,
but nothing could hide the look in her eyes when they reached her
door.

Jakita had stopped it
there with one last kiss goodnight before stepping across the hall to
her own room. She leaned back against the door for a second after
closing it, then walked towards her bedroom, stripping out of her cat
suit on the way. She was down to her undergarments when her keen
senses told her to dive out of the way a moment before the door was
kicked in. Illyria stood in the shattered frame, having returned to
her preferred blue and red appearance.

“No more
waiting.” She stemmed across the room and lifted the still
stunned Jakita up and over her shoulder before marching into the
bedroom.

Jakita smiled to
herself as she landed on the four poster bed: it was times like this
that made all the crap she had to put up with worth while.

The
End
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