Hybrids
Title: Hybrids
Universe: That Damn Mpreg
Rating: PG
Summary: Jenny Wisdom and Daemon Summers aren’t entirely human, and neither of them look at problems the way most people would.
“How did this happen?” Daemon asked, throwing himself into the chair across from Jenny.
“Buggered if I know,” the half-fae snapped. “Oh, wait. It was because I fucked you.” She tore the cigarette in her fingers to bits, scattering the tobacco. “And now I’m well and truly fucked.”
“Perhaps we should-”
“If you say we should call your family, I’m going to feed you to my cat. That’s your solution for everything.”
“Well, everything I learned as a child says that I should work up a curse to murder the unborn before it can come forth and wreak havoc, and I’m pretty sure that’s not the thing to do,” Daemon growled, raking his hands through his dirty blond hair.
Jenny cocked her head to one side and considered her stomach thoughtfully. “So, a curse… how long would this take to work up?”
“Jenny!”
“Bloody hell, Summers, the last thing this reality needs is a fairy-demon-human hybrid running about mucking with reality. That Altman-Kaplan wanker’s bad enough.” She folded her hands together and scowled. “Sides, you really think either of us is set to play house? Bollocks.”
“So we just… end it.” Daemon looked at the shredded tobacco scattered around Jenny.
“That’s the plan. If this isn’t just some scare cooked up by whatever perverse entity runs this universe.”
Universe: That Damn Mpreg
Rating: PG
Summary: Jenny Wisdom and Daemon Summers aren’t entirely human, and neither of them look at problems the way most people would.
“How did this happen?” Daemon asked, throwing himself into the chair across from Jenny.
“Buggered if I know,” the half-fae snapped. “Oh, wait. It was because I fucked you.” She tore the cigarette in her fingers to bits, scattering the tobacco. “And now I’m well and truly fucked.”
“Perhaps we should-”
“If you say we should call your family, I’m going to feed you to my cat. That’s your solution for everything.”
“Well, everything I learned as a child says that I should work up a curse to murder the unborn before it can come forth and wreak havoc, and I’m pretty sure that’s not the thing to do,” Daemon growled, raking his hands through his dirty blond hair.
Jenny cocked her head to one side and considered her stomach thoughtfully. “So, a curse… how long would this take to work up?”
“Jenny!”
“Bloody hell, Summers, the last thing this reality needs is a fairy-demon-human hybrid running about mucking with reality. That Altman-Kaplan wanker’s bad enough.” She folded her hands together and scowled. “Sides, you really think either of us is set to play house? Bollocks.”
“So we just… end it.” Daemon looked at the shredded tobacco scattered around Jenny.
“That’s the plan. If this isn’t just some scare cooked up by whatever perverse entity runs this universe.”