A Weekend Affair # 6 - The Red Bacchanalia

The Catacombs

Every second felt like an hour. Where the hell was she?! He didn't hear Ava anymore, and that sent ice water through his veins. And then, at last, there were voices further ahead.

Erika: "JOHN! She's HERE! Head towards the ICE!"

He followed the sound, running, finally seeing melting ice. Bursting into the cell, he found Erika. And next to her, Ava. He felt like there was a vise around his chest when he saw the blood, saw Archer's body, and he looked at Erika for one skeptical second, deciding if she was part of this, and then deciding she wasn't his skin was becoming flesh again and he was down on the ground scooping Ava into his arms.

"Ava..."

He cradled her head against his chest.

"I'm sorry, I never should have left you alone..."

He shouted at a guard.

"Get a medical team here, now!"

He brushed her hair out of her face, hugging her to him as he felt her shivering, rubbing her back to warm her. Tears were in his eyes. She's was alive, but she clearly wasn't okay.

"I'm so sorry..."

He'd failed her again.
 
Ava's eyes were resting shut, her body slowly getting stronger and stronger as she acclimated to her powers returning. It was then she heard the rush of feet storming the space, Ava's eyes slowly opening. John was already by her side, scooping her into his strong arms. It felt like home again, like she could breathe. Though she started to cough, the act itself still difficult.

John: "Ava..."

"John.."

She choked out as he held her close to his body, Ava clutching at his tunic tightly.

John: "I'm sorry, I never should have left you alone..."

She gently shook her head, hearing the guilt in his tone.

"It's not your fault.."

If anything, it was hers. She walked right into a trap set up by Archer. The moment she was informed her father was in the club she should have gotten John, or at least called for more guards to escort her down.

John: "Get a medical team here, now!"

Ava shook her head, not wanting a medical team. She was weak, but getting stronger as the minutes passed without the power suppression collar on. Her body's unique physiology and resilience was already starting to bounce back, which would make the physical recovery a bit easier. And luckily, she was starting to feel less disoriented and confused. The only real issue was her voice sounding like she had laryngitis and her body feeling like it had been hit by a truck. But outside of that, she was physically fine, just emotionally drained.

"No...no medical team. [cough] Erika healed me...i'm just..cold.."

John hugged her closer, rubbing her back gently to try and warm her up.

John: "I'm so sorry..."

Ava looked up at him, seeing the tears in his eyes, which made her own eyes glassy. Her brows gently furrowed as she gripped his arm.

"Please don't....He planned this all out....He's the one who attempted to poison Haleigh this morning....he framed me to cause all of this hysteria....Everyone was so focused on protecting her....he knew he could easily get me alone....He used a Black Guard to lure me down here...he said my father was back...and I fell right into it...I walked right into his trap..."

Ava's words were strung together through shallow breaths, softly trying to explain to John what happened and how it wasn't anyone's fault but her own for stupidly walking into Archer's trap.

"If Erika hadn't..."

Ava stopped, the painful realization if Erika hadn't arrived, she would be dead right now.

"Thank you..."

She finally said, turning her head away from John's chest to look at Erika. Ava was finally lucid and strong enough to say the words to the White Princess, her hand reaching out to Erika to grasp hers.

"Whatever happens...I will have your back...the Black Court will protect you....You have my word..."

Ava gave Erika and unwavering look of sincerity before gently let go of her hand and curling back into John's chest, tucking herself against his warmth.
 
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It seemed as if their night had shifted back to the White Queen, Zach needing to play out his role as Rook and go protect his Queen from his own King. Brienne sighed, expressing how Haleigh was lucky to have someone as loyal as him.

Zach: “Yeah, well, believe me when I say she earned it.”

Somehow she believed that, because Zach didn't seem like the type of man to give his unwavering support to someone who didn't deserve it. But still, with Cameron being the reason why everyone was alert and at the ready for a war, Brienne stopped Zach to warn him that the Kings were a very powerful family and to be careful. Her eyes were filled with concern knowing if both Cameron and Erika were to team up, while they wouldn't survive, they would take down as many people with them as possible.

Zach: “So are the rest of us.”

His fingers grazed her jaw as he leaned in to kiss her, but stopped, having to head into the Great Hall to assist his Queen. Brienne followed a few feet behind, standing next to Juiliette and giving her a look as if to say, this should be interesting. Apparently Cameron had another kid. Pot meet kettle, Brienne thought with a bit of an amused smile. Jesus, Cameron and Haleigh's marriage was a fucking sham if she ever saw one. And people questioned Brienne's aversion to love? Cameron then made his grand entrance, trying to apologize to Haleigh, making a huge speech. It was all very boring, up until Haleigh threw his and her wedding rings in Cameron's face. Brienne's brows lifted in surprise, but seeing the satisfactory smile spread across Alek's lips as he internally gloated at 'winning', Brienne's smile faded into a sneer. Bastard. She thought. For once, she was on team Cameron for the sheer fact that she didn't want to see Alek win. But Haleigh wasn't having any of Cameron's apology, basically telling him to fuck off. Alek was chomping at the bit, taking every opportunity to peacock that he was winning. Brienne rolled her eyes and shook her head. But as things were heightened in drama within the Great Hall, John suddenly started yelling Ava's name saying that something was wrong. Him and the rest of the Black Guard rushed out of the Great Hall, Brienne looking over at Juliette with a confused look. She was the only one left wearing Black in the room....and then it hit her...her King wasn't there.

"Archer..."

She whispered, her eyes wide. No....no, he couldn't have been so stupid...

Haleigh: "She was last seen heading to the catacombs."

Brienne's eyes were wide as they met with Juliette's then with Bretta's, the thought of her King either attacking or possibly killing another regent heavy on her chest. Brienne pulled out her phone, dialing Archer's number and putting it to her ear.

"Please be getting high, please be getting high...."

She whispered over and over again as the phone continued to ring and ring. Brienne began to feel sick at the thought of what Archer could have possibly done....and what it could cost her. She was not prepared to go to war with the Americans, and worst off, she knew if he had went rogue, that Juliette and Bretta would undoubtedly support the American's as well. It felt like the walls of the Great Hall were starting to close in as she quickly pushed through what remaining crowd there was left and rushed out of the hall, phone still at her ear.

"PICK UP, God damnit!"

She screamed into the phone as she rushed down the hall toward the elevators.

"Come on Archie...please...please...I fucking hate you right now, but I don't want to see you get hurt..."

Brienne got into the elevator and headed down to the catacombs. The moment she stepped out, she felt a draft of freezing cold air sweep past her, an omen that made her heart stop. She could hear voices in the distance, echoing down the tunneled paths of the catacombs. Brienne put her phone away as she made her way toward the voices, until finally, she stopped at the entrance seeing John holding Ava, Erika covered in blood, and Archer's lifeless body laying on the floor. Brienne's eyes were wide, her mouth parted in shock.

"Archer..."

She whispered, her eyes focused on her dead King. They may have had a huge falling out, but Archer was still her friend - her King. She may have hated him for what he said to her at the white brunch, but she didn't want to see him dead. But more than that....her suspicions were correct. He tried to kill Persephone, and now, Brienne may be faced with the aftermath, even with Archer's demise. Brienne slowly made her way into the room as John picked Ava up from the ground. She looked at the Black King - the only Black King left - and gently shook her head.

"I didn't know anything about this....I swear, John..."

Her eyes went to Archer. Brienne was now the sole ruler of the European Black Court which meant whatever she said and did from there on out was a direct reflection of her court. She couldn't be the way she was before. She couldn't brush it off to Archer if she didn't want to deal with it, and vise versa. Brienne was now the only ruling Queen without a King, and she wouldn't fuck it up.

"I'm sorry..."
 
The Catacombs

Ava started to cough, and it was the worst sound he had ever heard. She said his name, clinging to him as he held her, and he started telling her he was sorry.

Ava: "It's not your fault.."

"I should have been here..."

He yelled for a medical team, but Ava said no, that she was healed, just cold. He held her closer, rubbing her back and arms to try and warm her. He said he was sorry, the tears coming.

Ava: "Please don't....He planned this all out....He's the one who attempted to poison Haleigh this morning....he framed me to cause all of this hysteria....Everyone was so focused on protecting her....he knew he could easily get me alone....He used a Black Guard to lure me down here...he said my father was back...and I fell right into it...I walked right into his trap..."

"And I left you vulnerable, so I could protect Haleigh. I should have listened to you, I shouldn't have put her safety above yours."

She looked over at Erika to thank her, and Steel adding his own.

"Thank god you were here."

Ava: "Whatever happens...I will have your back...the Black Court will protect you....You have my word..."

Steel nodded, and then put his attention back on Ava, who was curling against his body. He cradled her head, pulling her to him. And then he saw movement, and Brienne was coming into the room. To gloat, to praise Archer's accomplishment, he didn't know. But his body went metallic, what sound like a roar coming from his chest.

"You."

Brienne: "I didn't know anything about this....I swear, John..."

He stood, scooping Ava up with him.

Brienne: "I'm sorry..."

"You better go pray we don't find out you were involved."

He looked to the guards.

"Make sure she doesn't leave the building."

He would have liked to have wrung her neck right there, or at least marched her into the middle of the party so everyone could see just what her king had done. But right now, he had to focus on Ava, and making sure she was safe and well. With a last nod at Erika, he carried Ava out into the hallway, where he morphed back into flesh, knowing the steel would be cold against her skin. He carried her to the elevator, and back to the Black Wing, to their suite. He laid her down in bed still in her dress and pulled the covers over her, then sat down next to her.

He pulled out his phone, texting the Black Inner Circle and the other US regents.

Archer dead. Tried to murder Ava. She's ok. Brienne on house arrest. Says she didn't know.

He couldn't deal with her right now, though they would have to soon enough. He looked down at Ava, rubbing her body through the quilt, and spoke softly.

"Are you okay?"
 
Hellfire Club – Bacchanalia/Catacombs


:: Bretta felt like she was in a soap opera. At any moment, she was half expecting to hear the themes from either EastEnders or Coronation Street. The White King arrived, but it soone became clear to Bretta that he had no intention of harming either his wife or the two precious babies she was carrying. Bretta gasped in shock and outrage when Haleigh first spoke up once Cameron arrived on the scene. Damien whispered in her ear. ::

Damien: *whispering*: “My Queen...could I sit next to Cassie? She seems to be on edge.”

:: Bretta glanced at her Princess. Cassandra did seem to have her back ramrod straight and her face was completely blank and stony. Bretta turned back to her Rook and nodded and the two switched places discreetly. Bretta noted with approval that Cassandra now appeared less tense now that Damien had his hand on her back comfortingly. It probably wasn’t an easy position for her to be in with all things considered. Still, Bretta did say that Haleigh had the full support and cooperation of her Court. ::

I’m so proud of her already.

:: It turned out to be a good thing that she switched spots with Damien as her focus was now drawn to that of John Steel, who seemed to be all atwitter about the whereabouts of his Queen as well as the fact that she seemed to have been attacked! Bretta was instantly on alert. She may have pledged her support to Haleigh in the event that it was needed, but her Court and the American Black Court were allies. When John raced off to an unknown location, Bretta immediately reignited the instruction spell to both Damien and Cassandra. When Brienne’s eyes met Bretta’s, the dark faerie immediately knew what had happened. ::

ARCHER!

[via ‘instruction spell’] "I doubt that anything will happen here, darlings. However, our ally, Ava Cassadine is in trouble. I’m pretty sure that Archer Fairchild is at cause. We need to be on hand NOW.”

:: Bretta, Damien, and Cassandra all left the Bacchanalia as quietly as possible. Bretta smiled when she spotted her Princess squeezing Giuletta’s arm gently before getting up and leaving. The White Bishop was only trying to help as well as be the voice of reason it would seem. Once all representatives of the ERC left the area, Bretta led them around the corner and turned back to them. ::

“Keep your eyes peeled and be on guard. Archer can be a formidable foe.”

:: Bretta activated her wings and also took out some strange dust. She tossed it over both Cassandra and Damien, making it so that they could now fly. There was a reason why J.M. Barrie included a faerie in his beloved children's book. ;) Bretta shrunk them both down her now tiny size and they all took off flying, Cassandra flying slightly ahead of them as she knew her way around the mansion. Once they arrived in the catacombs, Bretta turned all of them back to normal size and they silently followed Brienne’s voice to the area where John and Ava were. ::

*whispering*: “Both of you will stay here for the time being. I’ll find out—“

:: Before she could even finish her sentence, John appeared with Ava in his arms and headed down the hall. Eyes wide, Bretta looked at a Black Guardsman. ::

“Please tell both your regents that whatever they need from my Court and I, they should only ask.”

:: Bretta looked at both her Princess and Rook and released them both to go back to her suite. They would now be on standby if they were needed by the Black Court. Meanwhile, she would see to Brienne. Bretta approached the door cautiously and peeked in. She sighed inwardly as her gaze settled on Archer’s prone body. ::

Oh Archer...

:: He was a tosser, that was for certain, but what the hell was he thinking going after Ava? Her eyes flicked over to Brienne as she stepped up to Brienne’s side. The dark faerie and the witch weren’t really friends, but she definitely preferred Brienne over Juliette. Bretta felt a twinge of regret that she, Brienne, and Juliette weren’t as close as the American Queens seemed to be. Bretta touched Brienne lightly on the arm. ::

*quietly*: “How are you doing?”
 
John was apologizing, but Ava stopped him. It wasn't his fault. She shouldn't have gone to confront her father alone, but she knew Haleigh needed back up, and she didn't want to alert the guards and court for something she thought she could handle. She could have handled had Archer not suppressed her powers.

John: "I should have been here..."

Ava looked up into his eyes, seeing them filled to the brim with tears. Her heart broke, her hand clutching at the fabric at his chest.

"I'm okay.."

She whispered between them, wanting so desperately for John not to blame himself. This was on Archer, and in turn, Ava. She shouldn't have been so reckless by going by herself. Even though she did inform the guard to tell John, she didn't know the guard was a plant. Ava tried to tell him that Archer had planned this out meticulously down to framing Ava for the poisoning so security was focused around Haleigh. It was a masterful plan by a cock sucking bastard.

John: "And I left you vulnerable, so I could protect Haleigh. I should have listened to you, I shouldn't have put her safety above yours."

"I asked you to go to Haleigh's side. She was the one we thought was in danger, not me.."

Outside of Archer's attack and death, the club hadn't come crumbling down so it must have meant that Cameron going to Haleigh didn't end up in a all out brawl. That was at least a silver lining. But still, the last thing on Ava's mind in that moment was Cameron and Haleigh's marriage. She was nearly killed, and ironically enough, Cameron's sister saved her. Ava turned to Erika, thanking her, and vowing her support if for whatever reason Brienne or the other European regents decided this was an act of war. And as if on cue, Brienne made an entrance. John's tone became murderous as he pulled Ava up from the ground, his body turning to steel as he held her. Ava's body shivered against the cold, hardness of it as Brienne swore she didn't know anything about what Archer had planned. But John didn't care, and frankly, Ava didn't either. She didn't want to deal with Brienne and her potential games, not yet at least.

John ordered Brienne to stay in the mansion before finally exiting the catacombs and morphing back to himself once again. Ava grasped onto him, hugging herself close as he carried her back up to their suite in the Black Wing. John placed her in bed, covering her with their quilt. Ava kept a hold of his one hand as she curled up in a fetal position next to him, hugging the comforter and his hand under her chin. Finally, she started to get warm as John sent out a text, Ava assumed to the rest of the regents or inner circle. Within those moments, everything suddenly hit Ava. She was nearly killed. For the first time in her entire life, she felt utterly vulnerable and terrified that she would actually die. She had never felt so weak in her life, and had it not been for Erika, she would be laying in the catacombs dead right now, not Archer. Her eyes filled with tears as John put his phone down and looked at her.

John: "Are you okay?"

She wasn't okay, her hand clutching his tightly, pulling him in.

"I was so scared I wouldn't see you again...."

She choked out, pressing her lips against his fingers and shutting her eyes tightly, holding him close.

"He couldn't fight me on fair ground....that bastard took everything from me....I never felt so weak in my life."

But she wasn't feeling weak any longer, her body's physiology and powers fully restored after being cut off by the power suppression collar. It was more the memories of feeling weak that haunted her. And in that moment, Ava realized that after hating Diana and her father for plaguing her with Persephone years ago, that without that side of her, she would be as weak as the person down in the catacombs. She hated them, but in the end she was grateful to them for giving her the powers that made her the Queen she was today.

Ava glassy eyes lifted to John, pulling him close.

"I knew you would come for me....I love you so much, John...so much.."
 
Hellfire -- The Bacchanalia

Cameron made his case, and for the most part, Haleigh let him speak, though she found it very difficult to accept the things he said as having much merit, given her experience these past few days. She didn't believe he felt lucky to be married to her, when he'd so easily shed his ring and abandoned his commitment. She couldn't see why he would have suddenly become jealous of Alek, when he'd been so encouraging before, and was still, even now, listing the positive aspects of her relationship with the Red King. She refused to accept his insistence that he was monogamous, when he played around with his secretary, set up a literal date with the Vampire Queen, romanced his Knight, and harbored his very evident residual feelings for Elena.

Gia, surprisingly, tried to mediate. Haleigh gave her a small smile. It came from a good place, even if this moment was not the time for others to weigh in. It was no surprise that Cameron barely acknowledged Gia, because he hadn't really been paying attention to anyone else. He focused his attention back on Haleigh. She told him, honestly, that she couldn't believe him anymore, as she once had. He instantly shifted from apologetic to aggrieved.

Cameron: I have NEVER once lied you to you, Haleigh. Never.

"You've hidden things from me, does that not imply dishonesty? Your meeting with Ashley yesterday morning, obscured, your conversation with Ava last night, shrouded, your whereabouts for the last twelve hours, cloaked. And I shouldn't be suspicious? I should just have blind faith that what you're keeping from me is not cause for alarm? When I deduce that you might be upset, to a homicidal degree, and you make no attempt to dispel that concern, for twelve fucking hours, I'm just supposed to accept, upon your prodigal return, that you meant me no harm?"

She further explained that it was his actions that proved most truthful, and he claimed that she was not being fair, but interestingly, he would not refute her statements. She told him, in no uncertain terms, that she wouldn't stay with a man who let her believe he was a danger to her or her children. Because while perhaps all the other issues could be addressed, that was the worst of it, and Haleigh found herself unable to forgive him for that. She would not have let him think she would hurt him, or his daughter with Elena, no matter how angry she got. Even if she needed space, she would not have left him in the state of fear and vulnerability she spent the last 12 hours stuck in. But clearly he didn't get it.

Cameron: But you will gladly stay with those who let you believe it as well?

"How would they have known your intentions? They had their doubts, but even still, they mobilized a defense, because we had no idea how far you would go. Only YOU knew, because you kept it to yourself."

Cameron: God, Haleigh, what does it say about us that your VERY first feeling you had, after you have known me my entire life, shared my bed for the last six years, known the deepest parts of my mind and soul, was that I would KILL you and our CHILD?! I can't believe that I am sitting here trying to convince you, convince EVERYONE that I wouldn't murder my WIFE.

"What does it say when you know your wife fears you, and yet you let her believe it, all night, and all the next day, and then you come back, and just expect her to get over it, promptly?"

Cameron: I changed my whole LIFE for you Haleigh. I called off a wedding, I gave up The Black Throne, I have done any and everything you have EVER asked of me, without hesitation. How can you not see that I love you?

"You GOT a wedding. You GOT the White Throne. You GOT a wife who was willing to take an unknown risk, and make a deal that benefited YOUR entire family, to give YOU the heir you wanted. Don't you DARE act like you're the only one who has made sacrifices here. Don't you DARE try to hold YOUR CHOICES against me."

She replied, and then she told him that she didn’t know where they went from here, but she DID know that after what he’d done, and not done, it was going to take more than one conversation to restore some semblance of trust between them. He deemed that as unfair.

Cameron: You are saying that I have to react to every situation in whatever way you want me to or need me to in order for me to be a good husband. To be a good partner.

“No, I’m saying in order to be MY husband, MY partner, you must not constitute a THREAT to my safety, or KNOWINGLY let me THINK you are such a threat. I understand being upset, I understand wanting space to get your mind right, but how could you leave me in a state of panic like that?”

She asked him painfully, but all he offered was a cursory acknowledgement that he should’ve told somebody what was up. She shook her head as he tried to excuse his behavior because he was hurt, and even went so far as to imply it was acceptable to hurt the ones you supposedly loved just because you were hurting. He also said one was allowed to go through their ‘own shit’, which was rich considering that he was refusing to allow that she went through her ‘own shit’ as a result of his decisions.

He finally admitted he left so he wouldn’t ‘do something he regretted’, which sounded a lot like he might’ve been wanting to murder somebody after all. And then he expressed angrily that he’d left because something that was supposed to be ‘theirs’ and nobody else’s was taken by Alek, whom he insulted.

Then he tried to tell her why she was really upset, which made it clear that he was only talking and not listening to what she was actually saying. How could it be her pride in the way, when she was standing here as exposed as he was, with everyone in their own Inner Circle, plus the visiting Regents, watching the death of her marriage, and witnessing her blatant admission that she was so afraid of her own husband, she basically begged the others to protect her from him?

Further, he lectured her about what Love was, and though he stuck an apology in there, he said he didn’t want to be her whipping boy. She wasn’t asking him for that, and she wasn’t asking him to be ‘indentured’ to her forever for his mistakes either. But the one thing she did ask him for, separation, was something he summarily refused. And it just proved that he was never really going to put her needs before his, even if her needs were something as basic as feeling safe and unconditionally supported.

Alek offered to escort her back to the party, and Cameron fully injected his permission for that to happen. It was absolutely unbelievable, how he was acting. Then he told her not to let Alek do to her what he did to Ashley. She stared at Cameron, perplexed. What did that even mean? Ashley and Alek broke up. Their relationship now was contentious, sure, but they BOTH contributed to that, they both continued to antagonize each other. Ashley was not some meek girl that Alek had preyed upon, nor was she a weak victim of his. She gave as good as she got, and neither of them were waving the white flag, it seemed. So why would Cameron focus on it, and phrase it that way?

"So your last stab is to inject fear into my relationship with him? You don't think it's a problem that that is a tactic you're willing to use against me to get what you want?"

She asked, shaking her head in disappointment. But there was nothing more to say. To continue to argue with him would be a futile effort, as he was not listening to anything she said, and just seemed to expect her to forgive and forget, as if the last twelve hours hadn't happened. But she would be a fool to capitulate so easily. Maybe she had been mistaken in jumping to the conclusion that he'd hurt her or her daughter, but she would never forget the feeling of stark terror that followed that train of thought, nor was she willing to overlook the fact that he'd made NO effort to alleviate that fear until it was convenient for him to do so.

Then suddenly John was rushing away, saying something about Ava, and taking the Black Guard with him. Zach looked at Haleigh, and she told him the last place Ava was on camera, heading down to the catacombs. The group started to split up, some curious about Ava, some just wandering away because it was obvious the fight between Haleigh and Cameron was in its death throes. Haleigh slipped her hand around Alek's arm, only mildly concerned about her sister Queen, because this was AVA they were talking about. She could handle herself just fine. Haleigh looked at Cameron for a moment, sadly.

"I'll have Verdict draw up the divorce papers, since you clearly aren't going to keep your word."

She said, and then she got a text message.

<<From John>> Archer dead. Tried to murder Ava. She's ok. Brienne on house arrest. Says she didn't know.

<<To John>> I'll have my Rook keep an eye on Brienne. Let me know if you need anything else.

She replied, knowing it was highly likely that Zach was with Brienne right now, and would insist on remaining with her until her name was cleared. Hopefully she wasn't guilty, but Haleigh didn't think Zach would stick with her if she was in on trying to murder Ava.

Haleigh looked around the party, and she didn't much feel like she could enjoy it anymore. Her appetite was nonexistent, the fighting pits would take some time to reorganize, she couldn't drink the wine fountains... She sighed heavily, and then looked up at Alek.

"I'm exhausted, do you mind if we call it a night?"
 
Hellfire -- The Bacchanalia

Savage paced back and forth silently as he listened to the conversation in Cameron’s office. The White King was at first his usual arrogant and dismissive, but the two Queens together managed to convince him that he needed to apologize to his wife. Ashley came out of the office, and so did the others, who split off. His Queen asked if he believed Cameron.

“It is too costly to believe him.... especially when, by his own admission, he would have started a war, had he not left.”

Ash: Somehow I think this would have been easier if he'd come in here lighting the place up.

AJ nodded in agreement. The situation as it existed was tenuous at best. A fight would’ve been more definitive. They headed back to the party, and soon AJ was uncomfortably watching an argument between husband and wife that should have been private, but since no one trusted the White King not to attack his own Queen, here they all were.

After a while, Ashley leaned in and suggested they go get some wine, and AJ nodded. It didn’t seem Cameron would attack anymore. He did, however, make some alluding comment about the way Alek treated Ash, which made her pause, and grip AJ’s hand tightly. Then she said she needed something stronger than wine. AJ wrapped his arms around her falling in behind her as she walked.

“My Ashley can have whatever she wants and needs.”

He said, waving over a serving girl.

“See to my Queen’s thirst. And bring us some fresh roast bear, she was interrupted from eating earlier.”
 
John was on them with an unbridled desperation to tend to his lover as Erika stood there, still holding The Heart of The Black King in her hand. She stared as it, watching it continue futilly to pump blood through a body it was no longer attached to.

John: "Get a medical team here, now!"

"I've..I've healed her wounds."

Ava began to regain a bit more of her senses as she became enveloped in John's arms. For a moment, she watched them. Though she had been around Steel for a long time, she was still a bit wary. She knew nothing of his history. She had always just seen him standing a few paces behind Ava, silent and like his namesake "steely". To see him now, it was the most emotion she had ever seen from the man. So much so that she felt she should no longer be in the room. That this was something private he reserved for his Queen.

Ava: "No...no medical team. [cough] Erika healed me...i'm just..cold.."

John: "I'm so sorry..."

Erika decided that it was best not to listen in on such a private moment between the two, or rather she moved a more respectable distance away so that she could hear from afar. Part of her wanted to alert The White Court, but she felt that they likely had their hands full. Her thoughts shifted back towards her brother, wondering how his return had gone. So far there had been no emergency sirens or rumblings of the foundation, so she assumed it was fine. She would seek him out when she knew that he was alone.

Ava: "If Erika hadn't..."

The White Princess moved back over towards the pair.

Ava: "Thank you..."

And then she extended her hand. This was a confusing moment. She had just saved a woman she had spent nearly her entire life hating when she could have let Archer finish her off and pretend she had seen nothing. Was this place making her soft? Was her new connection to the moon going to continue to put Ava and Erika in each other's path? She wasn't sure. But she was fairly certain that she had just earned the respect of two key members of The Inner Circle, and that was worth it's weight in gold.

Erika: "Whatever happens...I will have our back...the Black Court will protect you..You have my word..."

Erika pressed her finger against her lips, making a "shhh" gesture.

"Rest your throat."

Brienne: "Archer..."

Erika turned her head to see a surprisingly shocked Black Queen. Brienne did not show emotion, it was one of the things Erika liked about her, or at least liked poking her about. So even this subtle acknowledgement that somebody might have mattered to her was basically her version of doing a hula dance across the floor. It meant she had cared for her King.

Brienne: "I didn't know anything about this...I swear, John..I'm sorry..."

The Black King shifted into his steel form and grunted with anger at the sight of her.

John: "You better go pray we don't find out you were involved. Make sure she doesn't leave the building."

It could have gone worse. He hadn't taken her captive as a prisoner, which meant he wasn't so inside his feelings that he couldn't be diplomatic about things. He gave her a nod of thanks as he left the area with Ava in his arms like she was Whitney Houston and he was Kevin Costner in The Bodyguard. The Red Queen appeared in the doorway.

Bretta: "How are you doing?"

Erika's pulse ran a bit. She was holding the heart of The European Black King in her hand in front of the European Red Queen. She had a fairly good idea that she would end up okay from this, after witnessing the brutal attack Archer had made on Ava, but still...awkward. She decided that since she was on some kind of sentimental kick this evening, she would continue to follow suit. Though it would be rough considering Erika had just murdered Brienne's King.

"You can stay in The White Wing. Or go with Bretta if you prefer...Brienne..I had to. He would've have killed her..."

He looked over towards Bretta.

"I had no choice..But I know you didn't have anything to do with this Brienne, and I'll do whatever I can to help. No witch will burn on my watch."
 
Haleigh: "No, Im saying in order to be MY husband, MY partner, you must not constitute a THREAT to my safety..."

Cameron smirked.

"As if you would ever be with a man who wasn't."

Haleigh: "...or KNOWINGLY let me THINK you are such a threat. I understand being upset, I understand wanting space to get your mind right, but how could you leave me in a state of panic like that?"

"You saw how mad I was and you ran right into Alek's arms and squarely into his pants in less than ninety seconds, Haleigh. Don't you dare sit there and play the victim. You were scared I was pissed, and NEITHER of us wanted to face the other, so we didn't. I ran and you raised an army. But guess what? In order to be MY wife, MY partner, you must not immediately assume the worse about me. Your first instinct is to see the GOOD in me, despite how dark it gets. Because MY wife needs to be as DARK as me."

She was basing this all on him letting her think he was going to kill her. His suspicious activity. His business may have been hers, but it didn't mean the others business was. He had been underhanded. Dubious even. But he tried to address those concerns about Alek, told his wife outright that he was jealous. Instead of hearing, she redirected, and instead of listening to her husband, adjusting herself at ALL based on how her husband was feeling, she went head first into the Lion's den, doing whatever it was that she wanted because she always had. In that moment, he should have known that at the end of the day, his wife didn't seem to actually care much about how Cameron felt about anything really, as long as she got what she wanted. What pride was she swallowing standing there with The Inner Circle around her, pregnant with the son and daughter of The Red and White King. Her deck was stacked and she had absolutely nothing to lose, and it's exactly how she was acting. And then that asshole Alek interjected to which The White King made a flippant comment.

Haleigh: "So your last stab is to inject fear into my relationship with him? You don't think it's a problem that that is a tactic you're willing to use against me to get what you want?"

"THAT'S what gets an actual reaction out of you? Facts are facts. Wouldn't want you to end up in a similar situation to the one you're in now. Though knowing you, you'll find a way."

Haleigh: "I'll have Verdict draw up the divorce papers, since you clearly aren't going to keep your word."

"I'll take my sweet ass time signing them. I'm sure I'll have some requests over the custody agreement."

[custody]

"Speaking of which, Elena and my daughter Carolina will be staying here for the Summer. They arrive tomorrow."

Cameron turned to the aghast crowd.

"THANK YOU LADIES AND GENTLEMAN, I'LL BE HERE ALL WEEK!"

The White King gave a bow. If how he felt right now was how it felt to be vulnerable, to remove your pride, he would make sure to never be any of those things ever again. He had gotten it right the first time. And he would not be deterred from his course. He wanted to work things out with Haleigh, and he still had that hope, but it was going to take a large act of faith on BOTH of their parts, and after hearing her, it didn't seem like she was willing to budge. He would wait for her, for now. But he wasn't going to walk on eggshells. He would do the work, but he would be who he was. Because he didn't want his wife to love a man that he couldn't be.

<< From John >> Archer dead. Tried to murder Ava. She's ok. Brienne on house arrest. Says she didn't know.

<< To John >> How can I help?

If he couldn't succeed at being a husband or partner, he could at least try to be a good friend. He grabbed a martini from a server. He had just bared his soul to these people, there was no way in hell he was going to give them the satisfaction of leaving so they could gossip.
 
The Black King & Queen's Suite

Ava clutched his hand pulling it under her chin as she curled up in the fetal position. He laid down next to her on top of the quilt, draping his arm over her.

Ava: "I was so scared I wouldn't see you again...."

Her lips kissed the fingers of the hand she held, and he nuzzled against her to kiss her cheek.

"When I couldn't hear your voice anymore..."

He had thought the worst.

Ava: "He couldn't fight me on fair ground....that bastard took everything from me....I never felt so weak in my life."

"Shh."

He pulled her tight against him.

"You survived. That's about as strong as you can get."

She looked at him, and he picked his head up so she could see him more easily.

Ava: "I knew you would come for me....I love you so much, John...so much.."

"I will always come for you."

He kissed her softly, closing his eyes and savoring the very fact that he could. When he opened them, he looked down lovingly into her eyes.

"Would you like me to make you a cup of tea?"

Tea could solve anything, as far as he was concerned. He brushed her hair out of her face.

"Is there anything I can get you?"

His phone buzzed, and he kept his one arm around Ava while he used the other to pull the phone out and look at it.

"Bretta says anything we need, just to ask."

He looked at Ava.

"That was nice. We should send her some flowers."

<<From Haleigh>> I'll have my Rook keep an eye on Brienne. Let me know if you need anything else.

"Zach is keeping an eye on Brienne."

<<To Haleigh>> Can you or Alek's people track down the Black Guard who sent Ava down to the catacombs? He told her her father was down there.

<<From Cameron>> How can I help?

"Cameron wants to know how he can help. I think I won't include the expletives that are about to come from your mouth in answer to that."

He grinned over at her.

<<To Cameron>> We need to find out if Brienne was involved in this. Can you read her?

He set down the phone on the pillow and snuggled closer to Ava.

"So...would you like the Cliff's Notes version of what happened at the party? Apparently Cameron has a daughter no one knew about. Haleigh threw Cameron's wedding ring, and then her own wedding ring, at Cameron and asked for a divorce. Cameron said over his dead body and both Haleigh and Alek looked like they'd like to take him up on that. Cameron admitted to being jealous of Alek and feeling like he was trying to steal Haleigh from him - which, let's face it, he probably was. Haleigh is pissed that Cameron let her sit around thinking he wanted to kill her all this time. Uhh..."

He reached up and scratched the scruff on his chin.

"And Cameron is pissed that everyone thought he'd want to kill Haleigh, and that Haleigh believed he'd want to kill her, and that Haleigh doesn't seem to care at all about how he is feeling."

He pursed his lips.

"I think that sums it up. At least until I left. Basically, they are so bleedin' fucked."

 
The Bacchanalia

Cameron was talking in circles at this point, going from how much he loved Haleigh to why didn't anyone feel his pain ad nauseum. But then Cameron was getting angry, and bringing Alek into it.

Cameron: "I left because the one thing, that was supposed to be OURS...OURS and NOBODY else's was TAKEN. HIJACKED - by some cavalier animal in a man bun."

Alek just smiled, and gave Cameron a wink. His wife loved having her hands in Alek's hair.

Cameron: "I'd apologize, but I think I made my feelings pretty damn clear and Rome wasn't built in a fucking day."

Alek shrugged at him, not expecting an apology. Cameron actually managed to have tears in his eyes as he continued, as he refused to give Haleigh a divorce. But this wasn't the 1600s - it wasn't as if he could stop her. Haleigh seemed done with this, so Alek offered her his arm, and an escort back to the party.

Cameron: "Just don't let him do to you what he did to Ashley."

"At least I never proposed to her."

Haleigh: "So your last stab is to inject fear into my relationship with him? You don't think it's a problem that that is a tactic you're willing to use against me to get what you want?"

But that was what he did. And then Haleigh's arm came around his, and he almost could have forgotten all about Cameron.

Haleigh: "I'll have Verdict draw up the divorce papers, since you clearly aren't going to keep your word."

He started to lead her back towards the main festivities, but then stopped and turned back.

"Oh, and Haleigh's fine, Cameron, she didn't actually drink any of the poison, thanks for asking."

They continued on, away from Cameron. Haleigh sighed, and Alek watched her face. She didn't look very happy, not that he expected her to be.

Haleigh: "I'm exhausted, do you mind if we call it a night?"

He shook his head.

"No, of course not. Let's go."

Her use of the word "we" didn't escape him.

He led her away from the party and out into the hall.

"Are you hungry? I could have room service bring some things to my suite."

They took a few more steps.

"What can I do to make you feel better?"

And for once, he didn't even mean it in a lascivious way.
 
The Bacchanalia

Ashley said she needed something stronger to drink than wine, then she felt AJ's arms come around her, and the tension melted away. The embarrassment and anger gave way to a sense of calm.

Savage:
“My Ashley can have whatever she wants and needs.”

Ashley grinned, and she turned her head to look up at him wickedly.

"All I need, is right here, looking incredibly sexy."

She leaned up to give him a peck on the lips. Then he was flagging down a server.

Savage: “See to my Queen’s thirst. And bring us some fresh roast bear, she was interrupted from eating earlier.”

"Oooh! Food!"

That perked her right up. She found them a seat on an empty coach, pulling her legs up and lying against him on it. She sighed. Cameron and Haleigh hadn't yet killed each other, but it hadn't gone as well as she'd thought. It seemed to her as long as Cameron wasn't trying to kill anyone, that Haleigh would forgive him. But AJ had brought up a good point: Cameron pretty much said he would have killed someone if he hadn't left. Ashley had tried, though. She had told him not to make it about him, and he had almost listened. There wasn't much more she could do right now. At least no one was dying. Her phone buzzed, and she lifted it out of the pocket in her skirt. It was a text from John that Archer was dead. Well, praise the gods.

"Archer's dead. He attacked Ava, but she's okay."

Ashley shook her head.

"What a dumbass. She's like, a goddess. Who in their right mind would attack her."

She laughed then, a little burst from inside her at the irony.

"Guess there's an open spot for a king in London after all."

The servant came back with her drink, and a plate with a large shank of bear on it. Ashley pulled off a piece and held it up for Savage, before taking a bite for herself and washing it down with a good half the glass of whisky.

"Do you think they'll really get a divorce?"

It was a little scary, the idea that Haleigh and Cameron, who she never would have thought could break up, might just have. Maybe no one could stay together forever. The thought made fear grip her heart. She had been serious when she'd said she couldn't live without AJ. She couldn't. She couldn't go back to having no one care what she said or did, or how she felt. No, it was different for them, surely. And maybe for Haleigh and Cameron too. If he would just fight for her... Because Cameron was right: Haleigh could end up like her, Alek could eventually find someone new to obsess over, now that he had Haleigh. But it wasn't a secret what had happened, so if Haleigh went into it willingly, who was Ashley to tell her not to? At the very least, then maybe she'd understand. Except that it was different: Alek wasn't her king.

She looked around her, the magnificent party that was, now had a somber mood to it. It was a bit tainted now. It made Ashley feel a bit sad.

"I really should talk to Liam and Juliette."

She knew they weren't Savage's favorite, but they were her guests. And they were going home tomorrow.

"You don't need to come with me."

She got up, and headed towards the White King and Queen.

"I'm sorry it's taken me so long to come say hello. How was your day?"
 
As Ava laid under the quilt, huddled in a little ball to try and keep in as much heat as possible, she clutched at John's hand and brought it under her chin. The events of what happened in the catacombs replayed in her head like a horror movie. Archer was so close to actually succeeding in killing her had Erika not arrived, and all Ava remembered was thinking she'd never get to see John again. Her face became pained as she shut her eyes tightly, bringing her lips to his fingers.

John: "When I couldn't hear your voice anymore..."

She shook her head, the grip of Archer's hands strangling the breath from her all too vivid in her head. But it would have never happened that way had Archer actually fought her in a fair fight. He would have never got close enough to choke her, let alone nearly kill her. But he played a hand she never would have expected in bringing in the power suppression collar; a collar created by her own company. It made her sick knowing that he had stripped her of everything she was with a product she sold for profit. A product that made her feel the weakest she had ever felt in her life. John's lips were by her cheek as he pulled her closer against him, his arms enveloping her like the blanket she was draped with. Ava shut her eyes, burying her face into him.

John: "You survived. That's about as strong as you can get."

She gently nodded in silence, the sentiment sweet. But didn't make Ava feel like any less than a fool for allowing Archer to get the jump on her. There was one thing for certain, she knew once she turned on that com there was nothing keeping John from finding her. He would have fought through deepest pits of hell if he had to.

John: "I will always come for you."

She looked up into his eyes, seeing the unwavering love there, and knowing that she was completely safe for the rest of her life. He was her protector even when she didn't need one, and today, she did. She needed his strength more than he would ever know. John softly pressed his lips against hers, Ava's eyes shutting as she savored the kiss for a long moment. A kiss that might not have happened, and one that she would not take for granted.

John: "Would you like me to make you a cup of tea? Is there anything I can get you?"

Ava smiled as he brushed some hair away from her face, tea always his go to.

"Actually, tea sounds amazing."

Her throat was sore and still soft in tone because of the attack, so some hot tea sounded about as good as it could get. But John's phone began to buzz and Ava sighed. She didn't want to think about the world outside her chambers right now. Odds are everyone knew what happened, and it didn't sit well with her that all of Hellfire was aware that Archer nearly killed the Black Queen.

John: "Bretta says anything we need, just to ask. That was nice. We should send her some flowers."

Ava nodded in agreement. They had become allies with Bretta, so to know that the Red Queen would stand by her over her own Black King proved they had made the right choice in aligning with Bretta.

John: "Zach is keeping an eye on Brienne."

To that Ava rolled her eyes. Brienne was on house arrest until they found out if she was in on Archer's plan.

John: "Cameron wants to know how he can help."

Ava gave John a look.

John: "I think I won't include the expletives that are about to come from your mouth in answer to that."

Despite her feelings about Cameron at the moment, there was one thing that he could do. Or at least help do, because Ava was pretty sure John was already one step ahead of her.

"Have him find out if Brienne was involved."

Despite Ava's voice being nearly gone, the murderous tone was undeniable.

"If she was....i'll kill her the way I couldn't kill her king."

John put down his phone after he sent out a fury of texts. There was one other thing she wanted.

"I want that guard brought to me alive. Not a hair on his head out of place. I want to see him as he was....before I make him unrecognizable..."

Ava's eyes were dark as she thought of the ways she would torture that piece of shit who lead her to her beating and near death. But as Ava felt John snuggle closer to her, all the anger dissipated from her body as she rested her head in the crook of his neck. He began to tell her a cliff notes version of what went down between Haleigh and Cameron. It all sounded like a shit show from start to finish. It sounded like Cameron partially listened to her and Ashley, but went off the rails and ultimately pissed Haleigh off more. Knowing Haleigh, that would mean she would go straight back into Alek's arms, which would piss of Cameron, and so was the circle of life. Ava truly hoped that they would find their way back to each other, because before yesterday, they were literally the strongest, most unified couple to rule Hellfire in decades. And she knew they loved each other deeply - it was why they were pushing each other away.

John: "I think that sums it up. At least until I left. Basically, they are so bleedin' fucked."

Ava tilted her head and looked up at John.

"Maybe my night wasn't so bad after all."

She teased with a small laugh, which lead to her starting to cough. Ava shook her head, her hand on her chest.

[conceding] "I take it back...I take it back.."

She joked while chuckling through her cough until it finally subsided. Tucking her hair behind her ear, she could feel the dried blood on her face making her grimace. She was covered in dirt and dried blood of both hers and Archer's.

"I think before the tea...I need a long and hot shower."

Ava slowly sat upright, wincing from her aching and bruised body. She looked over her shoulder at John, the thought of leaving his side causing a spike of irrational fear.

"Join me? I don't want to be alone yet..."
 
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The Black King & Queen's Suite

He laid with her, trying to comfort and warm her. He offered to make her some tea, and she accepted to his surprise.

Ava: "Actually, tea sounds amazing."

He smiled, pleased that she had and knowing it would make her feel better. His phone buzzed, and he gave her a rundown of the messages. When he told her that Cameron was asking how he could help, she did have a suggestion.

Ava: "Have him find out if Brienne was involved."

He nodded.

Ava: "If she was....i'll kill her the way I couldn't kill her king."

"And I'll keep watch on the door so as your not interrupted."

He gave her a dark grin.

"I just can't believe that piece of shit thought he could come into our house and get away with this."

John's anger spiked. Just who did he think he was dealing with?

Ava: "I want that guard brought to me alive. Not a hair on his head out of place. I want to see him as he was....before I make him unrecognizable..."

"Consider it done."

He sent Haleigh another text relaying the message, and telling her it had been Archer who had tried to poison her.

And now he could give all his attention to Ava, snuggling in close to her and telling her what she'd missed at the party. He was thinking that perhaps they should avoid parties for a while, since they didn't seem to ever end well for them. After hearing about Cameron and Haleigh, Ava joked that maybe her night wasn't so bad. It was a good sign, her joking, but then she started to cough and he looked at her with worry.

"Are you sure you don't want the medical team to look at you?"

Ava: "I think before the tea...I need a long and hot shower."

He sat up with her, ready to take care of all her needs.

"Okay, I'll turn on the water for you."

Ava: "Join me? I don't want to be alone yet..."

The smile spread across his face as he looked at her.

"If my Queen commands it, I must obey."

He lifted her hand to his lips and kissed it, before slipping off the bed and helping her to stand. He held her hand as they walked to the shower, and as promised, he turned the water on for her. Then he reached behind Ava to help unzip her dress, and carefully peel it off of her. His own clothes were much easier to slip out of, and then he was helping her into the large walk-in. He put some of her shampoo in his hand and began to massage it into her hair. After all, he'd taken care of her his entire life, and tonight was no different.
 
The regents and inner circle were in the process of texting John to see what they could do to help. It was a sweet gesture, but one that made Ava feel uneasy because they all knew she had nearly been killed. She asked if Cameron could find out if Brienne was also in on the attack, because if she was, Ava would take great pleasure in getting to kill her since she couldn't Archer.

John: "And I'll keep watch on the door so as your not interrupted."

John gave her a dark grin making her smirk.

"Oh, you'll get to break a few bones as well, babe. Don't worry."

She wasn't about to deprive John of his revenge. If someone had done to John what Archer did to her, Ava would be hard pressed not tear that person apart. John then put his phone down after connecting with everyone, but Ava had one more request. She wanted that prisoner found and brought to her alive.

John: "Consider it done."

Ava's mind when dark with all the possible ways she could make that man scream. But soon John gentle touch brought her from that place of revenge and back to the present. She laid comfortably next to him as he began to explain the confrontation between Haleigh and Cameron. It all sounded like a giant mess, one that Ava really didn't want to think about. Frankly, she was thrust into her own giant mess and barely survived, the last thing she wanted was to brainstorm on Cameron and Haleigh's marriage. However a shower sounded absolutely perfect. But as Ava thought about the simple task of bathing alone, a spike of irrational fear hit her. It was ridiculous to fear being alone one room over, especially since she had her abilities and was fully capable of defending herself. But the memories of that evening were still haunting her and it sent a chill throughout her already cold body.

John: "Okay, I'll turn on the water for you."

Ava grasped John's hand as she looked over her shoulder.

"Join me? I don't want to be alone yet...."

Had it been anyone else, any other time, she would never have admitted that. But with John, she was now an open book. She wouldn't hide her feelings from him, even the ones that made her feel the most vulnerable. After being nearly strangled to death and thinking she would never see him again, Ava would never allow herself to put her own pride over her love.

John just smiled warmly, in that way that he always did that made Ava weak at the knees. He lifted her hand to his lips making her smile gently.

John: "If my Queen commands it, I must obey."

The fear quickly left her body as John helped Ava slowly climb out of bed, a small grimace of discomfort on her face as she did so. He escorted her to the shower, turning it on as he had promised. Then, he unzipped her dress and pealed the dirt covered material from her equally dirty body. They both made their way into the large walk in shower, the hot water feeling like heaven on Ava's sore body. She shut her eyes, dropping her head back as the water ran down her hair. John then began run his fingers through her hair with shampoo, massaging her scalp and lathering her strands into suds. Ava wrapped her arms around his body, resting her forehead against his chest as he continued to wash her hair, her eyes closed as she enjoyed the feeling of him and the hot water.

"That feels amazing."

The dirt and blood ran from Ava's body, the tainted water draining from the shower. She lifted her head, looking up at John as the water began to wash the shampoo from her hair, John smoothing it back until she was clean of the soap. He went to reach for some body wash when Ava gripped him tight, gently shaking her head.

"Not yet..."

She wanted to just enjoy being wrapped in his arms with the hot water hitting her body. Ava laid her head against John's chest, shutting her eyes as she held him tightly.

"As soon as the Europeans leave tomorrow, i'm booking our hotel. I'm not wasting another moment with drama and stress, especially after what happened tonight..."

Ava smiled against John's chest, remembering what she said earlier.

"Just you, me, and macarons.."
 
It was the most dramatic exchange between two people he had ever seen, and he couldn't take his eyes off of it. His british waspdom mortified that two people would talk so openly about their relationship and lives in front of other people, his passion for drama and scandal thoroughly awakened.

"This would NEVER happen in London."

Daniel sipped his champagne quickly and got a refill, ready for act two as The White Queen threw her wedding rings at Cameron and declared that she wanted a divorce. The Black Bishop smirked.

"This sure as hell beats EastEnders..."

The crazy thing was that Daniel could still feel the love between them. It was deep, but it was kind of dark. He couldn't understand how emotionally infantile Cameron seemed, considering he was an empath of great ability, but that was really none of his business. His business was The Black Court, and if Haleigh and Cameron were going to lay everything on the table, and totally embarrass themselves in an irreparable way, he was certainly going to make sure the black court benefitted from it, especially after The White Court's stunt at brunch. Despite the Queens making nice with each other, Daniel would make sure to keep reminding the white court what a mistake it would be to ever do that again.

He didn't seem Ava which worried him. While any of them could fill her in on what happened, this was quite the spectacle to see and as his champagne high continued to soar, he realized he really just wanted to hear what kind of bitchy comments she might have to say about all of this. Cameron and Haleigh's crescendo towards the height of drama, he heard The Black King's voice on the com link in his ear.

John: [via com] "The Black Queen Queen is in trouble. I want her found, NOW."

Amanda: [via com] "I'm on it. Daniel stay here. We need a regent present in case this scene goes all the way south. We'd know if she was in The Black Wing, so Ben, you take The Red Wing and I will take the White."

Daniel: [com link] "Roger that."

There was something about the American Black Court that made him feel like some kind of international spy, and it tickled him. His new court just knew how to do things right. Suddenly his decision from earlier came into his mind and he came on over the com link as well.

Daniel: [via com] "We need to locate Archer and Brienne. Perhaps kicking them out of The Black Corridor was the straw that broke the camel's back."

The Black Bishop's eyes turned back to the spectacle at the center of the party reached it's peak with ominous threats and angrier words as the two seemed to separate to different areas of the party, the fact they were both still there being very indicative of the ball's they had, when he saw Brienne Shaw moving through the crowd with quick speed, looking a bit distressed. She was worried about Archer. Daniel cocked a raised eyebrow. Brienne never cared until it was too late, and Archer didn't care at all, and it was why he was sitting comfortably across the pond from them now. They were allies who turned on him, and so he gave no concern to their problem. If either of them were responsible for Ava's attack, he would gladly watch them go down in flames, even if it was rather petty. A text from John confirmed what Daniel was thinking.

<< John: Archer dead. Tried to murder Ava. She's ok. Brienne is on house arrest. Says she didn't know."

Daniel's eyes widened a bit at the fact that John didn't rip Brienne limb from limb just as a precaution. It was interesting. Perhaps he was still instilling some faith on their sister court. Whatever the case, Daniel decided to remain in place. He knew all the blowhards of the Inner Circle would either be clammering to coddle Ava or "check in" with The White Queen and Queen. John would not need help in taking care of his Queen. His efforts would best be spent doing what he did best - soaking up all the gossip. The confrontation between Cameron and Haleigh had amped the energy of the party up to ten, because everyone loves dinner and a show, and the entire area was filled with the ominous buzzing of salacious stories and opinions. And while most of it would be utter shite, there could be several nuggets of truth that he could use.

Grabbing yet another champagne glass from the serving tray, Daniel sauntered into the center of the floor, letting his powers guide him, feeling like a fox in a henhouse. It was the most valuable thing he could do, or so he had convinced himself. As as he moved through the crowd with ease, settling on a circle of loudly speaking women, he gave a smirk.

"I love my job."
 
The Black King & Queen's Suite

Ava wanted Cameron to try and see if Brienne had been involved in Archer's plotting, and if she had, to eviscerate her the way she wished she could have done Archer. It brightened him, to see her back to her normal self, and he loved when she got that murderous glint in her eye. He promised to watch the door so no one interrupted her, if it came to that.

Ava: "Oh, you'll get to break a few bones as well, babe. Don't worry."

He smiled at her, wishing he had been able to kill Archer. It would have made him feel less inadequate, given him some kind of closure. Right now, he desperately wanted to hit someone. The very idea of what Archer had been doing to Ava...

But she at least would get her chance at some kind of retribution, when they found the guard. It was a small thing, but all he could give to her right now.

He offered tea, which she accepted for once, but first she wanted a shower, so he offered to get the water ready for her. But she didn't want to be alone. He hated the thought that she was afraid in her own home, but of course agreed. It wasn't a hardship to him to stay by her side, but she was so independent it was telling how much what had happened had affected her.

He led her to the bath, turned the water on, and once they were undressed and inside, he started to wash her hair, knowing it would soothe her. She kept her arms around him the whole time, and he didn't know if he should be excited by that or worried.

Ava: "That feels amazing."

He smiled, liking pleasing her, and rinsed her hair for her, then went for the soap to wash her body.

Ava: "Not yet..."

She was pressed against him, arms around him still, so he wrapped he own around her and just held her, letting the hot water run over them.

Ava: "As soon as the Europeans leave tomorrow, i'm booking our hotel. I'm not wasting another moment with drama and stress, especially after what happened tonight..."

He leaned down and kissed her forehead.

"I think you've earned a break. And whatever happens now is up to Haleigh and Cameron, not us."

Ava: "Just you, me, and macarons."

He laughed.

"In multiple colors."

He grinned teasingly.

"Maybe we should do one of those old time trains out to the country, you know the kind with sleeper cars and dressing for dinner? Spend the weekend at a chateau..."

He nibbled at her ear.

"Your two favorite things...wine and horses..."
 
Ava kept her arms tightly around John, not realizing she hadn't let him go since stepping foot into the shower. Her head laid against his chest as the hot water ran across their bodies, Ava's eyes shut and savoring the the warmth of both. Archer's attack was the cherry on a very shitty sundae, and Ava came to the conclusion that the moment the Europeans left, she would be booking their trip.

John: "I think you've earned a break. And whatever happens now is up to Haleigh and Cameron, not us."

She nodded gently.

"We can't fix what they don't want fixed."

Either they would both cool down and realize they were both coming from a place of hurt, or they would drift apart and become the new Ashley and Alek of Hellfire where they barely communicate outside of snide comments. Regardless, it wasn't for her to worry about anymore. She had done her part in protecting Haleigh and talking to Cameron, now Ava would take a step away from that situation and let them take the reigns. Plus, she had a date in Paris with the only Black King of Hellfire. She teasingly repeated what she had said earlier about it only being them and macarons. John countered with a laugh.

John: "In multiple colors."

Ava finally lifted her head from his chest, tilting it back enough to look up at him grinning teasingly. Ava chuckled, giving him a toothy smile.

"But the pink ones are the best."

John: "Maybe we should do one of those old time trains out to the country, you know the kind with sleeper cars and dressing for dinner? Spend the weekend at a chateau...Your two favorite things...wine and horses..."

John gently nibbled her ear making Ava's smile grow, her head turning into his touch.

"That sounds perfect."

She pulled back enough to look at him, her hands capturing his face.

"And i'll make sure to only pack your two favorite things: dresses and lingerie."

She flicked her eyebrows up playfully with a grin of her own before her lips met with his. She slowly kissed him, her hand gliding down the slick skin of his cheeks and neck until they moved around his back to grab the bottle of soap. Finally, Ava pulled back enough to part their lips, giving his cheek a little kiss.

"Maybe we can buy out the whole train so it's just the two of us."

She suggested as she parted their bodies enough to pour the soap into John's hand, and then her own. Ava began to lather John's chest and shoulders, running her hands down his arms and back up again before gliding them down his stomach and around his sides to his back.

"Or...find another blonde to keep us company.."

She smirked at the thought, knowing how much fun they both would have had with Isabel earlier had Cameron not interrupted. Ava leaned up and kissed John, smiling against his lips.

"We'll just call earlier....a preview of what's to come..."
 
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Hellfire - The Bacchanalia

Zach did what he could to keep the level of emotional turmoil manageable once Cameron returned. Overall he could have said it went well, despite the apparent outcome. Their verbal altercation had not escalated to violence, at least.

It was John's sudden alarm that radically shifted the focus. Something was wrong, Ava was in trouble, and he dashed off to investigate, taking much of the Black Guard with him. Zach glanced over to Haleigh, who paused her argument with her husband long enough to check the cameras and relay Ava's last known position.

At some point, Brienne slipped away. Zach's gaze searched the party, and he noticed that most of their Black Court was gone, and so too were Archer and Brienne. This concerned him, as he knew there was some hostility not just between Ava and Archer, but also there was that discrete incident between Archer and Brienne at Brunch.

Zach went to the nearest elevator, but it was already in service, heading down to the sub levels. He moved into the stairwell and descended the steps quickly. By the time he arrived in the catacombs, the elevator was headed back up again. He followed the sound of distant voices to find Bretta, Brienne, and Erika. Erika was holding what appeared to be a human heart in her hand. Archer's body was lifeless on the floor.

Erika: I had no choice...But I know you didn't have anything to do with this Brienne, and I'll do whatever I can to help. No witch will burn on my watch.

Zach wanted to ask Erika if she was okay, but he was distracted when he got the text, explaining what happened, along with another from Haleigh, which expressed the expectation that he would want to be the one staying with Brienne. Damn right. He wasn't going to let her be treated like a prisoner, even if he understood it was necessary to verify she wasn't involved.

Zach texted Haleigh back, providing Brienne with her very solid alibi. Haleigh could check the cameras to confirm that, but likely she trusted he was telling the truth. Then he waited for Brienne to finishing speaking with Erika and Brienne, before giving her a small smile.

"Do you want to head back to the party, or....?"

He didn't want to say 'my suite' right in front of Erika. He may have still been bitter about her assigning him to seduce Brienne, and her apparent presumption that it was his only way to contribute to the White Court's diplomatic efforts. But even still, now seemed like a particularly inappropriate time to be petty. Maybe Erika truly didn't care, or didn't realize how she'd insulted him. Maybe they'd talk about it at some point.

In the end, Brienne opted to be done with the party and head back to Zach's suite after all. Once he closed the door, he turned to her and pulled her into a hug.

"I won't let them persecute you for Archer's recklessness. I know you didn't have anything to do with it."
 
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