NOTE: This chapter is rated FR15

Oh Shit

Oh Shit

by WhenNightFalls

Disclaimer: All the characters belong to their respective owners.
FFA Pairing: Kennedy / Arwen (LoTR)

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Oh God, this is pain. This is really THE pain. We’re talking rhythmic throbbing pain here. God, what did I do last night? Doesn’t feel like I’m on the floor or anything. Didn’t I fall asleep in the couch? This doesn’t feel like a couch. What’s that smell? Is Andrew cooking? What is he cooking?

Okay, here goes. One eye open. Ahh, bad idea. Bright light, way too much bright light. Why does the sun have to be SO bright? Let’s try again. Like ripping off a band-aid. Shit, that hurts. Who talked me into this goddamnit? Ah yes, Andrew did. God, I hope he’s in pain, too. If not, I’ll make sure he is. Hey, where the hell am I? Andrew’s bedroom? Then where the hell is Andrew? Willow is going to kill me when she gets back. Shit, I hope I wasn’t drunk enough to sleep with the little spaz. Nah, not possible.

Let’s see, soft sheets, lots of light coming from the windows… Wait, make that lack of windows? Geez those are some… HEY! That little freak just got a hell of a lot weirder. I know this, I think. This looks suspiciously a lot like that movie that was this big hit a while back.. Ring something, something? You know, the one with the midget with the hairy feet and that guy who plays in that pirate movie, too? I’m never gonna let Andrew live this down, recreating a room like in a goddamn movie. Hah! Ow, that even hurt in my mind.

I’m so going to kill Andrew. But first, the getting out of bed thing. Turning, turning. Okay, we’ll rest here for a while. I’m in SO much pain. I think it’s safe to say that I’m never drinking again. You heard me, yours truly, is never ever picking up another bottle. Let’s do the turning thing again. Yes, yes, almost… oomph, that’s the floor. A clean floor but that really wasn’t my intention. My legs just weren’t working. Why am I so heavy?

What was that? Was that a giggle?

“Andrew, I’m going to kill you.” I grumble and manage to get in a sitting position, leaning against the bed. The whole room smells so sweet, why is that? “Come here and help me up, you little-” I somewhat am able to peek over the bed and see there’s no Andrew. No, that’s not Andrew at all. Unless Andrew grew several inches over night. Oh and of course if Andrew was now a WOMAN!

She’s floating, or something like that, over here. What do I do? My legs don’t seem to realize that I need my Slayer healing to kick in right now! Like five minutes ago. She’s right in front of me now and huh, I don’t feel like running all of a sudden. She looks kinda familiar. Where have I seen her before? Yes, yes, thank you for helping me up, now let’s go with the explaining. At least I know she’s not a vampire. Could’ve fooled me with the pale complexion.

“Where’s Andrew?” Okay, blank stare. “The geeky guy?” Still nothing, just a little tilt of her head and an amused glint in her icy-blue eyes. Now, I know I’m not that hung over to not understand English. What the hell is she saying? Doesn’t really sound native to me. She gets it! Okay, now English. She’s probably from one of Andrew’s re-enacting groups or something.

“Yeah, no, can’t understand a thing you’re saying.” I tell her and she just smiles at me. I really know her from somewhere. Where have I seen her before? God, this thinking hurts my head. She helps me to sit down on the bed and sits next to me, watching me like I’m some curiosity. Hehe, look at her ears, they’re- No way, no fucking way!

I jump up and riffle through the pockets of my pants, desperately ignoring the pain in my limbs and head as I’m searching my cell phone. Stop looking at me like I’m going to hurt myself, I just wanna get out of here! Where is my cell phone? All I got is this piece of paper… It’s got Andrew’s handwriting.

TO A CHALLENGE YOU HAVE AGREED. NOW YOU MUST STAY UNTIL YOU SUCCEED.

What challenge? What did I agree to? I flip the paper over a few times but that’s all it’s said. I told him I was capable of saying and doing almost anything when I’m drunk! What did he do to me? I glance over at the woman -Elf- sitting on the bed staring at me with a worried expression and try to give her what I hope is a confident smile.

Willow is going to murder me.