Fey 101

In miniature form, the two sisters sat on a tree limb watching the antics of the two men. This was the best disguise for this situation as they tried to stay hidden from their charges. They both covered their mouths trying to stop the giggles at the ridiculous scene playing out before them.

"I can’t take any more," Morganna whispered, her laughter bubbling over, as Jon released the frog.

Fiona grabbed her arm. "Don’t do it. Then we’ll have both of them to deal with."

The two men started discussing a cat. "By the Maker’s toes," Morganna giggled. "This is too much."

When her sister disappeared, Fiona just threw her hands up in the air. She sat watching as her sister appeared in her normal form behind her charges. Fiona was rethinking the decision to bring Morganna in on this, when she heard Jon yell, "Where’s the other one?"

Morganna gave a delicate shrug. "What ‘other one’?"

Fiona knew that her sister would not give her away not even if tortured with more of their ridiculous attempts to summon them.

"Fiona, show yourself," Jon demanded to the area in general. "I know you’re there." He turned round and round in a circle, his eyes quickly scanning the area.

The fairy gave up and blinked in beside her sister. "Do you have to yell?"

Wide eyed, Richie stood gaping at the two women who had just appeared out of nowhere. "Fuck me," he managed to gasp in awe. He’d really thought Jon had lost it, but now he had to admit that if his friend was over the rainbow, then so was he. Even in his amazement, Richie couldn't help but notice they were both beautiful women, but there was just something in the violet eyes of the first arrival that had him wanting to seek more. There was a twinkle there that told him she had a great sense of humor. In fact, he could tell she’d been laughing at him and his friend.

Jon grabbed Fiona’s arm and began to drag her across the yard towards the house. She pulled against his strength, causing his hand to slide down her arm. He gripped her harder at the wrist and continued to stomp up the hill toward the house.

"Unhand me this instant, you big oaf," she commanded, her voice shrill.

He didn’t bother to answer her; he just kept walking. Morganna raised her hands, prepared to use magic to protect her sister if necessary. Richie’s soft voice stopped her.

"He won’t hurt her. You have my word on that."

"I’ve only just met you. How do I know if your word is any good? And how can you be so sure that he won’t?"

"I know him. He would never hurt a woman, not even one that’s not quite human." He chose not to answer the question about whether or not his word was any good. Morganna searched his beautiful milk-chocolate colored eyes and saw no guile or falsehood in them. She let the ignored question pass.

Morganna laughed softly. "Not quite human? Oh child, that is a total understatement. We are nowhere near human."

"Of course not," Richie agreed, laughter in his voice. "Shall we?" He made a little half bow and motioned toward the house with a sweeping arm, inviting her to go first. Morganna tossed her magnificent mane of hair over her shoulder with an oft-practiced flip, and regally made her way to the patio.

With the fairy yelling and snarling curses all the way, Jon pulled Fiona to the patio door. Once there, he flung the door opened and pushed her into the door way. "Now, you can’t get away."

"Excuse me?"

"I’ve done my research. It said that fairies don’t like doors because they can be trapped in the entryway." Jon smirked.

Morganna's eyes met her sister's over his shoulder. “He thinks we can get trapped in the in-betweens?" Then her laughter filled the air. "Oh, you are such a sad little man," she said; her voice dripping with pity.

"Excuse me?" Jon demanded without turning around.

"She means that you shouldn't believe everything you read," Fiona explained. A beloved smell teased her nostrils. "Oh. Is that coffee I smell? I believe it is!" She turned and hurried into the house, following the scent to the kitchen.

Morganna’s ears perked up at the word ‘coffee’, and she pushed past Jon to follow her sister. He had to grab onto the door jamb to keep from falling over.

"What the fuck?" Richie asked, shocked.

"Oh it’s nothing. In my research, I found that fairies like the smell of coffee, but don’t worry about them drinking it all up from you, Rich. The website said they like the smell but not the taste," Jon answered as they followed the two women to the kitchen.

The two men stopped in the kitchen doorway. "So much for your research," Richie announced upon seeing the women already drinking from the cups that the two men had left on the counter.

"Make yourselves at home," Jon told the two women sarcastically.

"Where exactly did you find all these so called facts about us?" Fiona asked.

"The Internet."

"Oh, well then it must be true." Fiona threw back her head; her laughter seemed to bounce off the walls.

"What is the ‘Internet’?" Morganna asked her sister.

"You’ve been in Avalon a long time. I’ll explain later, sister dear."

Jon crossed his arms causing his shirt to tighten across the bulging muscles of his upper arms. His frown was way too bad to call simply 'disapproving'. "Yeah, later. I got first dibs on an explanation."

"I'm wondering if we really wanna hear it, bro." Calmly, Richie walked over and pulled out a bar stool and took a seat. "I'm not sure I wanna know why a couple of fairies are guardin’ your garden." He laughed at his wit.

"Fey," Fiona corrected automatically, rolling her eyes at Richie.

"What?" Richie asked, only a little confused, and that scared him.

"We prefer to be called Fey," Morganna answered.

Jon snarled. “Well I prefer not to have uninvited guests lurking around my yard.” He looked at Fiona. “You can’t always get what you want fairy.”

“Ooh!” Morganna said clapping her hands, and ignoring the furrow that formed between her sister’s eyebrows. “I know that one!” She cleared her throat and smiled.

Fiona clapped a hand over her eyes. She knew what was coming next. “A-nna,” she whined.

“But if you try sometimes, you just might find, you get what you need,” she crooned.

Richie and Jon sat with their mouths agape. Mick Jagger’s voice just came out of the woman’s mouth.

“Oh no you didn’t just do that,” Richie said.

Fiona sighed. “Don’t get her started.”

Morganna laughed, and said, in Richie’s voice, “Oh yes I did, darlin’.”

Jon burst out laughing at the stunned expression on Richie’s face. “That’s a great trick,” he said.

The dark-haired fairy looked at him. “It’s hard for me to say the things I wanna say sometimes,” she sang in Jon’s sexy voice. “So I appropriate others words,” she finished in her own.

“Damn,” Jon said.

“I see you have been spending time with Merlin,” Fiona said to her sister.

“I have,” Morganna said proudly. “Soon I shall be a full sorceress.” She looked at Richie who had a completely gobsmacked look on his face. “I’m only an apprentice now.”

“Sorceress?” Richie squeaked. “No wait,” he said, holding up a hand. “I don’t want to know.”

Jon circled the conversation back to where it started. “I do want to know,” he said. “About all of this. From both of you, but Fiona first. Start talking.” He cast a wary eye at Morganna. “In your OWN voices, thank you very much.”