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Redemption Recalled	By : MoonlightVision Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 9161 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of JK's world and characters, I do not make any money from this. I merely borrow for fun. The only thing I own is my feisty Lexi and the story arch.

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A/N: Quick shout out to Talented_Mrs_Lupin for being my first review, Thanks!! Glad you like it so far! I'd love to hear from everyone else as well so please rate and review! Anywho, here's another chapter for you to enjoy... and don't worry, darling Lexi will be waking up soon, for good, and then things will start to heat up!
Chapter 3: Good versus Bad
Scabior could finally see the camp through the trees. Silently he thanked Merlin, he had become all too aware her head nestled into the crook of his neck, her slow, warm breaths tickling his skin. Her hair had fallen across her face but he could still make out one smooth cheek in the darkness and despite being covered in dirt and blood she still smelt good. A hint of vanilla and something else couldn't identify clung to her, filling his nostrils as he tried to even his breathing. Pausing a moment to collect himself he peered towards the camp again. Someone had gotten the fire going, hopefully that meant they had also cooked something. His stomach rumbled as he approached the first tent, reminding him of how long ago the meal that morning had been. The few mouthfuls he'd had before they had headed out on their failed attempt to raid the safe house were long gone, leaving his stomach empty and sore. But he knew eating would have to wait, at least until he'd handed Lexington over to Thom. Once she was healed and he had a full stomach he could figure out what to do with her, though if she didn't remember who she was it would be hard to decide how much she was worth to the ministry. He'd have to do some digging and see if his contacts could find anything pertaining to who she was.
Coming into view of his men, Scabior saw them look up. Grins broke out on the four faces that sat around the campfire. Ben wasn't with them and glancing around quickly Scabior didn't see him anywhere. He must still be out cold, he thought with amusement.
Ty bounded up from his log by the fire and hurried over to him, “You got 'er Boss!”
Nodding Scabior looked towards Thom, “I need you to heal what you can on her. She woke up for a short while in the woods but passed out again from the pain. I think she has a fever too.”
Standing up Thom walked over, placing a hand on the girls forehead, “Ya, she's burnin' up a'right.” Looking up at Scabior he added, “Where we gonna put 'er. Ya know we ain't got no extra beds an' even with healin' she's gonna need a few days o' lyin' down to recover.”
“She can sleep in my bed,” offered Ty eagerly, eyeing the girls body which was still supported in Scabior's arms, “It'd be nice to have someone tha' purdy keeping it warm.”
“She's staying in my tent. I'll transfigure a chair or something if I need to sleep. We all know I barely use my bed anyway.” Scabior didn't know why but the idea of her being in anybody else's tent unnerved him. He rationalized that it was because he wanted to keep a close eye on her while figuring out who she was. Merlin forbid if she was his most valuable snatch and she got away because of his teams less than stellar observation skills.
Watching Ty's crestfallen expression Scabior turned to follow Thom to his tent, smiling wryly as he did. That kid was incorrigible. Scabior was glad his brother and him had opted to join his crew. Though Xander kept quietly to himself most of the time, Ty could always be counted on to lighten the mood, which was always welcomed during the hard times the war had brought on for everyone.
Nodding his thanks as Thom held open the flap of his tent, Scabior ducked inside being careful to not knock the girls feet against the centre support pole. He headed straight to the bed that was against the left wall of the tent, lying her down carefully on top of the covers. Realizing he hadn't seen a wand in the clearing with her he hastily checked the pockets of her coat and patted down her arms and legs. Nothing. She must have lost it before she ended up where they found her. At least she wouldn't be able to hex anyone when she woke up, or escape. Stepping back he let Thom kneel down beside the bed to assess the girls injuries.
Thoms took out his wand and started running it through the air just above the girl. A pale cream glow emmiting from the tip as he waved it over her head, chest and abdomen. He then checked each limb as well. “Did she say anythin' when she woke up earlier?” he asked without pausing or looking up.
“Yeah,” Scabior sighed as he sank into a nearby chair, “a bit. The only thing I got outta her was that her name is Lexington. She says she can't remember anything else.”
“She can' remember?”
“Well, she said she knew what happened to her right before she blacked out but nothin' else.”
“An' ya don' think tha' was to throw ya off o' who she really is?” Thom asked as he briefly glanced Scabior's way with raised brows before turning back to his assesment.
Scabior paused before answering, thinking back to his short conversation with Lexington, “No. Judging by her reaction it was the truth. When she realized she couldn't remember she looked scared. An' not scared because of me, a different kind of scared. Like she'd lost something she might never get back.”
Focusing on the girls head, Thom nodded, “Tha' might make sense. Heavy blows ta the noggin' can sometimes muss up yer memories, and this 'ere head wound is right nasty. I'm surprised she woke up a'tall.”
“You can fix it though, right?”
“Oh, aye, but it'll take more'n one rounds o' healin'. An' she is not gonna be able ta move from this bed for some time. Ya sure ya wanna go ta the trouble?”
“Yeah, she's important to this war somehow Thom. I don' know how but I can feel it, she'll be worth the effort.”
“A'right then.” Sitting back on his heels Thom turned to Scabior, “Aside from tha' 'ead injury, which is probably the worst bit, she's got a couple o' borken ribs, major bruising ta 'er stomach which mean's she's probably bleeding inside. Those are the major things that need fixin'. Then she's also got major bruising and swelling on 'er cheek from somthin', plus 'er split lip and minor bruises and scrapes ta the rest o' 'er body, 'specially 'er arms an' back. An' that fever isn' gonna make this any easier.”
Scabior winced slightly as he realized the scrapes on her back might be from when he roughly dragged her across the forest floor earlier, “Just fix what you can. Do you need me to help with anything?”
Thom shook his head as he turned back to the girl, “Nah, go get somethin' ta eat. Blaine caught a rabbit on the way back an' made a stew. It's not bad. I'll do wha' I can 'ere an' let ya know when I'm done.”
His spirits lifted with the promise of food Scabior stood to walk out of the tent. Stopping in the doorway he looked over his shoulder. Thom was standing now, hovering over the girl, muttering a spell under his breath as a yellow light poured out of the tip of his wand cascading down onto her head. There it spread out and began to sink slowly into the skin surrounding the swollen and bruised flesh. She looked so small and vulnerable lying on his bed. Scabior swallowed, she also looked damn inticing, her hair spilled out over his pillow, one wrist hanging over the edge of the bed and her right leg bent slightly at the knee. Shaking his head to clear his thoughts he chastised himself. What was he thinking, she was a catch, nothing more. Once he figured out who she was he'd trade her in for the gold and get on with his job.
Ducking out the door Scabior straightened and was met by a pair of brooding eyes and a fierce scowl. So, Ben was awake and obviously he was not happy about something.
“What Ben?” He exhaled as he pinched the bridge of his nose. He didn't need this right now.
“You're 'ealin' 'er? After wha' she did ta me? My 'ead still bloody fuckin' 'urts!” Ben spit out vehemently.
“Technically, Thom is healin' her, but yes.” He sighed, “You may have forgotten since being knocked out but I distinctly remember tellin' you not to touch her. It's your own fault your head hurts.” Scabior tried to sidestep past Ben, wanting to end this conversation and get some food.
Ben sputtered, “My fault?! My fa- Listen 'ere Boss, las' I checked you was only in charge o' the group on raids. Seeing as we wasn't on a raid anymore I didn' need ta be takin' orders from ya!”
Rounding on him, Scabior's voice was dangerously low, “Last time I checked being on a raid is anytime we are around people we might need to snatch. Therefore you did need to listen” he took a step closer towering over Ben, “an' furthermore if you want to remain part of my crew I expect you to follow my orders. At. All. Times. Do I make myself abundantly clear?”
The fury in Scabior's eyes did not go unnoticed. Knowing his temper was not something to mess around with he grudgingly relented, “Fine Boss,” Ben grumbled “bu' tha' still don' explain why you're 'ealin' 'er. Can't we jus' 'and her over ta the Ministry like she is, we do tha' with all the rest.”
Seeing the other man back down Scabior let his shoulders relax, “Seeing as you were knocked out I'm going to assume you didn't fully see the extent of her injuries? If we leave them as they are she wouldn't make it to the Ministry.”
“I still think it's a lot o' effort to waste on one o' our catches.”
“She's no good to us dead, Ben, an' we don't know how valuable she is. Do you wanna throw away a paycheck that could possibly be thousands of Galleons?”
“No, 'spose not.” Ben said, scowling at the tent Scabior had just exited.
“Good. Now if you don' mind I'd like to eat something.” With that he turned and walked towards the campfire. Seeing the remaining three men staring at him he growled menacingly, “Anyone else 'ave objections they'd like to voice?”
Three pairs of eyes quickly focused on other things. Xander and Ty went back to their game of exploding snap. Blaine grabbed a bowl from the ground, scooped some stew into it and handed it to Scabior.
“Thanks,” he grunted as he sat down on one of the logs around the fire pit. Taking the spoon Blaine silently held out to him he dug into the stew. Thom hadn't been lying, it wasn't bad. Probably the best thing he'd tasted in weeks. The men let him eat in silence, even Ben who had sat down on the other side of the fire kept quiet. He was glad they left him alone to eat. Being hungry always made him cranky and it seemed like they were hungry more often than not since this bloody war had started. Grabbing a chunk of stale bread from the pan near the fire Scabior used it to scrape the last remnants of gravy from the bowl. Finally sated he put the dish down and looked up at his crew. Once again all eyes were on him.
“Why are you all so fascinated with watching me, 'ave you never seen a man eat before?”
Xander took the initiative to speak for the group, “We was only wonderin' what the plan was concerning the girl.”
Not overly surprised Scabior shrugged his shoulders, “Don' rightly now just yet.” They'd never kept anyone longer than it took them to make the trip to the Ministry before. “She's gotta heal enough to be moved first an' we gotta figure out who she is. If she's aligned with the Dark Lord somehow it wouldn't look very good if we were to hand her over for a reward that doesn't exist.”
They realized that made sense, but still had questions. Blaine spoke next, “Wha' about until she's 'ealed? We can't let 'er wander off or try an' escape. Are we gonna watch 'er in shifts?”
At that question Scabior noted two things, one was the fierce scowl on Ben's face and the second was the peaked interest on Ty's. Sure enough they each voiced their opinions immediately.
“I ain't givin' up my free time ta watch the chit, we get little enough o' it as it is.”
“I'll take a turn watchin' 'er Boss! Count me in!”
Wanting neither of those two near Lexington, for vastly different reasons, he thought quickly, “No, no shifts. I need all of you out in the field. In case you 'aven't noticed there's a war goin' on. Not that she'll be be up an' about anytime soon but I'll set up some wards on my tent. Ensure no one get out, or in.” Scabior chuckled as dejection spread across Ty's face, “Now that that's settled we should probably pack in for the night. Xander, can you take first watch? Thom'll be worn out after all the healin' he's doin' an' probably not up to keepin' an eye on things around the camp.”
“Sure, Boss.”
“Thanks. I'm gonna go see how he's makin' out,” Scabior stood, stepping over the log as he turned and walked towards the tent. Peering back towards the fire he saw Ty head into the tent he shared with his brother. Blaine was using his wand to clean up the dishes from supper and Xander was heading to his post just past the tents on the perimeter of the camp. Ben still sat at the fire, his eye's smouldering almost as much as the fire itself. Sighing Scabior realized he'd have to keep an even closer eye on Ben for the next little while. The events of today obviously did not sit well with him. He'd always been a bit touchy and argued the most out of his crew, testing Scabior's authority but he had never seen him this worked up over anyone they'd snatched before. Hopefully a night of rest would help calm him down.
Slipping into his tent he looked towards the bed. Thom was still there. He had Lexington rolled onto her front and was hunched over her healing the scratches on her back. Standing quietly not wanting to disrupt him Scabior waited until he was finished before he spoke, “How's it goin'?”
Straightening up Thom placed his hands on his lower back and stretched, arching his back causing it to crack once or twice, “Tha's all I can do fer now. I've 'ealed 'er 'ead and 'er ribs an' stopped the bleedin' inside. I can't do anythin' abou' the swellin' and bruises until the other spell's 'ave set. Bu' I got all 'er minor bruises and scrapes patched up. 'er fever won' break either an' I can't do anythin' abou' tha' until all the rest is fixed. She'll either 'ave to sweat it out on 'er own or wait until I'm done everythin' else.”
“Okay, good enough for now. You look exhausted Thom, go get some rest. I got Xander to cover your watch tonight.”
“Thanks, Scabior. Tha'll help. 'specially if'n I gotta do more 'ealin' tomorrow.”
Thom exited the tent leaving Scabior alone with the girl for the first time since his torturous walk through the forest. Seeing that Thom hadn't turned her back over he walked to the bed. Placing a knee gently on the edge of the mattress he grasped her shoulders and eased her over onto her back again. Staying in place he took a moment to look at her sleeping form. Her one arm was draped across her stomach from when he rolled her over, the other at her side and her hair covered most of her face. He could see now that the hair not covered in blood or dirt was a lovely golden blonde colour. Gently he brushed her hair away from her face with his fingers and saw that Thom had indeed healed the bruising on her cheek and her fixed split lip. Letting his fingers linger on her cheek he marvelled at how soft her skin was. His eyes flitted down to her mouth and he realized her lips had a small pout on them, even in sleep. He had the sudden urge to lean forward and kiss the pout away. Merlin he was in trouble, he couldn't have those thoughts about someone he was going to probably be handing to the Ministry. Swallowing the feeling he brushed one last errant strand of hair from her brow, pausing as she let out a small sigh and turned her head slightly. Where his fingers lay along her forehead he could feel that she was still burning up.
Standing up he walked to a door in the far wall of the tent, behind which was his bathroom. Summoning a cloth he ran it under cold water and placed a stasis charm on it to keep it cool. Returning to the bed he pressed the cloth to her brow. Then he drew his wand, walked to the tent flap and put up some wards, no one but himself and Thom would be able to get in and out now. Grabbing a chair as he passed the table he dragged it over to the bed and sank into it. Tiredly he kicked off his boots and rested his feet on the foot of the bed. Crossing his arms over his chest he hunkered down to catch a few hours of sleep, if he could, before morning arrived.
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