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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/MN: Here's another :D I wanted to get something up for you all before heading back to the craziness of the week. Not entirely where I wanted to end this chapter but that's where it seemed to fit. As always I hope you enjoy and pleeeease let me know what you think by either rating or reviewing! I'm desperate for some feedback!
Chapter 4: Fire and Ice
Lexington woke feeling very comfortable, she was surrounded by nice warm covers and the bed she was in was really comfy. And it smelt good, an earthy smell with a hint of sandalwood. She smiled. She loved the smell of sandalwood. Maybe it had all been a dream, a really bad dream. Wiggling her fingers and toes experimentally she found they didn't hurt. Hopefully, she moved on to her legs and arms, groaning as the muscles protested at even the slightest movement.
Opening her eyes slightly she found pale light shining through canvas above her head. She was in a tent. She was in a bed, in a tent and Merlin knew where that tent was or who it belonged to. Shifting her head slowly she found that it didn't cause her as much pain and nausea as it had the night before. It still hurt like the dickens but it was manageable. She listened for any sounds that might indicate whether there was anybody in the tent with her, finding non she turned to survey the rest of the tent.
The first thing she saw was the form of a man. Holding her breath she waited for him to notice she was awake. Sitting on a chair near the foot of the bed he had his socked feet propped up on it, his chin lightly resting on his chest as he breathed evenly. He was asleep. Exhaling softly she took in his messily tied back, long brown hair, straight nose, strong cheek and jaw bones and recognized him as the man who had found her in the woods last night. She must be somewhat safe then, where ever she was, he had said he was trying to help her.
Looking past the sleeping figure she noted the rest of her surroundings. At the foot of the bed sat a small wood stove, giving off some warmth that kept the chilly morning air from invading the tent. On the wall nearest the foot of the bed there was a door which she assumed led outside. To the left of the door was a rough, square wooden table with three chairs sitting around it, the fourth being occupied by her dozing companion. Next to the table on the wall opposite where she lay, was a desk, covered in papers and charts with an oil lamp set on the back corner glowing dimly. Beside that was a small bookshelf. Craning her neck slightly to see the wall behind the headboard she saw a second door. Presuming that this smaller door led to a bathroom of sorts, she looked back at the man. He still appeared to be asleep. Groaning she tried to sit up a bit, shifting to get more comfortable.
“I wouldn't move too much, luv. Thom's good at healin' but he's got a lot more to fix on you yet.”
Startled at the sound of his voice she winced as she moved her head too quickly to face him. When had he woken up? She closed her eyes as she nodded slowly. Opening them again she met his eyes, “Where am I?”
He really needed to get over the shock that ran through him every time she looked at him with those eyes. They were too blue and intense, emotions floating through them quickly and as easy to read as the words on a page. He didn't particularly enjoy the jolt in his chest every time she made eye contact with him. He stretched as he answered her, “My camp, we're somewhere in the forest of Western England. 'aven't really kept track of our exact location.”
Lexington couldn't help the way her eyes followed him as he stretched. His arms slowly lifted over his head and he arched his back over the back of the chair, pressing the muscles of his chest into his shirt where it showed between the lapels of his coat, leaving nothing to her imagination. She swallowed thickly. Merlin, he was fit! She vaguely recalled the strength he'd used to pin her to the ground last night, no wonder she hadn't stood a chance. His hands fisted at the apex of his movement, then opened as he stretched even his fingers, curling each one separately back into a fist shape. Then he leaned forward and brought his arms down, resting them on his legs, chuckling as he did. Meeting his gaze again she knew she'd been caught staring, the smirk on his face said as much. Blushing as she ducked her head she thought back to what he'd said.
“You said you had a healer, is it just you and him travelling together?” she asked, trying to figure out who he was and who he was with, without outright asking him.
“No. Me an' my crew, there's 6 of us all together. We travel around for work a lot, but we've been here for a while now. Lot's of people tryin' to hide in these woods, makes it easy to find 'em.”
Lexington caught her breath, “Easy to find them?” Her eyes flew to the arm of his coat, sure enough there was the red band of fabric that identified him as a snatcher. “Y-you're a snatcher?” How could she have missed that? Because you were too busy admiring his chest and arms, she thought, Stupid. Stupid move!
“Yeah.” Scabior shifted forward in his chair as he saw her suddenly stiffen. He placed his feet on the floor, ready to stop her if she tried to run, “You gotta problem with that?”
“Yes!” she hissed through clenched teeth, “You're kind are why I'm in this state and unable to move without being in severe pain!”
“My kind?” Scabior arched a brow, “Snatchers did this to you? Now why would you be runnin' from snatchers, luv?”
Her anger faltered momentarily, “I-I don't know.”
He shook his head, “Again with the not knowing. I'm startin' to think it's a convenient way of you not tellin' me something you don' want me to know.”
Her fury started to grow again, “Well it's not. I wish I could remember. I'd like to know why I was being chased and almost beaten to death! For something I don't even remember!”
She attempted to sit up farther and swing her legs over the side of the bed, regretting the motion almost instantly as her ribs and head started to throb. Suddenly she felt her shoulders being pushed back down towards the bed.
“Don't touch me!” she hissed.
“Then stop movin'!” he threw back at her, “You're gonna undo all Thom's hard work.”
“I don't care! Let go!”
“No.” he kept one hand on her shoulder and used the other to stick her feet back under the covers. Then he tucked the blanket under the edge of the mattress making it nearly impossible for her to move her legs with the little strength she had left. She was still exhausted.
“Fine! I won't move. Now will you please get your hands off of me!” she all but growled.
“Why?” he asked as he lightly trailed his fingers across her collarbone to the pulse at the base of her neck. Her heart was pounding. He suspected it was mostly fear but the way she shivered led him to suspect there was another reason too.
“Because I asked you to” she said, hating the way her voice came out a little breathy as his palm settled on her neck and he used his thumb to tip her head up forcing her to look him in the eyes.
Scabior smirked at the fury that was burning in those blue depths, revelling in the way his touch seemed to unnerve her. “I'm not known for doin' somethin' just because I'm asked to.” His eyes trailed to her lips, which still held onto that damn little pout. It was almost too tempting. He leaned forward slowly, feeling her tense even more.
“Don't even think about!” she snarled.
“You've got quite the temper 'aven't you, Lexi?” Scabior chuckled, enjoying the way her skin flushed, from anger or something else he didn't care. He decided he enjoyed getting under her skin.
At the mention of her name her eyes filled with rage and she stared at him, “Don't. Call. Me. Lexi.” she said in a deadly whisper.
“Oh, struck a nerve did I?” he teased, removing his hand from her neck and sitting upright in his chair once more. He almost felt daunted by the pure hatred that burned in her eyes, almost. He continued in a more serious tone, “The way I see it, I've been kind enough to lend you not only my healer but my bed as well, I figure that means I can call you whatever the hell I want.”
Her eyes got even wider, “YOUR BED? What the hell am I doing in your bed? I don't know you! I don't even know your name?”
“We don' exactly have extra beds out here. You needed it more than me, but I'm startin' to regret my choice. An' if you wanted to know my name all you had to do was ask,” he bit out, sitting back on his chair and crossing his arms.
She glared at him as she waited for him to tell her his name, but he remained silent, meeting her glare with a dark one of his own. Exasperated she huffed, “Well? Are you just going to sit there?”
“Yes, I think I am.”
“Really? You're really going to make me ask it?” she fumed.
“Yes, I bloody well am.”
Silence stretched between them, each staring daggers at the other, willing the other to be the first to cave.
Lexington took a deep breath and closed her eyes, she still felt like death. If she just got this over with maybe he'd go get his healer. Then she would be rid of him while this Thom person worked on her injuries. “Fine,” she sighed, “What's your name?”
A triumphant gleam appeared in his eyes as he gave her a wicked grin that stole the air from her lungs, “Name's Scabior. I'll go get Thom shall I?”
“Please,” she nodded, her head pounding from the physcal and mental exertion she had gone through in the last few minutes.
“Be right back, luv,” he stood from his chair and strode out the door.
Settling back into the pillows she closed her eyes again. How could she have been saved from one group of snatchers to be thrown to a second bunch? Had this group done the saving? She highly doubted it. At least this Scabior wasn't trying to beat her up and rape her. She swallowed, thinking back to the few times he had touched her. She'd been scared yes, but there was something else, something she would never in a million years admit. His hands had been strong and warm. So warm. And he bloody smelled like sandalwood. She realized now that he'd left the tent that the scent had been stronger when he was closer to her. She groaned, he was a snatcher. A cold-hearted snatcher. As soon as she was able to move she knew she had to escape. She couldn't remember why the Ministry wanted her but she knew they did. The first group of snatchers had left no doubt in her mind that she was wanted for something. She only wished she could remember what.
She was brought out of her musings when the tent flap opened again and Scabior returned, followed by a second wizard. This one was quiet short and slim. He had sandy blonde hair and crinkly green eyes. He almost looked merry. Which she thought was an odd way to describe a snatcher. But then he was their healer, maybe he didn't actually do the catching with them. Still, she watched him warily as he approached the bed.
"We fin'lly meet whilst yer awake. I'm Thom.” he smiled down at her.
“Lexington,” she replied, “Thanks for healing me last night.”
“No problem, hun. Now, wha'cha say we take a look at gettin' the rest o' you fixed?” When she nodded silently he continued, “Jus' lay back an' try an' relax.”
Glancing at where Scabior stood silently by the door she grumbled, “Does he have to be here for this?”
Thom let out a bark of laughter. Turning to Scabior he raised his eyebrows in mock surprise, “I don' think she likes ya very much Boss.”
“I'd gathered as much.” Scabior commented dryly.
“Mus' 'ave been his usual charming self, eh hun?” he asked Lexington, before turning back to Scabior, “Why don' ya go find the boys and figure ou' somethin' fer breakfast? Blain's been grumblin' since dawn abou' cold stew not bein' breakfast food.”
Nodding Scabior turned and left the tent without a word.
“He a'ways gets a little cranky when he don' 'ave somethin' in his belly,” he chuckled, focusing on Lexington's forehead.
She lay still as he gently placed his fingers along her brow. She watched as confusion clouded his features, followed by surprise as his eyes focused on something beside her pillow.
“Yer fever's gone.”
“I had a fever?”
“Right bad one too, I was worried it'd take days to sweat itself ou' o' ya.”
“Why didn't it?” she asked, surprised.
“This.” Thom reached down near the pillow and held up a damp cloth. He touched it to her cheek and she could feel that it was still cold. “He must o' pu' a stasis charm on it ta keep it cool.”
“He?”
Thom chuckled, “Scabior. Must o' put it on yer 'ead afore he fell asleep las' nigh'. I should o' thought o' tha'. Bu' I'm so used ta relyin' on magic ta cure people, it didn' even cross my mind.”
Lexington looked at the cloth in Thom's hand. Scabior had done that? Why? He hadn't exactly shown himself to be full of kindness and compassion. What did it matter to him if she'd been feverish for a few days?
“Ya two go' started off on the wrong foot.” Thom added, seeing her confusion. “He's no' really tha' bad. A bit rough around the edges, but he's no' a bad man.”
“He's a snatcher. That qualifies as bad in my books.”
Thom shrugged as he started to heal the bruising on her head, “Some snatchers are worse'n others. Scabior told me it were snatchers tha' did this ta ya?”
Swallowing a lump in her throat Lexington nodded.
“Ya must o' run inta one o' the bad groups. Some o' the darker wizards band t'gether an' cause more terror an' mayhem than they need ta jus' for tha' fun o' it. Sound like the group tha' go' ya?”
She nodded again.
“Well, Scabior may have a temper an' he may 'ave a funny way o' goin' about gettin' his way, bu' he don' stand fer tha' amoung his crew. We catch people an' 'and 'em over straight away, no funny business.”
“But he still hands people over. When he doesn't know what for? What if the Ministry wants them only to kill them?” she said, feeling the swelling receding from her forehead. Sighing in relief she looked on as Thom moved onto the bruises on her chest she could see through her ripped shirt.
“We all do, hun. It's our job. If'n we don' 'and people over we'd be up fer questioning ourselves. An' some o' us need the money.”
“So when am I getting tossed to the Ministry?” she asked rather sharply.
“Not sure yet. Gotta figure ou' who ya are firs'. Any more memories comin' back ta ya now?”
She shook her head sadly, “No, nothing.”
"Give it some time, I'm sure somethin'll come back ta ya."
Lexington closed her eyes so Thom wouldn't see the tears that threatened to spill out, "I hope you're right."
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