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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: Here's chapter 7! Enjoy! Please Rate and/or Review! Seriously, it takes seconds and I love the feed back!
Chapter 7: Leaving or Staying
Lexington stood in the middle of the tent. Her eyes darted about trying to find anything that might be useful in helping her get out of this confounded tent. A wand would be helpful, but she didn't know if her wand had been found with her or not. For all she knew it could still be in the clutches of the despicable men she'd managed to escape and how she did that was completely beyond her. She shuddered at the thought of her wand still being with those men. She missed her wand, not just because it would be helpful, but without it she felt like an important part of her was missing.
Peering at the canvas of the tent she was glad to see that there was no sign of light outside yet. She hoped it was still early enough that darkness would last a couple more hours, giving her time to put a fair amount of distance between the camp and herself. She heard a small mew and looked to Gawaine. He was still sitting where she'd placed him on the bed when she stood up. He cocked his head in her direction curiously.
Softly she spoke to the kneazle, “Okay, Gawaine, time to earn your title of brave knight. I need to get out of here and I need help finding anything that might help me.”
Immediately he sprang to the floor and slid under the bed. For a moment Lexington was confused, but then she heard some clattering noises and realized he was rummaging through the odds and ends that must have ended up under the bed over time. Smiling she turned her attention to Scabior's desk. Rifling through the papers on the top she picked out a few maps that she thought might be useful and went to tuck them into a pocket, only to find her jean pockets weren't quite big enough. She dashed to the bathroom and grabbed her sweater from the floor where she'd left it. Hastily she pulled it on and shoved the papers into one of the front pockets. It was then she remembered she'd had on a jacket and shoes the night she'd been almost caught. Where the devil had those gone? Returning to the main room she took a long look around, wondering where they could be. They weren't just sitting out in the open, so she decided to go through his drawers. She'd checked the top two last night as she searched for a shirt, so she pulled open the second on up. Nothing but a few pairs of pants. She closed it and opened the bottom one. Jackpot! There, folded neatly was her coat and one sneaker. Just one? She searched her brain but couldn't remember if she had lost the other one in the fight, or if she'd had it when she woke up briefly in the woods with Scabior. If it'd been with her she assumed Scabior would have brought it back. He seemed like the kind of person who paid attention to details. She sighed as she pulled her coat on and quickly put on her shoe. It'd have to do, one was better than none.
She went back to the desk and took one last look through the papers. Not finding anything else that would be useful in her escape she looked at the bookshelf. It'd be nice to take a book or two, and some of them might prove useful, but they'd never fit in her pockets without being shrunk first and she didn't have the means to do that. A thought crossed her mind and she did another quick survey of the room, looking for a bag or pack of some kind. Nothing. So, books were off the list.
Gawaine gave a throaty meow from across the tent. Turning she saw him by the bed with several things spread in front of him. Lexington walked over to examine them, scratching Gawaine's ears as she bent down. A small length of string, a crumpled up piece of paper, a fork and knife, a book and a comb. Well, some of that might come in handy, maybe not for actually aiding in her escape but they had some usefulness. She pocketed the string, the comb and the fork and knife.
“Thanks, Gawaine,” she smiled at him. “Now, lets see about getting through these wards.”
She got up and slowly walked to the tent flap, Gawaine following cautiously. Remembering what happened last time she'd tried this she took a deep breath. Maybe it was the type of ward that caused pain making you want to not go through it. Maybe if she persisted long enough, if she ignored the pain, she could break through.
“Here goes nothing,” she mumbled to the creature that was watching her in concerned silence.
Tentatively she put her hand out stretching her fingers until they found the edge of the ward, a thrumming causing her fingers to tingle. Closing her eyes she pushed her hand a bit further, biting her lip as pain crept up her arm in waves. It was like burning hot needles were sending shocks into her skin. Breathing hard she forced herself to push a little further. It felt like there was something around her arm, squeezing it, trying to compress it into nothingness. Her eyes started to water. Suddenly a jolt flew up her arm and into her shoulder, knocking her backwards a step and sucking the air from her lungs.
“Damn it!,” she swore, breathing raggedly.
She licked her lips and tasted blood. Bringing the fingers of the hand that wasn't throbbing to her mouth she felt a warm, wet stickiness. She looked at her fingers and saw red. She must have been biting her lip hard enough to draw blood. Sighing she dropped her hand and looked at the door. There had to be a way through.
She glanced down at Gawaine as a thought crossed her mind. He always came in and out the bottom. Maybe she could too. Lexington crouched down and ran her hand through the air. The buzzing seemed smaller down here. She moved her hand towards the canvas again and grit her teeth when the pain returned full force shooting up her arm and making her see stars. Ignoring the pain she tried to push harder. She felt her fingers brush against the canvas and hope leapt within her. Just as she grabbed the material a spark large enough for her to see exploded where her fingers touched the tent. The force of the small explosion made her fall backwards on her arse, fire zinging through every muscle in her arm and chest.
Angrily she stood up and threw the first thing she could find, a book lying on the table, at the door. Her mouth gaped open when it sailed neatly through the part in the canvas. She heard a dull thud from outside as it hit the ground. So things could get through. Maybe if she tried pushing her way through with an object before her it would not know how to distinguish between object and person. Running back to the bookshelf she snatched the first book her fingers came across. She tried to steady her breathing as she returned to the door, ignoring the uncomfortable pulsing in her arm. She shoved the book towards the tent. It passed the edge of the thrumming wards without a problem, her hand followed. There was a slight tingle in her fingers but no pain. Lexington's heart beat increased as she took a small step forwards. The book touched the fabric. It was going through. It was working! An invisible force sucked the book out the tent flap, pulling her hand with it briefly before it was wrenched from her fingers. Pain exploded through her whole body, white hot pokers shocking her limbs and something squeezing the breath from her chest. Blackness overwhelmed her momentarily as she stumbled backwards. Grabbing a chair she tried to keep herself upright. Vaguely she heard Gawaine meow at her, he was obviously worried.
“We have to get out, Gawaine, we have to,” she mumbled, her speech slurred with the effort of moving her tongue.
Desperately she lurched towards the tent flap, she knew freedom lay only inches away, and it infuriated her that she couldn't reach it. Throwing caution to the wind she ran towards the flap. She felt the buzzing surround her whole body, it made her brain go fuzzy and her eyes cross. She also felt her arm break through the wards to the cool night air on the other side. Triumph flowed through her, quickly followed by searing pain. What felt like a giant fist slammed into her stomach, throwing her backwards into the tent. Lexington groaned as she hit the floor. The edges of her vision going black as she tried to breath, but no air entered her lungs. She saw a small furry face peering at her, obviously meowing at her, but she couldn't hear anything. She convinced her lungs to work and she drew in a great gasp of air, coughing as she rolled onto her side. Her limbs were shaking violently and she hurt every where and blackness was still threatening to consume her. She tried to stand, pushing off the floor weakly with her arms. They trembled and buckled, not able to support her. Her head hit the floor with a thunk as she collapsed, finally succumbing to the pain and passing out.
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After Scabior had left the tent he had relieved Xander, who's turn it was on watch. He was glad it was Xander, he wouldn't ask questions about why Scabior was willing taking extra watch time, he just smiled, said thanks and wandered back to his tent. There were still a few hours before dawn and Scabior knew Xander would rather get the extra rest than do anything else.
Being on watch let Scabior think, while at the same time focusing his mind on the forest around him. A combination that he'd learned long ago helped him think rationally and come up with excellent plans. As his eyes scanned the trees he started making a mental pro-con list in his head. If he handed Lexington over he would get more gold than he knew what to do with, the Dark Lord himself would reward him for this catch, the war might tip in their favour with the information she probably possessed and he'd be rid of that damn fur ball. That was a pretty hefty pro-handing her over list. He'd also be rid of being tempted every time he was near her.
Scabior sighed heavily, his eyes lifting up to glance at the stars peaking between the leaves. He honestly didn't know if that last thought was a pro or a con. Sure he'd been tempted by a lot of women in his life, but there was something unique about Lexington. The way she seemed scared of him, but shivered and gasped beautifully at his touch made his blood sing. He remembered the feel of her against him, pressed between his body and the door. He could feel his cock starting to stir as he thought of the way she'd whimpered against his lips, not a scared whimper, no it had sounded anything but scared. And the feel of her breast in his palm, it had felt perfect.
He scowled at that last thought, doing another customary sweep of the darkness. Her reaction to him cupping her breast had thrown a wrench in his plans. Realizing what they'd tried to do to her had put an end to his visions of seducing her quickly. He still wanted her, there was no denying that anymore, but he'd have to go much slower than he was used to, much slower than he wanted to. He supposed that could be another point for the pro list, she wouldn't give in easily.
Tallying it up in his head he knew the pro list far exceeded the con list, but he just didn't want to hand her over. Not without having her at least once. Scabior closed his eyes and leaned his head back, exhaling through his nose. I suppose that's my answer than, he thought dryly, I'll keep her until I've had her or until I realize it's never going to happen. He felt better now that he'd reached a definitive conclusion.
No sooner had he reached that decision than Scabior felt a tingling buzz run through his hand from his wand. He chuckled, he was surprised it had taken her this long to test the wards again. He'd felt it once last night when he'd been out hunting runners. He wasn't surprised she'd chosen to test them after their disagreement. He'd been waiting for her to try them, not believing that she was just going to take his word for it that the tent was warded. A second tingle had him shaking his head, she must really want to escape if she was willing to deal with the amount of pain he knew she'd be in to try again. He felt it for the third time and cursed silently. He turned back to the camp and marched towards his tent. If she kept this up she was going to get seriously injured. A fourth tingle made it's way up his arm. He picked up his pace. He had no idea what state he was going to find her in if she kept trying. The fact that she'd already tried this many times baffled him, those were not small wards and he knew the pain would be excruciating. That was the point, it was supposed to hurt enough that you wouldn't keep trying. But, like everything else about her, this girl was different.
Scabiot lifted the tent flap and saw Lexington curled on her side on the floor. Stepping into the tent he noticed she had on her coat and her one shoe. She definitely had been trying to run. She still hadn't moved. He stepped around her legs so he could see her face and found that she was unconscious. Her kneazle was pawing and licking at her face trying to wake her up.
“You, out, NOW!” Scabior growled at the animal. It looked up fiercely, tail held erect. “I am not in the mood right now,” he warned. “OUT!”
Grudgingly, the creature took one last look at Lexington before scurrying to the door, giving Scabior a wide berth.
Crouching down Scabior examined Lexington's face. Blood was slowly leaking from bite marks in her lip but other than that she looked fine. He did a quick sweep of the rest of her, nothing else was bleeding. She was going to be very sore when she came to but she'd be fine. Pulling some papers he'd noticed out of her jumper pocket he found they were some of his maps. A search of her other pockets yielded some string, a comb, a fork and a knife. He reached up and placed the items on the table. He couldn't leave her alone in the tent it seemed, while most of those items were harmless, the fork or the knife would hurt if she chose to attack him with them. Scabior sighed, contemplating her still form, judging by the fact that she'd just rendered herself unconscious trying to escape, she would also try that again. He couldn't stay until she woke up though, he still had to be on watch, it wouldn't be fair to go wake Xander up now, or any of the other men.
He looked around. How was he going to keep her from hurting herself further? His eyes fell on one of the chairs by the table. Rolling his eyes and shaking his head he was almost amused that he was resorting to tying her up. He bent down and removed her coat and shoe, she wouldn't need keep those on, the coat would make her too warm and the shoe really was useless, being there was only one. Gently he lifted her body and placed it on the chair. He conjured some rope and flicked his wand at her ankles. The rope drifted down and tied itself snugly around each foot, securing them to the legs of the chair. Another flick sent a coil of rope to her hands, binding them together behind the chair. For added measure he fixed that rope to one of the rungs on the chair back.
Surveying his work, Scabior had to bite back a grown. Only this girl could look so lovely passed out and tied to a chair. Her head lolled forward, her chin lightly resting on her chest, which was rising and falling rhythmically. Her hair was mussed and fell over her face, obscuring it from his gaze. He knelt before her and brushed it away from one side. Her long, dark lashes were resting against her cheek and her lips were slightly parted. A smile tugged at his own lips when he saw her pout back in place. He placed his hand on her cheek, running his thumb along her bottom lip. He thought about getting Thom to heal her bit lip in a few hours when he woke up, but then again, maybe she'd learn her lesson better if he left her in a little bit of pain. He also knew Thom could make a tonic for her aching muscles but decided she would have to live with that too. Standing Scabior walked out of the tent, looking back once as he lifted the flap. He shook his head, she really was a stubborn thing.
He returned to the spot he'd been keeping watch from, glancing around he did a quick assessment of the forest. Everything was as it should be. Sighing he settled down on a tree root and leaned against the trunk. The sky was just starting to become a lighter shade of black. It'd still be a while before the sun was up but morning was on it's way.
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