For you two (TFATF/XXX-Crossover)

"Dana? You're home?"


A way too loud voice woke me from my dreams. Michael.

Ow... ow... owowowow... I thought while shifting in the bed. Damn, I was hurting. Again. It took me a short moment to remember from what, but when I did, one thing, too, was clear: No way Michael would get to know about this.

Which, of course, included not seeing me naked right now.


"Up here in the bedroom." I shouted through the house. "Why the hell are you making so much noise?"


A head - Michael's head - looked through the door.


"Just wanted to check if you're there and okay, that's all." He said.

"Yeah, I'm okay and there and sleepy, so leave!" I grumbled, pulling the coverlet up to my neck. I had no idea what my body looked like, but from the way I felt it had to look like a battlefield. Not necessarily something he needed to see.

"Yeah, we're leaving... with you." Vince added, also sticking his head through the half opened door.

"Can't spend all day in bed, you know?" Brian grinned behind him.

"All day?" I asked. I couldn't have slept more than a few hours... from the feeling of it, more like a few minutes.

"Well, it's three in the afternoon." Michael commented dryly.


Three in the afternoon. Just great, I thought, and knew there was no way to get rid off the three without getting up.


"Well, then move your asses out of my bedroom so that I can get dressed!" I said.

Brian and Vince shrugged and turned to leave, but Michael was hesitant.

"You don't look good. Need help?"

"No, I don't." I lied.

"Oh yes, you do." He said and came closer.

"Michael..." I warned. "Don't. Please."


Too late and probably useless anyway. He grabbed the coverlet and pulled. Only enough to see my shoulders and arms, but definitely enough for him.


"What the hell did you do?" He shouted at me, just resulting in the other two jumping back into the room and staring at me, too.

"Fell down the stairs." I mumbled. That went just great, I thought.

"Stairs. Sure." He laughed unhappy and grabbed my arms. "Damn! Vince, turn on the lights."

"Don't..." I tried, but, again, too late. I noticed Brian wincing at my sight.

"You're... bruised, scratched, bitten... and..." Michael growled, exploring my arms and shoulders. "What does the rest of you look like? Damn, I'll kill him."

"Kill who?" I asked extraordinary dumb.

"Xander, who else?" Vince growled. "I'll help with that. No way Dom would have done this to you. And if it had been anyone else, you wouldn't deny it. You're aware that you're protecting someone who abused you, and terribly so?"

"Did any of you have the idea that I might have asked him to do that?" I said slowly, looking from one to the other.

"Ask? For what? To make you look like... this?" Michael sounded close to losing his mind. "Look at you, Dana! Look at yourself! There's not one part of you that's not bruised!"

"Oh, I guess my face is?" I snapped. It was really just guessing. Hoping, in fact.

"Not really." Brian said calm, having me staring at him. Damn, I thought, not my face...


Suppressing a wince I wrapped myself into the blanket, dragged myself over to the bathroom and looked into the mirror.


No way, I thought, that's not me. Can't be me.


My lips were bruised blue and red, I had teethmarks on my temple and really, really dark circles around my eyes. My neck and shoulders were a mess, almost screaming for medical attention, and my upper arms looked as if they had been grabbed by steel clamps for quite some time.


And I couldn't help but smile proud at that sight. Could almost feel Xander's hands all over my body again, his voice whispering into my ear.

That's what I had asked for, that was what I got. I could have stopped it and didn't because I enjoyed it.


I still smiled when I turned to face the three men who were standing in the bathroom door, staring at me in complete shock.


"Just because you couldn't do that doesn't mean that I wouldn't like it." I said calm and smiling. "Now would the three of you get the fuck out of my bathroom so that I can get dressed? Enjoy the Sesame Street on television if what you see here is not to your liking."


Just to make a point I released the blanket, felt it pooling around my feet and kept smiling at them, whose eyes grew bigger and bigger.


"Out with you now, or I swear I'll use the cold shower to make you go!" I shouted. "And if that shouldn't make you leave, I'll make you look worse than myself!"


Vince was the first who seemed to wake up from their shared trance. He glared at me, shook his head and pulled the other two back with him. Then he stuck his head back in.

"Get dressed. We're waiting." He growled.

"Whatever." I replied and slammed the door shut.


Those three waiting for me were not what I needed right now, but I was aware that I wouldn't be able to get rid of them.


Ten minutes, a bit of makeup, a turtle neck sweater and one pair of jeans later I stepped into the living room where they were sitting on the couch.


"What do I have to do to get those annoyed looks out of your faces?" I asked.

"Well, telling us where Xander and Dom are would be a good start." Brian growled while Michael just passed me by and walked into the bedroom; I assumed he wanted to go to the bathroom.

"I have so no idea, Brian; I'm not babysitting them, you know?" I replied, grabbed the Coke that stood on the table and took a sip. "They're both grown up, they know what they're doing."

"I doubt that." Vince replied. "After what I've seen this morning I seriously doubt that one of them knows what he's doing."

"Hello?" I asked unnerved. "I told you that I asked him to do that, so what do you want?"

"I'll say it with simple words, Dana, so that even someone as blonde as you should understand it." He spat. "A man who does something like this with a woman is crazy. A woman who asks for something like this is totally nuts. Both combined are a case for a psychiatrist."

"Well, Vince, the SM community will not exactly praise or love you for that statement, you know?" I couldn't help but grin.


"You," Michael's voice came from behind me, "are nuts, Dana. You need help. And we'll give it to you. You'll thank us one day, really."

With those words he pushed me through the living room towards the stairs; the other two followed.

"You'll come with us now and you'll stay with us until that sick son of a bitch has gone, you got that?"


Damn, I had never heard Michael talk as determined and dominant as at that moment.


"I'll not look on seeing something happen like back then again." He growled. "And don't tell me that back then was different. This here is abuse, that back then was abuse. You're clearly out of your mind and you'll stay at my house until you've come to your senses again."


"What do you think you're doing, Michael? Want to kidnap me?" I laughed.

"Yeah, if that's what it takes."

"You do remember how I react if I'm kidnapped?"

"This time you won't be locked in a trailer. This time we'll take care that you don't escape." Vince said. "Now get out of the house and into that fucking car or I'll personally give you more bruises, I swear it!"


I needed a plan, but I didn't have one. For the moment it would be better to just do what they said, they meant good and who could blame them?

I noticed that Michael hadn't seen the bathroom; he was carrying a bag with my clothes over his shoulder; had used the time to pack some things. Good old Michael, always so caring. So unnerving caring.


I didn't panic the slightest bit. Dom and Xander knew where Michael was living, and I knew that both were clever enough to figure out where I was if I wasn't at my own home.

Sighing I gave in and drove away with Michael, Vince and Brian; not without secretly snatching my cellphone from the table in the hallway and safely tucking it into my sleeve. I had no number to reach Dom or Xander, but I knew that Dom had mine.


They indeed dared to lock me into the room that was right under the roof. A guestroom, fully furnished, with a small window. And a now locked door. I hated it with passion, but couldn't do anything against it except of watching boring gameshows on TV all day long.

The three tried their best. One of them was always with me; trying to entertain me, to 'talk sense' into me. Only the fact that the bruises still made me feel as if I had Xander's hands all over me gave me the patience to deal with this.

And they tried to stuff me with food. Some I ate, some I hid under the bed's mattress just to give them the illusion that I could really eat like a rhinoceros.

In short terms, they unnerved me to no end and I knew that my patience wouldn't last much longer.


By the evening I talked to Michael.


"Listen," I said as calm as I possibly could, "I know you don't understand this. I am aware that you don't like this. But Michael, I want to go, and I want to go now or I'll scream until someone in the neighborhood calls the police. Then I'll explain that I got those bruises from you, just so that I can go. I love you, and I know that you love me, but you have to let me go. Did I make myself clear?"


He stared at me for a long minute.


"You've changed." He finally said. "And I don't know if I like to what you're changing, Dana. But be it, I'll let you go - under one condition."

"Just tell me?" I shrugged.

"I'll come with you. I'll sleep on the couch, but I will come with you. I don't need the other two around, but I will watch you. And I definitely want to talk to Xander as soon as he shows up."


That was something I could live with. Sleeping in my own house seemed much better to me, and fleeing from my own house was by all means simpler than fleeing from here. If I needed to, that was.


"When can we go?" I just asked.

"Right now." He said.


He prepared a bath for me at my home, scrubbed my back. That was unbelievable good, I had to admit; not aloud, though.

While I was still bathing he had obviously changed the sheets of the bed. Damn, that man was too good to me.

Just that he wasn't - wasn't at all - what I wanted. What I wanted had left blue fingerprints on my arms; and that was something he didn't understand at all.

Michael really slept on the couch; I almost couldn't believe it. It didn't take me long to fall asleep in the bed this time.

"Hey baby." A soft voice from the bedside woke me from my dreams some time later.

"Hmmm?" I murmured sleepy.

Someone took my hand, squeezed it, stroked over my palm, tickling me a bit.

"Wake up." The voice said.

"Tired...." I protested still half asleep.

"You're not that tired." The same voice chuckled from somewhere behind me; breathing into my neck.

Okay, unless that voice could change its position at the speed of light, there were two men with me in the bedroom now; and as the voice had been the same in both cases, there was just one possibility who those two could be.

I honestly thought I was still dreaming.