Author: Cateye78239 PM
Cassandra Frasier has come a long way from the scared little girl SG1 found on Hanka seven years ago. Now she is going to Berkley and is the lead singer of her own band, and everythings seems to be going find intill she meets the Immortal, Richie Ryan.Rated: Fiction M - English - Romance/Mystery - Cassandra F. - Chapters: 2 - Words: 6,710 - Reviews: 2 - Favs: 1 - Follows: 2 - Updated: 07-28-06 - Published: 07-26-06 - id: 3068721
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By Cateye - Stargate/Highlander Crossover Novel
WARNINGS: If for some reason(And there are many) that unbeta material offends you in anyway, please do yourself a favor and read another a story. You'll lose less hair that way. Everything ahead a time is spellchecked,and proofread yet if somehow there are some typos, please excuse them. Oh, and flames WILL be used to light my cauldron!
CATEGORY: Cassandra Frasier/Richie Ryan Paring. (Supernatural Romance), AU, Angst, & Action Adventure
SPOILERS: ArchAngel (Uh...Richie did not die. It was just a illusion by the Demon to make Duncan made.) Jack & Sam are married, they have a couple of kids, and Jarod and Miss Parker are also married with kids. Daniel is married to BTVS's Faith (See the book Diablo for details.) Teal'c is engaged to Dr. Gwendoly Montegut (oc) for the last year, while Janet just got married to Gabe Marshall (See the book Redemption's Child for details).
TIME FRAME: Sixth Story in the Ties that Bind Series
SUMMARY:Cassandra Frasier is far different than the scared little girl that SG-1 found on Hanka eight years ago. Instead of going to Medical school like she planned, she's Now a budding new star touring with her own band! So when one night after a performance she meets and befriends the wayward immortal Richie Ryan she couldn't help but fall in love with dashingly young man. Yet it all goes to hell, when a avenging head hunter kidnaps Cassie to use her as bait for a plot for Richie's head, and she finds herself knee deep in a underworld of immortals, and sword fights, but that's the least her problems when she finds out her own destiny at the end of the Head Hunter's sword! Can Richie save Cassie before it's too late? Can their relationship survive both of their deceptions?
A/N: For those who are wondering what's going on. All of my books are being written out of order. For the most part you really don't have to read my other books to figure anything out of this book.
The Budding Rock Star and The Immortal Biker.
(Or how to hide your secret identity from your Date in ten easy ways.)
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July 17, 2010
It was a beautiful, but a hot summer day in Oakland. The temperature was well over 90, and for a time most residents of the bustling city were put under a water restriction to their collective annoyance. While most people were trying to stay inside in the safety of their air condition houses. One man was unfortunately outside looking at the dismal state of his two door garage that was connected to his equally charming, but quaint little three room, two bath house, that he had just bought. The man himself wished he never came up with the bright idea to move. Moving always sucked, and he rather be inside on his nice comfy, but equally new suede couch, drinking a beer, and watching 'Sport's Center'.
"Are you going to to just stand there, are you going to help me with these boxes?" asked a aching familiar voice from behind him.
He quickly turned around and slowly took in the state of the of the woman in front of him. Her long legs encased in jeans that molded to her body like a second skin, her white UC-Berkley tank top also tight against her bosom, her lovely face scrunched up in mock annoyance, while her hazel eyes sparkled with the contradictory gleam of amusement, while carrying two medium sized brown boxes, somewhat struggling with the added weigh, and to top off the look was her stylish dark red, almost black hair that was now held up by one of those funny looking hair clips that most girls use.
"Like what you see, dofus?" she quipped at him.
"Differently."he replied as he took one of the boxes out of her hand and started back up the drive way into the garage.
"Hopeless, absolutely Hopeless." she said as shook her at him and she followed him.
The man looked back at her gave her a quick smirk, his own blue eyes shining just as brightly as the woman's. Before he turned back and deposited the boxes on the floor, as he began his trek back to the moving truck he passed her, smacking her lightly on the ass on the way. His righteous smirk grew wider as he heard the indignant "Hey!" coming from his significant other.
He climbed on to the back of the bright orange and white U-Haul truck and gathered a somewhat large box that pushed towards the end of the truck. He adjusted his arms to the weight and climbed down the truck with a fluid ease, and headed back to the garage. He couldn't help the brilliant smile as he came a upon a sight that brought all too familiar ache in his groin. His Partner was bent underneath the worktable in the garage, obliviously retrieving something that might of fell underneath it. Her firm ass up in the air, making his mind swirl with thousand fanasty all in under a minute.
"You might get some work done if you stop looking at my ass." said the woman. Her voice muffled.
He stop suddenly, and was about to retort, when the next minute he abruptly found himself flat on his back, the contents of the box laying all around him. He bit down at nasty curse at his own clumsinesses.
His Partner who was now moments later looking down at him, her own muffled giggles at the sight he must of made. He just narrowed his eyes at her as she offered him a hand up.
"That was NOT funny, Cassandra Frasier!"
"Oh, but it was...Mr. Ryan." she quipped back. As she helped him up from his fall.
Then Cassie looked down at the mess and shook her head. "For a bad ass Immortal you can sure be clumsy."
"Ha, Ha." Richie looked down at the mess, and with a sigh he bent down and began to replace the contents of the back in the box. Suddenly, his eyes came across spilled envelop of pictures. He carefully picked them up, and started to sort through them. A surprised gasp filtered through his mouth.
Cassie looked up from and gave him an inquiring look, and walked over to him. "What do we have here?"
Richie looked up and passed the photos over to her. She sifted through, and she gave her own startled gasp.
"Omigod, Richie do you know what this is?"
He stood up, and brush some of the dust off his own blue jeans, and put a arm around her waist, his head resting on her shoulder as he looked at the photos. Her hands suddenly froze as she looked at photo that she never seen before. It was both her and Richie, sitting on the edge familiar stage of The Caspians Nightclub. She was holding on her pink electric guitar that Daniel had given her 16th birthday, her hands playing some long forgotten cord on the strings. Her hair was cut just above the shoulders, in a cut that she had saw Drew Barrymore wear at some award show. Her hair color was still deep red auburn-a color her best friend Jojo Kurashiki said would look perfect for her slightly tan complection. She was dressed in a tight red t-shirt, and black leather jeans. Beside her, sat Richie, looking over her shoulder. One of his arms draped over her shoulders, while the other was firmly over her waist. A secretive smile gracing his lips as he held her.
It was a perfect picture. Picture that captured how it began for them 5 years ago.
"I bet it was Jojo who took this. It would be just like her." Cassie absently commented.
"Probably, the picture is just a little too mushy for any of my friends to take, but you know what?-I think this picture needs to be framed." stated Richie, his eyes a little bit glazed in memories of the past.
"What?" he asked as he kissed the nape of her neck, which got a distracted moan, and a playful slap on the chest from Cassie.
"I think that would perfect for Sam's website that she's building."
He quirked an eyebrow at her that reminded her very large Uncle Teal'c back in the Springs.
"You know the website she making about the family, you know the one she been ranting and raving about since last Christmas."
Cassie bite back a smile as she could almost see the light bulb light up over his head.
"Oh, that one." He looked at the pictured and studied it for a second before he nodded in agreement. "Yeah that would be perfect."
"God I can't believe it's been already been five years."
"Time flies when you're having fun." he quipped.
She rolled her eyes at him, and sighed. " I remember the first time we met."
" I seem to remember it started with you checking out my ass as usual!" she announced in mock reprimand .
"But You have a very nice ass--"
She rolled her eyes at him, and ignored the comment. "I think it was the Fall of 05...
Soundtrack for this Chapter:
'Why Can't Be Friends?' Artist Unknown.
'Sunrise.' Norah Jones
'Hudson City Nights' Kim Waters
'Get it Right' Luther Vandross
'Fell in love with a boy.' Joss Stone
Chapter One: An Ordinary Day.
5 ½ Years Earlier...
Cassandra Frasier woke up to the shrill sound of her telephone ringing. She groaned, and pushed herself deeper underneath the covers. Hoping against hope that the annoying ringing would shut up and leave her to her much needed rest. And for a brief moment she thought her prayers were answered, when she heard the deafing silence, and gave a sigh of relief--just before the nagging telephone rang again. She cursed something unladylike like in her native language, and answered the phone.
"Hello Mom." she said in a curt voice, not even trying to pretend that she didn't know who was on the other side of the phone.
There was silence on the other end of the line for a second before her mother regained her composure.
"How did you know it was me?"
Cassandra Sighed, pulled herself from underneath the covers and into a sitting position against her wooden head board.
"You have the most Persitant ring I know." she quipped. She knew that her mother was rolling her eyes at her in the Springs.
"So what's up Mom?" Cassie prompted.
She heard a her mother sigh. "Nothing is up. I just wanted to--"
"Check up on me, and see if I was okay. Mom I'm fine." she interrupted.
" I know, but I worry about you, and you're so far away."
" How many times are going to have this conversation, Mom? I can take care of myself. I been doing fine for the three years on my own. Besides I'm at Your alma mater."
" And you know I'm proud of you for getting accepted into Berkeley."
" I just--"
"Mom, I miss you too." Cassie said, herself just a little chocked up. She did miss her mother, and her Aunts and Uncles. She inwardly saw the faces of her Mom, Jack, Sam, Mel, Jarod, Uncle Daniel, his wife Faith, Jonas, Paige, Teal'c, and his long time girl friend Gwen. She shook her head as she thought of them. They were the most unlikely couple, but they were good for each other. Then she thought of Jonas, who she playfully adopted her as one of her many Uncles. Who had funnily enough was more like a big brother than an Uncle, and his new Wife Paige. Then there was of course, Jack, Sam, Mel, and Jarod. Those four had become really become really close. She remembered there was a time that she thought that would be a problem with the rest of SG-1, but they firmly told them that just because they have new friends, they would never replace Teal'c and Daniel in their hearts. And after that, The Pretender, and his former huntress was welcomed into their eccentric family. Suddenly, her mind went over to Gabe Marshall. The tall, not to mention good looking cowboy that Mom had married six months ago. They hadn't really gotten to a good start at first, both of them snapping at each other, and then towards the end of her Christmas Vacation they had come to a truce.
All in all, Christmas had been a real en lighting experience.
"Cassie, you still there?"
She blinked out her musings, and smiled. "Yeah Mom, I'm still here."
"Is there anything that you would like me to send?"
"Nah, Mom. I'm alright, but thanks anyway."
"Okay. Well I have to go back to work. Talk to you later, sweetheart."
"Okay. Love you."
"Love you too, bye." And with that her mother hung up, and she felt the bittersweet sting of homesickness. Apart of her wished that she was still back home in the Springs, yet she looked around her dorm that she now called home and gave a sardonic smile. This was her home now. Her eyes came to the alarm clock that blinked the time of 8:55. She swore underneath her breath, and scrambled out her bed. And with the knowledge that her Biology class started in a hour, and headed to the bathroom, to get ready for the start of a new day.
Meanwhile across town, Richie Ryan shook his head as he came stepped out on the curve of Oakland International, not really paying attention to the hustle and bustle of the busy airport. He breathed in the Californian air and let coat his lungs. He was home. And that little fact had made his long plane ride from Paris bearable. "I will never do another favor for Mac as long as I live!" he mumbled underneath his breath. He gave a shrill whistle to summon a Taxi. After a brief argument with the driver, Richie and his luggage where on his way to his Loft apartment down in East Oakland.
His mind traveled back to Paris, a place that held so much memories, just as much memories of his home town of Seacouver. He had changed more than he would like to admit from the naive nineteen year old. He was more harder, had more sturdy walls made of hard steel that separate others from his heart. The last ten years being Immortal had been an emotional rollacoaster. He had loss the only mother he had ever known, in Tessa Noel, then his constant bad luck with women, and almost losing his head twice at the head of his teacher, the man that was as much the father of his heart as Tessa was his mother.
So when he turned twenty-one, he had a surprise that literally rocked his world. Tessa, had set up a trust for him in such amount that he wouldn't have to work for at least two lifetimes! Duncan had known, but Tessa last instructions were very specific in not telling him in he was eligible to touch his trust fund. He had money, and he being a simple person didn't have clue what to do with all. Duncan had suggested that he invest it, which after some thought he had took the advice.
A year later, Both Duncan and his watcher, Joseph Dawson had moved to San Fransisco from Paris. Then he got an letter from his old friend Baxter Davis, a friend that he met on his travels and kept in touch over the years-he was selling his Bike Shop in East Oakland. Then he got an asine idea of owning his own business. So after mulling it over in his brain for a couple days, he found that he rather liked the idea, and made an offer to Baxter. And Before he knew what hit him, two months later he had moved into the large Loft apartment above the Bike Shop.
For the first time in his life, he felt that his life was finally Okay. It was finally have the life that he deserved. He had great friends, more money that he could shake a stick at, a business that was both rewarding and challenging to his mechanical mind. He had ever thing he ever wanted---
"Hey buddy, this your stop!" announced the Taxi Driver.
Richie snapped out his revive with a sigh, gathered his bags, and stood out on the side walk looking at the brick building that was both his business and his home. He walked up to the door, and punched in the keys to the high tech security system that Amanda had ever so gracefully over saw herself.
He passed by the reception's desk, pass the large garage and into the adjacent stairs that led up to his Loft. He drop his bags, took off his Jacket. And headed to the bathroom for a much needed shower. He was very glad to be home.
"You are so late, girlfriend." said the cheerful voice of her best friend, Josephine 'Jojo' Kurashiki, as Cassandra dumped herself into a folding chair at her favorite side walk cafe, La Mode.
Cassie swiped her bangs out of her face, and gave a strained smile.
"Sorry, traffic was a bitch."
"Don't I know it." replied Jojo as she gave her friend an indulgent smile.
"So how was your music theory class?"
"Boring as usual. Mr. Dewey can put anyone asleep with his voice. Luckily, I don't have to stay awake to pass that class. So how about you?"
"Well I naturally going to pass Biology, but I don't think I'm doing as well in my Pharmacology class, although I should pass with C."
"Well at least your passing, that's something. Personally I don't know how you find to work part time, go to school, and then that other project of ours." she said the last words with a mischievous smirk on her face.
Cassie was about to retort to her friend, when the handsome male waiter came up to their table to take both women's orders. Jojo as always was flirting with him, and Cassie couldn't help but shake her head in Pity for the poor fellow. Jojo is what her mother would describe as 'Man crazy'. She went through dates, like most women went through shoes.
And as usual, most men were sucked into her lovely face, framed by her almond shaped eyes, and her petite height told instantly of her half Japanese heritage. Although her skin color was a honey brown that was clear indicator that she also had some African American roots. She had the looks to be a model, but Jojo, since the moment she was put in front of instrument at four years old, she had the talent for music, it was one the reasons she was studying at California College of the Arts or CCA.
Cassie snapped out her thoughts, as she realized that the waiter had left them alone finally.
" So did you get his number?" the redhead asked, although she already knew the answer.
"Of course! Are insulating that I have lost my touch?"
"Nope, Just asking. So do you have to work tonight shift?" asked Cassie as she calmed her friend.
Jojo titled her head in thought as she went over work schedule in her mind. Then a crinkle of annoyance crept on the raven haired beauty's brow.
"Damn! Yeah I do, but if memory serves me right, so do you."
Cassandra looked at her friend, and sighed. She really didn't want to go to work tonight at Caspains. The local nightclub that she had a job as a waitress. She took it right after she turned twenty-one, a couple of months ago. It was one of the little things she intentally forgot to mention to her overprotective mother, uncles, and aunts.
She didn't want them snooping into her business, she was adult and she could make her own decisions, and she didn't want to be reprimanded like some child, but most of all she didn't want the look of disappointment on their faces. All of them expected so much more out of her that she feared she could deliver at times. And she loathe to see the disappointment in their faces if they knew half of the stuff that she was into while she was away at college.
"So girl, My boyfriend Charlie has a friend that would perfect for you!"
" Don't even think about. I do not want be set up on another blind date."
" Don't even think about. I do not want be set up on another blind date." said Richie Ryan as he looked at his good friend, and best mechanic (Under him of course) Bill Edwards, as he tried to manipulate him into a another blind date. He rather be finishing his work on the books, than having this (in his opinion) unneeded conversation with Bill.
The Californian blonde had the nerve to look insulted as he leaned in the door way of Richie office.
" I know that last one was, well..."
"The women threw up on me, right after she had a bottle of tequila!"
"Okay so maybe that one was bad, but all of blind dates aren't like that, man."
Richie narrowed his eyes, and reframed taking out rapier sword that he carried and running his best (mortal) friend with it in frustration. Bill was always trying to set him up. Bill was a card carrying Player with Capital P. He went through women like most men went through underwear, and the most annoying thing about him was he could literally get away with anything with a wink and his most, bright, disarming smile. It was freaking embrassing to Richie that both of his best friends, Duncan Macleod, and Bill Edwards were both such experienced lady killer's. While he was scraping of the bottom of the dating pool. Life really sucked sometimes!
"You have to be kidding, Bill. The last after one had the brain of peanut."
"Richie, my man...I can't believe you ditch that hottie! She was perfect for a good time!"
"Yeah and nothing else." muttered Richie. He was so tired of that kind of relationship. One night stands left him feeling empty and old. Older than his twenty five years. He had everything that he wanted, and he found that more people were after his money or a quick screw. He realized a long time ago he wanted what Mac had with Tessa, even with the consequences of losing that. To have at least one moment of what they had together than to wander eternity feeling like apart himself was incomplete.
"You know I'm gonna continue bug you to go intill you agree, man." said his best friend. The man's blue eyes glinted with determination, that he had a feeling that he will once again be in the steely grips of another blind date.
"Yah, I know." replied Richie as he rubbed his face with his hands and sighed in resignation. "But at least let me put up some illusion of fight."
"So you'll go?"
"Yeah. Where and when?"
" Friday at Eight. The Caspains."
Another forlonged sigh came from his lips. He had a feeling that he was going to regret this.
'God is a DJ' Pink
'Steve McQueen' Sheryl Crow
'Life for Rent' Dido
'Your Face'. Sam Salter
"Nights in Harlem'. Luther Vandross.