Night Watch I: Eliza, Ward of Andrew

*Eliza's POV*

I sipped at the cup of water Blasko had brought me and snuck a glance at Pete. He honestly didn't look too put out, nor much worse for the wear, which made me glad, he seemed like an alright guy. Bet he was hung like a horse, too. With a voice that deep, his balls had to be as big as a ram's. I chortled to myself as I looked into my cup of water, catching Pete eyeing me warily out of the corner of my eye. His head had to be, well, at least two full heads higher than mine.

I didn't dare look over at Andrew. I was both touched and mortified that he had required restraints and a gag. I had seen the hurt in his eyes when he saw me cackling at his predicament, and I felt awful about it. I didn't want to make things worse if Blasko was still intent on finding me someone to demonstrate my swordplay against. At this point, Andrew would probably still go ballistic even if Blasko asked me to try my hand against a three year old.

I felt pretty foolish for having been so cocky. I knew it was inevitable that I'd get toothy (at some point), but I felt like the very first day had not exactly been the ideal time. I supposed it was better now, than in the middle of a life or death situation. I wouldn't want my fellow Watchmen freaking out just because an orc had punched me or something... I just hadn't really wanted to cause such a sensational entrance, I could practically feel the energy bubbling around me, people talking, glancing furtively at me. Ugh. Well, fuck.

The Wild Ones were a huge tribe, I should have assumed I would encounter, I guess you could say, more uncommon Fae than in smaller tribes, like fucking Merry Willows. Though, so help me, fuck if Pete didn't look like an ogre hybrid, and I had never, ever, seen or heard of such a thing! He sure was strong. It was hard to translate power, but I think the blow I took to my stomach could have gone through a tree. Luckily, apparently Pete couldn't completely pulverize something as strong as iron, only dent the shit out of it. And, thusly, me. When I was feeling better, we'd definitely have to do that again!

I smiled at Pete, taking another sip of water. Some blood had begun to trickle thickly from just under his scalp, down his forehead, and he was getting a raised, lavender knot. "Pete, you've got a bit of blood on your face, it's going to get in your eye, want me to get it?" Damn, he had a massive brow, you could crack an egg on that thing...

Pete looked at me without malice, curious why I cared. "Sure." He hunkered down, having to scrunch his face more or less against my chest so I had access to his forehead. I wiped it clean with a napkin, moistened from my water, and applied some pressure. I heard him chuckle, the vibrations palpable on my tits. "This is a great view, you should head butt me more often!" I snorted, amused.

I heard a weird gurgling noise, and turned, worried that a forest animal was hurt. Instead, there was Andrew, sputtering and drooling into his gag/rag. When he saw me looking at him, he tried frantically to motion me over with his head, indicating that I should free him, desperation in his eyes.

My heart went out to him. I shrugged and pointed at Blasko (who appeared to be deep in important, leaderly-type thought) with a sympathetic look, then turned away, before my self-restraint gave out. Any longer and I was afraid I'd cave to those cursed, pleading blue eyes!

Pete chuckled. I turned back to him, and saw that, while distracted with Andrew, I had gradually lost my place, and was now dutifully applying pressure to Pete's right eye. Embarrassed, I yanked the napkin back. "Shit, Pete, I'm sorry!"

I fussed with the napkin in my hands. Pete sat up most of the way and patted my hand with his fucking giganto-enormalated one. He knew anything he said, Andrew (and, truthfully, the majority of whosoever of the Night Watch cared to listen) would hear, so he just gave me a sympathetic look that said it was ok, he had seen folks get stupid over Andrew before.

I smiled. I decided I liked Pete. I felt my little extras pop back below my gums and took a big breath, letting it out slowly. Granted, they were nothing like Grampy's, but I was sure I had freaked some people out.

Pete seemed to read my mind. "Relax, that's nothing. Before this, I had only sparred once, when I first got here. By accident, I put a fellow Watchman in a coma for 2 days." My jaw dropped despite myself. "See? Nikki is fine, you have much finer motor control. I just get very, well, almost a sort of momentum that is very difficult to direct in the refined sense."

"Once I'm better patched up, I'd love to train with you, Pete! You're as strong as a dragon, I think we could learn a lot from each other." I was excited. I hadn't anticipated finding anyone that might be able to withstand training with me, realistically.

Pete nodded, though he didn't sound thrilled at the prospect. "Well, not every fuckin' day. We'll see." But a half-smile was hard to hide when he was so enormous... I glanced at Andrew, and his face was even whiter than usual. He looked like he was going to faint, he looked terrified, eyes bugging out in shock, staring agog at the prospect of having to watch Pete and I train, and holding very, very still. My poor warden!

Notes

Poor warden indeed- someone should untie that poor bastard. Andrew's been through enough, really, poor sod.