Disclaimer: World of Warcraft is copyright Blizzard Entertainment 2005. In fact, so is anything else that doesn’t look like it was invented by me. Gelles is my level 60 Paladin on Thorium Brotherhood. Gelki/Mnemosyne is my mage and Aoni is my other paladin. Please don’t sue me.

This story is rated R for swearing, violence and sexual references

Stand Alone

A World of Warcraft fanfic

By Kristin Renee Taylor

Interlude – Stamina Rose

Gelki was in the closest approximation of heaven that she could possibly think of: relaxing on a chaise lounge and surrounded by a score of hot, nubile, bare-chested young men.

"More grapes, Mistress?" asked a red-haired blood elf with quite the attractive goatee.

"Mmmm, yes, please." Gelki accepted the pro-offered grape with a smile and a quick lick of the blood elf's fingers.

"More air, Mistress?" asked a particularly well-built dark-skinned human holding a fan.

She smiled brightly. "Why yes."

As the man fanned her more, she leaned back with a happy sigh. This was the life. Everything was beautiful.

"Mnemosyne?"

Everything was perfect.

"Mnem... are you awake?"

Everything was... was....

"Mnemmmmmm, wake up!"

-Everything was going to die.

Glowing green eyes snapped open, swirling instantly to black. Mnemosyne sat upright and shrieked "WHAT THE HELL-!" The rest of this impending wrath was choked off as the blonde blood elf standing by the mage's bed abruptly tackled her back to the pillows with a painfully tight hug around her neck.

"Yay!" Aoni squealed in delight. "I knew you'd be here!" And she kissed Mnemosyne soundly on the lips.

Mnem flailed her arms for several airless seconds before finally managing to get a good grip on the blonde's chest. She shoved, toppling Aoni off the bed and onto the floor. She leaned over, panting. "What the hells do you want?"

Aoni didn't seem to put out by her violent eviction from the bed. She stretched out, grinning smarmily up at Mnemosyne. "Hi."

Mnem climbed out of bed, grabbed the blood knight's arm, stalked over to the door, threw the elf out, and slammed the door shut. She set every ward she could think of. She stalked back to bed. Climbed in. Rolled over.

Where was she?

Oh yes. The oh-so-sexy troll was about to give her a foot rub. A wicked little leer crossed the mage's face as she closed her eyes.

Seconds later, she felt heat and naked boobs pressing against her back, and her eyes shot open again. With slow dread, she turned to look over her shoulder.

"Hi," Aoni said. The blood knight smiled cheerily. She was completely naked.

Mnem stared. "How the hell do you keep getting back IN HERE?!" And she shoved the blonde back out of the bed again.

Aoni lay there for a moment. "So I take it you're not happy to see me?"

"GET OUT!"

"But I'm booooored."

"Do I look like I care? Here! Allow me to show you how much I care!" And Mnem rolled over yet again in an attempt to return to sleep. How, out of an entire society founded on being morally ambigious and narcissistic, she had come across the single perkiest... individual on the planet was either a mystery or some kind of divine punishment. She hadn't really decided yet.

"You're no fun."

Mnemosyne's answer to this charge was a rather unladylike grunt. "Go play with your other friends, woman."

"But my other friends are so DULL! All they ever want to talk about is mana or boyfriends or backstabbing peers. It just makes me wanna scream!"

"I know the feeling," Mnem muttered.

"So that's why I came to visit my FAVORITE mage in the whole wide world!" Aoni bounced back onto the bed and grinned far too happily down at Mnemosyne.

Mnem heaved a pillow over her head. "Why the hells am I friends with you?" She growled.

Aoni showed her.

Several minutes later, Mnemosyne sighed. "Well, it's not like I'll have that dream again anyway."

"Mmmrrf?"

"Nothing. Get back to work."

End – Stamina Rose