Boys Will Be Boys

A Highlander / Kindred: the Embraced Crossover



by Rachel Smith



Author's notes: Richie belongs to Rysher, D/P et al.  Sasha & Cash belong

to Aaron Spelling, John Leekley & Mark Rein*Hagen.  Blah, blah, blah.



Many thanks to all my beta readers. :)



/thoughts/

*emphasis*



Richie Ryan: ex-thief and biker extraordinaire.. Mac had given him a

a day off along with a first class ticket to San Francisco, so Richie

jumped at the chance.  All he had to do was deliver some message to some

guy, but he could do that later.  He planned to party all night!



Almost immediately after stepping off the plane, he went to the

nearest Avis to find some wheels.  While he missed his bike, the small

red convertible he'd rented held up to the job admirably.



Never one to hole up in a hotel room during a vacation, Richie set off on

the streets, looking for a party.  Finally he pulled into the parking lot

of a likely looking establishment.. "The Haven."  He could hear the music

coming from inside and decided it was just the place to kick off his

vacation.



~~~



Sasha and Cash weren't getting along.



It started with Sasha's new "boyfriend," a Brujah with an attitude. Cash

was glad he'd been arrested.  He'd had to pull some strings to accomplish

that, considering that Nicky was Kindred - a Brujah to boot, but

nevertheless, he'd gotten it done, and Sasha was furious with him.

Finally he could take no more of her "holier than thou attitude" and

stalked off downstairs to the club.  Sasha followed close behind,

determined to finish their conversation.



"Look!" Cash snapped, spinning around to face her.  "I'm not in the

mood for this!  He's not hurt.  He's not in danger.  He's just in jail,

and frankly, he deserves it.  He can bond with his little flunkies that

were there already.  Just give it a rest, okay?"  Sasha didn't answer.

She just pushed past him angrily and stalked into the Haven.



A young man was walking in the door.  She wouldn't have bothered to

notice him on any other occasion, but Cash was making her angry, and the

young man walking in wasn't that bad looking. /I may even enjoy this../

Sasha smiled seductively and sauntered over him, eyeing him up and down.



"Hello there," she said, in that way only she can.  "You're new in town,

right?  I don't think I recognize you."



"No, uh.. I'm just on vacation.." Richie stuttered as a gorgeous woman

with wild, dark hair started talking to him.  Then he grinned.  Things

were definitely looking up.  First chance he got, he was going to call up

MacLeod  and thank him again.



Sasha returned the grin.  "I'm Sasha," she said.  "Welcome to San

Francisco."



"Richie," he replied deftly.  "Glad to meet you."  And he was glad.

First night in San Francisco, barely off the plane, and he'd already

picked up a woman.  Or been picked up by one.  However, he didn't fail to

notice the fellow motioning angrily at Sasha... No matter.  Richie wasn't

worried.  The other guy  looked kind of like a wimp.



Richie looked back at Sasha, deciding to be truthful with her.  He

pointed discreetly at Cash.  "That guy over there doesn't look too happy

with you."



The smile faded from her lips, and turned into a frown.  "Oh, him,"

she said with obvious disgust.  "Never mind him.  Why don't we go

somewhere more private and get a bite to eat?"



Richie smiled once more.  "Sure."  He escorted her to the door, and

they sped off in the sleek, red car.



"What do you recommend?" Richie inquired as they started down the

street.



"Oh, anywhere is fine with me.. I'm not really hungry.." /For food,/

she added mentally.  Sasha wouldn't really mind nibbling on Richie for a

bit, though.  "If you just want to grab a drink, we can try that coffee

house over there."



Richie pulled over to the side of the road without answering.  "So

where are you staying?" Sasha asked politely.



Richie thought for a second.  "You know, I hadn't really considered

that.  I'm only here until tomorrow.  I hafta deliver a message for a

friend and then I'm out of here.  I guess I was just planning to crash at

a motel."



Sasha raised an eyebrow as they walked into the coffee house.  She

was about to respond when she noticed Cameron on the inside.  "Oh that's

*right!*" she murmured.  She heard Cameron had invested a great deal of

money in the store.  She hoped he didn't spot her.  He didn't approve of

mortals.  He wasn't going to like her being with Richie and more than he

liked her being with Cash.  If he saw her, he'd probably make her leave.

 /I guess he just won't see me, then../



Richie submitted in stunned surprise as Sasha threw him against the

wall and hit him with a hard, wet, passionate kiss.



Out of the corner of her eye she saw Cameron get into his car with

all his escorts and bodyguards and leave.  She smiled as the kiss ended.

"Maybe you should just crash at my place."



He nodded.



~~~





Richie felt consistently more aroused by the second on the drive from the

coffee house.  He was acutely aware of Sasha's hand on his leg. "Take a

left at the next intersection," she instructed.



He could only continue to nod mutely.



~~~





Cash felt really bad.  Sasha didn't deserve to be treated this way.

 He knew he needed to give her a break.  Not only was she so newly

embraced, but to be embraced the way she had been- forcibly.  Between

him, and Zane, and Julian, and Eddie, and Cameron, he couldn't blame her

for being.. the way she was.



He knew he had to apologize, so he jumped on his bike and sped off

towards her house.



~~~





"Sasha--" Richie began.



She shut him up quick.  Sasha ripped his shirt open and began doing

a number of things he didn't think possible.  All Richie could do was

submit, and enjoy it.  And he was enjoying it..



..Until a Gangrel burst through the door.



All Cash had wanted to do was apologize.  He never expected to see

Sasha and the putz doing any number of pleasurable activities he'd always

dreamed of doing with her.  He almost voluntarily began to frenzy, but

then thought the better of it, and tried to control himself.  It was

easier for him because he was younger.  "Sasha," he said controlledly.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?"



"None of your business, Cash!" she snapped.  "Get out of here!"



"I think you should leave," Richie suggested.



"Oh yeah?  I think *you* should leave!"



Richie scowled.  "I believe the lady asked you to leave," he continued

cautiously.



Cash walked over to Richie and pushed him self on to the bed.  "Listen,

pal," he said violently.  "If you so much as *touch* my woman again, I

will *personally* hunt you down and kill you."



Richie looked up at Cash disdainfully.  "First of all, she's not *your*

woman.  And secondly, if you threaten me again, we'll see who gets it!"



"Stop it!" Sasha intervened.  She'd had just about enough of the both of

them.  "I think you *both* should leave."  She didn't know what she'd

been thinking when she'd invited Richie over.  She hardly knew him.

Hell, she didn't even know his last name!  And Cash, with his temper..



"What?" they responded simultaneously.



"You heard me!" she shouted.  "Leave!  Out!  Get!  Scatter!  Away!

Go!  SHOO!!!"  This was followed by a string of expletives she knew, and

quite a few she seemed to make up on the spot.  Sasha was just really

tired of men.  She never knew what they wanted.  *They* never knew what

they wanted.  Moody, uncontrollable, smelly creatures, they were.



Finally Richie and Cash slunk dejectedly from Sasha's loft.  "This is all

your fault," Richie explained as they wandered out of the apartment

building.



"*MY* fault?!"  Cash asked incredulously.  "You don't even *know*

Sasha, and you were ready to sleep with her!"



He turned to look at Cash.  "She seemed pretty ready to sleep with

me too! And *I* wasn't the person who barged in on us and got *me* thrown

out!"  he paused.  "Oh, forget it.  I need a drink."



"You said it, man!" Cash agreed.  Then he, too, paused.  "I'm sorry.

 I just get a little edgy about Sasha sometimes," he apologized.



"It's okay," Richie assured him.  "Why don't we go out and get a

beer or something?  I could definitely use a drink."



"Sounds great.  There's a bar just a little ways from here."



"Excellent.  You want a ride?" Richie asked.



"Naaw, I got my bike here," Cash answered motioning to the

motorcycle across the street.



Richie gawked at Cash's wheels.  He could only *dream* of owning

such a bike.  "Man, where the hell did you get *this?*"



Cash smiled.  "You into bikes?"



"Oh, you have no idea!  I was on the Saracen team in Paris until..

um.. something came up, and I had to.. um.. leave," Richie exclaimed.

His opinion of Cash raised a notch.  Perhaps he wasn't such a bad guy

after all. And he seemed to have excellent taste in motorcycles.  And in

women.



"You're shittin' me, right?  You were in Paris?  And you were on the

Saracen team?" Cash asked skeptically.



"It's the truth!" Richie insisted.  "But something, um, you know,

something happened and I had to bail."



Cash raised an eyebrow, but didn't say another word about it.  "Well

anyways, how about that beer?"



Richie nodded in agreement for the umpteenth time that night. "Sure,

right."  And then as they entered the bar.  "Can I buy you anything?"



Cash raised another eyebrow.  He knew he'd just seen this man practically

in bed with Sasha, but.. "You're not coming on to me, are you?" he asked

cautiously.



Richie snorted.  "You're not really my type," he said drily.



Cash grinned and bought a round of beers.



~~~



By the time they were done, both Cash and Richie were mind-numbingly

drunk.  Each had thought they'd out-drink the other, but in truth, they

were pretty evenly matched.  "I think you fellars have had just about

enough," drawled the bartender, after Richie stumbled back from the

restroom, again.



"No, siiiiiir," Cash tried to say, his speech slurring slightly.



"Naw, come on buddy," Richie warbled.  "Let's go f-f-find a party

somewhere.."



"Absolutely!" Cash shouted happily.



"You know what?" Richie asked as they drunkenly wandered into the street.

 Before waiting for a response, he continued.  "I think that *you're* too

drunk to drive home," he said poking Cash in the chest.



"Oh yeah, tough guy?  You know what I think?  I think *you're* too

drunk to drive home," and then he poked Richie in the chest.



They both started giggling madly.  "Well," Richie said between fits

of laughter.  "It doesn't matter whether *I* get drunk," he explained.

He snickered for a moment longer before admitting.  "Because *I* am

immortal, and *I* will recover!"



They wandered a bit further and ended up in an alley somewhere behind

the bar.  Cash lost his footing for a moment and grabbed onto Richie, so

they in the middle of the alley-way, collapsing in human-shaped lumps of

hysteria.  "Yeah!  Well *I'm* a vampire!" Cash said.  "So *there!*"



With that, both gentleman collapsed, unable to speak.  And then they

passed out.



~~~



The morning came far too soon for an immortal and a Gangrel.



Cash winced at the sunlight, and scrambed underneath a tree for shade.

He, of course, didn't have a hangover from the night before, and

neither had Richie, but he was too intent on getting out of the sunlight

to notice.



Richie squinted over at Cash.  For once he was grateful for his

immortality.  Hangovers lasted seconds, if that long.  "A little

sensitive to the sunlight, are we?" Richie asked good naturedly.  He

mistakenly believed that Cash was drawing into the shade because he was

hung over.  He remembered bits and pieces of the night before, but

nothing substantial.  He vaguely recalled Cash saying something about

vampires, but that was so ridiculous that Richie knew he must have

imagined it.   "Dude, you don't look so good!" Richie said, a little bit

concerned.



"Don't worry about it, man.  I'll be all right later.  I hafta go

anyway," Cash said, before walking away quickly.



"Hey!" Richie shouted, before Cash got too far out of earshot.  "If

your ever in Seacouver, you look me up, okay?"



"Will do!  If you're ever back in San Francisco..well, you know where to

find me.."



"Hey, well, then I'll see you around.." Richie started to say.  But

Cash was already gone.



THE END