CHAPTER FOUR
When Worlds Collide
"Is anyone going to get that?!" shouted the doctor from the library next to the front door where someone was incessantly knocking. "Riff-Raff? Magenta?!
"What does it take to find good help these days!"

He put down his book, The Valley of the Dolls, and adjusted his black lace robe as he sauntered out of the room to the door.

Dr. Frank N. Furter was hoping for a nice quiet evening at home, having just ended a four week long party-er, rather CONVENTION with thirty of his closest friends. His head still reeled from the drugs, booze and...*ahem* FUN, he and the Unconventional Conventionists had together.

When he opened the door, the doctor found himself re-evaluating his current physical state, being confronted as he was with a hunkahunkaburnin' beefcake wrapped oh so firmly in leather, an intoxicating blonde bombshell with the looks of an innocent (but he was sure of the devil within), and a butch-looking leather-clad warrior babe with eyes of steel and the gaze to match.

"G-G-Good evening...may I help you?" asked the doctor, stumbling over himself like a virgin with an urge in a frat house.

The blonde spoke for the three of them. "My name's Gabrielle. This is Ares and she is Xena.
"May we come in out of the rain?"

The doctor smiled lasciviously at Gabrielle. *Nice abs, cute ass...sinful mouth. Mmm, this girl has potential.*

"Yes, of course. My name's Doctor Frank N. Furter, but you can call me Frank," the doctor said. The turned his seductive look onto Ares as Xena gave him a steely gaze and moved closer to Gabrielle. *Point taken, dahling...not accepted, but taken.*

"You can call me yours, tall, dark and Godly," Frank added as he stepped aside to allow his charges entrance to his home. Ares gave the doctor a lopsided smile, having gotten come-on lines from absolutely everyone since he was a Godling.

"Riff-Raff! Magenta!" shouted Frank, obviously irritated at his servants. He turned back to his guests and offered them a polite smile.

"Yes, Master?" replied Riff-Raff as he and his sister stepped off the elevator behind the doctor.

"We have guests. Take their wet clothes and clean them. Then I want you to give them some dinner, then take them to their rooms." The point he was making was crystal clear: separate rooms.

"Shall we feed them the leftover meat loaf?" asked Riff-Raff as they approached the shivering threesome.

"Yes, sure. Whatever." Frank turned to address his guests. "Welcome to my humble home, even if it is just for one evening. I hope you will find everything...pleasurable."

Gabrielle smiled and snuck a glance behind her at the stoic warrior, who was silently warning Magenta away from the bard and her front-laced green top. "Thank you, Frank. We appreciate your generous hospitality."

Frank smiled, inwardly angry that his guests were thwarting his efforts to appraise them before visiting them. *Oh, what the hell...surprises never hurt anyone.*

"Enjoy your dinner. Excuse me for not joining you, but...I already ate and I have other business to attend to.
"Good evening, Gabrielle...Ares...Xena."

Frank turned and went back into his library as his servants, tired of trying to get the guest's wet clothes, took them to their rooms first, so they could get dried off.

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CHAPTER FIVE
Arrangements
"First, we'll take you to your rooms to freshen up," said the sallow, emaciated hunchback. "Just leave your clothes on the bed and we'll get them cleaned up for you
"There're clothes you may wear for the meanwhile in the closets.
"My name's Riff-Raff and this is my sister Magenta."

Riff-Raff opened one room door and motioned Gabrielle inside. "This is your room."

He held out an arm to stop Xena from following her. "Your room is at the end of the hall." The warrior looked at the hunchback, a dangerous glint in her eye.

"But I suppose that if you wanted to stay with her that'd not be a problem," Riff-Raff added, eyeing the sword on her back and the hand near the round killing thing on her belt.

"Hey...what about me?" whined Ares, wanting to be close to his favoured. He was hoping that she and Gabrielle would be in separate rooms so he could surprise Xena later.

"Give him my room at the end of the hall," offered Xena, her tone even, but her eyes flashed in defiance of the WarGod. She knew bloody well what his plans were.

Magenta accompanied the two women into the bedroom as Riff-Raff took Ares to his room.

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"Xena," Gabrielle whispered as she watched Magenta, "I don't really want to get out of these clothes right now...especially with her around."

"I know, but this place is drafty and I don't want you to get sick. I'll deal with her." Xena turned towards the servant who waited for their clothes.

"Listen, we'll dry out and clean off our own clothes, thank you. Why don't you wait outside, or better yet, help your brother get Ares leather pants off?"

Magenta narrowed her eyes at the raven haired warrior and nodded, turning to leave the duo to themselves in peace. Xena could sense that the servant wasn't afraid of her. "Should I not be back by the time you're ready, the dining room is on the first floor. Just walk out of here, take a right, go down in the elevator, then from the elevator go right, through the doors."

Magenta left the women to themselves, knowing full well that her "Master" wasn't going to like the arrangements very much. *Perhaps that woman will teach you a thing or two, Furter,* she thought to herself, allowing a silly grin to cross her face.

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"No, no...thank you. I can do this myself," Ares said to the hunchback as he reached for the belt to the WarGod's tight leather pants.

"Of course. Just put your clothes on your bed and find something in the closet to wear to dinner."

Ares nodded, then lead Riff-Raff out the door. "Tell me something Riff...d'you think there's any possibility of making Xena go to her own room?"

Riff-Raff looked at the WarGod and gave him a lopsided smirk. "You're familiar with the woman...do YOU think it's possible?" With that, the hunchback walked out of the bedroom.

"As long as Gabrielle's around, no," commented Ares to the air around him as he started to take off his clothes.

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"So, what do you think, Xena?" asked the blonde as she modeled her choice of clothing - a pair of white shorts and a white t-shirt. Xena managed to keep her attention focused on the fire in the convenient fireplace in their room as Gabrielle changed.

Xena glanced over at the bard and although the clothes were simple and covered more than what she usually wore, the warrior's breath was taken away. *No matter what she wears, she's gorgeous,* Xena thought, studying the bard.

"Xena? You in there?" Gabrielle asked as she moved closer to the warrior, who knew the heat in her cheeks wasn't from the fire she was near.

"Yeah...sorry. Kinda zoned out there." Xena stood then realized how close she was to the blonde. "What'd you ask?"

Gabrielle stepped away so Xena could get a good look at her. "I said, 'What do you think?'"

Xena allowed herself a warm smile. "You look good, Gabrielle."

The bard was taken aback by the usually stoic warrior's sincerity and smiled. "Thank you, Xena.
"It's your turn. C'mere, lemme get the armour off..."

Xena stepped towards the bard as she took off her gauntlets and grieves. Gabrielle moved under the warrior's arms and reached for the breast dagger. She slowly pulled the small weapon out of its hiding place, careful to not cut Xena and yet not seem eager to relish the inadvertant contact of the bard1s fingers on the sides of Xena's breasts. The warrior closed her eyes, reacting to the powerful presense of the bard and the fingers inside her bodice.

Gabrielle tossed the extracted dagger onto the bed, then reached to undo the shoulder straps of the breastplate as Xena tossed her chakram and sword, still in its scabbard, onto the bed. The blonde felt Xena's blue eyes watching her, but ignored them and the blush that crawled up her cheeks.

"Thank you, Gabrielle," whispered the warrior, taking note of the blush and the slight tremble in the bard's hands as she took away the breastplate and sat by the fire to tend to their clothes.

"Here." Xena tossed her leathers next to Gabrielle, who reflexively turned to look at the warrior. The bard almost got whiplash turning away from Xena's lithe, naked frame in front of the closet.

*Is it hot in here or is it me?* the two women asked themselves.

Xena grabbed a white a-shirt and a pair of white shorts and quickly put them on. Turning around, she found the bard1s eyes already on her. The warrior smiled warmly once more. "And?"

"Nice. Very nice," Gabrielle replied, her heart hammering in her chest.

Xena noted the odd lack of words from the usually wordy bard. She walked over to the fireplace to check on the progress of their clothes. "I think we should take our clothes off the fire for now, let them air dry."

Gabrielle gulped at the teasing closeness of the warrior's body. "Uh...good...good idea." They took their clothes away from the fire and put them on the bed. Xena picked up the breast dagger from the bed and put it in the waistband of her shorts before they left the room for dinner.

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*Not much to choose from,* reflected the naked WarGod as he sifted through the closet for something to wear. Magenta had already come in to check on him, he knew he was running behind for dinner. *Fashionably late,* he corrected himself.

Ares sighed and grabbed a black shirt and black shorts, the shirt a size too small. *Not bad...not leather, but not bad.*

The door behind him opened and closed silently. He would have thought it was Xena if it weren't for the odd footfalls, like heeled boots, on the oriental carpet.

"That shirt looks good on you, Ares."

The WarGod turned around. "Thanks, Frank."

There was an odd silence, something hanging in the air between the two that Ares couldn't quite figure out. "Is something wrong?" he asked.

Frank smiled at him, heavily mascaraed eyes flashing seductively. "No...nothing's wrong," the doctor said, walking towards Ares. He stepped close to the WarGod, putting his hands on the well-muscled chest which didn1t flinch or pull away under his touch.

"I've heard that you hunky Greek God-types are...freaky," said Frank, his lips a hair's breadth from Ares'.

*Eh..what the Hades,* the WarGod thought as he smiled lasciviously at Frank. *He's cute and I need some release...*

Just as Ares took Frank to the bed, Riff-Raff stepped in to check if he was needed.

Ares looked up from his attentions on Frank's neck. "Tell Xena and Gabrielle that I won't be joining them for dinner." Riff-Raff smiled at him and left them in peace.

A plan began to form in the hunchback's mind as he went into Xena and Gabrielle's room and grabbed the sword and chakram from the bed.

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