Drastic Changes of Heart

One

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A/N: Ok, here it is. The Entreri/Drizzt get together story. I know perhaps that I should have written this one first but the idea didn’t come to me until after I wrote ‘Almost Enemies’. I guess the little leprechauns that whisper naughties in my ear have been very, very busy. This story has taken me quite awhile to write. I tried with all of my heart not to make it silly, but it just didn’t turn out that way. Sorry guys.

Please be warned, this has mild-Cattie-Brie bashing in it. I’m sorry but Artemis is not too fond of her.

Don’t get scared, it’ll live up to its rating in time. ^.~

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Entreri’s grip on his large mug of honey mead threatened to shatter the poor substance as he shifted his glare from Jarlaxle to the other drow that had just walked in. There he was, in all his pathetic holy glory, strolling into the inn’s small tavern liked his owned the damn place. Drizzt Do’Urden. The same drow ranger that he had thought he killed two years prior. Yet here he was, very much alive and very, very healthy looking. Perhaps too healthy, the assassin thought. The elf was all smiles to the barkeep, not minding that half of the customers were glancing between him and the other drow that occupied the dimly illuminated room.

He sank lower in his chair slouching and pulling on the brim of his bolero trying to better hide his face. Don’t see me, don’t see me, he chanted over and over inside of his head, taking no pleasure that his dark elf companion was probably picking up on his erratic thoughts. He hunched his shoulders lower and barely suppressed a disappointed groan when the barkeep gestured over to the not-so-happy couple. No doubt he thought that Drizzt and Jarlaxle were buddies. Ignorant prick. It didn’t help matters that the mercenary waved his arms and motioned Drizzt and his friend over to them.

“What in the Nine Hells do you think you are doing, elf!?!” Entreri hissed, wanting more than ever before to put his dagger between Jarlaxle’s shoulder blades.

“Well, you now know that you didn’t kill him, so why not invite him over to have a drink. Besides, don’t you think its time to put your differences behind you?” the elf stated, his white smile almost taking over his face, “It might be fun.”

“No,” the assassin grumbled and took a long drink from his glass mug. That’s when he realized that Drizzt and his female companion was indeed taking up the mercenary’s offer and coming right towards them. What the fuck was her name anyway? Not that it mattered; she was a useless piece of trash if he ever saw one. Always, ‘Drizzt, let’s do this!! Drizzt, let’s do that!!! Drizzt, why must you fight with Entreri again!! Drizzt, does my hair look ok!?’ The thought alone was enough to make him want to break her teeth. On top of all of that, she constantly fawned over him like a love sick whore. Was the ranger so dense that he couldn’t recognize that the stupid woman was smitten with him? From the way he acted around her, he supposed not. Blind as a bat and naïve as a wee school boy. How utterly cute.

That thought almost made him want to gag. More like how utterly disgusting, Entreri growled and came to his feet quickly, trying to make it to the sanctuary that was his room before the ranger made it to the table and noticed that he was there. As if Lady Luck had abandoned him for life, he came face to face with the slightly shorter man as soon as he stood.

Violet eyes widen in shock and nimble hands set themselves on the hilts of his twin scimitars. “Entreri,” the drow said hesitantly as if he was trying to find something else to say.

“Do’Urden,” the assassin said back and then a thought came to him when he realized it was well past time Jarlaxle got a surprise. Entreri reached up and clapped a friendly hand on the ranger’s shoulder, “We should spar sometime. I feel my skills are getting rusty with this old man around,” he stated gesturing toward the sitting mercenary. “If your going to be around for a while that is,” then he forced a smile onto his face, well it wasn’t really that forced. The look on Do’Urden’s face was enough to smile about, “Look me up sometime. It might be fun,” he added as an afterthought before walking upstairs, his mug of honey mead still gripped in a tight fist. Let Jarlaxle chew on that for a bit.

S%S

Bright pinpoints of light filtered in from underneath his eye lids forcing him to wake and face the real world. He denied those patches of sun and groaned, rolling over and taking the blanket with him putting it up over his head to fend off the offending brightness.

“Now who’s the old man?” came the mocking question, “You can’t even get out of bed.”

Entreri stuck a hand out and waved it at the bald elf as if to shoo him away, “Lemme sleep,” his voice slightly muffled by layers of cloth.

“What was with you last night,” huffed the mercenary, “you were acting like you and Do’Urden were life long buddies instead of bitter enemies?”

The human sighed and gave up on his sleep, “Is that not what you wanted? Me to play nice?” he muttered and sat up let the cozy covers fall off of his bare chest, “’It might be fun’ Jarlaxle says. Right. I’d rather suck my own life force out.”

The dark elf blinked, “Is that even possible?”

A looked pasted Entreri’s dark eyes as his gaze shifted to his dagger. “I really don’t know,” he said after a few moments of contemplation.

Jarlaxle smiled, “A dare then?”

The human’s look turned suspicious, “I don’t think so.”

“You don’t trust me!? After all that we’ve been through?” somehow his got his tone to come out as hurtful and betrayed. Then came the smile, “It might be fun?”

Entreri once more waved his hand, “Whatever.”

The drow took that as a yes, “Great! I have just the thing!”

One dark eyebrow rose as if to say that the dark elf had lost his mind.

“You go and hunt Do’Urden down and ask him to spar,” he continued not paying the other man any mind what-so-ever, “Like you suggested last night and then take things slowly. If you get him to trust you, to consider you one of his friends, I’ll leave you be. We can go our separate ways like you are always raving about. If you don’t, you’re stuck with me until the end of your short miserable life.”

“Gee, that sounds ubber fair,” not even a deaf man could have missed the sarcasm in Entreri’s voice.

The bald elf jumped onto the bed and the old springs gave a small squeak, “Great!” he exclaimed, completely missing the point that it really wasn’t so.

TBC...