TITLE: What Sapphire Wants
FANDOM: Sapphire & Steel
WORD COUNT: 500
Steel blinked and raised an eyebrow as Sapphire sailed into their bedroom. Over her arm she had what appeared to be a black cloak. However, it was her outfit that made him do a double take. Not only was it not blue, it was very strange looking.
"I'm a witch," she said, in answer to his unspoken question.
He blinked again. "Why?"
"For the Halloween party. The one Jet and I organised. I did tell you about it, Steel."
It was true; she had told him. He had simply chosen to forget about it. After all, it wasn't going to involve him. There were some things even Sapphire couldn't persuade him to do.
"I still don't understand why you wanted a Halloween party. We aren't American; we aren't even entirely human."
"I know, but it'll be fun." He rolled his eyes. "Anyway, I have this for you." She held out the black cloak.
He stared at her. "I'm not coming. I did tell you that."
She smiled; it was the smile that nearly always got her her own way. But not this time; this time Steel was determined. "But everyone's going - even Mercury," she added. "You'll be the only one not there. What will people think if I arrive on my own?"
"You can ask Silver or Gold or Mercury or Diamond or Zinc or even Lead to take you. Any of them will be happy to do so."
"But I want you to come with me. Oh, please, Steel. Please. I promise I'll make it up to you later." She flashed him her innocent-seductive look - the one that was unique to her.
He shook his head. "No."
"Please." She moved nearer to him, so close that he could smell her perfume - that at least was the same.
"Sapphire, I -"
He sighed. "Oh, very well. But I am not dressing up."
"This isn't really dressing up."
"Then what is it?"
"It's a cloak; like the one Dracula wore. I thought if you recreated the look you had at Lord Mullrine's party and just added this cloak and these," she held out a pair of fangs. "Then you'd look . . ." she trailed off and gave him the smile, before kissing his cheek.
He sighed. He knew when he was beaten. "Oh, very well," he said. A second was all it took for his outfit and hair to change and the moustache to appear. "But I draw the line at those," he pointed to the fangs. "I am definitely not -" He made the mistake of looking at her. With a sigh, he held out his hand.
She smiled. "I do love you, Steel." She kissed his cheek.