**SNAPE CROSSOVER WEEK**
c r o s s o v e r . d r a b b l e . two . o f . five
[ ! ] Warnings: contains slash and mentions of hanky-panky. [ ! ]
Severus Snape lived a quiet and fulfilling life at the age shy of forty. He had his house, small but practical, his collection of books, mostly detective novels, and he had his plants, most of them dead. These days he held the esteemed job of being a professor of quite a respected college. The hours were good, the pay was acceptable and the students weren't entirely dreadful.
(A hand suddenly appeared palm down on his book, very annoyed and tired Oxford student looked up to find a grinning blonde man wearing a white t-shirt leaning over his shoulder. Severus noted, with quite some jealousy, that the man was maybe in his mid-twenties and incredibly handsome in a rugged fashion. "I've been watching you", the offending stranger said with a grin. The close heat from the other young man made Severus dizzy. The man smelled like cigarettes, gasoline and .. danger. "My friends call me Ripper and we could need someone like you." ‘We could need someone like you’ - it all started with that.)
After dropping out of Oxford at the age of nineteen, he had, truth be told, lived a rather interesting life.
(The incredible high that came from summoning Eyghon, Philip being the one who had to host him this time. Ripper's hands trailing with experience over Severus' body, kissing him passionately in the shadows. When he came down from the high much later, he had the older boy's head on his lap, the older boy lighting two cigarettes in his mouth and offering the other to Severus with a smirk. "Told you, it's almost better than sex." Severus snorted, took the cigarette, and brushed a lock of hair from Ripper's forehead. He took a deep drag of his cigarette. "Almost", he mused.)
After some rather distressing events, he had, in some words, fled the country. Taking up his studies at Harvard, throwing away his ripped jeans and combat boots, he never really regretted his decision.
("You need to go, Severus! Now!" Ripper's face had taken the same shade as death. "He'll come back! He took Randall! Because of this!", he thrust his arm at the younger boy, showing the mark of Eyghon, "You need to leave, leave NOW!" Grabbing his arm where his own mark was, Severus stumbled backwards almost falling. "I can help, you know I can", Severus breathed. "You're too young, love." Ripper's mouth quirked upwards in a tired smile as he started to push the younger man towards the door. "Ripper, please", Severus whispered frantically. Ripper grabbed his head and pulled him in for a deep kiss before pushing him away, pointing towards the door. "Now, Sev, PLEASE!" The last thing Severus saw before he stumbled out of the door and onto the cold London street, was the look of raw pain and anguish on Ripper's usually striking features.)
Therefore it came as quite the surprise one late morning, still nursing his morning tea when his doorbell rang. Outside stood a man in tweed and glasses, next to a man who could only be an older Ethen Rayne. Severus looked back at the man in tweed. The once rough handsomeness had been traded in for a distinctive elegance that still somehow managed to make Severus breathless. Ripper smiled at him, his eyes filled with emotion. "Severus, he's back." Yes, Severus Snape led a quiet and fulfilling life, and hopefully, he’d continue as such. At least that was what he hoped as he e-mailed his resignation and prepared to once again leave a country he had come to consider home.
