Chapter VII

It was full dark before Reed stirred in Tiny’s arms.  He had been awake since sundown, content to hold his lover as long as she needed his strength.  He thought about the things he had seen.  He only had vague feelings and impressions; nothing concrete, but enough to give him a distinct feeling of foreboding.  He wondered what had happened and what they could do to fix it.  At Reed’s first movement, he compulsively tightened his hold on her, letting her know he was there.  She stretched then patted his hands before entwining their fingers so he knew how much she appreciated his support.  When she relaxed her body again, she turned in his arms so she was facing him, grateful for the weak moonlight that allowed her to see the barest outline of his strong features.

“We need to get something to eat,” she whispered into the darkness.

Tiny nodded. His stomach had been grumbling furiously since he’d awakened.  He suspected it was what had woken him up in fact so he merely agreed and released Reed as a prelude to sitting up.  He ran his hands through his short hair and stretched, yawning widely before tuning to face his partner.  “And then we’ll talk about what’s going on?”

Reed shook her head.  “No, not yet.  I need some more sleep and I need some time to process what I saw.  I... Tiny, I’m afraid.  What I saw....”  She shook her head and shivered.

Tiny sat up and grimaced.  “That bad?”

“I think so.  I... it was so dark... so cold.  That’s why I need some more time.”

Tiny pulled Reed into a sitting position and wrapped his arms around her.  “Shh, Sweetheart.  I’m sorry.  I didn’t know it was still causing you so much pain.  We can talk when you’re ready.  I’m not going anywhere.”  He kissed the top of her head and she snuggled deeper into his embrace.

“You don’t know how much that means to me, Baby.  You just... I’ve never told you, but you are my strength and my joy.  You bring me peace and happiness, and I am so glad you’re a part of my life.”

Tiny reached up to wipe the tears from his eyes.  He had a good idea what Reed was talking about.  Though his partner had never spelled out what her life had been like outside of this community before they’d met, Sky had taken him aside during his very first visit years prior and explained a little of what life had been like for the seer.  It still broke his heart to know the misery she had experienced before he’d come into her life.  And it made him respect her own formidable strength and determination even more, having witnessed a portion of what she suffered through every time she opened herself up like this.  He tightened his hold on Reed, brushing another kiss on the top of her head.  “You don’t have to tell me, Beloved,” he whispered.  “You show me every single day.  But in case I have been remiss in telling you – I love you.  And when this is all over and we can take the time to do it, I want us to get married... make us official.”

Reed pulled away just enough to look into the shadowed plains of his face.  “Tiny?”

“I know, Honey.  I know we agreed it wasn’t necessary between us, that a few words spoken by a clergyman would change our vows or our commitment to one another.”

“So why?” Reed questioned.  She wasn’t upset that Tiny could tell in the dark but her voice conveyed her confusion clearly.  He shrugged lightly and ran his hands lightly up and down her arms and back.

“I dunno.  It just seems like the right thing to do for us now.”

“But what about the Sabres?  And the clan?  They’re all gonna have problems with it.”

“We’ll deal with it as it comes up if you want to do this.  If you’d rather not....”  He tried to keep a neutral tone in his voice, but his shoulders sagged perceptibly at her perceived lack of enthusiasm for the idea.  He smiled in reflex though when her fingertips covered his lips.

“Shh,” she commanded, removing her fingers and replacing them with her lips instead.  Long minutes passed before she eased away from his lips though his hands kept her very close to him still.  Reed smiled at the gentle possession the touch held.  “I’d like very much to marry you, Sweetheart.  I love you, too.”

She felt Tiny’s grin spread across his face even as his hands tightened around her waist.  “Yes?” he questioned once more, wanting to be sure.

“Yes,” she nodded and kissed him again for good measure.

How long the kiss would have lasted is anyone’s guess, but as it was, the loud rumbling of empty bellies forced them to separate laughing.  “C’mon, Babe,” Tiny said to Reed as he stood up and pulled her with him.  “Let’s go get something to eat before Sky comes up here looking to kill the monsters.”  Still chuckling they moved in tandem to clean up a bit.  Then they headed downstairs in search of Sky... and sustenance.

The chieftain looked up from the table where he was placing the last of the food he’d prepared for dinner.  He smiled at them, enjoying the surprised looks on their faces as he gestured for them to take seats.  “I heard you stirring upstairs,” he said in answer to their unasked question.  “I knew you’d be hungry.  I woke up starving, and I was just the sender.”

Tiny cocked his head in mute question, and Reed patted his hand as she took a chair.  “It takes a lot out of a person to transmit information like Sky did, but I am totally overwhelmed when I’m the receiver because I understand and process so much more than most.”  She sniffed the air, then looked at Sky with a big grin.  “You fixed lasagna, didn’t you?”

Sky chuckled and nodded, removing the cover from the dish.  He pointed a finger at her.  “Yes, and you have to share.”

Reed turned to Tiny.  “Oh boy, are you in for a treat.  Sky makes the best lasagna I have ever had.  There was an old world grandmother somewhere in his lineage and the recipe has been passed down for generations.”  She turned and directed a mock-fierce scowl in Sky’s direction.  “I hope you made enough if you’re gonna make me share.”

Sky laughed now and indicated the kitchen.  “There is a whole other pan in there just in case.”

Reed broke into smiles and lifted a helping onto her plate.  “In that case....” she began, then started eating voraciously.  Tiny watched in bemusement until a nudge at his elbow drew his attention away from his partner and onto the chief.

“Don’t mind her,” Sky said as he handed Tiny the spatula.  “She’s always been this way since she was a child.”

Tiny shook his head.  He wondered how many other interesting revelations this journey would bring about the woman he had shared his life with for the better part of a decade.  It was shaping up to be quite an enlightening trip.

************

Randi looked over the monitor of her computer, watching as Gwen put pen to paper.  She smiled to herself, remembering the countless hours they’d spent together while she taught her the long lost Sabre art of handwriting.  Gwen had taken to it naturally and had proudly shown Randi the results as she’d steadily improved.  Now more often than not she was found recording everything she could manually, but her journals especially.  It held a comfort for her that writing electronically never had, and though she kept a cliff’s notes diary in Randi’s computer system, her real memoirs were in the leather and paper journal Randi had given her.

Gwen seemed totally absorbed in what she was chronicling and Randi had chance to wonder if it was story ideas or her diary or perhaps even the foundation for Randi’s own story.  She shook her head mutely.  In some ways she was gratified that Gwen wanted to tell her story.  Gwen had helped her to see how much good there was in all the violence.  But in others... in others she was appalled and if she was completely honest, terrified to have her story told.  So much of it was ugly and violent and she wasn’t sure she wanted to be exposed to the world in such a way.  Not that she didn’t trust Gwen – she did, heart and soul – but this was something she’d never faced in all her years as a Sabre.  Covert was her watchword and it had served her well.  To let that go now....

Randi came back to the present to see concerned green eyes focused on her instead of on the writing Gwen had been concentrating on only moments before.  “You all right there, love?”

Randi blinked rapidly to clear her vision and nodded.  “Yeah.  Just working on....”  She looked down at her computer to see what she was working on.  “Hmm... not much apparently.”  She looked back at the black screen with a wry grin.

Gwen marked her place with her pen and put her journal on the couch beside her.  Then she slid from her spot and padded over to where Randi sat, wrapping her arms loosely around Randi’s neck and dropping a light kiss on the top of her dark head.  She looked at the blank screen and then leaned down to put her chin on Randi’s shoulder, turning her head so they were looking at one another almost cross-eyed they were so close.  “I see your point.  Makes a difference if it is actually on, I think,” Gwen said teasingly, touching the screen and watching the monitor come to life.

Randi scrubbed a hand over her face.  “Yeah, I guess it would.”  She turned unexpectedly and drew a rather stunned bard into her lap, holding Gwen tightly for a long minute before releasing her just enough to gaze into the eyes of the one she loved above all else.  For a long moment they simply floated in the feelings so apparent between them, relishing the soul connection they still shared... a connection that was as old as it was new.  “I love you,” Randi finally said softly, her smile touching her lips and lighting her eyes.

Gwen smiled in response.  “I love you too, Stud.”  She reached up a hand to lightly trace the plains of Randi’s face.  “Past, present and future.”

Randi tightened her embrace again and Gwen held on, wondering what was going on in Randi’s mind.  She opened her mouth to ask when Randi drew a deep breath to speak.  “Sometimes, I wonder what I did in this life to find you.” 

A frown creased Gwen’s features and she slid her arms around Randi’s neck.  “What brought all this on, Sweetheart?  We are a part of one another and have been for millennia; since we were originally blessed by Aphrodite.  It’s not a matter of deserving one another, Love.  It’s a matter of being destined for each other... something I treasure.”

“So do I,” Randi acknowledged.

“So what is really bothering you?”  Randi shrugged, shifting her eyes from Gwen’s until the bard cupped her face tenderly and turned it until their eyes met.  “No lies between us, Randi, and no hidden truths.  I can’t help you if you don’t trust me.”

The words cut deeply and Randi grasped the hand that remained on her face while her eyes searched out Gwen’s before looking away again.  “Oh no, Little One.  Don’t think that.  I do trust you.  I just...  I’m... this... scares me.”

Blonde brows flew into an equally blonde hairline.  “We scare you??  Us together???”  She didn’t pull away, almost sure of what the problem was, but wanting Randi to actually talk to her about it.

Horrified blue eyes met patient green.  “No, Love, NO!  This is the one thing I am sure of.  The one thing I rely on.  No, it... I’m... putting myself out there... like that... you know, telling my story... that... it scares me.  Except to you, I’ve never....”  She shook her head.  “I’ve never opened myself up like that... to anyone but you I mean.”

Gwen combed her hands through Randi’s hair.  “Sweetheart, if it bothers you this much I won’t tell your story.  I just....”  She shrugged her shoulders.  “I think it’s a good story and deserves to be told.”

Randi shook her head.  “No.  I trust you.  I think you can make it so no one but us actually knows who the story is about.  I’m not sure why this is spooking me so bad except... Gwen, I’ve spent a lifetime in the shadows.”

“I know, Love.  That’s why it’s time for you to step out into the sunlight with me.  I’ll be right beside you every step of the journey, and you’ll be with me through each step of the creative process until we are both satisfied with the result.  And if we’re not, or we see along the way that it is not working, the only people who will ever hear this story are you and me.”

Randi leaned down and kissed Gwen’s forehead in benediction.  “You are so good to me.”

Gwen chuckled.  “As you are to me, Stud.  And I plan on bringing you into the sunlight with me if I have to drag you kicking and screaming.  You’ve had enough shadows in your life.”

Randi laughed.  She couldn’t help it.  Between Gwen’s words and the determined look on her face, she just had to.  Gwen looked charmed by that response, and it made her laugh even harder as she recognized it for the emotional release it was.  “Drag me kicking and screaming, huh?”  She chuckled again.  “That’s quite a visual.  I suddenly feel like a cavewoman being claimed or something.”

Gwen reached up and tweaked Randi’s nose before dropping a kiss onto it.  “You are,” she asserted firmly and patted Randi’s chest above her heart.  “MINE,” she said firmly with confidence.

“Uggg,” she replied cheekily before brushing a kiss across Gwen’s lips.  “I sure am.”

Gwen smiled and slid from Randi’s lap.  “I’m going to go write in my journal some more.  Are you going to....”  She motioned vaguely with her hands.  “Do something here?”

Randi shook her head.  “Nah.  I think I’ll go upstairs for a while.  Maybe a good workout will clear my head and I’ll be able to remember what I was supposed to be doing here.”

Gwen shook her head with a smile and walked back to the couch, curling up and pulling her journal back into her lap.  But she watched the gentle sway of hips out of sight and licked her lips before she returned her attention to the book in her hands.  Randi made her way up the stairs conscious of Gwen’s eyes on her hips.  She preened just a little to herself, her ego happy with the knowledge that she inspired that sort of lust.  Then she entered the gym and turned her focus to pitting herself against the equipment.

After a couple hours of clanking, banging and grunting, Gwen’s attention was caught by the sound of absolute silence.  It was alarming enough to her that she set her journal aside and made her way up the staircase at a fairly brisk pace.  “Randi?” she called out as she reached the top of the steps.  “Sweetheart, are you all right?”

Not receiving an immediate answer, she rushed into the gym, only to stop short when her gaze found the treadmill.  There was her partner apparently unaware of her audience walking at a slow, sedate pace - on her hands.  Gwen watched for several moments before she finally ventured close enough to touch Randi gently and found herself at the bottom of a hot, sweaty mesh of human flesh.  Gwen blinked in confusion, not quite sure how she’d gotten there.  Randi did the same as she tried to figure out why she and Gwen were tangled together on the gym floor.  Not that she minded, but she was fairly certain that hadn’t been her intention.  “Gwen?” she queried, sitting up and pulling Gwen up with her.  She stood and retrieved a towel and her water bottle, consuming a goodly portion before she turned back.  “What’s wrong?”

Gwen shook her head.  “Um, sorry.  I think I interrupted something.  But it was so quiet up here and when you didn’t answer me, I got a little worried.”

“Was I... hmmm,” she moved to the bar and hoisted herself up by her arms, closing her eyes to concentrate.  “Was I meditating?  I think I was done exercising and had moved to the meditation stage.”

“Maybe,” Gwen answered.  “You were walking on your hands on the treadmill.”

“God,” Randi’s eyes popped open and her brows shot into her hairline.  “That is one of my deepest stages of meditation at home.” She dropped from the bar and immediately moved to Gwen’s side.  “Are you all right?”

Gwen nodded.  “I’m fine.  You surprised me is all.”  She captured Randi’s hands in her own as she carefully checked Gwen for damage.  “Honey, really... I’m all right.”

“You’re sure?  I’m... Gwen, that is... I could have unintentionally hurt you very badly.  My body is trained to react without conscious thought at that level.”

Gwen smiled.  “No problem,” she replied, taking one hand and running it up Randi’s bare side and watching the tremors follow in its wake.  “Your body knows me intimately and is trained to recognize me without conscious thought.”

“Oh yeah,” Randi agreed, reveling in the touch of skin on skin.

************

A flash of lightning brought Randi back to the present and she turned from the window to view the room she stood in – alone.  Looking at it with new eyes, it was easy see why Gwen had hated it so much.  It was palatial; ostentatious to the point of being vulgar.  Marble, gold inlaid with precious and semi-precious stones, yards of silk and fine lace and as cold and unfeeling as a tomb.  The bed took up a good portion of the space in the room and Randi realized with a start that though they had shared the room, they had never shared the bed or themselves in this place.  It had been a seeming eternity since she and Gwen had shared more than space, and she felt her chest begin to crush under the weight of the revelation of what she had held... then lost... forever.

She deliberately turned her back on the room and all it represented.  She expected it wouldn’t be too long before she was paid a visit, and right now she just didn’t want to deal with anything but the agony coursing through her soul.  There would be time enough to deal with him later – when the pain had faded to something tolerable.  But she did chance to wonder if that was even a possibility given the anguish she felt at the rending of her body, mind and soul.

Still clasping Gwen’s ring in her hand, Randi gave an inarticulate cry, and she ran to the door and yanked it open, not even drawing the attention of guards and staff who had quickly grown used to her late-night rants and rages.  She moved swiftly through the massive, ornate hallways until she reached the door that led to the outside.  The door opened seemingly of its own volition and the sound of the storm increased dramatically.  Randi stepped outside the fortress into the driving rain, hoping it would purge the pain she felt. Wishing she could go back home where the sound of the rain would be accompanied by the crash of waves on the beach.  She hated it here, she realized.  Hated who she was and what she had become.  And she hated the fact that more than anyone who had been enslaved against their will, she was a prisoner incarcerated by her own choices.

“GWEN!!” she screamed into the darkness, knowing there would be no answer, but falling to her knees anyway when silence was the only reply she received.  Randi dropped her chin to her chest, too tired and drained to cry.  She closed her eyes and let her mind go back to the Friday following the freak ice storm.  It had been one of the nicer surprises she’d gotten and she remembered the feelings that had washed over her.

************

The weather was... bizarre.  After the ice storm, it had mellowed to the point of being mild – almost warm.  Tommy caught Randi in her office a couple days later and invited her and Gwen over for dinner the following evening.  He’d hoped to do ask them both at lunch, but he’d seen Randi ride Excalibur up from the stalls and had a real sneaking suspicion he wouldn’t be seeing them in the mess hall.  “Just let me know.  Ella’s making chicken and dumplings and she needs to know how much.”

Randi’s eyes lit up.  “If Ella’s making chicken and dumplings, we are so there.  I love those and so does Gwen.  What time?”

He shrugged.  “I dunno.  Just come on over once you get home and settled.  You know when we eat, and it’s not like we have anything pressing this weekend.  We can just sit a visit a while.”  He moved to perch on a corner of her desk.  “I know you’re a newlywed, but I’ve missed you being around.  It’s been different... hectic... since you came back.”

A frown creased Randi’s features.  “From our honeymoon?” wondering what had happened that Tommy would consider it hectic.

“Um, no.  From the... uh, dead.  I mean, I’m sorry Randi.  It’s just... we never get to see ya’ll anymore, and I miss ya.”

Randi smiled and stood up, walking around the desk and embracing Tommy from behind for a long moment.  “I’m sorry, T.  I didn’t even realize....”

He patted the arms wrapped firmly around his neck.  “I know, and I feel selfish saying anything.  But it would be nice to get back to having an evening a week to spend together if we can manage it.”

“I think we can manage it, Tommy.  It will give Gwen a chance to ease back into bard mode with someone other than me; though I gotta tell ya – it is so good to see that returning.”  She loosened her grip and walked around to sit in one of the chairs in front of her desk.  Tommy slid off his perch and took the seat opposite her.

“It really is.  I can’t tell you how excited I was when she came and asked about returning to performance.  I have some ideas I’m hoping to try with her – a couple new styles.”

Randi’s brow scrunched up again in unhappy thought.  “You’re gonna mess with her storytelling skills, T?  I don’t think....”

“What?!  No, NO!!  I am not that stupid even on bad days.  Slow, sometimes but not stupid.  No!  Geez!  No, what I want to do is try a couple new settings; something aside from live theatre for her.  She... she tells stories differently outside that setting and I’d like to try those settings for a broadcast instead of simply sticking her on a stage in front of a live audience.”  Now Randi was scowling in confusion and Tommy reached over and patted her hands.  “Don’t worry, Randi.  I think this is a good thing, and I do know what I’m talking about.  And if Gwen’s not comfortable, well, we can always do live theatre.  She sells out on her name alone these days.”  He shook his head and Randi cocked an inquiring eyebrow in his direction.  “You remember the stint she did at festival when she was reading from the scroll you held for her?” waiting for her nod.  “Randi, I can’t tell you the number of people that were turned away trying to get in.  I’m sure you didn’t notice, but it was standing room only.  It is never standing room only.  Most people won’t pay to stand through a performance they can watch from the comfort of their own homes.  But they did to hear her.  So trust me, she’s still got mass appeal.  I just want to tweak the settings... see what happens.”

Randi grinned.  “Not like I can’t find you if it doesn’t work.”  She looked at her watch.  “Time for me to go pick up my girl.  We have a date.”

“I hate to tell you this, Short Stuff, but you and your girl have had a date everyday since you met.  Sometimes you just actually go somewhere to be alone.”  He walked out before she could formulate an answer, a pleased smile on his face knowing he’d gotten one in on her.  Randi just watched him leave and shook her head.  There really wasn’t much she could say to dispute his words.  With a silent chuckle, she rose from the chair, snatched up their picnic supplies and headed out to where Excalibur stood patiently waiting.

The following afternoon Randi stood in the doorway of Gwen’s workroom observing as she helped one of her former students find the balance he needed to make his story flow.  She didn’t do it for him; simply led him in the right direction until he reached his own conclusions.  “Thanks, Miss Gwen,” he said shyly.

Gwen smiled and patted his arm.  “You’re doing fine, Brad.  You just need to have a little more confidence in yourself.”

The young man started to say something else when a slight movement at the door caught his attention.  His eyes went wide when he realized that Randi was watching them intently, the expression on her face as her eyes followed Gwen one of passionate possession.  Gwen saw him swallow hard and turned to the door, her smile widening into a blinding grin.  Randi pushed off the doorframe as Gwen rose to meet her. 

“I didn’t realize you were giving private lessons,” Randi commented pointedly, making Gwen’s brow furrow at the tone.  Gwen walked right into Randi’s personal space and snuggled into her.  Randi looked down bemusedly at the blonde head tucked contentedly beneath her chin and smiled.  Brad flushed uncomfortably and scooped up his notes before leaving the room with a single backward glance.

“I’ve missed you today,” Gwen said softly. 

“Me too,” Randi replied with a squeeze.  “So what was up with the kid?”

“Huh?  Oh, Enrique asked if I could meet with him today.  He had an appointment of some kind.”

Randi’s eyes found the path Brad had followed.  The boy set off her squick meter.  She figured he’d bear watching in the near future.  She knew better than to ignore her Sabre sense.  “Hmm,” Randi said noncommittally.  But Gwen heard the undertones in the sound clearly.

“Problem?” she asked, pulling back to look up into Randi’s blue eyes.

Randi brushed a kiss across Gwen’s forehead.  “I hope not.  I just....”

Gwen waited while the silence dragged on.  Finally she felt the need to prod.  “You just what, Love?”

“He sets my teeth on edge, Gwen.  Just be careful around him, all right?”

Gwen scowled slightly, seeing real concern reflected back to her.  “I will, Sweetheart, but today was the exception, not the rule.  You know I am out of the teaching circle now.  I was just helping Enrique out.”

Randi hugged Gwen again.  “I know.”  She sighed.  “You about done here?”

“Yeah.  I want to get home.  I’ve got something I want to make to take to Ella’s.”

“Ooookay,” Randi drawled, her curiosity piqued.

Gwen chuckled.  “Don’t worry.  It won’t take long, and I think you’ll like it.”

Gwen was right – it hadn’t taken long and Randi did love it, but....  “Did you have to make so much fudge, Gwen?  We’re gonna be eating this stuff for Celebration,” she teased.

Gwen smiled secretly.  Tommy had confided to her part of the reason he’d invited them to dinner, and she was hard-pressed to contain her excitement at the prospects for the evening.  She realized she’d gone overboard with the candy from Randi’s point of view, but they only had to get through dinner before she understood the real reason behind the quantity.  “Nah,” she teased in return.  “I know what happens when you are left alone with chocolate.”

Randi’s grown-up answer was to stick out her tongue....

... only to have it caught and thoroughly laved by Gwen’s own.  Only when they were both breathing quite heavily did the bard pull away.  It took another full minute for blue eyes to flutter open.

“Whoo,” she said quietly.  “What was I saying?”

Gwen chuckled.  “Beats me, but I think we need to go before I forget why we’re going out instead of curling up together in front of the fireplace making out.”

Randi put her hands on Gwen’s waist.  “Why are we?” leaning her body on the couch which brought her to perfect nuzzling level of Gwen’s smooth neck.  Unconsciously she leaned her head to one side to allow Randi more room to explore.

“Because,” she started then bit her lip, trying to focus.  “Because we don’t... we don’t want Tommy coming over... here looking for us again,” she finished in a rush.

Randi sighed deeply, the burst of air hot over Gwen’s neck causing her to shiver.  “You’re right.  We can finish this later.”

Gwen gave Randi a quick peck on the lips before picking up the fudge and heading for the door.  “Yep, and if it’s still nice tomorrow, maybe we can go for a ride.”

Randi opened the door and nonchalantly took the box from the bard’s hands as she passed.  “I like that idea.  I feel the need for some barbeque.”

“Well, c’mon.  I want chicken and dumplings tonight.”

“That was fabulous!” Gwen told Ella.  “One day you’re gonna have to teach me the secret.”

Dinner had gone well and conversation had flowed smoothly, but it hadn’t escaped Randi’s notice that all three adults at the table kept eyeing their watches as though they were expecting... something.  She shrugged, figuring she’d find out soon enough, and in the meantime there was always Randall to focus her attention on.

He reached out both arms to her as Tommy, Ella and Gwen began to stir from the table, moving things into the kitchen to get them cleaned up, and Randi was happy to comply.  Ella nudged Tommy and he nodded with a smile.

“Hey Randi, why don’t you and Gwen settle the boy in for the night while Ella and I clean up here and then we can have some coffee and some adult conversation?”  Randi looked to Gwen who nodded and took her elbow, and they moved down the hall without another word.  Tommy and Ella watched them out of sight before they moved, clearing the table quickly and speaking in whispers.  “You think she suspects?” Tommy asked.

“Well, she probably suspect something,” Ella answered, “but I doubt she suspects the truth.”

He nodded and smiled, noting the stealth the guys were using outside in the pavilion area.  He hoped they would be ready in time, and he really hoped Randi appreciated the surprise.


Chapter VIII

Randi took her time cleaning Randall up, helped him go potty and change into his pajamas, then picked him up to blow raspberries on his belly.  Gwen leaned on the doorjamb and just watched the interplay between them, enjoying the innocent banter and fun they were having together.  Randall’s childish laughter rose in high-pitched giggles and Gwen smiled in sympathy with him.  Finally Randi sat in the big rocker and the boy’s chuckles died away into big smiles.  He reached up with both hands, confident in his charm and cupped Randi’s face.  He looked directly in her eyes and said, “Wuv, sing pwease?”

She looked back at him, then turned her attention to Gwen, extending a hand and waiting til she took it and sat down on the floor beside them.  “What shall I sing?”

“Sing Love’s Song,” Gwen said and Randi tilted her head until she realized Gwen had named the lullaby she’d always shared with Randall.  With a deep breath, the low notes carried into the room and Randi slowly rocked back and forth in a soothing, even motion.  Before long Randall’s lashes were fluttering in a vain attempt to stay awake and within minutes, his breathing evened out in sleep.  Randi held him a moment longer, enjoying the peace and innocence his sleeping face held before easing up into a standing position.  Gwen rose with her and pulled his covers aside, waiting for Randi to lay him down and then covering Randall’s body.  Gwen leaned over and kissed him, then Randi did the same, and they linked hands as they stood observing him for a moment longer.

“What is Tommy up to?” Randi questioned softly, not wanting to disturb Randall’s slumber.  Gwen used their joined hands and pulled them towards the door.

“Something nice, I promise.  It’s a surprise you’ll like,” she continued, seeing the skeptical look on Randi’s face.

“You promise?”

“Yep, I sure do,” Gwen confirmed, lifting their hands to her lips and brushing them gently.  Then she started drawing Randi from the room and moving them back towards the living area of the house.  “Try to act surprised though, please.  T is really excited about this.”

Randi dragged her feet but nodded to Gwen just the same.  “All right,” she compromised, “but if I hate it, you’re gonna owe me big time.”

“Okay,” Gwen agreed readily, “but if I don’t, you’ll owe me. “  She laughed.  “Either way we win.”  Then they entered the kitchen to find Tommy and Ella sitting on the couch, looking for all the world like the cat that had swallowed the proverbial canary.  Randi decided to play along, knowing Gwen was right and no matter which way things played out, they would both come out winners.

“We thought if you two were up to it, we’d take our coffee outside.  It’s so nice out tonight, we’d like to take advantage of it.  Especially after the weird weather earlier this week.”  Now this was really standard operating procedure for them, and under normal circumstances, Randi wouldn’t have wondered what was behind the request.  However, she’d agreed to try and act surprised so she simply nodded her acquiescence.  Gwen squeezed her hand and went to help Ella with the coffee while Tommy grabbed a couple kinds of cake with a sheepish grin.  “I like a bit of something to go with my coffee, and we haven’t had dessert yet.  Wanna grab the fudge?”

Randi couldn’t stop the eyebrow that rose into her hairline at that directive.  “All of it?”

Tommy had the grace to look embarrassed.  “May as well,“ he said as nonchalantly as he could manage.  “We can always bring it back in.”

“Uhhhh huuuhhh,” she drawled, picking up the box.  “Whatever you say,” motioning him to lead the way.  Gwen and Ella just exchanged glances and shook their heads in tandem and followed them outside.  As soon as they stepped outdoors, it occurred to Randi what must be going on, and she decided to step up to the plate and see what kind of hit she’d get.  “Hey, T... you still got my old drum set around here?”

“Wha... huh?” he stammered, wondering if she knew.  Then his mouth caught up to his brain.  “Oh, uh, yeah... yeah.  Should um... should still be boxed up on the stage,” motioning to the covered pavilion where the band had played many a Friday night.  Her eyes followed his gesture, and she could just make out subtle movement in the darkness.  She grinned covertly, excited about the prospect of what was coming.

She started moving in the direction of the drums.  “Flip the lights, will ya, T?” she called out over her shoulder, stretching out and taking to the stage in a single leap.  The lights came on as she reached the set, and she made quick work of unlocking the cases and setting them aside.  Randi walked around the set reverently before finally taking a seat on the stool, her fingers lightly caressing each instrument in turn.  Randi forgot her original intention while she embraced her memories.  A small smile crept onto her face, and she wasn’t at all surprised that the light touch on her shoulder brought Gwen into contact with her.  They exchanged looks, both reliving another time with fondness before Gwen extended her hands and placed a set of drum sticks into Randi’s hands.  Randi accepted the offering with a kiss to Gwen’s knuckles, then spun the sticks and dropped right into a warm-up exercise she hadn’t done in more than a year and a half.

She lost herself in the rhythm and music she was creating, peripherally aware of the gradual change in sound as one after another of the band members joined in her song.  With a flourish and a feral joy that couldn’t be hidden, Randi wrapped the first set on her feet.  The echoes of sound hadn’t even stopped reverberating before she found herself locked in a group hug by men she was happy to call friend and who weren’t ashamed to be crying real tears at her return.  It lasted mere moments before they all pulled away with an embarrassed laugh.  Without a word, Randi picked up her sticks and clapped them together in a countdown to starting a new song.  The guys scrambled to get into place and it wasn’t long before music was ringing out across the island, sounding just like old times.

“So, did you like Tommy’s surprise?” Gwen asked with a knowing twinkle in her eye as they entered the bedroom much later that evening.  Randi hadn’t lost her grin since she’d picked up the drumsticks and started playing, a state compounded by the happiness she’d felt in being joined with such obvious enthusiasm by her old band mates.  Randi ran and tackled Gwen to the bed, eliciting a squeal she’d learned to appreciate and even look forward to hearing.  “RANDI!!” she said with a chuckle, pressing her hands against the broad shoulders and looking up into mirth-filled blue eyes.  Randi swooped down and stole a quick kiss before pulling back to lock gazes with Gwen.

“You know I did, you little fink!  How long did you know about it?” using long fingers to her advantage to tickle Gwen though her own laughter was hampering any real efforts at teasing.

“He... told me thiiiiisss... afternoon.” Gwen captured the squirming digits and kissing them.  “Hold that thought, Love,” she said, squirming out from under Randi who promptly fell onto her side and propped her head up on an elbow.  She watched Gwen rush into the bathroom and her brow furrowed in concern.

“You all right, my bard?  You’re not getting sick or something, are ya?” half-rising from the bed.

“I’m fine, Randi.  Just had to pee and this is about the first chance I’ve had.”

Randi chuckled and fell back onto the bed.  “Yeah, it did get a little crazy.  But God... I haven’t had that kinda fun in I don’t know when.  I missed that,” she continued more softly.

Gwen came out of the bathroom and spooned behind her, relishing the contact when Randi turned in her arms and snuggled into her.  “I think... no, I KNOW the guys did too.  Tommy said they’d asked and asked until he just decided to take the bull by the horns and get everybody over to play.”

“But why all the secrecy?”

“’Cause he’s a showman, Sweetheart.  You know that.  He likes to....”

“He likes to turn things into a production with a dramatic flair.”

Gwen laughed and Randi bounced along with her movement enjoying the sensation of being held by Gwen despite the jarring.  “You have quite a way with words there, warrior mine,” Gwen intoned as her chuckles slowed.

“Yeah well, T has quite a way with flair.”  Randi shifted so she could look up into Gwen’s eyes.  “Speaking of – has he talked to you yet about what he wants to try with you?”  At Gwen’s blank stare she went on, “With your storytelling?”

“Oh, no.  I just know it has something to do with formatting on his end.  I think we’re supposed to sit down together in the next week or so.  He wanted to let me get my bearings back, I think, before he threw anything new at me.  I don’t think it has anything to do with my storytelling per se.”  She frowned slightly.  “I hope,” Gwen added though with far less confidence.

Randi tightened her hold around the bard’s waist.  “He told me it had something to do with settings.  I was just curious if he’d talked to you about it yet.”  She squeezed again.  “He knows better than to mess with your storytelling.  You know the old adage – if it ain’t broke....”

“... don’t fix it.  Yeah, but it was broke for a while there.”

“Nah,” Randi disagreed with a shaky grin.  “It was just on hiatus.”

Gwen’s laughter caught them both by surprise and Randi chuckled in sympathy.  “Thank you, love,” Gwen said, wiping her eyes as her amusement abated.  “I needed that.”

“Hmm,” snuggling in deeper and closing her eyes.

“Um, Randi?” Gwen said quietly after several long, silent moments, gently brushing long, dark locks away from Randi’s peaceful face.

“Hmm?  Shh... sleepin’,” she said, nuzzling the soft chest she was resting on.

Gwen bit her lip to keep from laughing.  “Sweetheart, can we at least get undressed?  We can crawl back into these positions, but I really don’t wanna sleep with jeans on.”  She squirmed a little bit.  “They leave creases and are uncomfortable.”

A blue eye popped open and rolled up to looked up into Gwen’s face, seeing only sweet affection staring back at her.  Randi flopped over onto her back with her arms spread across the mattress, allowing Gwen the chance to scoot off the bed.  “I think you just wanna get me naked,” Randi said with a yawn, stretching her whole body before falling bonelessly back onto the firm surface.

Gwen cut her eyes in Randi’s direction as she slipped the jeans down her legs.  “Well, duh, Honey,” she replied with a cheeky grin.  She slid her shirt from her body and then frowned when she took in Randi’s lack of movement.  “But I don’t seem to be making much progress in that direction.”

Randi tucked her hands behind her head.  “I was perfectly content to curl up clothed, ya know....”  She paused as she considered Gwen’s current state of undress.  “Though I am happy to admit utter pleasure with the state of your lack thereof right at this moment.”  She whistled wolfishly, then she smiled as she followed the blush that made its way from Gwen’s toes to the top of her head.  “You do that so beautifully, ya know.  Almost an art form itself... OOF!!”  Gwen landed on Randi’s belly before sliding off onto her side of the bed, casually plumping up the pillows before making a show of settling down to sleep.  Randi scowled.  “Hey, what about me?” said with the merest hint of a pout, motioning to her still mostly clothed body.

“Oh, sorry, Love,” Gwen answered and rolled onto her back, holding out her arms for Randi to crawl into.

“Uh... but... Gweeeennnnnn!”

Gwen managed to keep from laughing by sheer grit though she couldn’t keep the mischief from sparkling out of her eyes.  “Yes, Dear?”

“Why... you... what... YOU’RE MEAN!!” Randi sputtered before collapsing onto her back beside Gwen, crossing her arms over her chest and breaking into a full-fledged pout.  Gwen burst into nearly hysterical giggles.  It took several minutes for her to stop laughing completely as every time she glanced towards Randi, she would be assailed by laughter all over again.  Randi was having a hard time holding her pout; the sight of so much happiness in Gwen even at her expense made her want to smile.  So she settled for glaring at the ceiling until the bed stopped shaking.  “Are you done?” Randi asked with a mock growl, keeping her focus on the ceiling in order to hold her composure.  She forgot to count on Gwen and grunted once more when the bard landed across her mid-section again.  “OOF!!”

“Nope, now that you mention it,” slowly unbuttoning the shirt Randi wore, pulling Randi into a sitting position to slide it off her body.  Randi took advantage of their arrangement to nip lightly at Gwen’s pulse point, causing her to jump before pushing Randi back with a finger to her forehead.  “Behave,” she commanded sternly, pushing the shirt down and flinging it to the floor.  Then she moved down to straddle Randi’s knees, stopping to tickle the bare belly that rippled in reflex.

“Hey, what happened to behaving?”

“That directive was for you, Stud, not for me.  Lift up.”  Randi did and Gwen slid the jeans down long legs, dropping them off the end of the bed before climbing back up to the head of the bed and crawling under the cover.  She situated herself while Randi watched with amusement, then extended her arms.

Randi smiled and moved back into the spot reserved for her alone, curling her longer body around Gwen’s and greedily absorbing the gentle contact of the touch of fingertips on her skin.  She returned the light stroking, watching in fascination as goosebumps followed in the wake of her touch.  “Lights,” she called softly, relishing the semi-darkness created by the stars, the bit of moon and the phosphorescence of the waves as they crashed rhythmically on the shore.  Randi hummed almost soundlessly as Gwen’s touch moved into her hairline.  “This has been a good day,” Randi murmured.

“Um hmm,” Gwen agreed without missing a beat.

Randi tickled Gwen’s ribs, causing her to jump and shift a little before pinching Randi’s behind.  Randi bit her lip to keep from squealing, then moaned softly when Gwen rubbed the spot she’d just tweaked.  “You don’t play fair, you know that?”

“Yep, “Gwen answered with a smile in her voice.  “You wanna trade places?”

Randi snuggled deeper into the soft chest she had her head pillowed on.  “Nope,” she replied blissfully.  “I’m very happy where I’m at... quite content.”

“Me too.  Go to sleep.”

Randi smiled.  “I love you, Gwen.”

“I love you too, Sweetheart.  Goodnight.”

Silence was its own answer as two sets of breathing deepened into the rhythms of sleep.

************

Not far from the fortress where Randi was, at least as the crow flies, Reed was steeling herself for the nightmare to come.  Around her, much of her clan also prepared as they would be required to maintain the shielding she would so desperately need once Gwen arrived.  Most of them didn’t understand the semantics of what was going on.  Sky had simply explained what was needed, not why, and the clan had rallied behind Reed to provide whatever she required of them.  For Sky and Reed though, the coming ordeal was a trial to be borne and they were thankful for the support they had in this place.  Rosie stepped into the kitchen and took a seat at the table.  Sky placed a cup of coffee in front of her and she accepted it with an absent nod.  “Gwen is on her way.  She should be to the cabin within the hour.”

Sky nodded.  “Are you going to meet her there?  Bring her here?  What?”

“We need to meet her there,” Reed said from the doorway.  “She’s gonna need all the positive karma she can muster, and that place holds it for her in spades.”

“Reed’s right,” Rosie agreed.  “We have our best chance of channeling the energy we’re gonna need to get this done there.”

Sky nodded.  “I’ll go let everyone know it’s time and have them go stake out a perimeter.  Then I need to get started myself,” he said, draining his coffee and rising, making his way out of the house as quickly as he could.  It wouldn’t take much.  The tribe had gathered at the restaurant earlier when it looked like things were finally coming to a head.  Now they sat patiently waiting for their work to begin.

Reed and Rosie looked at each other for a long moment.  They had been strangers when this started, but time and circumstances had made them trusted friends and allies.  The shamaness held out her hands palms up, and Reed placed hers palms down on top.  They could feel the strength flowing between them.  They let the field build until the air around them crackled with energy and the touch they shared was almost painful in its intensity.  Finally the concentration of power leveled off and they sat back with a deep breath.

“Thank you, Rosie,” Reed said with deep gratitude.  “I’m not sure I could survive this without you.”

Rosie accepted the thanks with a smile, knowing for a fact what was coming could still obliterate all of them.  “I’m glad to help, Reed.  Those girls have been like my own, and the idea of Ares destroying them for sport....”  She shook her head, unable to finish the thought. 

“Especially with the consequences that would follow,” Reed said quietly.  She scrubbed her hands over her face, covering it for long moments while she simply concentrated on breathing before removing them and looking Rosie squarely in the eye.  “Do you think we’ll succeed, Rosie?  Honestly – no bullshit.”

“I think Gwen coming here alone is the best chance we’re gonna have,” the shamaness replied.  “It all depends on how badly Randi wants it.”

“Yeah, but does Randi want it?” 

Rosie shrugged.  “I hope so because otherwise....”  She shrugged again though her tension was evident.  “We’ll know for sure very soon.  Until then we have to protect what we have so we’re ready.”

Reed smiled tiredly.  “I know, Rosie.  Sorry... I am just exhausted and ready for this to be over – one way or another.”

“I know, my friend.  I promise it will be soon.  That much I know.  The rest?  Well, we’ll see.”

“I just hope Randi does before it’s too late to do anything about it.”

************

Randi looked up as lightning struck close enough to make her hair stand on end and wondered just how long she had been sitting in the rain getting thoroughly soaked.  The rain continued to fall on her face and it forced her eyes closed again, bringing the happy images back to the fore.  She realized as she sat there defeated that she hadn’t seen that playfulness in either herself or Gwen since they’d come to this location.  A hand on her shoulder caused her eyes to open, and she looked up into Tiny’s grim face.  Randi understood for the first time just what this had cost - not only her and Gwen, but everyone.  The two Sabres looked at one another for a long moment before Tiny extended his hand.  “C’mon, Empress.  You need to get back inside before you catch your death.”

Randi shuddered at the title and gazed at him with sad blue eyes.  “Please don’t call me that,” she whispered before accepting his hand and letting him help her rise to her feet.  “I hate that worse than Gwen hated ‘Consort’.  She paused, looked at the ring still clenched in her fist then asked seriously but just as quietly, “You don’t think me dying would be the best for all concerned, Tiny?  It would solve a lot of problems.”

“Oh no,” he answered unequivocally.  “You’re not quitting,” he said briefly though there appeared to be more he wanted to say.  Instead he bit his lips and continued to escort Randi back into the fortress she now called home.

“Say it,” Randi commanded in a low, fierce tone.  “C’mon, Tiny.  You’ve never held back before.  Why start now?” with just a hint of a sneer in her voice, hoping to goad him in doing... something.  At least he’d stand a chance of holding his own against her if they went head to head, and right now she needed the release that fighting would allow her.  He gazed at her sadly, knowing her aim and refusing to be baited.  Her shoulders sagged in defeat.  She knew the words he wouldn’t give voice to, and she knew he was completely correct in his silent assessment.  She wouldn’t give up; she wouldn’t quit; and one way or another she would find a way to make things right again.  Or at least as right as she could.  Randi turned her eyes in the direction Gwen’s shuttle had taken.  Some things just couldn’t be undone.

They entered the fortress and dripped a trail all the way to the cavernous bedroom.  Without discussion Randi went right into the bathroom to get out of her wet things, and Tiny picked up a towel and began to dry himself off as best he could.  Randi emerged from the bathroom clad in a robe and toweling out her hair.  “Here,” she said briskly, shoving another robe in his direction.  “It’ll be a little snug, but at least it’s dry.”  Tiny nodded his thanks and moved rapidly towards the bathroom, stripping out of his wet things and into the dry fleece with a sense of relief.  Then he hung up his clothes next to Randi’s and made his way back to her room.

She was standing before a now active fireplace, a glass of merlot in her hand as she stared unseeing into the flames.  She motioned to the open bottle and the empty glass.  “Help yourself.”  Tiny did so though with much less wine than Randi had.  He sipped it slowly, appreciating the warmth it put in his belly but unwilling to lose his sensibilities.  Not now – when they were this close to finishing everything.  Randi continued to watch the fire though she was aware of every movement in the otherwise silent room.  Finally she cleared her throat and asked, “Where’s Reed?”

Tiny stared at her back for a long moment before moving over to the window to look out at the expanse of darkness.  He could feel and hear the ferocity of the storm as though it was an entity reaching out to him, but he was only allowed to glimpse the lashing rain on the window when the infrequent flash of lightning permitted it.  “She went home,” he replied into the silence, careful to omit exactly which home she’d returned to.  They’d cast everything on this one last gamble and if they lost....  He shook his head and took another swallow of wine.  They wouldn’t.  Too much depended on their success.  As long as they could keep Ares out of the loop....  Tiny shuddered.  As a warrior, he disdained the war god to the point of loathing.  But he only had to maintain the charade of tolerance a little while longer.  He felt Randi’s gaze on the back of his neck and he turned to meet her eyes.  They were filled with sorrow, pain and strangely enough, determination.  He smiled wanly at her.  “She couldn’t stay.  The energy – the rift – was killing her.” Not to mention Gwen needed her to guide her spirit quest, he thought but didn’t say aloud.  Randi would understand things soon enough.

“Then why...?”  She motioned around them.  He got the hint.

“Because my duty lies here, Empress,” he said bowing his head slightly and her head dropped.  Despite everything, Tiny had remained a faithful, loyal friend and confidante.

“Are you sure she doesn’t need you?” remembering the grounding Tiny had always provided for the seer and for the first time in a while, putting someone else’s needs and desires above her own.

“Not like you do, Empress.”

There was no real answer Randi could give to that statement without admitting to something she was unwilling to yet.  The silence fell thick between them, and she clenched her hands again.  Gwen’s ring cut into her palm as she cast her mind back to when things had first started to unravel for her and Gwen.

************

The next few weeks settled into a comfortable routine for the couple.  The weekdays were filled with work though Randi was happy to note that Brad wasn’t seen in Gwen’s vicinity.  She’d gotten another missive - this one purporting to be from the Wizards - and she had more than a sneaking suspicion that Brad had something to do with it making its way to her.

Her talk with Tiny had been less than satisfying, and had she not known him so well, she would have suspected him of dissimilation when they spoke.  As it was he was vague about a good many things – enough to cause her hackles to rise and set her back up.  So she did what she had always done.  Randi began doing her own research – putting out feelers and looking for answers she hoped not to find... at least not if they were going to be what her instincts led her to believe they would.

She didn’t share any of this with Gwen.  She saw no reason to upset her for possibilities.  Time enough for that when... *IF* they pan out.  I could be all wrong about this.  Though the Sabre in her knew better.  Her intuition in situations like this had never led her astray.  She was being targeted specifically.  However, until they had precise information on where exactly the threat was coming from, Randi was unwilling to share the danger with Gwen.  In her opinion, they had been tormented enough.  She saw no point in adding to it without substantiated proof, knowing Gwen would kick her ass if she found out she was hiding information like this.  But the rules of conduct that had kept her alive for all of her adult life kicked in, and though there was no change in her demeanor, Randi felt the difference.  She knew the Marine Sabre had come home.

Evenings were spent in front of the fireplace - snuggling, cuddling, laughing, talking and making love together.  It was the most peaceful time they’d shared collectively aside from their honeymoon, and they treasured the time together – both the quality and the quantity.  Mornings found them in their favorite position in bed with Gwen’s head on Randi’s shoulder, legs and arms entwined until the only way to tell them apart was the natural colors of their skin.

Every morning Gwen spent some time tracing Randi’s features as she committed them to tactile memory.  Not that they weren’t embedded in the depths of her soul, but it was comforting and familiar and gave her a sense of reassurance she still craved even months after her kidnapping by Ben.  And it was a ritual they had both come to appreciate in that it reminded them of who and what they were to one another.

Fridays brought band practice once again and both Randi and Gwen found themselves looking forward to the weekly event.  Saturdays were their own, usually spent on the bike going to their spot and always stopping at Rosie’s for a barbeque lunch.  Sundays were set aside for chores and talking to Gwen’s folks on the vid phone.  Geoff was making great progress according to his doctors and therapists; though when questioned directly he admitted to being less than satisfied with his improvement. 

About a month after their return from their honeymoon, Tommy asked for some time to talk to them on Sunday afternoon.  It was Tiny’s call that came as an unwelcome surprise.


Chapter IX

“C’mon in, T,” Randi said, motioning him towards the living room.  “Gwen will be right out.”  She smiled and moved toward the kitchen.  “You want something to drink?”

“Nah, I’m good right now.”  He looked at his watch then gestured towards the bedroom.  “She all right?”  Gwen was noted for her punctuality and she’d known he was due after lunch.  It wasn’t like her not to be waiting for his arrival.

Randi pulled a bottle of water from the fridge and came back out into the living area, perching on the arm of the sofa behind Tommy.  “Yeah, just a little nervous.  You’ve never really taken her aside to do anything with her storytelling, and with all the problems she had getting back in the groove....”  Randi shrugged.  “I think it spooked her a little.”

“God almighty!”  Tommy covered his face with his hands and shook his head, then he blew out a breath and clapped his hands together, bringing them to his lips.  “And she’s been thinking about this for the past month, hasn’t she?  It’s been driving her nuts, and I just kept putting off talking to her to give her a chance to settle back into a routine.  Damn!  I’m sorry, Randi.  I never meant....”

Randi held up her hands.  “I know, T.  I explained it to her, but still....”  She chuckled, not seeing Gwen come up behind her.  “I think it’s that bard ego thing.”

A pair of arms slid around her neck, and Randi would have audibly gulped if it wouldn’t have ruined her warrior image.  Gwen let her nails rake across Randi’s chest and up the sides of her neck, relishing the shiver she felt pass through Randi’s body.  “What bard ego, hmm?”

Tommy sat very quietly, enjoying the by-play between them.  It was a rare, personal glimpse into their life together even as well as he knew them.  He valued the opportunity to see them like one another; care for one another; love one another.

“Um, Sweetheart?” Randi said quietly, trying to turn away from Tommy as much as possible and keep their conversation private.  “Tommy’s here.  Maybe we should talk about this later.”

“Oh,” Gwen responded in a normal voice, not quite able to repress the twinkle in her eyes.  “I don’t think he’d mind waiting at all.  In fact, I bet he’d be really interested to hear more details about this bard ego thing.”  She turned towards Tommy who was doing his level best to keep a straight face.  “Whaddya say, T?  Wouldn’t you like a little more insight on this?”

At that precise moment, the vid phone began chirping, causing a complete change in the atmosphere in the room – relief from Randi and resignation from Gwen.  The sound sent an odd chill skittering up her spine and she just knew Randi was going to use it as an excuse not to have to sit through her meeting with Tommy.  Not that Gwen could blame Randi, but for the first time since she was a child, Gwen had a distinct twinge of nervousness flowing through her, and she’d wanted Randi’s support for whatever Tommy was going to tell her.

Randi looked at Tommy.  “Can you let me answer that before we get started?” she asked, knowing from the ring tone that it was Tiny.  When she’d returned from the dead and severed most of her ties to the Sabres, she’d taken the time to reset her phone with different sounds for different individuals.  These were folks she’d been friends with for most of her adult life that she hadn’t wanted to lose contact with and since she no longer had any ‘official’ contact with them, she’d had a great time picking out sounds to match personalities.  She couldn’t have explained why, but at the moment, she was profoundly grateful she had.

“Sure, Short Stuff.  I’m not in any hurry.  Go take your call.”

Gwen merely squeezed her hand and looked at her with gratitude.  Randi brushed Gwen’s cheek with the back of her knuckles before moving over to her security area and keying in the codes to answer the vid phone, placing it on the smaller computer monitor and not the large wall screen.  Her gut told her this was not something she wanted broadcast yet... if ever.  Randi was facing the room though neither Gwen nor Tommy could see her actual expression.  But Gwen felt the tautness appear in her shoulders, and even as she got something for herself and Tommy to drink, she wondered what had happened to bring that tension into Randi’s posture.  Randi made arrangements with Tiny and closed the call.  Then she leaned forward and focused on nothing for a long moment before dropping her Sabre mask into place.  Though she’d put it away almost a full year previously, the façade came back to her now with the comfort of an old friend returning.

“Sweetheart?”  Randi smiled when two arms wrapped around her neck affectionately.  She leaned back into the embrace and gazed up at Gwen.  “Do you know how much I love you?”

A frown creased Gwen’s brow momentarily as her mind attempted to jump the tracks it had been running on, but was almost immediately replaced by a smile as the words registered.  “Almost as much as I love you?”

“More, actually,” Randi said without missing a beat.  She put her hands on Gwen’s arms and returned the hug as well as she could.  “But we can talk about it later,” she added in a whisper.  A nod in Tommy’s direction showed he had moved to the French doors and was doing his level best not to watch the proceedings between them.

Gwen planted a kiss near Randi’s ear.  “And we’ll talk about what’s bothering you later too, right?” feeling the tension running just beneath the surface.

“C’mon,” Randi said as she rose and extended a hand towards Gwen.  “Let’s let Tommy off the hook.  I think the suspense is killing him.”

Gwen dragged Randi to a stop.  “We will talk later.” Not a question this time.

Randi nodded.  “Yeah.  We will.”

“I’d like to try a couple different formats, Gwen.” Tommy jumped right to business when they were all seated again.  “I’d like to see you in more personal, intimate surrounding – something we can’t do with your tours but that we could utilize for your broadcasts.”

“Different how?”

“Well, I’d like to do something exclusively with children, very similar to what you do at band practice.  Bring in a few children with you so the story is directed to them.  We can put you in a variety of settings, but the fact is, everything about your storytelling changes for a small group.  Your focus, your cadence, the tone... even the story itself.  I’d like to try a couple specials doing this.”

Gwen sat silently for a few minutes, reviewing his words and envisioning what he saw.  Tommy sat quietly chewing his lip and Randi merely sat, her thoughts hundreds of miles away.  Finally Gwen turned her gaze back to him and smiled.  “I like it.  I think it’s a good idea and it should work really well.  You’re right.  Everything changes when I am telling stories to the kids.  And it’s new... different.  It will make a nice performance twist as well.  Bet I can even work it into live performance.”

Tommy laughed.  “No bet.  I know you can.”

“So what’s the other idea?”

He looked at Randi, praying that she wouldn’t go thru the ceiling at his next suggestion.  Gwen caught his pensive look and tilted her head in question.  For her part, Randi allowed Tommy’s regard to bring her back from wherever she’d gone and her blue eyes drilled into his.

“What are you thinking, Thomas?” with a glare and a growl.

He held up his hands in petition.  “Now Randi, hear me out first before you say no.”

“No.”

Gwen lightly slapped Randi’s arm.  “Be nice and let him talk.”  She turned back to Tommy.  “Go ahead, T.  Let’s hear it.”

He swallowed hard.  “I want you to tell stories to Randi.”  Then he sat back and waited for the explosion.  There wasn’t one.  There was no sound at all.  Their only visible response was a rapid blinking of eyelashes as they tried to process the words they’d heard come out of his mouth.  Finally he couldn’t stand the suspense any longer.  “Look, it’s not as bad as it sounds.  In fact, it’s pretty damned clever.  See, Gwen, one of the greatest gifts that you have is your ability to craft your story to your audience.  You’ve always done it to some degree and putting you in front of the kids just takes it a step further.”

“Right.  I got that.  What does that have to do with me telling stories to Randi?”

Tommy flushed, the weight of both their stares more than a little unnerving, and hurried on.  “Well, your focus with her is even more intense.  I, um... I’d like to see what would happen if you turned that focus on your storytelling.”

“No.”

“But....”

“No, Tommy.  The stories I have... the stories I share with Randi are personal and private.  I’m not willing to... I’m not going to share them with the world.  That’s not what they’re for and it’s not up for negotiation.”

“Huh?”  He looked at her in honest befuddlement.  “Oh... OH!  No, no.  God almighty!!  If you’re talking about what I think you’re talking about....  Are you talking about the Soulmates’ stories?”

“No and yes. It’s complicated.”

“Of course it is.  You two are involved.”  He took a breath to continue, but stopped when Randi held up a hand. 

“Let it go for now, T.  Gwen and I need some time to talk about it.”

Gwen looked at Randi like she’d grown another head.  “Randi?”

“It’s all right, Love.  I think I know what he has in mind and it would fit right in with what we were talking about earlier.”  Randi gazed directly into Gwen’s eyes, smiling when she saw comprehension dawn.

“Okay, T,” Gwen said without taking her eyes from Randi’s.  “We’ll talk about it.”

“Good, good.  That’s good.  Um... do ya’ll wanna come over for dinner?”

Rand and Gwen looked at one another a moment longer before subtly nodding and turning to Tommy in tandem.  He just shook his head as they reached for one another.  “Why don’t ya’ll come over here?  It’s nice; we can cook out on the barbeque.  Steaks, maybe?”

“Sounds good.  Will we have light for it though?”

“We’ll just open up the boathouse – no problem.”

Tommy smiled.  “We’ll be by around dusk then. You want us to bring anything?”

“Nope though I doubt Ella will be able to stand that,” Randi said with a smirk.  “So we’ll take whatever she feels like making.”

“Banana pudding,” Gwen said without hesitation.  Randi’s eyebrows jerked upwards and Tommy laughed outright.

“Banana pudding it is.  We’ll see ya’ll in a little while.”  And he left without a backwards glance.

Gwen waited until she heard the door close before her eyes became serious and she tugged on Randi’s hand.  Randi looked down and her brow creased at Gwen’s serious expression.  Her own countenance became more serious as a result, and she allowed her to draw her down to the couch.  Gwen sat and pulled Randi down until she was lying down with her head in Gwen’s lap.  She closed her eyes in sheer bliss when she began running her fingers through dark hair.

“Now,” Gwen asked as she felt Randi relax under her ministrations.  “What upset you so badly about that call?  And don’t even think about dissimulating for me, Miranda Valiant.  I know it did.  I could see it, and I could feel it.”

Randi opened her eyes to find Gwen’s green gaze fixated on her intently.  She looked for a long time, finding love reflected back to her first and foremost but also strength, compassion and understanding.  And she realized in that moment in a way she really hadn’t before that Gwen was not only deserving of the truth, she was more than worthy of the trust that truth required.  She’d earned that right.  Not that she hadn’t known it before, but Randi suddenly felt it click and settle into place.  Gwen watched a myriad of emotions and thoughts manifest themselves in Randi’s expressive eyes.  She smiled when she saw Randi reach a decision that brought peace to her visage.  "That was Tiny who called."

"Uh huh."

"He um... he did some inquiring for me.  It seems...."  She took a deep breath.  This was harder than Randi had imagined it would be.  "We're being targeted... or at least I am."

Gwen inhaled sharply, the only indication she understood what Randi had said.  Randi waited patiently, knowing there would be questions.  She didn't have to wait long.  "Do they know who... or why?"

"We have several leads, but nothing definite."

"What do you mean 'WE', Randi?  This is not your business anymore.  You need to let them handle it."

Randi sat up, knowing the next bit was not going to be pretty.  She held Gwen's hands though, needing to maintain the personal contact.  "I can't.  Even if I wanted to, this is not the kind of thing the Sabres deal with.  This is a personal threat.  I need to take care of it myself."

"No."

"Excuse me?"

"No.  We'll deal with it if and when we have to, but you are not going to go out there and put yourself on the line for some sort of perceived threat.  No."

"Yes," Randi said just as firmly, girding her loins for battle in an arena she was not generally comfortable in.  "Sweetheart, if I can go find the threat, the odds are really good that it will tie into to other wrongdoing and then the Sabres can step in and take care of the problem.  But they can't just go for me."

Gwen shifted and eased her hands from Randi's grip, standing up and moving away from her.  Randi felt the withdrawal like a physical pain, and bit her lip to keep from crying out from the ache it caused in her soul.  Her hands dropped into her lap and she watched as Gwen wrapped hers around herself as though to shield herself from something.  For a few minutes, it was completely silent as Gwen paced and Randi watched with an aching heart.  Finally Gwen turned and faced her, merely looking at her for long moments before dropping onto the table in front of the couch.  She clasped Randi's hands, surprised by the chill she felt and gently chafing them to restore some of their customary warmth.

"Take me with you?"

Randi slid a hand from Gwen's and cupped her face, sliding it into the short, soft golden locks she loved to caress.  She smiled sadly.  "I can't, Love.  You don't have the training for this and if something were to happen to you....  This is what I do, Gwen.  It's what I'm good at.  Besides, it's just a scouting mission.  I shouldn't be gone more than a couple days."

"I don't like it," Gwen said flatly.  "I don't like it at all.  There are just too many things that could go wrong.  It could be a set-up."

Randi smiled again, this one a little more genuine.  "You're right.  It could be.  But I have contingency plans for things like that.  Trust me, Little One.  No one... NO ONE is gonna take this away from us.  I won't let them.   That is why I have to do this."

Gwen stood just enough to slide into Randi's lap.  "I don't like it," she reiterated.  "But I do understand this is something you have to handle... FOR NOW.  But I want you home safe, you got it?  You do what you need to, and ONLY what you need to for the Sabres to take over and finish.  And you come home."

“Gwen, I promise I will do only what needs to be done, then I'll come home.  All right?" 

Gwen gazed into earnest blue eyes, seeing the love and trust held there within for her alone.  She leaned her forehead against Randi's and closed her eyes.  "Thank you for trusting me with this, Love.  I know it's hard.  Not the trusting me part, but the giving up of what had been a survival mechanism for you for so long.  I appreciate it.  And thank you for loving me enough to see my side."  Randi smiled and hugged Gwen tightly enough to her that green eyes opened in alarm.  "Breathing!  Breathing!" she wheezed.  She took a deep breath and squeezed Randi with all her might, feeling them fall over onto the couch and giggling in sheer relief.

"Thank you for loving me enough to fight for me," Randi whispered.  "You're the first person to care that much."

Gwen shook her head in disagreement.  "Nope.  I'm just the lucky one who got away with it."  She wiggled around, trying to get up, but Randi's sudden weight on her made it fairly impossible for her to move much.

"Going somewhere?" in a purr.

"Well, I thought I'd better go make sure we had steaks and whatnot for dinner.  But someone doesn't seem to want to let me up."

Randi pouted just slightly.  "I'm comfortable?"  Gwen chuckled, earning her a mock glare which made her mirth turn into a full-fledged belly laugh.  "Hmph!" Randi pouted.  "I can see how much I’m loved here," sitting back and folding her arms over her chest – a move somewhat defeated by the fact that Gwen merely followed her and nuzzled into her neck.

"We can discuss the state of my affections for you later and in much greater depth and detail, but for now we need to get things ready for family dinner tonight."

Randi groaned then stood, casually knocking Gwen onto the couch and slowly moving away as those green eyes fasten on her with wicked intent.  "All right, fine.  I'll go open up the boathouse and you can... WHOA!!" finding herself with an armful of feisty bard.  "Yeeeessss?" she drawled

"Be nice to me," Gwen said.  "Or you'll be making excuses to Tommy that he will never believe."  She bit Randi's pulse point, then slid down her body until she reached the floor.  "And I guarantee you it will be a long night," eyes sparkling.

"You, my bard, are a wicked, wicked woman.  God, I love you."

Randi did have to make excuses to Tommy though not for the hickeys Gwen had left on her body.  Thankfully the weather turned cool again overnight so covering them up with clothing was a necessity.  Instead she merely had to tell him she had business out of town.  He wondered, but she put him off with a look and he let it go, knowing it really wasn't his place and she wouldn't share with him anyway.

"How long?"

"Should only be a couple days."

"You'll be careful?"

"I promised Gwen I would.  I should be home by Wednesday at the latest, but if something comes up I'll let you know.  Or Gwen will."

"All right, Randi.  We'll hold the fort down for a day or two.  But don't take to long, will ya?  I like having you around on a regular basis."

"I never thought I'd say it, T, but I like it too.  Stability is an amazing thing, ya know?  See ya Wednesday."  His eyes followed her out his door and out the front.  Then he closed his eyes and offered up a prayer of protection on her behalf.

“I don’t like it, Randi.  That’s not the way we operate and you know it.”

“Tiny, this is personal.  There is no reason to involve the Sabres as a unit.  Besides, it’s only a scouting mission.  I’m in and out in two days.  We have done that before, ya know.”

“Randi, rescuing Gwen was personal too, and we didn’t let you go alone then either.”

The blue gaze hardened perceptibly, and Tiny flinched when it was turned in his direction.  “That wasn’t the same thing, Tiny, and you know it.  That was a Sabre matter; something that should have been resolved years before Gwen became involved.”

Tiny held up his hands and took a step back.  “Whoa! Whoa!  Take it easy, Randi.  I’m on your side, ya know.  There’s just something about this... do you remember your Shakespeare?  My thumbs are prickling.”

Randi snorted.  “I always suspected you of having a dramatic streak.  Nice to finally have that confirmed,” she said with a smirk.  “Look, Tiny,” she said blowing out a breath.  “I appreciate the Intel, but we don’t know for sure that this skinhead Faction is gonna be where we expect them to be.  After all, how many times have we gone out looking only to have them be somewhere else?  Until it becomes more general and less personal, it is my responsibility to do what I can to protect myself and my family.”

“You’re not gonna be dissuaded about this are you?” Tiny asked a bit peeved.  “Randi, I thought we were family too.”

“You are, my friend.  That is my point.”  She smiled in his direction.  “Don’t worry, Tiny.  When the time comes, you and the rest of my Sabre family will be called on to do your part.  Right now it’s time for me to do mine.”

The Navy man looked at his Marine counterpart for a very long moment.  “Don’t do anything stupid, all right?  I don’t wanna have to be the one to have to explain it to Gwen.  Not again.  I did that once, and it was....  Don’t ask me to do it a second time.”

Randi clasped his arm.  “In and out, Tiny – my word as a Sabre.”  She looked him in the eye and waited til she got a slight nod before she squeezed.  Then she released him and walked out and he watched her go.

“But Randi,” he murmured, closing his eyes in defeat.  “You’re not a Sabre anymore.”

Randi scouted carefully around the warehouse area Tiny’s intelligence reports hadn’t indicated were a possible location for the targets she sought.  This was actually a second site - one Tiny and the Sabres had no knowledge of.

The first locale she’d visited had indeed held a very few members of the Skinhead Faction, and true to her word, Randi had done nothing but scout the location.  It was obviously set up as some sort of decoy they expected to be destroyed without thought in the event someone came looking for it.  They didn’t think anyone would take the time to scout it out and look around so getting around the security in the small building and its systems had been child’s play. Randi had been overjoyed to sharpen hacking skills long dormant. In mere minutes, she struck pay dirt, finding not only proof that she and Gwen were being personally targeted by the group as a whole, but also other positions around the globe that housed individual factions that functioned as regional headquarters.  Randi had cause to wonder why such vital information was placed in what she found to be such an insecure spot. She never even realized when she slipped into Sabre mode.

So now she stood outside a second address – one that if the Skinheads’ own information was correct, held at least one member of their upper echelon.  There was no physical security outside the building; that would have drawn unwanted attention.  But there was plenty of surveillance and security equipment even if it wasn’t quite state-of-the-art.

Randi blended into the shadows, taking her time and breaking the code that held the door shut.  The man standing to one side never had the chance to realize he was dead before she wiped her knife free of his blood and let him slip to the floor.  The next two looked at one another in startlement for the split second it took them to see the shuriken embed itself in the other’s forehead.  Randi stopped to retrieve them, gritting her teeth as the blade slid along bone.  Four more fell to crossbow bolts before she reached a second set of doors.  These were monitored visually and sonically, and she took a moment to catch her breath and clean her tools while she considered her next move.  That they would all die was never in question.  How she could best accomplish this without doing damage to herself was what she now contemplated.

With very little effort on her part, the visual security met an abrupt end.  Then she put the plugs into her ears, knowing that an investigation would follow.  She was fairly certain they would remember their own damned security measure, but on the off chance that they didn’t, she wanted to be prepared.  The noise they set off when they stepped through the doors was excruciating, and two of them fell to the floor clutching their heads and keening in agony for a long minute before succumbing to the pain.  The other two looked down in disgust and shook their heads.  Then they drew their lasers.  They weren’t taking any chances now that their force had been cut in half; they knew it would be several minutes before reinforcements would arrive.

Randi sighed.  She’d never cared for fighting with lasers.  It seemed to take all the skill and challenge out of victory.  However, she knew also that she was still outnumbered and her Sabre training made her want to expedite the matter in the same manner as she was approached in. 

The two men were moving slowly and carefully, not knowing what to expect, but wary of whatever had managed to find them here and breach their defenses.  Nevertheless, slow did not help and careful wasn’t enough when Randi casually stepped out into the hallway and dropped them where they stood.  Then she nonchalantly made her way to the door where the two unconscious men lay across the threshold holding the door ajar while the sonic alarm continued to pulse and wail.  Without thought, she aimed her laser at one and then the other, pulling the trigger as negligently as though she were taking a Sunday afternoon stroll.  Then she crossed the threshold to see what else awaited her in this place.

The next six, those that were coming to back up their fallen brothers, were taken out by a flash grenade before they even had an opportunity to draw weapons against her.  Then it fell to singles and doubles – the twist of a neck; the slash of her knife; a blade to the chest; a shuriken to the forehead; and the occasional crossbow bolt to the eye.  There was a perverse pleasure taken in that particular method because of the hours of training they’d spent perfecting the technique though the sucking sound upon the bolt’s removal was a little more graphic than she liked.  Still it did was it was supposed to do and by the time she reached the one who was considered the leader of this faction, nearly one hundred members of the skinheads lay decimated in the warehouse that had previously been their safe haven.

Randi was covered in blood and bits of gore as she approached him.  He never saw her.  He never heard her until it was too late.  He felt her touch upon his throat and gasped for air, his eyes going wide at the specter she made standing in front of them.  He felt as though he was gazing at Death herself.  “You know who I am?” she asked in a whisper.  He nodded furiously, unable to do more than gurgle a response.  “Why?”  The man frowned, not understanding.  “Why did you target Gwen and me?  Why did you warn me?”

He gasped.  “Was... told... foll... owed... instr... be... oth....”  He fell over convulsing, and Randi watched dispassionately until his body stilled.  Then she set about making an accident.

************

Ares sat back, enjoying the warmth and lust that flowed through his veins from Randi’s actions.  He regretted that she would still be unable to remember her actions, but he relished them and the power he gained from them unknowingly.  Besides, he was keeping a record, and one day when he was able to claim her openly as his queen, he would take great pride and joy in sharing them with her.  Until such time, he would appreciate her actions enough for both of them.

“Oh Randi,” he growled low in his throat.  “Can you feel the darkness yet?  Do you understand it?  I can’t wait until you are finally mine... body, heart and soul.  Finally, FINALLY I will have my due!!”

Strangely, though, his laughter was hollow and did not echo through the halls of Olympus.

************

When Gwen arrived home from Midas Wednesday evening, she found Randi sound asleep in their bed wrapped around Gwen’s pillow.  Nothing seemed to rouse her, and her mind flashed back to similar happenings.  She crawled into bed and curled herself around the warrior, hoping she could locate Randi in their dreamscape – wondering what could have gone so wrong to have caused this.  She never saw the blood and gore.  The cleaning closet had rinsed it all away before she came home.  But it couldn’t remove it from Randi’s subconscious mind, and it was there Gwen hoped to find some answers.


Chapter X

Gwen got up frustrated.  She’d been unable to find Randi, and she felt in her very soul it was important.  Something had happened to wipe the warrior completely out and she clearly remembered the darkness that had sent Randi down for the count the last time.  She chanced to wonder if something aside from a reaction to the scar medication had taken place that first time in the park, knowing what she did now, but knew there was no way to find an answer to that on her own.  She moved to the vid phone.  Hopefully she could find some of the answers she needed so she could find Randi in their dreams.  She input her information and waited.

“Gwen!  This is a pleasant surprise.  How are ya?”

“I’m....”  She blew out a frustrated breath.  “Tiny, where did Randi go and what did she find?”  Tiny blinked at her stupidly.  He hadn’t expected....  Well, things certainly had changed between them.  He thought back wistfully to the days before Gwen understood who they were or what they did.  He’d never had to worry about being broadsided by questions like these.  On the other hand, he wouldn’t change the life Randi and Gwen had earned for themselves either.  Guess there’s no give without some take he thought to himself.  “TINY!” Gwen growled.

“Sorry, Gwen.  Woolgathering there for a minute.  She just went on a brief scouting mission – in and out kinda thing.  She found what we believe is a decoy operation so we’ve gotta go digging and see what else we can find because there is obviously more there.”

“You’re sure?  I mean, nothing else happened?”

Tiny’s expression changed only subtly, but Gwen was watching for the nuances and felt him come more alert and wary with her question.  “Why do you ask?”

“Because she came home and collapsed.  I was just concerned she might have gotten hurt or something.”

Tiny relaxed perceptibly.  “Nope.  I debriefed her myself.  She was a little frustrated over the set-up she found, but she was unhurt.  She’d probably just out of shape.”

“Excuse me?” Gwen asked with a raised eyebrow, knowing exactly what sort of shape Randi was in.  “Tiny, if anything, she is in better shape than she was in before....” trailing off, knowing where those thoughts led.

Tiny chuckled.  “I’ll take your word for that, Gwen.  No, I meant mentally.  This kind of stuff can be... hell, it is very exhausting, even when you’re doing it regularly, and Randi has deliberately let those skills rust.”  He became serious, a kernel of worry gnawing at the back of his mind.  “Let her rest.  If you’re still concerned when she gets up, or if she’s not up by say, tomorrow afternoon, let me know, will ya?  I didn’t want her going by herself, but you know how she is when she’s decided something.”

Gwen chuckled.  “Yeah, I’ve run into that a time or two myself.  Thanks, Tiny.  I was a little concerned.  This is all... a little new for me.  I mean, she never let me see before, ya know?”

“Yeah, Hon.  I understand what you mean.  Sleeping or meditating is the easiest way to decompress, and like I said, she’s really not in shape for this kind of work anymore.  I....”

“Tiny, do you think she was in danger going out?” when the silence had grown too long.

“No, Gwen.  Not at all or she wouldn’t have been given the information.  Randi was the best... still is the best actually.  Her mind is just not in the same frame of thinking that it was before.”  He saw the flash of... Concern? Anger? Frustration? flicker across her eyes.  “Gwen, don’t take it to heart.  This was a one time thing.  Something she did because it was personal.  I don’t expect it to continue.”

Gwen tried to smile, not liking the feeling that worried at her guts.  “I imagine you’re right, Tiny.  Now that she’s gotten you involved, maybe she will be content to stay out of it.”  She paused and thought about how that sounded.  “No offense, but you know what I mean.”

“Yep, I sure do, and I can’t in all fairness say I blame you for that attitude either.  We’ll do what we can to keep it from becoming any more personal.”

“Thanks, Tiny... and thanks for letting me worry in your ear.  It’s a little different when I know what I’m worrying over.”

Tiny smiled compassionately.  “I know, Gwen.  Welcome to the elite Sabre family.  Anytime you need to ask questions or vent or just need someone to worry to, you know how to reach me.  Day or night, Hon, Reed and I are here for you both.”

“I know that, Tiny, and I can’t tell you how I appreciate it.  It works both ways, you know.”

“I know, and when it gets warmer we may just drop in on the two of you for a few days.”

Gwen gave the big man a genuine smile this time.  “If Reed can manage, we’d love to have you.  Just let me know when.”

“Absolutely,” Tiny laughed.  “It’s a date.”

Gwen cut the connection feeling better but still needing answers for the nagging upset in her belly.  She looked carefully in the directory but couldn’t find a listing for Sky so she put in a search request and went to fix herself a bite of supper.  The information was waiting for her when she returned from the kitchen and she placed her call, hoping Sky would be able to provide her with some of the answers she sought.  “I’m unavailable at the moment.  Please leave a message.”  Gwen dropped her head onto the console in sheer disappointment.  She might get her answers, but they weren’t going to be in time to help her today.  She gritted her teeth, then left a message for Sky to call her as soon as he was able, making it possible for him to cut into any other communications.  Then she decided to call and talk to her folks... just because.

************

“Geoff, did Gwen seem a little off to you tonight?”  Jill rubbed his legs hard ensuring the best circulation she could administer.

Geoff thought about their recent conversation with their daughter.  “I dunno, Sweetheart.  She... mmm... seemed a little... ow... uptight.  I-yi-yi... I put it down to... ow... her returning to performance and...ummmm... those new formats she and Tommy are working on.  Ouch.  You think it was... hmmm... more than that?”  He groaned every time Jill hit another knot in the muscles of his legs.  Slowly, surely, Geoff was regaining his mobility, but it was coming at a steep price.

It was never going to be the same as it had been, but he had been losing his strength and abilities for years.  His accident merely hastened the process.  Some days, when the pain was overwhelming, he wondered why he was fighting so hard to regain something that would never, could never be fully restored.  Then he caught the look on Jill’s face as she cared for him and realized aside from not wanting to be a burden to her or himself if he was perfectly honest, he wanted to be able to love her completely again.  He’d never realized how he took that for granted between them until that ability was taken away.  And though she’d never complained, he was less than satisfied with what he was able to do – for her and with her.  So he pushed everyday, hoping to make just a little more progress; gain a little more control; feel a little more sensation.  And every night he paid the price for his impatience though admittedly some nights were definitely worse than others.  Tonight he put his pain and exhaustion aside to consider what Jill had said.  She watched him drop into an inward study at her question, so she continued her massage and let him think.

Finally he turned his attention back to Jill.  “Can I ask what makes you think there is something wrong?”

Jill shrugged and narrowed her eyes in thought.  “Just a feeling.  She seemed off-balance, almost distant.  Call it a mom thing.”

Geoff cursed himself silently for not paying closer attention to Gwen’s attitude and mood.  He gave Jill a smile though.  “A mom thing, huh?  Well, I can’t claim that, but since your mom thing detector went off, we’ll keep an eye on her next time and see if we can figure out what the problem is.  It could be she’s just tired too.  I seem to remember being a newlywed could be exhausting.”  He smiled sadly at her.

Jill snorted.  “I seem to recall being an old married and being exhausted just last night, Old Man,” seeing the unexpected delight in his eyes and getting the grin she’d been hoping for in response.  “Now let me finish up this massage.  Some of us need a little rest and recovery time, you know.”

Though he would never have believed it, he fell in love with her just a little more right then, and they put aside all other concerns and basked in the warmth they felt in being together.  Tomorrow would be soon enough to worry about shadowy trepidations.

************

Gwen called Tommy just before bed, letting him know that Randi had returned and explaining to him that neither of them would likely be in to work the following day.  For that ability alone, Gwen was thrilled for her departure from teaching.  It had been much harder to simply take a day off with little or no notice when she had students to consider.

“Is she all right, Gwen?”

“Yeah, T.  Just exhausted, and I’d rather not leave her alone.  I’m going to start working on some new kids stories to go with that new format,” saying nothing about the second option.  She and Randi had yet to discuss that, and she still wasn’t sure she wanted to commit to something so personal being exposed to the world.

“That’s fine, Hon.  You let me know when you feel comfortable enough to go live with it and we’ll set up a crew.  I’m working on a list of locations for you to pick and choose from.  I thought we’d keep it near home for now.”

Gwen smiled.  “Well, I’ve got a couple of ideas in that direction myself.  It’ll be interesting to see if we are on the same wavelength.”

Tommy laughed.  “Bet we are.”  He turned away from the monitor for a moment and nodded his head before turning back.  “Ella said she’ll drop by tomorrow and bring lunch for ya’ll.”  His voice dropped to a loud whisper.  “Nod and say yes, please.  I think she is ready for some good girl talk.”

Now it was the bard’s turn to chuckle.  “Tell her to come early, T.  I can always do girl talk.  The stories are always there.”

“Thanks, Gwen,” Ella called out over his shoulder.  “I’ll bring cinnamon rolls.”

Tommy pouted.  “She loves you more than she loves me.  I get cold cereal for breakfast.  You get cinnamon rolls.”

Ella’s face appeared over Tommy’s shoulder in the screen.  “Gwen, will you excuse us?  I think my husband is having some memory issues that need to be addressed immediately.”

Gwen nodded, unable to control the mirth in her expression at the devilment that danced in Ella’s eyes and the bemusement that was reflected in Tommy’s.  “Go on, you two.  I’ll see you in the morning.”

Gwen set the alarm codes and turned out the lights, then moved over to the French doors and looked at the moonlit path on the water.  She couldn’t stop the chill that skittered up her spine, feeling alone for the first time since Randi’s return.  She finally felt deep in her soul that whatever Aphrodite had warned her of had actually started, and there was nothing to do but see it through to its conclusion.  Gwen just wished she knew when that conclusion was going to be.

It was the scent of hot cinnamon rolls that pulled Randi from the depths of sleep earlier than Gwen expected to see her.  But the sleep-rumpled picture she made standing at the door of their bedroom made Gwen smile and hold out a hand in welcome.  Ella watched, tickled by their interactions.  Randi shuffled over to the couch that Gwen was curled up on and stretched out her length, laying her head in Gwen’s lap and sighing in contentment.  Without a word, Gwen offered her a roll, and Randi merely closed her eyes and opened her mouth, waiting to be fed.

“Awfully trusting there, aren’t you Warrior?  I mean, I could ask Ella to bring me some Brussels sprouts for you or something,” trying not to chuckle at the screwed-up face Randi made or the pout that followed.  Then rolled her eyes when Randi flashed puppy dog eyes in her direction, and she capitulated gracefully.  “Here,” she said.  “Open wide.”  Randi smiled smugly before opening her mouth and closing her eyes once more.  “So how is he enjoying it?” Gwen asked, turning her conversation back to Ella who was grinning unrepentantly.  Gwen rolled her eyes again and shook her head, feeding Randi another piece of roll.

“He loves it,” Ella said.  “He gets to be with other kids and he’s making all kind of new friends.  I think it’s gonna work out to be a good thing for all of us.  And he’s suddenly interested in so many new things.  We’ve started reading with him instead of just to him.”

A shoulder nudged Gwen in the belly.  “What’d I miss?” mumbling around a bite of roll.

“Randall.  He’s in school now a couple days a week.  He just started this semester.”

One blew eye cracked open and rolled in Ella’s direction.  “Already?  Isn’t he a little young?”

Ella smiled patiently, having had the same argument with Tommy until he’d seen the difference in Randall’s demeanor.  “He is just the right age – old enough to already be potty-trained and young enough to look forward to it as a new and exciting experience everyday.  Besides, his speech therapist thinks it will do him a world of good to be around other children.”

Randi rolled over slightly so she was facing Ella and asked seriously, “They don’t make fun?”

“Not that I’ve heard about yet anyway, and you’d think that I would.  But I can already hear improvements in his speech.  He definitely knows more words than he did just a few weeks ago.”

Randi chuckled.  “Can’t wait til he starts bringing home words you have to explain.  But I’m glad he’s doing so well.  He’s a good kid.”

“And you’re completely unbiased naturally,” Gwen replied teasingly as she combed through the dark locks spilled across her lap.

“Of course, Randi agreed.  “He’s my nephew, after all.”

“And to hear Tommy tell it, he’s just like you.”

A shadow passed over Randi’s face and Gwen felt the chill, but Randi merely smiled in Ella’s direction.  “You have my sincere sympathies.  I don’t think the world is ready for another one like me.”  She chuckled.  “At least Tommy had me to practice on first.”

Ella laughed outright.  “That helps, believe me.  Now how are things going in the story department?  Tommy told me ya’ll were gonna try something new?”  And the conversation turned to less worrisome subjects though Gwen could feel the subtle upset in the body that rested on hers.  She made a mental note to find its source as soon as she was decently able.

“You all right, Love?”  Gwen jumped immediately into the conversation as soon as Ella was safely away.  Randi frowned slightly.

“I’m fine, Sweetheart.  Why do you ask?”

Gwen turned and looked Randi full in the face then caught her chin in her fingertips and gazed into her bright blue eyes.  What she found there baffled her.  There was nothing – nothing upsetting anyway.  The wariness Randi had shown her before she’d left on her scouting trip was gone.  The fear Gwen had seen after the incident on their honeymoon was missing.  It was as though nothing had happened.  Gwen shook her head in confusion and turned, moving away from Randi to grab a drink from the fridge.  “I was just concerned.  You seemed so exhausted....”  Gwen broke off, not wanting to upset Randi about the lack of a dreamscape before she had a chance to talk to Sky.

Randi came up behind Gwen, putting her hands on her waist and resting her chin on the blonde head.  “I was exhausted.  It’s been so long since I did anything like this, I’m out of shape.  But it’ll get better.”

Gwen turned in her arms now, putting her hands against Randi’s shoulders in a move that both moved them closer together and simultaneously pushed them apart.  “Excuse me?  What do you mean it’ll get better?  I thought it was understood that this was a one time thing.”

Randi’s expression never changed, but Gwen felt the chill build between them as though an icy wind had blown through the house.  She pushed back a little more, stepping out of Randi’s embrace. Randi’s hands fell to her sides.  Gwen looked up at Randi almost accusingly.  “It wasn’t a one-time thing, was it?”

“I can’t honestly say yet, Gwen, but given what I know right now, probably not.  I do know that we are targets; we are specific targets.  I don’t know why yet, but I also know that where I got sent was some kind of decoy.  I may have to go to my own sources and see what they can dig up.”  Her eyes grew distant and her voice grew thoughtful.  Gwen walked completely away from Randi, her movement startling Randi from her musing.  She started to speak, then bit her lip and crossed into their bedroom, only to re-emerge a moment later with her jacket.  A perplexed frown crossed Randi’s face.  “What the hell?  Where do you think you’re going??”

“Out,” Gwen said succinctly.  “I need some space.”  She felt as though she was being pushed so great was her sudden need to escape.  She vaguely remembered Aphrodite’s words and went with the feeling though she wondered why it felt as though she was escaping from something instead of leaving on her own terms.

Randi grabbed her arm in a gentle but unbreakable grasp.  “You wanna explain to me what just happened here?  What’s going on?”

Gwen reached up and removed the fingers clasped around her wrist.  “I don’t want to talk right now, and I don’t want to fight.  I am pretty pissed right now, and anything I say is going to cause an argument so I’m going out.”

“Pissed?  Why?  At me?  I’ll go....”

“NO!  I need time to think away from you.  Now please let me go before I say something I can’t take back.”

Randi looked into pained green eyes and dropped Gwen’s hand as though it were on fire.  Without another word, she turned her back and walked to the French doors, staring sightlessly out at the vista that lay before her.  Gwen lifted a hand then let it fall, spinning on her heel and leaving by the front door.  She closed it softly, but Randi felt the click as though it had been slammed, and she visibly flinched.  Then she let her mind go into a place where nothing existed and she focused on nothing at all.

Gwen didn’t have a destination in mind – she just put the transport in gear and let it go.  For several hours she drove, trying to lose the coldness she’d felt cut into her heart at the realization that Randi was falling back into the familiar patterns of a Sabre.  What really hurt though was the fact that not only was Randi allowing that to happen, but that she was doing so knowing how Gwen felt about it.

"Maybe you should tell her again."

Gwen had stopped at their glade and was sitting in the oak they usually reclined beneath.  Her eyes were focused in the water beyond, but she didn't really see it.   It was the sound of another voice in their private place that brought her back to her surroundings and made her look up.  "Artemis?"

The goddess stretched out in a comfortable niche formed by several intertwined branches, shifting her bow and quiver to a more secure position and subtly approving of Gwen's choice of thinking spots.  Then she frowned.  This love thing was not her gig, but Gwen, whether she remembered it or not, was still her Chosen and Artemis had asked Dite to let her handle the situation this time.  "Why did you leave, Gwen?  Why didn't you stay and fight?"

A frown creased Gwen's forehead.   "Artemis, Dite told me I was going to have to leave to win.  Besides, this fight would have gotten ugly.  Randi knows how I feel about this.  We've discussed it before."

Artemis sighed and rubbed her eyes in a surprisingly human gesture.  "Gwen, it's not going to be that easy.  Tell me – did it feel like the right thing to do?  Leaving instead of fighting, I mean.  Do you think when you go home the issue will just go away?"

Gwen shrugged.  "I know if I had stayed and fought, it would have gotten nasty.   She really pissed me off with this."

Artemis blew out a breath.  "Gwen, I want you to think about this with your heart and not your head.  Regardless of the fight it would have caused if you'd stayed, did leaving feel like the right thing to do?  Are you in a place you can accept Randi's decision without a fight?"

Gwen scrunched her eyebrows in thought.  "I...."

"Listen very carefully to me, Gwen.  You're going to have to fight for her, for you, for you both as a couple.  Only when the time is right, when you know in your heart and your head and the very depths of your soul that the time has come to walk away and let Randi make the final decision, should you walk away.  Because when you walk, it has to be with the knowledge that it may be for the last time – not because you wanted to avoid a fight, all right?"

Gwen closed her eyes, defeated.  "A fight for her soul," she whispered.

"Exactly.  And you have a lot of support... more than you're aware of.  But the ultimate fight, the ultimate responsibility is yours.  We can only provide assistance and encouragement, but we are going to do our best to give you all the guidance we can.”

Gwen closed her eyes.  “Thanks, Artemis.  I need to get back.  I should have stayed to talk this out.  It’s just....”

The goddess covered Gwen’s hand with her own.  “It’s hard, I know.  It’s going to get harder before you win, but I am confident you will win.  And we’ll be here to help you as much as we can.”

Gwen smiled and squeezed the warm hand holding hers.  “Even when I screw up?”

Artemis smiled.  “Especially then.”

Gwen stood and dropped from her branch to the ground and Artemis appeared beside her once more.  “I think I’ll go pick up some barbeque for dinner.  Randi and I need to talk, and she needs to understand I’m not giving up on her.”

“Good girl,” Artemis answered, cupping her cheek.  “Don’t forget the fried apple pies.”

Gwen laughed.  “No way.  That’s the best part.  Thanks, Artemis.”

“Thank you, Gwen.  Keep the faith, Child.  Nothing worth having is ever easy.” 

“No wonder this is so difficult.”  Gwen smiled at the arched eyebrow.  “What Randi and I have together is priceless.”  That statement got her a genuine grin.

“Here,” Artemis said extending her hand.  Gwen proffered her hand to accept the goddess’s gift.  “A reminder.”

Gwen examined the amulet – a triple-twist, eternal twining of blue and green shell hung from a gold chain.  “It’s beautiful.  Thank you, Artemis.”

Artemis helped Gwen put the chain around her neck, then waited until she was on her way before her smile fell and her shoulders slumped.  She didn’t even flinch when two forms appeared one on either side of her.

 “You did good, Art.”

“You think so, Dite?  I mean, this really isn’t what I do.  Especially not when we suspect Ares was influencing her actions.”

“Trust me, Babe.  You did a totally rocking thing.  She gets it.  That necklace will be a continual reminder.  And she’ll fight until it is time to leave.”

“Will she be able to leave though?” Athena asked.  “I’ve never seen a bonding like theirs survive separation.”

“It’ll be that bonding that gives her the strength to go, and Randi the will to understand,” Dite answered, hoping in her heart of hearts she was right.  The three of them disappeared without leaving a trace of their passage.

Randi came back to her surroundings after an eternity of idle speculation.  She didn’t know if she was angry at Gwen, at herself or just because.  Then she realized that Gwen was out and about alone while there was a legitimate threat on her life and well-being.

Without hesitation she moved over to her console, going into a secure area Gwen wasn’t even aware of.  In minutes, she was networking with her Sabre compatriots, making them aware of the urgency of her situation to the extent she was comfortable sharing.  The Sabre unit didn’t take lightly the threat to one of their own, especially after what had happened to their previous commandant.  Even less when the threat was made against the one who had given her all for the salvation of mankind.  And in their minds, Gwen and Randi were one in the same.  Randi presented Gwen as being the one threatened, and much as they had done when Gwen had made her walkabout trek after Randi’s death, they again stepped up to the plate for their comrade, vowing to keep her safe when Randi was unavailable to do so.  Gwen would be none the wiser for their surveillance.

Sighing, Randi nodded her approval at the arrangement, knowing each and every Sabre would do their utmost to keep the bard safe, no matter what.  For the rest – well, they didn’t need to know all the facts yet.  This was her responsibility to take care of.  She had a feeling there would be plenty of action for everyone before all was said and done.  The whole situation just set her Sabre instincts right off the scale.

With that thought in mind, she turned her attention to her old contact network.  She sent out feelers and inquiries through every discrete channel she had accessibility to.  Unlike what had been left to her to handle before, Randi wasn’t going to rely on anyone else to clean up for her.  She’d learned a long time ago that taking out the garbage herself assured her it would be done to her satisfaction.

She didn’t consider it to be a form of lying – either to her fellow Sabres or to Gwen.  For too long she had survived by the rule of need to know.  As far as she was concerned, at this point no one needed to know everything.  Now however, she had to convince Gwen that she was only doing what was best for both of them.  She turned her thoughts back to Gwen, trying to understand her upset and the unusual reaction Gwen had given her.  She was still at a loss to really know why Gwen had simply left instead of talking things out with her.

Her work done, Randi came to the realization the Gwen had been gone a very long time and darkness was swiftly approaching with no sign of her return.  Randi moved quickly through the house, grabbing her jacket and walking to the door just in time to see the extension for the bridge activate. Randi blew out a breath of relief and padded back to their bedroom to hang up her jacket before cranking up the fireplace and assuming a seat on the couch.  She would wait to see what Gwen’s state of mind was before determining a course of action.

Randi could almost time to the second how long it would be before she felt the soft hum of the transport pull into the garage.  Once she felt it, she knew it would be mere moments before Gwen came in the door.  One minute passed and became two, and still Gwen didn’t come in the house.  Randi wondered if perhaps something had happened or if she was simply continuing her pique at her.  She rose from her seat and went to the door, resolute in her decision to have things out between them tonight.

She opened the door... then rushed to Gwen’s side to alleviate some of the evident burden she carried.  They spent a long moment looking into one another’s eyes without moving, each subtly nodding in satisfaction at what they found reflected back to them though Gwen noted the fear and worry that lurked in the back of Randi’s blue eyes.  “I brought dinner,” Gwen said somewhat unnecessarily given the fact that they were now juggling the fragrant containers between them.

“I see that,” Randi replied.  “It smells good.  Did you... did you have a good ride?”

Gwen shrugged.  “It was very personally enlightening.  I owe you an apology for running out without telling you why I was upset and where I was going.  I didn’t mean to worry you but....”

“I know.  And I didn’t... I mean....”  Randi trailed off, unsure of what to say.

They reached the door and passed through, setting the boxes on the table before Randi set the alarms.  Gwen went to hang up her jacket, remembering Artemis’ words, and thinking of the brief exchange she had shared with Rosie – or rather the words of advice the shamaness had offered her.

Don’t accuse her, Gwen, and don’t assume.  State your concerns clearly and precisely, then listen to her answers and her own concerns.  There are things going on here – well, I don’t think even the gods have all the threads yet.  I know none of us understand it all.  Let your love guide you.

Gwen took a seat and waited for Randi to do the same before she covered Randi’s hand with her own.  Randi immediately curled strong fingers around Gwen’s own and looked up into the gentle, open face.  “I think we need to talk.”


Chapter XI

“Why did you leave?”  Not an accusation – merely a question of the facts.

Gwen closed her eyes a moment before looking at Randi with complete honesty.  “You made me angry,” stated flatly, and Randi winced. “I wanted time to decide what to say to you before having to say it because I didn’t want to start a fight.  I still don’t, but we’ve got to talk about this.”  She didn’t mention her talk with the goddesses or the fact that her leaving was an eventuality they were going to have to face – this just simply hadn’t been the right time.

“Even if we fight about it?” not letting go of the hand she held, and noting that Gwen had a rather tight grip of her own going.

“Even if we disagree,” Gwen corrected mildly.  “I mean, we’re two reasonable – usually – rational – mostly – adults.”  Gwen grinned in return at the smile her qualifiers garnered her.  “There’s no reason we can’t talk about this or anything else as such.”  Gwen took a deep breath and looked down.  “We’re not always going to agree, and God knows no relationship can survive in a perpetual ‘Yes, Dear’ honeymoon state.  However, we do need to be able to talk about anything and everything, and I was wrong to leave without talking first.”  She looked up at Randi now, tears barely visible in her green eyes.  “I’m sorry – forgive me?”

Randi rose, pulling Gwen up with her, then reseated herself with Gwen cozily wrapped in her embrace on her lap.  “Only if you forgive me as well.”

Gwen pulled back just slightly to be able to look into Randi’s eyes.  “What for?” she asked with a perplexed frown. Randi hugged her tighter and Gwen curled contentedly into her neck.

“For whatever it was I did to upset you.  You’ve never walked away from me before so I must have done something....”

Randi glanced down when she felt the movement, then smiled when she realized the woman in her arms was shaking her head.  Gwen looked up, her shaking tapering off at the genuine love she saw gazing back at her from clear blue eyes.  “You are too precious.  I love you,” urging Randi’s head down for a kiss.

“I love you back,” whispered against soft lips before passion took over for a long moment.  When they pulled away they were both grinning.

“God, we’re good at that,” Gwen said, licking her lips.  Randi’s nostrils flared slightly and she simply nodded her head.  “However,” she said turning serious, “further practice will have to wait until we are done talking.  Agreed?”  Randi stood and waited for Gwen to put her feet on the floor before moving to hold her chair. Gwen sat with a puzzled expression on her face.

“I cannot think to talk if you are close enough to offer that sort of temptation.  Besides,” she added with a smile as both of their stomachs growled in tandem.  “I’m starving, and it sounds like you are as well.  C’mon.  Let’s eat and we can talk.”

Gwen took a bite and slowly chewed as she decided the best way to begin this discussion.  “Um....”  She cleared her throat.  “I was angry for two reasons.  The first was because you were involving yourself in Sabre matters again, and that... I don’t like it.  At all.”  She held up a hand when Randi took a deep breath to speak.  “Wait – please.  I like the people I have met. Sabres are wonderful individuals.  But as a unit... as a group of people who do what they do... I have a real problem with them reinserting themselves into your life.  Even at your own request.  Especially at your own request.  That was the other reason I was angry.  It seemed like you were deliberately going against my wishes on this – like you didn’t care how I felt.  And since you shut me out of your dreams....”

Randi put her fork down and sat quietly for a long few minutes processing Gwen’s words.  Finally she cleared her throat and spoke softly, addressing what was bothering her most first.  “Why run though?  Why not stay and talk to me?”  There was hurt in Randi’s voice that though well hidden, Gwen felt.

“Because I really was furious.  I can’t explain... it was a fire licking through my veins – like I was being goaded away from you for some reason.  But after I got out of here and I had a chance to think about things, I realized I had been completely unfair to both of us.  You’re not going to know how I feel unless I tell you, and visa versa.  I owe you the courtesy of listening to you before I jump to any sort of conclusion.  I can’t say I won’t still react emotionally, but at least you’ll know why you’re getting that reaction.”

She smiled tremulously at Randi and received a gentle smile in return.  “Thank you,” Randi said.  A brief pause.  “Um, where did this come from?” reaching out and lifting the amulet with her fingertips.  “I don’t remember seeing it before.”

Gwen covered Randi’s hand, and they felt the stone warm between them.  “Artemis.  She came to give me a talking to; she gave me this as a reminder to talk first always.  Though you’d think as a bard I’d know that,” said with more than a hint of irony.

“It’s beautiful.  It reminds me of....”

“Us,” they said simultaneously.  They smiled then slowly separated their hands and resumed eating.

“Would you... do you want to talk about the rest of it?  I know what I said bothered you, Love, but it was the honest truth.  I realize my anger was motivated by my fear of losing you again, but I’d really like to understand your side as well.  I know, despite my earlier actions that there is more behind this than just control or whatever.” 

“Yes.  You deserve to understand as much as I can explain.”  Pushing back from the table by mutual consent, they cleaned up and moved to the couch as quickly as was doable.  Gwen sat in one corner and Randi stretched out along its length, laying her head in Gwen’s lap and closing her eyes when gentle hands began to comb through her hair.  “First, I need to know – when did I shut you out of the dreamscape?”

Gwen leaned down and brushed a kiss across Randi’s forehead.  “That was an unfair accusation, Love... I’m sorry. I don’t know if you shut me out or your exhaustion meant you were sleeping too deeply to even go into the dreamscape or if I was trying to hard to find you or if I just needed Sky to guide me to you.  When you got back from your scouting mission and dropped into that same sleep you did after the incident in the mountains....”  Sad blue eyes opened and gazed at Gwen in stark memory.  Gwen cupped Randi’s face with one hand.  “I know, Sweetheart.  I’m sorry.  But that’s why I got so concerned.  I couldn’t reach you.  I couldn’t even find you.”

“I don’t remember dreaming at all.  I was so tired.”  She hesitated.  “It was a very strange trip.”

“How so?”

“It wasn’t... it was almost like a set-up.  Hell, it was a set-up, but I can’t for the life of me figure out why.  You weren’t taken; I wasn’t attacked.  It was just weird.  I found what I was sent to find, but not what I expected to be there.”

“I don’t understand.”

“I know, and I’m sorry.  There’s really no way to explain it other than the whole thing sets off my squick meter in a big way.”

“You’re going to keep doing this, aren’t you – going to keep pushing this agenda?” asked flatly without malice or rancor.

Randi nodded slowly.  “I have to for now.  Something or someone is stalking us, and I need to know who and why.  I’ve gone outside the Sabre chain of command to see what my own sources can find.  My instincts tell me that if I can find out what is behind it, the Sabres will be justified in, um... resolving the situation.”

Gwen smiled sadly.  “I want you to know then, for the record, that I don’t like it.  It feels like you are being manipulated, and you’re giving them exactly what they want by resorting to Sabre tactics.  I lost you to them once.  I don’t want to lose you again... to them or anything else.”

Randi sat up, twisting until she and Gwen had shifted and Randi was holding onto Gwen.  She tenderly cradled her in a hug, carefully enveloping her in loving warmth.  Randi rocked them both until she felt Gwen relax and her own heartbeat slow.  Only then did she pull back slightly and look into the green eyes she loved.  “I understand, Love.  And I want you to understand that I’m not doing this in spite of you, but because of us.  I will do whatever it takes, short of dy... leaving you again to ensure that we are safe.  I have to; it’s part and parcel of who I am.”

“I understand that, Warrior... very, very well.  That is why it scares me.  You’re the best, and I lost you anyway.  I couldn’t live through that again.”  The last whispered so low it was barely audible.

Randi bit her lip.  She’d known Gwen still had nightmares about her death, but she hadn’t realized the depth of her fear.  She drew a deep breath and hugged Gwen tighter to her.  “Can I be totally honest with you?” asked softly, waiting for the blonde head to nod.  “I couldn’t survive it once.  That’s why I have to do this.  If I can find out who is behind this, the Sabres can take care of it.  Because I’m fairly certain this is gonna trace back to a central core of rebels.”

“So why not just wipe them out now?”

“I have to find them first.  That’s why I went on the scouting mission; that’s why I have my own feelers out looking for these guys.  I need to know who is behind it.”

Gwen sighed, her breath warming Randi’s neck and chest.  “I still don’t like it, but I do understand.”  A pause.  “You will keep me posted on everything?”

“As much as I can, love.”

“And you’ll turn it over...?”

“As quickly as possible.”

Another sigh.  “I guess that will have to be enough for now, but I reserve the right to come back and object to anything and everything as I see fit.”

Randi smiled and gave Gwen a big squeeze.  “As long as we’re talking about things.”

“No more running, Stud.  I promise.”

************

“GODDAMN YOU, GWEN!!!  YOU PROMISED ME!!!”  Randi flung her nearly full glass of wine into the fire, watching dispassionately as the flames flared, greedily consuming the alcohol they’d been offered.  “You promised me,” she whispered as sank to her knees.  Tiny moved up behind her and reached out, only to stop short when he felt the growl coming from deep in her chest.  “Don’t.”  He let his hands drop but didn’t leave Randi, knowing sooner or later he was going to be needed.  Tiny doubted she would ask for help though so he just stepped out of her sensory perception and waited.  “You promised me,” so softly it broke Tiny’s heart to hear it.

Her shoulders dropped and Randi covered her face with her hands.  This wasn’t how things were supposed to be.  The war was over and they had won.  So why did it feel like she’d lost everything that had mattered?

************

Things settled for Randi and Gwen after that, at least for a little while.  Randi made more of an effort to talk to Gwen – to ensure the bard knew what was going on, mostly.  For her part, Gwen made sure to be even more open and honest with Randi, reassuring with both words and actions.  And they discovered that their fight had made them a stronger couple – more willing to talk and disagree, but comfortable that they would be all right.

Then the second missive arrived at Midas for Randi, and life began to tailspin away from them.

************

Tiny frowned as he turned from the vid phone in Sky’s study.  It wasn’t encrypted like their comm center at home, but the priority on the message he’d received had rendered it imperative that Tiny contact the unit in the most expedient manner possible.  So he’d taken all the precautions he could manage and called.

They had been in the heart of Reed’s tribe for some time, and she was finally reaching a point in her shielding that made it comfortable for her to be exposed to almost anything.  Her ultimate test, a face-to-face with Gwen and Randi, was scheduled to come fairly soon and now this.

Sky didn’t question what Tiny’s urgent consultation had been about.  He didn’t really need to.  The troubled expression on Tiny’s face was enough for Sky to know that things were finally beginning to move.  He also recognized that Tiny would not share what was bothering him with anyone other than Reed.  So Sky excused himself almost casually.  “I am going to start dinner.  I will call you when it is ready.”

The two Sabres watched him out of sight, then turned to one another with identical smiles.  “Subtle,” they said to one another, and without thought moved into each other’s embrace to soak in the love and comfort the other provided.

“It is so bad?” Reed asked unnecessarily.  Aside from the unease she felt flowing from Tiny in waves, the fact that the Sabres had contacted them here in the midst of work they knew was imperative for Reed’s survival spoke volumes.

Tiny shook his head, his brow furrowed.  “I’m not sure.  It’s... disturbing.”

Reed pulled back enough to look into his face, then reached up and smoothed the creases in his forehead.  “Tell me,” she commanded.

He released her from his hold, only to catch her hand in his and lead her to sit beside him on the couch.  His free hand ran over his face and scrubbed through his hair before Reed caught it in hers.  He smiled at her weakly.  “I’m not trying not to answer.  I’m just trying to find the best place to start.”

She smiled back at Tiny.  “I’ve always found the beginning to be a good place.”

“Well, how about the most recent developments?  I think you’re pretty much up to speed on everything else.”

“That works for me,” she said, squeezing his hand.  Tiny clasped both of hers in his and blew out a deep breath.

“You remember that Randi contacted us when she received a message from the Skinhead Faction.”  He waited for Reed to nod her head, remembering the day he’d been away from her giving Randi the information, and the several days after that it had taken for the odd, residual aura Randi left behind to completely dissipate on its own.  “What she found was a... a decoy.  Some sort of set-up.  That was obvious to everyone who read her report.”  Reed nodded again, having read the report and wondered why Randi had been sent to a place that was so obviously not real.  “We’ve had a few other fires sprout up in other places – nothing major, but enough to indicate that rebel activity is increasing and becoming better organized.  Nothing on the level of Ghost Rider’s management, but still more coordinated than they have been since her death.  Anyway, because of that a team didn’t investigate Randi’s findings until just recently.”

“And?” Reed questioned when the silence went on too long.

“They don’t know.  The decoy outpost was left alone just like Randi said it would be.  But it had been wiped clean.”

“By the rebels?”

Tiny looked at Reed with distressed eyes.  “They don’t know.”  His voice dropped to a whisper.  “But I don’t think so.”

“You think Randi...?”

He drew a deep breath and exhaled slowly.  “There was a warehouse not too far from the decoy site.  It went up in flames the same night.  Every indication makes it out to be an accident.”

“But...?”

“But it is too much of a coincidence for me to accept as accidental.”

“Were there bodies or remains?”

“Remains, but not enough to tell how many perished or if they were alive or dead when the fire started.  A few handful of ashes.”

“A very hot fire then.”

Tiny nodded.  “Given what appears to have caused the explosion, it’s a wonder it didn’t take out the entire block.  That’s another thing that bothers me about the whole situation, actually.  It should have taken out the entire block, and yet it was contained in that one warehouse.”  He paused.  “And it looks like Randi may start trying to handle things outside of the Sabre chain.  Word on the street is she’s got feelers out, but no one is saying enough for us to pinpoint anything definite.”

“So what do we do?”

Tiny turned and faced her squarely.  “Gwen has invited us to spend a couple days at the boathouse.  Do you think you’re up to it?”

Reed smiled confidently at Tiny.  “As long as we wait until after Cupid’s holiday.  With them being newlyweds, I’d prefer to be well out of range for that celebration.”

Tiny chuckled ruefully.  “Oooh.  Yeah, I can see your point there.  That could really hurt.”

“Uh huh.  But that doesn’t happen til next week.  You honestly think we can afford to wait that long?”

“I think we can’t afford to chance letting you be there during that.  It could quite possibly ruin all the work we’ve done so far, and I don’t know that we can start over form the beginning without some serious repercussions for you.  If the timing had been different, you’d have built up a tolerance well capable of handling their intensity even during Cupid’s holiday.  But you haven’t and we can’t risk you being hurt or worse by a premature exposure to them.”

“Then call Gwen and see if the weekend following Cupid’s holiday will be okay with them.  That gives us almost another full week to work on the shielding.”

Tiny squeezed Reed’s hands, thankful for the immediate clasp he got in return.  “It’s started, hasn’t it?  This is the beginning.”

Reed closed her eyes, leaned her head on the couch back, and gave him a reluctant nod.  “I think so.  We’re on a slippery slope downhill until it plays out to the end now, I think.”

“We’re gonna win, you know,” he growled so harshly she opened her eyes and saw only fierce determination looking back at her.  “No matter what, we’re going to win.”

“Yes,” she agreed sadly.  “But what a row to hoe in the meantime.  C’mon.  Sky’s cooking something that smells really good, and I’m hungry.  Let’s go see what’s for supper.”  They walked out towards the kitchen hand in hand.

************

The communiqué was not completely unexpected this time, but it was just as unwelcome and just as nasty.  This one was from the Wizards and was as disturbing as the first.

     Perversion of God, (it read)

     You destroyed what was pure and holy, and the time for retribution is at hand.  Vengeance is ours and we will repay so prepare to meet your maker.  Very soon you will be at the gates of hell itself and justice will be satisfied
     The Wizards will reclaim their own.

Randi sat back in her chair, twirling the pen she kept handy for thinking with.  Something wasn’t quite right.  Aside from being practically the same thing the Skinheads had sent her, there was something else niggling at her – something bothering her Sabre sensibilities.  A knock on her door brought her back to the present and she put the pen down on her desk as she beckoned Tommy in.

“What’s up, T?”  The boss man sauntered in and plopped into a seat, leaning back and spreading his legs out comfortably.  Randi smirked at him and gestured as she spoke.  “Please... make yourself at home.”

He grinned back at her unrepentantly.  “Thanks, I will.  God, what a week.”  His expression turned serious.  “Are you all right?  Things okay?”

“Everything’s fine, T.  Why?”

Tommy shrugged.  “Just checking.   My right as a big brother, ya know.  Especially after....”  He broke off when a hardness entered her eyes.

Randi took a deep breath and forced a smile though it didn’t reach her eyes.  “I know.  I appreciate the concern, but everything is okay.”

He nodded, accepting her words and changing the subject in an effort to relieve the tension that now hung heavily between them.  “I’m sorry, Randi.  I just....  Right.”  He stopped when she held up a hand.  “Um... are you and Gwen doing anything special for Cupid’s holiday?”

This time her smile was real and it turned into a chuckle.  “We are newlyweds and this is our first Cupid’s holiday as a couple.  What do you think?”

Tommy grinned sheepishly.  “I think it was a stupid question.  Let me rephrase - what are you and Gwen doing for the holiday?”

Randi gave Tommy a rakish grin that made him blush from head to toe.  Then she leaned forward and whispered.  “I don’t kiss and tell, T.”

His blush was so harsh he expected the blood to issue from his pores from the sheer force of it.  He cleared his throat twice trying to get his voice to work in the proper register.  And it still cracked slightly when he spoke.  <Ahem>  “Yes, well... maybe I should rephrase again?”

Randi laughed.  “You sure you’re up to it?”

“Um, no... not anymore, but I need to know if um.... Can Ella and I... we’d like to borrow your happy place holo-program if you and Gwen don’t have plans to use it.  We’d like to make a day of it with Randall.”

“Absolutely.  You wanna stop by and pick it up tonight?  We can be home til you do.”

“Ya’ll going out?  I can wait to pick it up.”

“We’re gonna be gone the whole weekend.  You wanna wait til Monday?”

“Celebrating early, huh?” he said with a grin.  “Monday’s fine.  We’re not going til Wednesday.”

“All right.  I’ll make you a copy of the programming specs.  It’ll be ready for you Monday afternoon.”

“Thanks, Randi.  I appreciate it.  Can’t wait to see Randall’s face.”

“Make sure you take plenty of pictures.”

Tommy smiled.  “Better – I’ve got the holo-suite set to record the whole adventure.”  He rose from his seat.  “Guess I better get back to work.  Having Gwen back as a bard keeps us all busier.”  Randi’s brow rose in question.  “She... inspires.”  He shook his head.  “Don’t ask... just go with it.  I’ve learned some things are more easily understood if you just accept them and move on.”

“Works for me.” Randi stood and walked out of her office with Tommy.  “I need to make the rounds.  See ya at lunch,” and she headed for the barn at a fast pace.

Tommy watched until she disappeared inside, then padded back to his office. He waited til he heard the sound of rapid hoof beats retreating before turning to his own work and immersing himself in the inner workings that made Midas the success it was.

“Well, this is a pleasant surprise,” Gwen said when Excalibur pulled up outside of her workspace just before the lunch bell rang.  “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“I thought you might like a ride before lunch.  We missed our outing yesterday.”

Gwen hesitated for the split second it took to glance at her screen.  “Let me lock up and we can go.”

Randi smiled and tapped Cal’s sides.  The horse bowed low and Randi dropped her head in tandem with the movement.  “We await your leisure, my lady.”  Gwen felt herself swoon at the gesture and the words.  She moved as quickly as she could to get everything shut down and locked up.  Then she stopped in the doorway to admire the picture before her - Randi sitting astride Excalibur looking out towards the horizon and backlit by the sun.  She covered her mouth with her hand to keep the gasp from escaping, but Randi’s keen hearing picked up the sound anyway.  Her attention immediately focused on the bard standing in the doorway staring at her.  Randi swung her leg over the horse’s butt and slid to the ground.  “Gwen?”

“Wow.  You’re such a beautiful woman, you know that?”

Randi blushed.  She couldn’t help it.  The compliment was so totally unexpected, and from the look on Gwen’s face, completely honest.  She cleared her throat.  “Thank you. I’m glad you think so.”

“I do.  Very much. Now,” she continued before Randi could respond.  “I am ready to ride, fair knight.  Shall we adjourn to luncheon?” she asked haughtily, extending her hand.

Randi accepted the hand, kissing it lightly before escorting Gwen to her noble steed.  “Come, my lady.  A ride before luncheon to whet the appetite, then a short afternoon’s work to complete our tasks before I whisk you off into the sunset.”

Gwen raised an eyebrow.  “Well, that does sound intriguing.  Lead on then, gallant knight.  I feel the stirrings of another story beginning just looking at you.”

Randi barely managed to control the blush and helped Gwen into the saddle before she mounted behind her.  Then they were off on a long circuit around the property.  After all, Randi never did specify exactly when they’d arrive for lunch.  She urged Cal to a gallop and held onto Gwen firmly as the landscape sped by in a blur.

************

“Do you think Gwen will be surprised?”

Geoff turned his head away from the therapist and looked at Jill when she asked the question.  He continued working the muscles in his legs, doing his best not to show the agony he was feeling.  He gritted his teeth and exhaled hard when the man patted his leg and moved away to set up the next torture in Geoff’s personal chamber of horrors.  Without a word Jill walked to his side and wiped the sweat from his brow, pressing a kiss into his forehead.  Geoff leaned against her for a moment, absorbing her wordless comfort.  Then he sat up and smiled at her wryly, blowing out a breath in frustration.

“I hope so.  I know there isn’t a visible difference since we left.  I mean how much real progress can be made in two or three weeks?  But it sure is a good motivator for me knowing they are coming to visit.”

“Wonder why Randi wanted it to be a surprise?”

“I don’t know, but it’s not a hard request to honor.  She asks for so little,” thinking of her appeal when she’d given him Carbon.  “And offers so much in return.”

“I’m glad she and Gwen are finally a settled couple.  Does my heart good to know they have one another.  Especially given what it took to get them to that point.”

The therapist handed the balance stick to Geoff and took a step back.  This was one of the most difficult exercises Geoff had to do – walk to the stretch machine... a grueling six steps away.  Jill waited for him to find his balance before she rubbed his back and kissed his cheek.  He had yet to do this, and he hated for anyone, even her, to see his weakness.  But Geoff loved her enough to have her there when she wanted to be, and Jill loved him enough to give him the privacy he needed to do this.

“I’m going to go get the girls’ room ready.  We’ll be back to pick you up as soon as they get in.”  She turned her attention to the therapist.  “Make sure he gets some rest when you two get finished, please.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Hey!”

Both men spoke at the same time – one with a grin on his face and the other with a mock frown.  Jill just smiled at both of them and waggled her fingers in good-bye as she walked out the door.  Today was shaping up to be the start of a good weekend.


Chapter XII

“So where are we going?” Gwen asked, not anxious but not excited either... just mostly curious.

Randi settled comfortably by her side, glad for the private shuttle she had arranged for them.  It certainly beat being crammed into seats that were inevitably too small for her long frame, and she appreciated the luxury of being able to walk the short distance from their front door to the landing pad.  She idly wondered why Tommy and Ella never took advantage of it before her mind moved on to Gwen’s question.  “Out,” said with as straight a face as she could manage – which was actually pretty impressive except for the twinkle in her blue eyes.  “Oof!” rubbing her belly and mock-glaring in Gwen’s direction.  “Whaddya do that for??”

“What kind of answer was that?” crossing her arms and affecting a small pout.

Randi bit her lips to keep from chuckling at the adorable picture Gwen made.  “The best on you’re gonna get for now,” she replied sternly.  “It’s not that long.  Close your eyes and take a nap.  By the time you wake up we’ll be there.”

“You are so mean to me.”

“I’m so mean?!?  Which one of us was getting beaten up by the other just now, hmm?”

They caught one another’s eyes and burst into laughter at their silliness.  Finally catching their breaths, Gwen pushed on Randi’s shoulder.  “Move.”

Randi looked at her askance.  “Huh?”

Gwen pushed again.  “Move... lay down.”

“Oh... OH!” finally catching a clue.  She wiggled herself into position until she was laying flat on the couch, not a bit surprised when Gwen cuddled up into her customary place with her head tucked under Randi’s chin and her ear right over the strong heartbeat.  Gwen shimmied and wiggled for a couple minutes before settling down.  Then she reached over the back of the couch and pulled the light cover over both of them and released a sigh.  “Comfortable, Love?” came the low rumble from Randi’s chest.  She tightened her arms around Gwen and laid her head on the head so perfectly placed for her cheek to rest on.  She felt Gwen smile.

“This is the safest place in the world,” she commented contentedly.  “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”  The slight rumble of engines accompanied her words and they let the noise lull them into a light sleep.

“Hi, Mama!” Gwen greeted as they emerged from the shuttle.  “What a nice surprise,” throwing a loving look back in Randi’s direction who merely smiled at her.

Jill smiled and opened her arms for the hug she knew was coming.  “For us as well,” she said, then pushed Gwen to arms length to take a good look at her.  “Though I think your Daddy would’ve liked to have had something new to show you.”

“It’s only been a couple weeks.”

“Sabre mindset,” Randi said succinctly, and both blonde women nodded sagely though they obviously did not grasp the entire connotation of Randi’s words.  “Besides, he’ll have something new before the weekend is out.”

Jill and Gwen waited for her to elaborate, frustrated when Randi didn’t say anything further.  “Um, Sweetheart?  You wanna explain that?” Gwen prodded.

“Not really.  It’s a surprise.  Trust me.”

Randi looked at Gwen and gave her puppy dog eyes and Gwen melted.  Jill just watched with veiled amusement.  Gwen reached up and put her arms around Randi’s neck.  “I do.”

Randi leaned down and pecked Gwen’s lips before patting her shapely behind.  “Good.  Now let’s go get your dad. We have tickets for the theatre in a couple hours,” with a small smile in Gwen’s direction.

Green eyes lit with excitement.  “The Jungle musical?”  She waited for Randi’s nod.  “Yes!” Gwen exclaimed with enthusiasm and pumped her arm.  “I am so glad the Theatre Guild is having this musical revival.  I’ve wanted to see this forever.”

Randi chuckled.  “I know.”  She looked at Jill.  “Are we all set?”

“Yes.  Your room is ready and I unpacked the box you sent so your clothes are hanging up.  We just have to pick up Geoff from rehab and we’re on our way home.”

“You knew about this?” Gwen questioned.

“Nope.  I had my suspicions when I saw the clothes, but I figured Randi would share when she was ready.  All we knew was you two were coming up for the weekend.”

Gwen smiled and wrapped her hand around Randi’s arm, holding on possessively and squeezing.  Randi’s muscles flexed in response.  “C’mon,” Randi said hefting their lone bag.  “We’ve got places to be.”

“Are you sure about this, Randi?  You and Gwen could probably have a better time without me and Jill.”

Blue eyes pinned Geoff to his hover chair while she scratched the puppy’s ears.  Carbon had been a little hesitant in his greeting but was now practically purring under the attention she was bestowing. “Geoff, if you don’t feel up to going, that’s fine... just say so.  Otherwise we’d like for ya’ll to join us tonight.”

“I just can’t forget you’re still newlyweds.”

Randi grinned rakishly and Geoff was almost embarrassed by the sheer sexuality she exuded.  “Geoff, I told you... Gwen and I will be newlyweds for the rest of our lives.  You sure you wanna never see your daughter again?”

He chuckled; he had to.  Randi reminded him greatly of himself as a much younger man.  <Ahem>  “Well, when you put it that way....  Out of my way, you young pup.  I have to get ready to be seen with the three loveliest women in the world, and it takes a while for this old man to look that good!”  Randi laughed and moved from in front of him, putting the dog in his lap and watching as he maneuvered his chair towards his room.  When he reached the door he turned and looked at her with a twinkle in his eyes.  “Better get a move on there, Marine.  I know what you brought to wear, and I remember the time it takes to get into that thing.”  Randi acknowledged his words with a nod of her head, wondering if he understood why... or if Gwen would.  Then he answered he unasked question with a roundabout statement of his own.  “Wish I could still wear mine some days.”  He opened the door and passed through before Randi could formulate a response.  Then she turned and entered the small suite that Jill had readied for her and Gwen’s use.

“Everything settled?” Gwen asked as she tucked their unpacked bag into the closet.

“Yep,” looking at her uniform apprehensively, then at Gwen.  “I’m gonna get a shower.”

“Can I join you?”

Randi reached out a hand and slowly began unbuttoning Gwen’s blouse.  “Now,” she said, untucking the ends from the snug jeans.  “When have you ever....” pushing the shirt to the floor in a slow motion.  “Ever....” popping the snap and unzipping the fly.  “Known me....” sliding her fingers between denim and silk, easing the jeans down over slim hips.  “To refuse....” lowering one bra strap and then the other, noticing that Gwen’s hands were suddenly quite active in divesting Randi of her own clothing.  “An offer....” twisting the clasp at the front of Gwen’s bra and urging it off her shoulders even as Gwen’s hands and lips began to wander over Randi’s bare skin.  “Like....”  Gwen traced a path over sensitive nipples, and Randi stopped talking, lifting Gwen into her arms and moving them blindly into the bathroom as she captured Gwen’s lips with her own.  It was a few minutes before water started running, and the water was cold before they emerged from the bathroom.

Gwen watched Randi’s unease from her place in front of the mirror.  From her body language, she had a very good idea what was bothering Randi, but she wasn’t sure how to approach it.  Finally she put the last pin in place, smiling when large hands landed on her shoulders and even softer lips attached themselves to her neck.  “You are very beautiful.”

“In your eyes.”

“Mine are the only ones that count.”

Gwen smiled and stood, taking the emerald dress from the hanger and stepping into it.  Randi watched with focused intensity while Gwen shimmied carefully into it, then smiled when she backed up to her.  “Please?” she asked with a beguiling look over her shoulder.  Randi kissed the back of her neck again, and closed the back of the dress slowly, not surprised when Gwen turned in her arms when she was done.  “Thank you,” Gwen said softly.  Without a word she stepped back out of Randi’s embrace and reached for the Marine dress coat, holding it open for Randi to slip into.  “May I?” she questioned.  Randi hesitated and Gwen waited, knowing she was struggling.  “Randi, I know this is part of who you were... who you are.  I accept that.  I’m proud of that.  Just because I don’t want to lose you to them again doesn’t mean that I don’t love this part of you.”  She paused, then smiled shyly, dropping her eyes.  “I actually find this part of you very sexy... <ahem> a real turn-on.”

Randi lifted her chin with her fingertips.  “Really?” blue eyes twinkling.

Gwen’s nostrils flared slightly and her eyes color deepened.  “Really,” she breathed.  Randi leaned down and seized Gwen’s lips gently, leisurely exploring until they were both short of air.  Then she pulled back just enough to allow their eyes to focus on one another.  They exchanged silent promises, and without a word, Gwen raised the jacket again and Randi merely turned and slid into it.  She lifted her hands to button it, only to find them slapped away by Gwen.  “My privilege,” she said and proceeded to fasten the jacket to the neck.  Randi hooked the last and pulled on her gloves.  Then she lifted Gwen’s coat and placed it tenderly on her shoulders before swirling her cape across her own.  Gwen tied it and waited for Randi to extend her arm, then they exited their room together.

Geoff and Jill were patiently waiting for them and smiled brightly when they walked into the living area.  There was something so right about Randi and Gwen – something that fit.  “Well, I’m proud to be seen with this fine looking group,” Geoff said as he looked around.  “Are we ready?”

“Let’s do it.”

************

“That was a lot of fun last night, Randi.  I’m glad we did that.  Musical theatre has never been a favorite of mine, but I really enjoyed the evening.  Thank you for insisting.  And thank you for coming up.”

Randi and Geoff were in the exercise room at the therapy center.  Jill and Gwen had gone shopping at Randi’s request.  She was fairly certain Geoff wouldn’t want them to see what was coming.  She smiled at him, and suddenly the weapons master felt a tendril of anticipation tinged with fear curl in his belly.  “Well, Gwen and I enjoyed the evening as well, but I’ll be honest with you... between Sabres.”  He nodded his understanding of the phrase, knowing whatever she said was for his ears only and not to be repeated to anyone including Jill.  “That is only part of the reason we came.”  Geoff’s brow wrinkled.  He knew that – they’d come to visit, hadn’t they?   Randi continued as though she could hear his thoughts.  “I brought Gwen to visit with her mother, but I came to start your next phase of treatment.”  He looked at her in confusion.  She turned her back and walked across the room.

“Wha...?”

“You’ve let yourself slide, Sailor,” she went on as though he had not spoken.  “You seem to be under the impression that because you’ve got a little trouble walking that you should be excluded from keeping up with your other martial skills.  I am here to rectify that situation.”  She turned back towards him.  “I’m gonna get you started, and by the time we come visit again, I expect to see you back in shape.  Ya got me?”  Geoff looked at her, astounded by the sheer force of her presence and personality.  He’d been peripherally aware of it when he’d followed her in their quest to retrieve Gwen, but never had it been turned against him full force.  She is a power unto herself.  She could rule the world.  Without warning Randi got right into his face.  “I said... You. Got. Me?”

He nodded vehemently.  “Loud and clear.”

She smiled and Geoff shivered at the intensity.  He reflexively caught the staff she threw his way, then watched for several long moments as she began her warm-up routine.  Randi turned an eye towards him at his lack of movement and he hastened to begin his own work-out.  It was awkward at first, trying to learn to maneuver with the chair.  It wasn’t something he was accustomed to and now he found it frustrating to try account for.  He hit himself and the chair almost every time he moved, and he was quickly growing angry and impatient.  Her watching him with the slightest smirk in her expression made him furious.

“You think this is funny?” he asked, gripping his staff even tighter.

Randi cocked her head at him.  “Well, at least somewhat entertaining,” she said casually. 

“Oh really?” with a sarcastic twist, getting angrier – knowing she was goading him but beyond caring.  “Well then, Marine, time to put your money where your mouth is.”  He brought his staff up and slammed it against hers, not surprised when she caught the motion easily.

Randi let Geoff lead the dance for a while, sensing he needed to lose his tension and aggravation before they could seriously begin to work on renewing his skills.  For now, she simply held him to a standard he could maintain without hurting himself or doing any serious damage to her.  Eventually Geoff began to run out of steam and he slowed to a near crawl with bare taps on her staff.  “Feel better?” in the same casual tone. 

He looked up at her in genuine gratitude and relief.  “Actually, yes.  I needed that... in more ways than I can explain right now.”

Randi patted his leg in understanding.  “I understand,” she replied, reaching for his staff.  He looked at her with a question in his eyes.  “You need to rest a little before we do anything else.  But we will work out together once you’ve rested a bit; I promise you that.”

She handed him a bottle of water and he gratefully gulped it down.  As tired as he was, he felt better about himself than he had in a while.  Randi was a great leader.  She expected and demanded and accepted no less – from herself and everyone around her.  That kind of motivation was hard to dismiss, and Geoff took it to heart that she cared enough... not only to kick his ass when necessary but also to know how far to push and when to stop.  Randi guided him to the small room that was set aside for his rest periods between therapies and helped Geoff ease himself into the bed.  He lay down with a groan and she smiled, knowing it was the kind of noise one made when thankful for the opportunity to rest after a good day’s work and not pain induced.

“Oh, that feels wonderful,” Geoff commented as he stretched out to the best of his ability.

Randi pulled the thin blanket up over him.  “I’ll bet,” she commented, remembering the times Aphrodite had done the same for her.  “You gonna be all right here for a while?”

“Oh yeah,” he answered drowsily.  “You okay with this?  Want to ask them for a bed for you?” nodding off as he spoke the last word.  His snores filled the room when he dropped into oblivion and he never heard her response.

“Nope.  I got things to do.”  Randi walked out of the room and to the small nursing station.  The young man working there looked up at her approach.  “If Mr. Goldman wakes up before I return, please tell him I’ll be back shortly, though I fully expect to be back before then.”

The man nodded his agreement vigorously.  “Yes ma’am.  He usually sleeps about three hours if his therapy has been intense.”

Randi nodded and walked out without a word, her steps headed towards Sabre headquarters and her mind already working on the second note.

************

“This is highly unusual, Sergeant... I mean, Ms Valiant, er... Randi.  Do you have a preference?”

She shrugged.  “Randi will be fine, Russ.  Unless you are more comfortable with my rank.”  She shrugged again.  “It really doesn’t matter to me.”

The man’s brow went up at her presumptive use of his name.  Though they had only served together occasionally, she’d always shown respect for his rank and experience.  Now she was making it subtly clear that neither held any importance to her, and it needled him, especially since he was now the commandant.  He leaned back in his chair and studied her for a moment.  There was still a grace and power that surrounded her that went past self-confidence in herself and her abilities.  But more than that, he realized that she was beyond them now and that bothered him.  He was a Sabre, first, last and always.  “So, um... Randi.  Why did you think we should help you?  I mean you obviously think this is personally directed towards you, and you know we have, uh... never really involved ourselves in personal disputes.  What we do is for the good of all mankind.”

He stopped speaking when she stood and leaned over the desk, her eyes cold as ice.  “Look, Russ,” she said, emphasizing his name.  “I’m not asking for a team to wipe anyone out.  I’m not asking for anyone to put themselves in harm’s way.  All I’m asking is that I be allowed to use the resources here to find the information I need to take care of things.  I could have just hacked my way in.”

He acknowledged the truth of her statement.  “So why didn’t you?  Why ask?”

“Because I promised Tiny I wouldn’t do things on my own.  But so help me, Russ, if you stand in my way I will run over you and anyone else necessary to protect Gwen and myself.  Are we clear?” in a deceptively soft voice.

His eyes dropped, unable to hold the ferocity of hers any longer.  He felt the truth in her words and understood both the threat and the accusation.  “Yes, we’re very clear.”  He cleared his throat, then stopped when he caught her eyes again.

“Good.”  She raised an eyebrow when he opened his mouth to speak.  Randi watched him swallow and gather his courage, giving an imperceptible nod when he forged ahead.

“I’m... sorry for coming off the way I did, Randi.  I’m glad... I’m glad you came here instead of going out on your own.  We’ve never... had a situation like this before and....”

Randi smiled just slightly.  “Russ, we’re all on the same side.  I have a personal stake in this, but I’m not suicidal.  If and when I find anything, I’ve already told Tiny I will turn it over for ya’ll to handle.  But I have to be involved.”

Russ nodded his head. “I do understand.  And believe it or not, though I’m not happy about losing you, I do get why you can’t come back, too.”  He sighed.  “Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to not be a Sabre anymore.  I think we all do.  But it’s just a passing thought; I can’t imagine living that way.”  Randi had no intention of explaining something that was so personal to her, knowing that Russ would never understand.  She hadn’t until she’d died and been given a second chance.  Finally the silence grew awkward and Russ cleared his throat once more.  “Come on.  Let’s get you started.  With luck, this will be a fairly simple search.”

Randi didn’t respond out loud, but she rolled her eyes out of sight.  In her experience, nothing had ever been that simple.

************

Geoff was still sleeping when Randi arrived back at the therapy center.  It hadn’t taken her nearly as long as she’d expected it to start her inquiries.  So she waved to the nurse on duty and went into the exercise room, retrieving her staff and beginning a complex set of warm-ups meant to focus her attention.

Randi felt the eyes on her but didn’t slow or stop.  Instead she turned and invited Geoff to join her. He lifted Carbon off his lap, anticipating his actual participation in another sparring session.  The puppy barked once then took up a sentinel position at the door.  Already he knew to wait to be called to play.  Geoff felt another thrill trip up his spine.  He’d been at the door watching and had been again impressed by her skill and the absolute elegance of her movements.  She made the movements a ballet, and though he’d always appreciate the beauty associated with martial forms, her efforts took that appreciation to a new level. 

I thought she was good before, but this... this is something else again, remembering their few sparring sessions before his injury.  When did she go so far beyond?  And why?  What need has she of such precise skills?  Then he forgot to wonder.  Randi managed to work her way over to his staff without stopping her own workout and with a kick and a flick of her wrists she sent his staff flying in a graceful arc over her head and into his hands.  But he didn’t have time to be impressed.  He was immediately on the defensive as she launched a light-scale attack on him.

He hit himself harder than Randi did.  She was able to pull her hits until they were merely light taps to his torso.  He, on the hand was fully focused on engaging her and swung with what little power he had in his upper body – something that was considerably stronger than he’d expected it to be.  He winced when he popped himself in the head but grinned when he stopped a move against his legs.

“Good,” she said approvingly and stepped up the pace.  Geoff’s grin grew.

The sound of sticks hitting was loud throughout the center when Gwen and Jill walked in, matched only by the occasional bark from Carbon. They immediately noticed a crowd of people, patients and therapists, gathered around the door of the exercise room they’d left Geoff and Randi in much earlier in the day.  They exchanged alarmed glances then began pushing their way through the people blocking the doorway.  It wasn’t easy at first, but as they were recognized their path cleared almost effortlessly.  What they saw stopped them in their tracks with stupefied expressions on their faces.

Never since Geoff’s accident had they seen him so animated... or so bloody.  He had bloody trails of sweat running from cuts over both eyes and more poured from a busted nose and a split lip.  His arms were dotted with welts and bruises.  Randi was soaked with sweat though she was otherwise unmarked.  Jill, a furious expression on her face, started to march in to interrupt but was halted by a hand on her arm. 

“It’s all right, Mama.  Let me.”  Gwen stepped quietly into the room and over to the staff rack, testing each tentatively before choosing one whose balance she was happy with.  Then she passed silently over towards Randi and her father, lifting her staff to tap Randi on the shoulder....

... only to be met by Randi’s staff engaging her own.  Immediately they began a familiar dance, falling into routines and patterns both intricate and deadly.  Geoff backed his chair away from the action and watched open-mouthed, never having seen Gwen with a real staff in her hands since her short stint with the drum corps many years prior.  He accepted the towel and water from Jill, but wouldn’t let her examine him so enthralled was he by the poetry the two women were weaving.

Jill looked Geoff over carefully, noting the enthusiasm in his eyes and the color in his cheeks.  He was very battered and bruised but seemed none the worse for wear over it, and she decided to let it go until she got the whole story from him later.  Instead she turned her attention to the choreography playing out before her.  Even with her lack of military expertise, Jill could see the art in the graceful movements and marvel at the beauty of it.

As tired as she was from her afternoon of practice, Randi welcomed Gwen’s presence with a clash of staves and a twinkle in her eyes.  They’d become somewhat lax about Gwen’s training, and Randi had missed it.  And if she was to judge by the expression of pure delight on Gwen’s face, Gwen had missed it as well.

We’ll have to get back to doing this on a regular basis, Randi thought even as she jumped over a low sweep.  Not only do we both enjoy the exercise, but now is not the time to let our guard down.  Her thoughts grew darker and her moves became more intense though she did not move past her self-imposed limits.  She knew Gwen’s abilities well, much as she’d understood Geoff’s, only to a greater degree.  Randi knew how far to push to get the most without either of them getting hurt.

Gwen grinned fiercely.  She’d missed this.  It allowed her to connect with Randi on a totally different level, and she had an intense pride in her skills and abilities to spar with Randi in this arena.  It wouldn’t do to let her proficiency erode for lack of effort on her part.  She felt Randi step up the intensity and she responded.

For long minutes they went back and forth, staves hitting and clashing with regularity and force.  The only sounds in the room were those of their breathing, the soft squeak of their shoes on the flooring and the violent sounds of their staves colliding.  Finally though not obvious to anyone else, Randi started to show her exhaustion.  Immediately Gwen lowered the intensity of her attacks, and though the dark brow rose in mute question, Gwen easily read the relief and gratitude in those blue eyes.  Where she didn’t always have to be strong and stoic, in this place and with these people Randi had a reputation to maintain.  And Gwen was proud to help her defend and preserve it.  Slowly they brought their workout to a close, both of them sweating profusely and breathing heavily.  They were startled by the applause that rang out and by Geoff’s calls of ‘Bravo!  Bravo!’

Randi collected their staves as well as Geoff’s and put them into the rack.  Gwen walked over to where her father still sat in the periphery of the room.  He was no longer bleeding though his white towel was no longer solid white and he was still sweating, which she put down to the heat in the room.  His eyes still sparkled with enthusiasm and his face was tinged with the color of excitement.  Despite the cuts and bruises, Gwen thought he’d never looked better since his accident.

“That was amazing!” he exclaimed.  “When?  How?”

Gwen smiled, holding out her hand towards Randi who was hesitantly approaching.  “Randi’s taught me for a while now.”  She tugged on the hand she clasped, and despite the sweat Randi naturally wrapped herself behind Gwen and kissed her head.

“What am I being blamed for?”

Gwen smiled and spoke before Jill could formulate her question.  She’d guessed wrong about this woman before and Randi had been gracious about it.  She didn’t want to do it again, but Geoff’s obviously battered condition made her wonder.  “No, Love.  You’re being credited with my martial skills.”

“Um, why?  They’re your skills.”

“Which you helped me to develop.”  She put a hand over Randi’s lips when she would have opened them to speak.  “Just nod and accept the accolades, please.”

Randi nodded and kissed the fingers covering her lips, then reached her own hand up to remove them.  She squeezed Gwen’s hand, then she knelt at Geoff’s side.  Carefully she examined him and shook her head.  “You didn’t do too much damage, but you’re gonna be sore in the morning.”

Geoff shook his head.  “I can’t believe how clumsy I’ve gotten.  You were right.  There is no excuse.”

Randi gave him a small smile, noting Jill had physically relaxed after the conversation.  She didn’t blame the woman for wondering, given how beaten-up her husband looked, but it still hurt to think that she believed that Randi would have done something like that to Geoff – accidentally or otherwise.  Though in all fairness, Jill really could have thought little else given that until today she’d witnessed very little of Randi’s or Geoff’s skill level.  And of course no one had seen the difficulty he’d had adapting to fighting in the chair.  “Well, if you’d like, tomorrow before we leave, we can set you up some exercises to work on – things that will help with strength and dexterity while accounting for the chair.  With a little practice, hitting yourself shouldn’t be a real problem.”

Geoff chuckled, wincing at the pull in his lip.  “You bet!  Though I may take to wearing full body armor and a face mask until I get it down.”  He paused and laid a hand on her shoulder, waiting for Randi to meet his eyes.  “I’ll tell you what though.  I wouldn’t have missed this for anything.  I haven’t felt this good about myself... well, I sure did enjoy being able to spar like a Sabre again,” he finished quietly so that only Randi could hear his words.

She patted his knee and rose to find her hand captured once more by Gwen’s.  She smiled down into adoring green eyes and they started out the door before Jill stopped them with a firm hand on Randi’s arm.  She looked at Randi with sincere admiration, which truly surprised her given Jill’s initial reaction.  “Thank you,” was all she said, but her expression spoke volumes.  Randi surprised them both by releasing Gwen’s hand and giving Jill a brief hug.  Then the warrior and bard exited the room, closely followed by Geoff and Jill.  It had turned out to be a great weekend indeed.


Chapter XIII

“It was a great weekend,” Randi whispered still gazing at the fire.  “We had such a wonderful time and Geoff....”  Randi trailed off and Tiny remained silent.  He really wasn’t sure what to say to her at this point.  She’d done what she thought was right and it had backfired.  He wondered if she realized why yet.  As if reading his thoughts, she turned to look at him and he met her stare though the depth of pain made his heart clench.  “Why, Tiny?  Why did Gwen leave?  What did I do that was so wrong?”  She turned back to the flames, studying them intently as if they had the answers she sought.  “I brought peace to the world,” she muttered.  “The rebel groups who opposed it are gone.”  She stood with a muffled groan and moved closer to the fire, drawn to both its warmth and light.  “I laid the world at her feet, and she left me.”  Torn between hurt and anger, Randi stiffened at the dark tingle that flushed her skin and rose to her feet.  She sneered when the god of war became a visible entity in the room.  Tiny froze, knowing that what happened next was up to Randi.

“Whine, whine, whine,” Ares complained, crossing his arms over his chest. 

“What do you want?” Randi asked coldly, her eyes devoid of life.

“A little respect would be a good start.”  Blue eyes held brown with a look of loathing and contempt.  “No, huh?” he said with an audible sigh.

“What. Do. You. Want?” Even Tiny felt the temperature drop from the chill in her voice and he shivered in reflex.

“I have come to claim what is mine.”

************

Lacey exited the transport and surveyed the area around the cabin before she turned and nodded, extending her hand to Gwen as she emerged.  Gwen took a deep breath and closed her eyes against the memories of that last time she’d been to this place – trying to forget they were supposed to have come back to experience summer together.  Then she stepped down and squared her shoulders and moved deliberately towards the door.  She raised her hand to the pad, waiting for it to recognize her imprint.  She spared a thought of gratitude for the time they had taken from their honeymoon to make this place accessible to her as well, then pushed the door open....

... only to stand frozen at the door as familiar sights and scents assaulted her senses.  Gwen couldn’t stop the gasp that escaped or the lone tear that rolled down her cheek.  She covered her mouth to keep any other sounds from escaping and slowly stepped into the room. 

Lacey stood at the door, not wanting to intrude on this moment, knowing it was intensely private and very painful.  At the periphery of her hearing, she heard the transport turn into the lane leading to the cottage.  She had already seen movement from several bodies in the trees and grasses surrounding the cabin, but they had indicated their peaceful intentions and she was content to let them be.  She suspected they were here for a purpose much as she herself was.  She turned her attention back to the solitary figure that now sat forlornly on the bed.  The slump of Gwen’s shoulders made Lacey’s heart ache, and she could only hope they had done the right thing in coming here.

For her part, Gwen had let her mind wander back to the last time she and Randi had been truly happy, and she smiled at the memories that came to the fore.

************

The weekend with her parents had been wonderful.  Aside from the time they got to spend with Geoff and Jill and the theatre and shopping, Gwen was reminded how much she enjoyed sparring with Randi.  Randi could push without hurting her or getting hurt – much.  Gwen still couldn’t pull her blows like Randi did and whenever anything got through her defenses, it usually bruised pretty well.  Randi was a good sport about it though and Gwen was learning how to control the intensity of her swings.  Or trying to, at any rate.

When they arrived home on Sunday afternoon, they immediately got the bike out.  They both had a craving for some good barbeque, and they hadn’t seen Rosie in a while.  The day was beautiful - warm without being hot and a breeze that blew in off the water.  It was spring-like and the fragrance of the earliest blossoms reminded them that here, spring was much closer than it was in the capital or the mountains.

Words weren’t necessary between them, and Gwen rested her head contentedly between Randi’s shoulder blades, greedily inhaling the scents of clean skin, jasmine shampoo and leather that identified Randi to her mind.  The blossoms that lined the road changed randomly and only enhanced Randi’s natural smell, and Gwen was in sensory heaven.  She squeezed the tight stomach she was wrapped securely around and she felt Randi’s smile in the return press on her hands.  She idly wondered what Randi would think of her Cupid’s holiday plans, then the bike was slowing as they turned into Rosie’s.

The shamaness flinched when they pulled up.  Even from this distance she could feel the discord in Randi psyche and wondered that it wasn’t visibly apparent to everyone.  Still she smiled and greeted them, glad to see they were still happy together.  The longer they lasted before everything broke the better for them all.  Besides, she was happy to see them.  She’d grown rather fond of them both and it did her heart good to see the strength of the love they shared together.  Some days it just felt like there wasn’t enough of that in the world.  “I’ve missed seeing ya’ll around here,” Rosie called out in greeting.

“It hasn’t been that long....” Randi started.

“But we sure have missed you and your good barbeque,” Gwen finished, poking at Randi who squawked and moved out of reach.  Rosie chuckled.

“Well, at least I got top billing.  Ya’ll come on and let me get ya fixed up.  I’m pretty sure you don’t wanna be hanging ‘round an old woman on a beautiful day like today.”  She walked into the house and left the door open.  They looked at one another and shrugged, then followed the shamaness inside.  Rosie moved right over behind the counter and started dishing up their favorites into take away containers without a second thought.  “So do you girls have plans for Cupid’s holiday?”

“Yep.”

“Uh huh.”

The simultaneous answers caused Gwen and Randi to look at one another with raised eyebrows and Rosie to start laughing. 

“Whoops!  Maybe I shouldn’t have asked, huh?”

They turned and looked at the older woman with slightly sheepish grins.  “Nope, we’re glad you did actually,” Gwen said while Randi nodded her agreement.  “We might need to, um... talk about this to make sure we’re not going to screw one another up.  So you probably did us a favor.”

“And it being your first as a couple and you two being newlyweds besides makes it even more special, doesn’t it?”  She smiled at the twin blushes that graced their face.  “I envy you.  It’s been a long time since I celebrated Cupid’s holiday with anyone.”  She closed up the containers and put them in a bag, handing the bag to Randi and taking the payment from Gwen.  “Cherish the time you have together and each other.  You never know when that will be taken away.”  Gwen chewed her lip and Randi felt the gasp she bit off.   She placed a hand on the small of Gwen’s back, rubbing in a comforting circle.  Blue eyes caught Rosie’s and she pinned her with a hard stare until realization dawned.  “Oh, Gwen... I’m sorry.  You probably understand better than most that sentiment.”

Gwen swallowed hard and nodded.  “Yeah, I do,” she said quietly.  “But it never hurts to be reminded.  It is so easy to start taking things for granted that should be appreciated.”

Rosie opened her arms, and Gwen stepped into her embrace willingly.  “I’m so sorry,” the shamaness whispered almost inaudibly into the ear next to her lips.  “That was thoughtless of me.”

Gwen hugged Rosie tightly for a moment.  “It’s all right,” she whispered in return.  Then she pulled back.  “Really.”

Rosie looked at her for a full minute, seeing the truth of Gwen’s words and more before nodding her head in acceptance.  Then she met Randi’s eyes.  “I’m sorry, Randi.  I didn’t mean to upset anyone.”

Randi gave a curt nod and blew out a breath.  “Sorry... I just....”

Rosie held up a hand.  “Don’t apologize for caring or of being protective.  I’d expect nothing less.”  She waved them towards the door.  “Now you girls need to get home before your dinner gets cold.  Come back after Cupid’s holiday sometime when you can stay a little while and chat.  I want to know what you two end up doing for the day.”

Randi wiggled her eyebrows and grinned rakishly.  “Everything?  Oof!”  She had actually tightened her stomach muscles, knowing a reaction would be coming from Gwen and having a very good idea what form that reaction would take.  She looked at Gwen with wide, blue eyes.  Gwen was blushing furiously and she spared a glance at Rosie.  She was a deep red as well.“Whadd I do?” Randi asked with all the innocence she could muster.

“Behave!” Gwen hissed, desperately willing the blush to fade.  Randi wrapped her arms around Gwen from behind and chuckled. 

“I’ll try,” she assured before moving over to the bike and packing their food in the saddlebags.  Gwen’s eyes followed her indulgently and Rosie couldn’t stop the smile that crossed her face.  Gwen shook her head.

“I don’t know what to do with her some days.”

Rosie’s expression turned serious.  “Love her.  No matter what.”

Gwen turned solemn green eyes to the shamaness.  “You know something,” she stated flatly. 

Rosie shook her head.  “Not enough.  Not yet.  But I do know that you and the love you share together is the key... to many things.  Hold on to that.”

Gwen gave the older woman an impulsive hug.  “Thank you, Rosie.”  Then she moved to join Randi on the bike and in another minute, they gave a final wave and disappeared down the path together.  Rosie raised her hand in salute, watching until they were gone. Without hesitation she crossed her threshold, put up the closed sign and walked into her sanctuary.  She felt the need for meditation and prayer.

Randi and Gwen didn’t head back to the beach house.  Instead Randi made for their grotto, anxious for a little peace and privacy where they would not be interrupted.  Gwen patted her belly in approval when she realized where Randi was headed.  Much as she loved her folks, Gwen loved being alone with Randi even more.  And their dell held many special memories for them both.

Though the bike was not loud by any stretch of the imagination, the quiet was astounding when Randi switched the motor off.  It was like they were the only human beings around.  The birds’ sounds were predominating of the natural noises, their calls and whistles creating a cacophony of song.  The brook made a fine accompaniment, and the breeze the rustled the grasses and flowers only enhanced the symphony of sound that surrounded them in this place.

Gwen slid of the bike and grabbed their blanket, moving to the tree to spread it out while Randi gathered up their meal and brought it over and carefully laid it out.  Gwen retrieved the cooler with their drinks and they curled up beside one another to soak in the peace of their place and being along together in it.  They didn’t talk much as they ate, choosing instead to share their food and company.  Only when they were finished and nibbling on the fried apple pies Rosie was always sure to include did they shift into their normal discussion position with Randi leaning against the tree and Gwen leaning on Randi.

“Ugh,” the bard said as strong arms wrapped around her middle.  “Don’t squeeze too hard, Stud.  My dinner will make a rather violent reappearance and I don’t think I’d enjoy it nearly as much coming back up.”

Randi wrinkled her nose.  “Thank you for that visual.”

Gwen giggled lightly.  “Yeah, didn’t do much for me either actually.  But neither would throwing up.”

“Good point,” Randi agreed with a kiss to the blonde hair.

It fell silent and Gwen sighed, knowing it was up to her to bring it up.  Randi had the patience of Job and would wait for the world to end before starting some dialogues it seemed.  “So, um... you have plans for us for Cupid’s holiday?” knowing the answer but needing to start the discussion somewhere.  A nod was her only response.  “Can I ask when they are for?  I mean, morning or evening or...?”

“The weekend actually.  I um... I sorta figured we’d do something Wednesday, but I made my plans for us for the weekend.”

Gwen broke into a smile.  “So we can use my plan for Wednesday?”

Randi grinned happily.  “Absolutely.  I wasn’t sure what or um... hmm....”  She broke off and chewed her lip.  Gwen stayed silent, knowing Randi was working through something and content to let her finish in until she reached whatever conclusions she needed to.  “I was, uh... hoping you’d want to plan something too so I, um... I....”  Gwen put a hand on Randi’s thigh, bringing her stumbling words to a halt.  She leaned her head back into the muscled shoulder behind her, nuzzling her face into Randi’s neck until she felt the silent laughter rock the body behind her.  “You’re tickling me,” Randi accused in a growling whisper.

Gwen sniggered and batted her eyelashes, which only served to tickle Randi further.  “Would I do that?” she asked innocently.

“Every chance you got,” Randi answered smoothly while moving her hands into position on either side of Gwen’s trim waist.  Gwen felt her intentions and squealed... loudly.

“NO!  Nonononononono!  Raaaaannndiiiiii!!!!!” laughter hampering her efforts to squirm away.  “I give! I give!  UNCLE!!” Gwen finally managed and sighed when the hands changed from tickling to caressing.  She relaxed into the hold Randi still had and hummed in delight.  “That’s nice,” she breathed.

“For me too,” Randi agreed, dropping a light kiss onto Gwen’s neck.  “I love you, ya know.”

“Yeah, I do.  I love you back... so much.”

Peace fell between them and they soaked it in.  It held their thoughts and feelings and the air pulsed with unspoken ideas and possibilities.  When the sun touched the edge of the water, Gwen reached up and laced her fingers into Randi’s dark hair, pulling her lips within range of Gwen’s.  Blue and green eyes searched each other intimately and by unspoken consent their mouths met for a long, passionate exploration.  When their breathing had gone ragged, Gwen let go reluctantly and Randi loosened the grip she had around Gwen’s waist.  Then they packed up their belongings and mounted the bike, setting their sights for home.

Wednesday rolled around and Randi had gone into work alone.  Gwen had indicated she needed some time to set up her plans and Randi had been happy to comply.  Especially since she wanted to get in touch with her contacts and see what they had learned.

Something wasn’t sitting right.  Why were the rebels suddenly announcing their intentions?  Why not just come after her?  The whole thing made her Sabre hackles not only rise but stand up and salute.  It bothered her so badly that she hadn’t been completely truthful – either with Gwen or the new commandant.  She had feelers out on all the rebel groups.  One way or another, they were going down – permanently and for good.  She could not live with them bullying her or Gwen.  Therefore she was going to eliminate the threat – with or without Sabre help.

Only the Sabre part of her mind was working on this particular problem.  The rest of her mind, the conscious part, was busy with her other regular work.  The team at Midas had made such a positive impression on the community they had expanded into security for other agencies and guilds.  It was a lot for Randi to manage, but she found she enjoyed it in ways she had never expected to.  The companies she and her people worked for were very pleased with the level of professionalism they received.  So one part of her mind worked on her Sabre puzzle, while the rest concentrated on her other security matters.  And before she realized so much time had passed, it was noon and her phone was ringing, turning her mind and her thoughts towards home.

************

From Olympus, Ares watched, more than a little frustrated.  He’d thought it would work in his favor that Randi wouldn’t be able to remember any of her violence until he revealed it to her.  She was supposed to be his to control and manipulate.

He slammed his fists on the table in frustration.  It wasn’t working they way the war god expected, however.  Randi’s mind was much stronger than he realized and she was able to compartmentalize her thoughts so that the Sabre part of her - her subconscious mind - was almost a separate entity from the rest of her thought processes.

She still acted and reacted to things as a Sabre as her decimation of the skinhead headquarters testified to.  But she had no conscious memory of it, and Ares could neither call it up at will nor control it.  Worse, she was very methodical to the point that things were going to unravel for him if he didn’t step up his timetable and change his tactics.  Perhaps it was time for a more direct approach.

In another area of the Olympian palace, Dite was in the midst of some serious love stuff when Athena strode into her boudoir.  “It seems to be working,” she announced without preamble.  “Just not as well as we hoped.”

“Huh?” Dite looked up and pulled the glasses off her face.  She appreciated that Athena hadn’t simply popped in.  They’d all learned a respect for one another’s space the hard way – much like they’d learned everything else.  She was a little annoyed though; she’d been in the middle of a pretty important love match and her elder sister’s presence could have screwed her up at the crucial moment if she hadn’t been so focused.  So she let a little of her exasperation show in her tone.  “The, whatcha talking about, babe?  I’m kinda in the middle of some radical love biz.”

Athena blew out a breath.  She loved Dite, but sometimes....  Still, they all had their responsibilities, and Dite had one of the most extensive that kept her busy beyond belief.  And to her credit, the wisdom goddess thought fondly, she is incredibly good at it.  She shook her head when Dite raised an eyebrow at her and started chewing on an earpiece of her glasses.  “Sorry,” Athena mumbled, slightly embarrassed.  It wasn’t like her to let her mind wander.  “I was speaking of Randi.”

That caused Aphrodite to sit up and lean forward.  “What about her?” all business now.

Athena motioned to a chair and at Dite’s nod, swept into a seat.  She leaned back and propped her head on a fist, locking eyes with the love goddess.  “Rosie has made some progress.  She’s helped strengthen the barrier Randi has erected between her Sabre self and the rest of her mind.  As of yet, Randi is completely unaware of the events she has been involved in that have resulted in the death of others except for the details Gwen shared with her about the incident in the mountains.”

“And this is a good thing?  I mean, couldn’t she control it if she knew what was happening?”

“Possibly.  But Ares cannot breach it either.  He has no power over her, and before he was always able to control and manage well before this point.”

“That means....”

“That means that we have a better chance of her choosing sides against him when the time comes.  Artemis is still with the Amazon scientists working on something to reverse the poison, but no luck so far.  I’ve got my people looking into it as well.”

Aphrodite blew out a breath and leaned back in her chair, feeling the subtlest uncoiling of tension in her gut.  It wasn’t much, but it was more than she’d had any reasonable expectation of happening given how things had been going up to that point.  Now against all odds and reckonings, she felt the tiniest stirrings of hope in her heart.  For the first time since this started, something - if not positive, at least not bad – had finally gone their way.  She’d take her victories where she could find them.

At this point – they all would.

************

The house smelled of sandalwood but there was no sign of Gwen when Randi walked through the door.  “Gwen?”  The warrior stuck her head into a dark, empty bedroom, then headed to the kitchen to snag a bottle of water before she went outside.  While still bent over with her head in the fridge, hands she immediately recognized landed on her ass.  They traveled lightly up her spine to tangle in her hair where fingernails began delicately scratching her scalp.  Her eyes closed and Randi moaned softly at the sensation that action caused to skitter up and down her spine.  She stood rooted to the spot until a low laugh made her turn her head just slightly and open her eyes to mere slits.

Mere slits, that is, until she got a good look at Gwen.  Then they popped open wide and she turned her whole body to take in the picture she had never expected to see.  Her mouth opened and her jaw dropped and she stared in obvious delight that produced a light blush across Gwen’s body – a majority of which was exposed to Randi’s hungry eyes.

Bare feet with painted toenails were met at the ankle by silk.  The harem pants were white – nearly sheer with gold stars speckling its length and breadth.  A gold girdle belt swayed from slim hips and Randi licked her lips unconsciously at the bellybutton and muscled abdomen that were uncovered for her perusal.  Firm full breasts were teasingly hidden – the silk that covered them opaque instead of sheer in pertinent spots, the only thing holding it in place seemed to be a knot that was loosely tied in the front.  A twisted gold chain hung from Gwen’s neck, its adornment resting in the valley between Gwen’s breasts.  Gold armbands, wrist cuffs and a diadem atop the blonde hair completed the outfit, and the make-up Gwen wore only enhanced its effects.

 Randi extended a hand to Gwen’s neck, her touch light and teasing as she traced down the centerline of Gwen’s body.  She smiled as goosebumps followed in her wake almost feeling the cascade of sensation she was causing Gwen to experience.  A look up into Gwen’s face made Randi’s nostrils flare and her eyes to deepen and dilate.  The blonde head was thrown back, lips slightly parted and wet from the tongue Randi could just see.  Green eyes were only partially closed and filled with desire.

Randi let her hand trail back up from Gwen’s waist, deliberately circling each nipple in turn before winding a hand into the blonde hair and pulling Gwen’s body forcefully into her own.  Without hesitation, she seized Gwen’s mouth with blazing passion, conveying love, lust, desire and need.

Gwen accepted the aggression and returned it with her own.  She pulled away to breathe and Randi followed her, unable or unwilling to give up conquered territory for even a moment.  By the end of the second kiss, both women were breathing hard and it was only the grace of God and Randi’s locked knees that were keeping them upright.  Gwen looked into the blue eyes that were worshipping her and she blushed again, flattered and embarrassed beyond words.  “You need me so much?”

“Yes,” came the blunt, stark reply.

“I, um... I have a costume for you as well.  Would you... would you like to, um... put it on or...?”

Randi swallowed.  What she would like at the moment frankly scared her.  It was rough and wild and totally different from anything they had shared before.  Of course so was role-playing and Gwen had obviously put a lot of time and effort into setting up this scenario.  She cleared her throat.  “Um... let me go freshen up and um... change.  Shouldn’t take me but a few minutes.”  She leaned down and kissed Gwen hard and fast, possessing her thoroughly.  Then she stepped back, knowing if she stayed things were going to get out of hand quickly, and frankly she wasn’t that fond of the kitchen floor or the counters.  She squeezed Gwen’s hands briefly before releasing them, then headed for their bedroom.  Randi turned back as she reached the doorway, her eyes glowing with the intensity of her emotions.  “By the way,” she said with a smile.  “You look great.”  Then she disappeared and Gwen took a deep breath.

“Wow,” she murmured, lifting a shaky hand to adjust the circlet that had gone askew during their impromptu make-out session.  “What that woman does to me.”

The candles had burned low in the holo-suite.  Randi and Gwen were stretched out, comfortably naked and sated among the pillows and thick rugs scattered on the floor.  Their clothing was cast haphazardly around the room and Gwen spared a passing thought for the silk, wondering if chocolate could be removed once it dried.  Then she shrugged, not really caring.  Her plans for Cupid’s holiday had been supremely successful, judging from the satisfied purring coming from the chest beneath her ear and her own feeling of contentment.

“This was a wonderful idea, Love.”  She looked around the room, admiring the work and incredible detail Gwen had put into creating such an exotic setting.  “What, um... what made you decide to try something like this?”

Gwen felt the blood rush through her body, then giggled.  Now was really not the time to be shy and embarrassed about this – not after what they had just shared together.  She had been wanton, and Randi aggressive and it had been....  Her body burned in memory of the passion it had ignited between them.  “I’ve been reading the Soulmates Journals.  Some of our previous lifetimes were um.... Well, I thought it might be nice to experience the nicer side of some of them.”

“Good thought.”  Randi brushed a kiss over the top of Gwen’s head, smiling when Gwen mewled lightly and snuggled deeper into her embrace.  “I wasn’t... um, I didn’t... hurt... you, did I?”

“Nope,” Gwen quickly reassured, kissing Randi’s bare chest.  “Absolutely not.”

“Good,” shivering at the sensation those lips caused.  “I’m not sure where all that came from....”

“Well, if it was the setting, rest assured we will do this again,” her words sending the message Randi needed to hear.  She felt the body beneath her visibly relax.  Gwen leaned up on an elbow so she could look down into Randi eyes.  “I love making love with you, Randi, and I’m glad we can try new things together.”

“So am I,” Randi said, easing Gwen’s head back down to rest on her chest.  She lightly ran her hands up and down Gwen’s sides, enjoying the touches she received in response.  “That requires so much trust and I’m glad we have that between us,” Randi continued, but Gwen couldn’t see the doubt and fear in Randi’s eyes.  Where did that come from – that fire and rage?  It was so intense, so frightening.  I could have lost control... could have hurt....  My God.... letting her thoughts trail off.  She hugged Gwen tighter, smiling when she responded with a fierce hug of her own and another kiss on the soft skin of her breast.  “I love you, ya know – more than life.  Always.”

“Forever, Sweetheart... forever.”

“This isn’t gonna seem like much after what you did for us the other night,” Randi said as they packed their stuff into the bike’s saddlebags.  They were leaving straight from work and all Gwen knew so far was to pack light.

“Are we gonna be together this weekend?”

“Uh huh.”

“And will we have some time alone together?”

“Uh huh.”

“It’ll be perfect.  Now let’s get to work.  I’ve got things to do before we head out this afternoon.”

“Oh my God, this is wonderful,” Gwen said as she sank into the blissfully warm water.  They had arrived at the spa and already had their first massage of the weekend.  Now they were relaxing in the whirlpool before going back top their room for room service and a decadent evening of pampering one another.  And tomorrow would be more of the same just more extensive treatments.

Randi leaned her head back and closed her eyes in bliss, stretching her arms out and smiling when Gwen slid into place right beside her.  “Uh huh,” she said.

“You’re on a roll.”

“Kaiser or deli?” asked without opening her eyes or cracking a smile.  Gwen merely covered her eyes and blamed the flush on her cheeks on the heat of the water.

“I don’t believe you said that,” groaning and lightly smacking Randi’s belly.

“Uh huh,” figuring out what Gwen meant.

“There you go again.  Something up that you’ve been reduced to single syllables?”

“Nope,” Randi said, feeling more relaxed than she had since they’d returned from their honeymoon, and almost more than she had since Gwen’s kidnapping.  “Just happy... content.”

Gwen laid her head on Randi’s shoulder, delighting in Randi’s personal scent she could detect over the smell of chlorine in the pool.  “Me too.”  She closed her eyes and breathed in the steam.  “OH!” she exclaimed suddenly, sitting upright and nearly catching Randi in the chin.  “I forgot to tell you – I invited Tiny and Reed to visit.  They’ll probably be at the boathouse when we get back.  They wanted to come this weekend, but I put them off after I found out you had made plans for us.”

“That’s fine.”  Randi’s brow scrunched up in confusion.  “Wait... can Reed do that?  I mean, is she okay?  You know,” motioning between them.  “With us?”

“I guess so.  Tiny seemed to approve of the idea, and you know he’d never put her in harm’s way.”

True,” Randi agreed with a nod of her head.  “Cool... maybe we can keep them around and have a session with the guys on Friday.  I think they’d enjoy that almost as much as Jill does.”

Gwen chuckled.  “I don’t know if that’s possible, but it would be a good time.”

The buzzer sounded and they rose from the whirlpool, the water cascading in sheets down their now pink, pruney skin.  Then they wrapped themselves in robes and made their way to their room, looking forward to the remainder of their weekend together.  

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And in several different hideouts scattered around the planet, plans to eliminate the Sabres – and most especially Miranda Valiant - were put into motion.  Time had come to exact revenge.

Part 3