Chapter VII

Hannah hit the stone patio running, and felt the stupidity of that decision as her feet slid right out from under her.  She closed her eyes, bracing for the impact she knew was going to hurt, but it never came.  Instead she found herself caught in strong arms and cradled against a soft chest.

Donovan pushed the kitchen door open and stepped inside before she looked down at the warm wet body in her arms.  "Careful there, Angel.  That is a sure way to get hurt."  Hannah nodded silently, and Donovan lowered her slowly to the floor.  "Come.  Let me get you a blanket, then I will light a fire and we can talk a bit til this is over."

Hannah smiled, her teeth chattering just slightly from the loss of warmth when Donovan pulled away.  Almost immediately Donovan returned and wrapped Hannah in a warm woolen blanket that smelled of cedar. She briskly rubbed her arms then scooped Hannah up like she was a child. 

"Ah... but... uh...."  Blue eyes twinkled down at her.

"Just hold tight."  And Hannah put her head down and closed her eyes, absorbing the warmth Donovan was giving off so abundantly.  Donovan gently set her precious bundle on the couch.  "Do not go anywhere now," she said with a wink, moving to the fireplace and picking up her flint and striker.

It didn’t take long til a brisk fire was burning and Donovan moved to the small couch to sit next to Hannah.  She immediately snuggled up to Donovan who extended an arm and pulled her closer.  Hannah opened the blanket and covered them both partially. Donovan just looked down and smiled. 

“There are times when dressing like a native is not always a good thing, hmm?” indicating the expanse of exposed skin on Hannah’s body.  She felt the unseen blush.

“No, I guess not,” came the chagrined answer.  “It’s just so much easier.  Besides,” Hannah looked up and her nose crinkled as she smiled.  “Who expected it to rain cold in the tropics in the middle of summer?”

“Yes, well technically solstice is not for another few days, and summer does not actually start til then.”

Hannah narrowed her eyes at Donovan.  “Let me guess... you do good in math too.”

Broad shoulders shrugged.  “I do all right, I guess.  It plays into navigation and such.”

“Figures,” Hannah muttered.  “I always hated math.”

“What did you like?”

“Reading, writing... history was interesting.  Science was okay, I suppose, but there was so much math intertwined with it, I never was really comfortable with it.  And after the chemistry fiasco, I was excused from participating.  It was safer for everyone that way.”

“What happened?” from Donovan. The only people she knew who did chemistry were doctors, and Hannah did not give her that impression of lordly stuffiness.  Besides, women just didn’t do that sort of thing.  It was considered too complex, though that thought made Donovan snort.  She knew better.

Hannah blushed, remembering the embarrassment that disaster had caused her.  “Um, too much reactive and not enough neutralizer.  The uh... explosion was small, but there was a LOT of smoke.  Real smelly smoke.  The chem lab never smelled the same after that.”  She could feel the vibrations of laughter running through Donovan’s body.  Hannah glared up at her, then broke down and laughed.  Donovan took her cue and let loose, her hearty laughter ringing like bells in the small cottage.

“I am sorry, Hannah, but that was funny.  Most women I know would never TRY something like that, much less admit to failure.  Although....”  Her thoughts trailed off for a moment.  “Depending on what you were trying to achieve, that could have been a very successful experiment.”

Hannah cocked her head and thought about it.  “That’s true, but stink bombs weren’t on the agenda.”

Donovan chuckled again.  “Tell me about your dreams,” she said in an abrupt change of subject.

Hannah frowned slightly.  “You know about my dreams.  You were in them.”

“Not really.  For a very long time, you were only a set of beautiful, sea green eyes to me.  Your face was unclear.  Even your body... it wasn’t until we made love for the first time that I was certain you were a woman.  I suspected, of course....”

“Did it bother you... my being a woman?”

Donovan frowned now and looked deeply into Hannah’s eyes to see where the question was coming from.  She cupped Hannah’s face in her hands and pulled her in for a kiss.  Hannah tangled her hands in the dark hair, and endeavored to draw Donovan closer to her.  Only when their breathing grew ragged did Donovan ease back just slightly.

“No, I was not unhappy you were a woman.  I was, um... I was hoping you were actually.  I knew you were out here waiting for me to find you, and I decided once I found you, we would be together regardless.”  She waited a beat.  “Does it bother you?” nonchalantly, but Hannah felt the heartbeat so close to hers speed up noticeably.

Hannah took a moment to look deeply into the blue orbs that had accompanied her dreams most of her life.  She slid a hand out of Donovan’s mane and gently traced the smoothness of her decidedly feminine face.

“When I was five years old,” Hannah intoned quietly, “I dreamed of you for the very first time.  All I saw was blue eyes and long dark hair, and I just assumed you were a woman.”  She chuckled lightly.  “I thought you were a beautiful lady pirate.”

Donovan smiled shakily and felt the bands of anxiety constricting her breathing ease up just a bit.  Hannah’s fingers brushed her lips and she kissed them softly. 

“You were very sporadic in my dreams then though even as a child I always looked forward to seeing you.  You were a warm, friendly presence in my dreams, and I always felt loved and protected whenever I saw you.”  Hannah smiled wistfully.  “I wrote about you in my diary every time you came.”  She paused for breath.  “Fifteen is such an awkward age... too old for children’s games and not yet an adult.  And my life was so turbulent then.  That is when my father died.”  Hannah stopped her stroking, and Donovan’s eyes slowly opened to me hers.  “Did you know about that?”

Donovan’s gaze went inward as she focused her thoughts on the past.  “Was your father’s name Michael?”

Tears welled up in Hannah’s eyes even as her head nodded affirmatively.  “Yes, it was.”

“I thought so.  His eyes were so familiar; you have his eyes, you know.”

Hannah smiled through her tears.  “That’s what I’ve always been told.”

“It is true,” Donovan agreed.  “We did our very best for him, but it was not enough and we all knew it.  He wanted to go home to say goodbye, but we found out shortly after he left us that he did not make it.  I wanted so much to be able to comfort you because I saw the sadness in your eyes.”

“I saw the compassion in yours, and it was right then I think that I fell in love with you.  I decided that it didn’t matter to me whether you were a man or a woman; what your nationality was; what God you believed in or what your skin color was.  All that mattered to me was that you were a loving, caring individual... someone I had known since childhood who protected me.”

Hannah looked down and swallowed hard.  Her voice grew so soft that Donovan nearly didn’t hear her next words.  “My biggest fear was that I would never find you.  My second biggest fear was that you would not love me.”

Donovan smiled.  “No worries about that, Angel.  I was captured from the very first.  Even though I was still a child as well, your eyes betrayed your youth and innocence.  So I watched over you, and I waited for us both to grow up.”

Donovan took a deep breath.  “It seemed like it was taking forever; time was passing so slowly.”  She smiled wryly.  “And it was not like I saw you every night.  For a long time, I was not sure if I was cursed or blessed.  Then we picked up Michael.”

Hannah shuddered and looked up into Donovan’s eyes, her own filling with tears.  “What happened to him, Donovan?”

“I really cannot say, but I think the weather took him by surprise.  We found him after a terrible storm.  He was bleeding quite badly, and the priest who is also our doctor said he was malnourished and somewhat dehydrated.  We did the very best we could for him, Hannah... you have to believe that.”

Hannah held Donovan’s gaze.  “I believe you, Love.  I would never, ever blame you for that.  There was something about this place.  He was on a quest, driven by it... searching for something.  I was angry with him for a long time after he died.”

“He loved you very much, you know,” Donovan said softly.  “He talked about you quite a bit while he was with us.”

“I know he did.  But there was something about this place that called to him, and even I couldn’t overcome his obsession.”

“I think he was doing it for you,” Donovan murmured thoughtfully, turning her gaze to the fire.  Hannah sat up and pulled herself away from the Captain’s warm body.

“Excuse me?”

Donovan shifted slightly so she could regard Hannah directly.  “We talked at some length, and more than once I got the distinct impression he was interrogating me.  Almost... almost like he knew that you were the Green Eyes of my dreams.”  She hesitated and looked back at the flames before turning again to Hannah.  “Did you ever tell your father about your dreams?”

Hannah chuckled embarrassedly.  “Um, no.  When I was little, I didn’t understand you were real.  By the time I understood that, I was almost thirteen, and that was just not something I was ready to tell him.”  The expression on Hannah’s face grew sad.  “I was thinking about talking to him that summer.  I had about decided to do it when he came home.”   She drew a short, sobbing breath.  “Then we got word of his death, and I never had the chance.”  Hannah tucked herself back under Donovan’s chin and shivered.  The taller woman wrapped her arms more securely around Hannah and kissed the top of her blonde head.  “I still miss him.”

Donovan almost missed the barely whispered words.  “I know you do, Angel.  Just remember that he loved you very much.”

They were silent for a time after that, each absorbed in their own thoughts.  The room grew warmer as the rain continued to pour down around them.  Hannah let the blanket slide down but made no effort to move from the heat of Donovan’s embrace.  As it grew darker outside, the light from the fire seemed to grow.  Finally Donovan cleared her throat to speak.

“Hannah?”

Hannah stirred, the peace and security she found in Donovan’s arms having lulled her into a state of blissful contentment.  “Hmm?” she mumbled sleepily.  Donovan smiled down, rubbing her cheek against Hannah’s hair.

“What do you think your father would think of us... as a couple, I mean.  Would he approve or at least be happy that you had found happiness?”

“What kinds of questions did he ask you?” Hannah asked suddenly without answering.  Donovan frowned at the sudden change of subject and scrambled to kick-start her mind in a new direction.

“Uh... well, he asked a bit about my family, and we discussed my Naval career and my plans for the future.”  Her brow furrowed.  “We talked about art and literature and education and even a little bit about our hobbies.  Almost as though....”

“Almost as though you were a suitor,” Hannah finished the thought.  “But....”  Now her thoughts trailed off.  “I know he and Jack were searching for something out here.  Even if their actions didn’t prove it, Jack told me as much the other day.”

“Do you know what they were looking for?”  Donovan asked quietly.

“No.  As a child I was never privy to anything like that.  And by the time I figured out that they were searching for something, Daddy died.”  Hannah sighed then continued.  “I just started reading the journals about their explorations, but so far it’s not really clear on what specifically they were searching for.  I asked Jack about it, but he refused to answer.  Said I had to figure it out on my own.”

“Have you?  Figured it out, I mean.”

“No, not really.  I have some clues, but nothing that makes any sense yet.”  Hannah shrugged.  “It’ll fall into place eventually.  It’s just gonna take a while.  But for now I’m not gonna worry about it.”  She hugged Donovan hard, pleased with the fervent response she received.  “I have you here and that is everything.  The rest will wait.”

Donovan leaned down, tilting Hannah’s chin up to receive her kiss.  Hannah didn’t hesitate but deepened it immediately, anxious to convey just exactly how she felt.  Donovan moaned, almost overwhelmed by the depth of emotion Hannah was communicating to her soul.  She responded in kind, sliding her hand into the blonde hair and pulling Hannah so close that even air couldn’t pass between them.

Donovan pulled away from Hannah’s mouth to plant kisses along her jaw line, Hannah’s warm breath in her ear making her shiver.  She reached Hannah’s earlobe and bit gently, eliciting a whimper in response.  “I cannot begin to tell you,” Donovan said in the barest of whispers, “how truly wonderful that makes me feel.”  She kissed down Hannah’s neck, lingering on her jugular and sucking lightly.  Hannah’s grip on her hair grew almost painful as the smaller woman forced Donovan’s head up and captured her lips passionately.

Long moments passed before they came up for air, and still they were close enough to breathe one another’s air with foreheads touching.  “But I plan on showing you every single day for the rest of our lives,” Donovan stated firmly and quietly.

Hannah licked her lips and gazed up into familiar blue eyes.  “You’d better be planning on longer than that.  This is a forever kind of thing for me, Love.”

The smile on Donovan’s face broadened at those words until it seemed to light the whole room.  “I am not sure that forever will be long enough... but it is a good start.”

Hannah couldn’t contain the happiness that bubbled up and she giggled softly.  “I’ve spent twenty-five years dreaming about you... falling in love with you. I want to spend eternity getting to know you.”

The rain had tapered off to less than a drizzle and the cloying smell of wet earth and steam rose to scent the air around them.  Hannah stood and Donovan followed suit.  “I need to get home... see if Jack is back yet.  Will you join us for dinner tonight?  Say around sunset?”

Donovan hesitated, not sure she was ready to meet this ‘Jack’, but knowing Hannah had agreed without hesitation to travel home with her to meet her parents, she nodded solemnly. 

“He may not even be back yet, but I am anxious for the two of you to meet.  We were always close while I was growing up, and when Daddy died he became like a dad to me in a lot of ways.”

Donovan cleared her throat, but her voice still cracked slightly when she spoke.  “Um, do I need to prepare for another interrogation?”

“No, I don’t think... I mean... um, well, he might... I mean uh, yeah, maybe....  Oh God!”  Hannah dropped her now flushed face into her hands.  “Yes, you should probably be prepared for a lot of questions when you meet him.”  Donovan groaned.  “Don’t worry,” Hannah answered the unspoken plea.  “I’m not leaving your side.”

“I am counting on that, Angel.  I already told you.”  She took Hannah’s smaller hands in her own.  “Are you sure I cannot come with you now?”

Hannah kissed the large hands clasping her own, marveling at the strength so evident in them.  “I want to go home; make something sinfully scrumptious for dinner; soak in the tub for a bit and become beautiful for you.”

Donovan smiled.  “You already are beautiful for me.”  She pressed her fingertips to Hannah’s lips to halt her speech.  “But I know what you mean, and I understand the sentiment.”  She walked Hannah to the door.  “May I keep the picnic boxes?  I would like to plan an outing, but I do not have such intriguing containers.”

“Sure.  Would you like me to take them home and wash them first?”

Donovan rolled her eyes and smiled.  “Despite popular belief to the contrary and my mother’s firm confidence otherwise, I am capable of doing a few dishes.”  She mock glowered in Hannah’s direction.  “However if you ever feel the need to share that bit of information, I will deny I ever said it and you will be walking the plank.”

“You really don’t think I am going to share the soft side of you with anyone, do you?” Hannah asked, ignoring the outraged look Donovan was casting her way.  “I am a very selfish person; I don’t share well with others.”

“Soft???  Did you just call me soft?!?”

“Yeah, I did.  You wanna make something of it, Tough Stuff?”

Donovan stared at the fire sparking from those green eyes and smiled sheepishly, shaking her head.  “No ma’am.  I know when to surrender.”

“Don’t worry, Love.”  Hannah said softly as she ran her hands through Donovan’s dark hair.  “I would never do anything to embarrass you.”

“I know....”  She reached out and swatted Hannah’s backside.  “Now go before I change my mind about letting you go alone.”

Hannah stood on tiptoe and pressed a swift kiss to Donovan’s cheek.  “See you in a few hours, Love.”  And she rushed out the door and down the steps, turning to wave before she disappeared into the foliaged pathway.

Donovan stood at the open door for long moments after Hannah was gone.  “My word, I have it bad.”  She shook her dark head ruefully and went back inside, deciding a hot bath was a pretty good idea, and she whistled while she prepared her water... again.

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

Hannah arrived home rather quickly and went directly to start the hot water running in the tub.  She’d hit another cold patch of air on the way home and was now distinctly chilled.  She took a quick look through the house, noting that there was no sign of Jack’s return and letting her shoulder slump just slightly.  She was truly looking forward to him and Donovan meeting one another.

She crossed to the refrigerator and pulled a couple of steaks from the small freezer.  She shivered again when the cold air blasted her, and she set the packages on the tray to thaw, then moved back towards the bathroom.

Hannah sighed in relief as the warmth of the steam crept into her bones, and she quickly stripped her suit off and slid into the depths of the tub and closed her eyes.  Immediately her thoughts were filled with Donovan, and she felt the smile broaden her lips.

She didn’t linger too long in the tub though the water had cooled considerably and she was quite warm when she exited.  She wrapped in a robe and walked back to the kitchen, pleased by the fact that the steaks were nearly thawed.  She spiced and marinated them, then stuck them into the fridge.  A glance at the clock showed her that she still had a couple hours before Donovan was due, and she decided to lay down for a bit.  The events of the day were overwhelming, and she felt the need to consider everything that had happened.

She never even realized when she fell asleep.

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

Donovan was startled from her reverie by a loud pounding on her door, followed by Harold’s youthful voice calling out to her.  “Cap’n!  Captain Scott!  Are you there?”

Donovan groaned, for she knew that Harold’s coming to her place of refuge boded no good for her.  The men respected her need for privacy in this place and were loath to disturb her for less than a life or death emergency.  She moved to the door and flung it open, towering above the young lad and causing him to become mute for a long moment.  Donovan almost chuckled at the expression on his face.  Instead she schooled her features and asked gruffly.  “What is it, Boy?”

Harold swallowed hard and nodded, remembering the importance of his assignment.  “Cap’n, Mr. Merryweather sent me to fetch you, sir.  One of the merchant ships that’s been robbin’ these folks blind just pulled into port, sir.”

Damn! Damn! Damn!  Why here?  And why now?  Donovan banged her head on the doorsill, letting it rest there for a long moment.  “Come in, Harold,” she stated softly as she walked to the kitchen and moved the water off the stove.  “I need you to do something for me.”

The boy followed her, trying to be discreet as he studied his surroundings.  His Captain was a very private woman, and none of the crew had been out here since the day they had helped her to raise the walls.  He waited with his hands stuffed in his pockets while she retrieved a thick sheet of paper, ink and a quill.

Harold stood at the doorway between the kitchen and living area and found his attention riveted to the portrait on the wall.  He recognized the Captain and wondered briefly who the other woman was, and if she was the reason they had been back to the island so much lately.  Not that he was complaining, he thought with a smirk.  He had met the cutest girl here and had been looking for an opportunity to get to know her a little bit.  Harold sighed soundlessly.  This turn of events would put all kinds of damper on the plans he had been making in that regard.

He was brought out of his thoughts and back to rigid attention when Donovan rose from the table and

stopped in front of him.  “Come with me.”  She walked with him to the end of the pathway and took out her knife, cutting a few of the lovely wildflowers that grew there.  She handed the bunch of them and the paper to the cabin boy and caught his eyes with a piercing stare.  “If you follow the coast for about a mile to the west, you will find a house there.”  She gestured in the direction he needed to go.  “I need you to take this note and these flowers and deliver them to the woman who lives there.  You do not have to say anything to her; just make sure she gets them, all right?”

There were a thousand questions he wanted to ask.  He knew better than to give them voice and simply nodded his acceptance of her statement instead.

“Good lad.  This is important.”  She looked off in the direction that her heart was pulling her, angry that she had to give up her evening with Hannah because of someone else’s greed.  Donovan closed her eyes and swallowed hard.  When she reopened them, Harold noted the sky blue had been replaced with colorless gray and he knew he was now looking at the Ice Princess.  It was something the merchants they preyed upon as pirates had nicknamed Donovan when confronted with her cold-hearted fury towards them.  It was an apt description.  He brought his attention back to her words when she began speaking again.  He knew for all her fairness to her officers and men, she could not abide slovenly work or ineptitude.

“I will take your horse and go to the ship immediately.  As soon as you have completed your task, you make all haste on foot to join us.  If we are not there, wait on the dock.  I do not expect this to take too long.  I have better things to be doing with my time tonight.”

“Captain?”  Harold questioned hesitantly.

“Go, Boy and be quick!”

“Aye, sir!” Harold answered with a smart salute and took off running down the beach as fast as his legs would carry him.  Donovan sighed and moved back in the house to change into her ‘other’ uniform.

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Hannah awoke with a start, disoriented, heart pounding.  It took a few minutes for her to get her bearings and catch her breath.  She wondered briefly at the flashes of image that remained from her dream.  Nothing concrete but oddly terrifying nonetheless.  She could still feel the violence; smell the coopery scent of blood; feel the anger and adrenaline....  The memory coaxed a shiver from her body and she rubbed her face with her hands.

“Ugh,” she mumbled to herself.  “That was bizarre.”  She looked around the room, suddenly noticing that it was nearly dark outside.  “Oh God... I overslept.  What is Donovan gonna think?”

She stumbled out of the bedroom looking for any sign that Donovan was waiting for her.  She flipped on the lights, noting to her dismay that they didn’t respond.  “Dammit!” she muttered.  Hannah nixed the dress she had planned to wear and slipped into a pair of comfortable shorts and a long silk shirt she left untucked.  Then she set out to find some sort of lighting.  

Finally after ten minutes worth of mutterings and cursings, Hannah managed to find a single kerosene lantern and a handful of candles.  She stepped out onto the patio, realizing that there’d been another storm while she’d been sleeping and wondering vaguely if that had been what had given her such disturbing dreams.  She shook her head and moved to the woodshed for some wood to stoke the barbeque pit Jack had built.  It would suit her needs admirably this evening.

Hannah looked at the sky again, wondering what was keeping Donovan though she understood it was very likely the other woman had fallen asleep and overslept herself. A power outage tended to throw everyone’s timing off.

She built a small fire in the pit and left it to burn while she went back into the house to finish her preparations.  “Ya know,” she muttered to herself, “you’d think that a man would have at least one flashlight in the house.”  She set the lantern on the counter and snagged a couple potatoes from the bin, cleaning them and wrapping them in foil with butter, salt and pepper.

She took the steaks and the potatoes and juggled them and the lantern as she eased back outside to the grill.  With a glance she saw that the fire was still burning, and Hannah set the potatoes on the back away from the flame.  She placed the steaks to one side wanting to wait until Donovan arrived before starting them.

Hannah sat back as the stars began to come out and the moon began to create its own path on the water.  After a bit her eyes followed its path into the yard and she noticed a lump that hadn’t been there previously.  Curiosity got the better of her and with a glance at the now glowing embers she grabbed the lantern and moved down the pathway towards the spot.

Her breath caught when she noticed it was a bouquet of wildflowers carefully placed in the center of the path.  She brought them to her nose and sniffed, a smile crossing her face.  I guess she came and when she didn’t get an answer left these for me to find.  A frown crossed her face then.  Wonder why she didn’t leave them on the porch? 

She looked back at the barbeque pit and then in the direction of Donovan’s cottage and gave in to the longing to go find her.

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

The cottage was dark when Hannah approached and her frown deepened.  She knocked but the only reply she received was silence.  She walked around the small house, assuring herself that Donovan was nowhere around.  Hannah was torn between anger and concern.  Finally frustrated at herself, at Donovan, at whatever had happened, she turned and made her way back down the beach to Jack’s place.

When she got back to the beach house, she removed the now cooked potatoes from the grill and placed the steaks on to cook.  Hannah wasn’t really hungry, but she didn’t see the point in letting the stuff go to waste.  She stepped inside and set the potatoes on the counter, seeing that the power had come back on in the interim.

“Good.  I’m glad something is finally working right this evening.”

 Hannah finished cooking up the steaks and scattered the embers to allow them to cool faster while she put the steaks in the house.  She walked back out onto the patio, allowing the breeze to riffle through her hair and breathing deeply of the fresh, salty air.

She blew out the lantern and retrieved the wine and a single goblet.  She poured a half a glass and sat back listening to the waves rush to the shore.  She watched the moon extend its path into the sea as she sipped at the wine.  She never felt her eyes slide shut, and she never saw the figure that stood in front of her like a specter hours later.

It was unnerving when she woke up in her own bed at daybreak the following morning.


Chapter VIII

Hannah awoke just as the sun completed its rise over the horizon feeling oddly refreshed though she looked around her room in confusion with sleepily blinking green eyes.  I don’t remember coming to bed last night.  She sat up and glanced down at herself as the sheet slid down her naked torso.  And I certainly don’t remember getting undressed.  Hannah slid from the bed and stood up stretching, noting that the house was still eerily quiet.  Well either Jack is down at the beach or he didn’t get home last night.  Surely he didn’t....

Hannah shook her head, knowing that Jack would never presume to put her to bed like that.  He would simply have awakened her and coaxed her to do it herself.  She frowned; it bothered her that she didn’t remember what happened.  I didn’t dream either.  Hmm....

She turned toward the mirror and regarded her reflection solemnly.  She viewed herself critically, wondering not for the first time how Blue Eyes... how Donovan saw her. Did she find her attractive, beautiful?  Or was Hannah too muscular, too short, too....  Her head fell back in frustration and her eyes closed.  This is ridiculous, and is getting me nowhere fast.  There is a perfectly good reason she didn’t make it last night.  Why not give the woman a chance to explain before you start making assumptions and accusations?

With a nod to herself, Hannah snatched up her robe and up her robe and tied it off.  “Let me go start the coffee and then we’ll see if I can think a little more clearly.”

Flipping the switch on the already prepped pot, Hannah glanced out the patio doors toward the beach but didn’t see any movement.  She shrugged and headed in to the bathroom, content that the coffee would be ready when she got out of the shower.

Fifteen minutes later she stepped out of the bedroom dressed in shorts and a tank top feeling much better.  She walked the few steps to the kitchen, stopping short when she saw a cup of coffee sitting ready on the counter.  Before she could think about it though, she heard the toilet flush and moments later saw Jack’s head pop out of the hallway.  They greeted one another with smiles.

“You nearly gave me a heart attack, you know,” Hannah commented to him as she pulled back from their hug.  “When did you get in?”

Jack handed her the mug of coffee he’d left fixed on the counter for her and looked at the clock.  “Oh about fifteen minutes ago, I guess.  You started the shower just as I passed the bathroom door.”

“How’d your trip go?”

He shook his head and frowned.  “Not well.  I’m gonna be spending a lot of time going back and forth in the next few weeks.  Pisses me off too, I’ll tell ya because we’re supposed to be getting some quality time in together.  The timing on this just stinks.”

She grabbed the fruit bowl from the fridge and set out two bowls and spoons.  Then she seated herself at the bar and motioned for him to do the same.  “Can you share?” She helped herself to some fruit and passed him the container.  “Or would you prefer not to?”

He scooped a portion of the fruit into the bowl in front of him and spooned some into his mouth, nodding his agreement.  “I can share,” he said after he swallowed, “but it really won’t make much sense.”  Jack took another bite and chewed thoughtfully.  “Something peculiar is happening to the weather currents suddenly.  Something that has no logic behind it, and it seems to be affecting other things as well.”

“Like what?”  Hannah asked as she continued to eat.

“Like fishing... or any water sport.  And attitudes.  People are acting more bizarre than they usually do even for tourists,” he added with a smile.

“Bizarre how?”

“Um, well... there was the group of nuns that went gambling in the casino.  And the seniors’ group that went sunbathing naked.  We’ve had the same group of people doing that particular tour for fourteen years, and they have NEVER been nude sunbathing... especially on a public beach.  Then of course there were the college kids that decided to have a prayer meeting in the middle of the road.  That particular fraternity has had more overnights in the drunk tank than any other single group of people that have visited the islands.”

By now Hannah’s eyebrows were in her hairline.  “Okay, Uncle Jack.  I think I am getting the picture.”  She poured them each a second cup of coffee.  “What exactly can you do about it though?”

“I’m not sure, but the Triangle and its effects are my areas of expertise.  I think if we can figure out the ‘why’, fixing the problem should be fairly easy.”  He studied his empty bowl before he looked up to catch her gaze.  “Unfortunately even with my state-of-the-art office, a lot of the equipment is at a research lab on the big island.  So it means a lot of back and forthing for me.”

“Wouldn’t it be easier for you just to stay there?  I mean....”

Jack looked into Hannah’s face squarely.  “Yeah, it would, but that’s not right.  It’s not fair to you that....”  He stopped speaking when she covered his lips.

“You go and you do what you need to.  It will probably go faster if you just stay there and get it done.”  She arched a brow at him.  “Won’t it?”  At his nod she continued.  “I’ve been thinking about your offer... about moving here on a more permanent basis.  That idea is becoming more and more appealing the longer I stay here.”  She smiled when she felt his lips twitch in a grin under her fingertips.  She moved them.

“You mean that?”

“Yeah, I do.  It would be nice to be near family again.”

“And you’re sure about being alone for the next couple weeks?  Cause I don’t know how long this will take.”

“Will you be here for the Pirates’ Ball?”

“Oh yes!” came the adamant reply.  “There are some things that one just does not miss on this island.  That would be at the top of the list.”

“Go then with my blessing.  Just call me once in a while, will ya?  Let me know how things are going?”

“You got it, Sweetheart.  With any luck this will take less time than I imagined.”

“That would be nice.”

“All right,” he said standing up and taking their dishes to the sink.  “Let me go and get done so I can get back.”  He leaned over and kissed her cheek.  “You’re a good niece Hannah and a good friend.  I’m glad you’re here.”

She smiled back at him.  “Me too, Uncle Jack.  Me too.”

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

Within an hour Jack was showered, shaved and repacked.  “I still feel bad about leaving you here alone, Hannah.”

“I’m not alone, Uncle Jack, and so many of your friends are becoming mine as well.  So it’s not a bad thing.  Now I’ll see you on the twenty-fifth if not before, right?”

“Yep, though I will try to make it home for the weekend if I don’t get caught up in things.”  He scratched the back of his neck absently.

“Happens a lot, hmm?”  Hannah teased gently.

“Yeah... it’s gotten me into trouble more than once.”

“Just don’t forget to call me once in a while, and you’ll be fine.”

A horn sounded and he moved to the door.  “Thanks for calling Harry to pick me up.  I’ll call you tonight when I get settled in.”

“Have fun, Jack.  I haven’t seen you this excited about a project in years.”

It was quiet once he left, and Hannah turned her attention to the day outside.  She was debating with herself on whether or not she wanted to go see if she could find Donovan.  She still hadn’t decided if she was more concerned, angry or upset when Donovan appeared at the end of the path, waiting hesitantly to see what sort of reception she was going to receive.

Hannah stood looking at her for a long moment, and Donovan cocked her head slightly in supplication.  Hannah stepped off the patio and moved down the path towards Donovan who stood stock still, not sure of her welcome.

Hannah stood looking into contrite blue eyes for a minute before reaching out and taking Donovan’s hand in her own.  “We need to talk, I think.”  The dark head simply nodded in agreement and Donovan allowed Hannah to lead her to the porch.

“Have a seat,” Hannah offered.  “I’ll get us something to drink.”

Donovan glance around at the house she had only til now seen in the darkness.  It was nothing spectacular though she found the use of the natural rock very clever.  The patio and several of the seats thereon seemed to be carved from it.  She noted the amount of glass windows and figured that Jack must be a very wealthy man to have used it so lavishly.  It had taken her almost a year’s wages to buy all the glass she had used in her own cottage, and they were nowhere near the size of the sheet that served as the door that Hannah re-emerged from.

Hannah was relieved of the tray as she stepped across the threshold, and she had to smile at the gallantness of her intrepid companion.  Donovan set the glasses down on the roughhewn wooden table very cautiously, and Hannah felt more than heard the sigh of relief she emitted when the chore was complete.

Hannah smiled and spoke softly.  “I take my tea unsweetened, but perhaps you like sugar... or... something in yours?”

Donovan shook her head.  “Unsweetened is fine.  I like to taste the tea.”

Hannah nodded and poured a glass.  She handed it to Donovan, who accepted it with widened eyes.  “What?” she questioned, looking around for a problem.

“You use ice so liberally?”

“Um, yes.  It’s the best way to drink iced tea that I know of.”  Hannah realized that it was probably not that common on the rest of the island.  “It’s just how we always had it growing up.”

Donovan took a tentative sip.  “That is very cold,” was her comment before taking a larger swallow.  “I like this.”  And she gave Hannah a big grin.  A grin that faded when it was not returned.  “Hannah?” she queried softly.

“What happened to you last night, Donovan?  No word, no note, nothing.  And I know you weren’t home because I went down to check.”

Donovan scowled.  “Waitaminute.  What do you mean... no note or anything?  I sent my cabin boy Harold over with specific instructions to give you flowers and a note personally.  To put them directly into your hands.  You mean to tell me he did not do that??”  The Captain stood up full of ire and started to stomp away.  Hannah placed a calming hand on Donovan’s forearm, and she halted in her tracks.

“I am sorry, Hannah.  I do not blame you for being upset with me.  I need to go take care of Harold.  My crew knows the penalty for disobedience.  I need to find out what happened before I set his punishment.”

“Hold on a minute, Donovan.”  Hannah tugged on Donovan’s arm and pulled the tall woman back down into the seat beside her.  “I found some flowers at the end of the path after moonrise last night, but there was no note.  They may have been there earlier and I just didn’t notice them.  I don’t know; it’s hard to say at this point what happened.  Maybe he left the note and it blew away.”

“Maybe.  But his directions were to give them TO you... not leave them in the path or on the porch.  He disobeyed a direct order and will have to be disciplined accordingly.”

“In the meantime that does not tell me where you were last night.”  Hannah paused, realizing just how possessive she sounded.  She continued in a quieter voice, “I was worried.”

Contrite blue eyes glanced down before rising to meet green.  “I am sorry to have worried you,” Donovan said quietly.  “We had an emergency last night, and it had to be dealt with immediately.”

Hannah waited, but when no more information was forthcoming, she asked, “Can you share with me?  I’d like to understand.”

Donovan sighed soundlessly.  She trusted Hannah not to betray her, but she was still unsure what the woman’s reaction would be to the reality of what they did.  “We had to take care of some merchants who were stealing from the tribes here again.  They think they can because they have money, but it is not right.  So we do not let them.”

Truth as far as it went; just none of the gorier details.  That was something Donovan hoped she never had to share.

Hannah thought about that for a while.  “That makes sense,” she said at last.  “They shouldn’t be allowed to take advantage of these people and their culture just because they think they can.”

Donovan nodded with agreement and sighed with relief.  She was glad that Hannah agreed in principle, even if she didn’t understand the practice behind it.  “I am sorry to have missed dinner with you last night.  Do you think we could try again?”

Hannah looked at Donovan, gauging the sincerity in her eyes.  “I think we could.  I think I can make steak salad and twice baked potatoes from what was supposed to be dinner last night.”

“Twice baked potatoes?”

“Go with me on this.  It’s wonderful... trust me.”

“I do.”  And with those words, Hannah felt her hurt feelings melt away into the warmth of belonging.  She gave Donovan a dazzling smile.  “What would you like to do today?”

“What I would like to do, and what I am going to do are two entirely different things.”  The leer she cast in Hannah’s direction caused a distinct warming of her whole body with the implications.  “I must go speak with Harold first.  I cannot let such impudence go unpunished.  It is bad for morale, and it is bad for discipline.”

Hannah thought about this then nodded her slow agreement.  “May I go with you?  I won’t interfere, but I don’t want to give up the day with you.”  She hesitated then tilted her head and added, “Please?”     

Donovan smiled.  There was no way she could resist that much adorable thrown directly at her.  Truth be told, she didn’t really want to.  “I think we could do that.  It is quite a walk, though.  And um, you probably do not want to go dressed like that.”  Hannah looked down at her shorts and tank top, then at Donovan’s linen trousers and shirt, and her brow furrowed.  Donovan caught the look and hastened to explain.  “I like it though not as much as your native garb,” she said with wiggling eyebrows.  That got her a smack on her abs.  “Oof!” she mock coughed.  “Pay a woman a compliment and she beats you black and blue.”  Hannah snorted.

“As if.”

“Anyway,” Donovan continued, “Like I was saying, I like it. But I do not want men leering at you.  That is my privilege,” she said casting another leer in Hannah’s direction for emphasis.  “My men would probably be the best behaved, but I see no reason to throw temptation deliberately at them.  The others I cannot control and I am not sure the world is ready for the consequences.”

Hannah caught the burning faraway look in Donovan’s eyes, and she shivered at the intensity Donovan was emitting in roiling waves.  She took a breath to speak and Donovan turned, her gaze softening as soon as their eyes met.  Hannah smiled, relived when Donovan returned the look and reached for her.  Hannah pulled the strong hand to her waist and lifted her own hand up to stroke Donovan’s smooth face.

“I can see your point, but I don’t have much else.  Especially since the alternative of going native is probably not a good option.  Unless....”  She tapered off and Donovan raised a dark brow in question.

“Unless...?” she prompted.

“Uh... wait here a minute.  I’ll be right back.”

Hannah disappeared into the house and Donovan resumed her seat, closing her eyes and frowning slightly as images from the previous evening assaulted her senses.  She focused her thoughts and her breathing toward nothingness, and she almost didn’t hear Hannah return.

For her part Hannah stood at the closed door for a long moment just admiring the beauty of the woman who sat on the patio.  When she pushed the door aside Hannah felt those piercing blue eyes turn her way, and she flushed under the frank admiration there.  Donovan smiled in true appreciation.

“You are beautiful.”

She reached out her hands to Hannah who accepted them without thought.  Donovan looked the smaller woman up and down and nodded her head in approval.  She reached a tentative hand out to touch the dark green material and sighed when she made contact with silk.  More and more she was starting to realize the gulf that existed between herself and Hannah.  While her family was by no means destitute and was in fact titled and well respected, the luxuries she had seen Hannah take for granted were far beyond her means.  The thought caused her to withdraw just slightly.

Hannah caught Donovan’s hand before it could slide was from her completely.  “I don’t like that look,” she stated frankly.  “What are you thinking?  Is the outfit not going to work?”

Donovan turned away so her face was to the sea.  “It is nothing,” she muttered.  Hannah wasn’t having any of that and moved into her line of sight to confront her.     

“No,” Hannah said so firmly that Donovan’s eyes tracked to her automatically.  “No, something is bothering you and I want to know what it is.”  She paused.  “If we are going to be together, Love, we’re going to have to be honest with one another.”

Donovan looked into earnest eyes.  “All right, but let us walk; it takes a while to get to the port from here, and I need to take care of this now.”

“Then this outfit is okay?”

“The outfit is perfect though it does not do you justice.”  She smiled at Hannah’s blush.  “Come.  Walk with me, Angel.”  She extended a hand that Hannah accepted immediately.  With a smile the two women headed down the path to the beach.

Somewhat to Hannah’s surprise they turned east towards Donovan’s cottage.  She started to speak, but held her tongue when Donovan’s fingers touched her lips.  Instead she licked the appendages and smirked at the growl the action drew from the depths of Donovan’s chest.

When they reached the path to the cottage, Donovan turned and pulled Hannah with her.  They walked until they reached the steps, and Donovan moved the smaller woman to stand in front of them as they both faced the small home.

“Take a good look,” she whispered into the nearby ear.  Hannah had to focus on the sight in front of her rather than the feeling of being locked in Donovan’s strong embrace.  Donovan realized when Hannah’s attention shifted from her to the house and she waited a few minutes.

“Now I want you to think about something... hush and let me finish.”  Donovan waited for Hannah to nod compliance before she continued.  “I have seen how you live, Hannah.  You use glass for your doors and wear yards of silk and use ice so liberally.  I cannot provide that for you, much as I would like to.”  She sighed and took a seat on the stone step she herself had built.  “The glass you see in these windows took me almost a year’s salary to buy.  The two silk shirts I have I only wear on special occasions to keep them from wearing out.  I live comfortably but have nowhere near the means to support you as you have become accustomed to.”  She looked down at the ground now.  “I thought you should know.”

Hannah knelt down in front of Donovan, raising her head until their eyes met.  “Donovan, do you think so little of me that you believe I would put material possessions before what we share... what we have shared for twenty years?”

“No,” came the instant response.  “No... I, um... no, not... not really, but, um... I, uh... I wanted you to know the truth upfront.  I do not want you to think I am taking advantage of your wealth.”

Hannah laughed out loud at this statement and moved to sit in Donovan’s lap.  Donovan was surprised but pleased at the action and welcomed Hannah with open arms.  “Honey, I appreciate the sentiment, but I’m really not wealthy.  Comfortable, like you.  Besides, we’re partners, right?”  She waited for Donovan to process her words and watched the dark head nod agreement.  “Right, and that means we share.  What’s mine is yours, all right?”

“All right,” Donovan said emphatically.

Hannah started to get up then sat back down rather abruptly.  “Oh, and one more thing....”  She caught Donovan’s chin in her hand and made sure she had her attention.    “I want you to understand this if you don’t understand anything else, okay?”

“Okay,” Donovan answered softly.

“If all we had was a blanket for shelter, I would be happy as long as we were sheltered together.” She stared deep into trusting eyes and willed Donovan to believe.  “Now are we clear on this?”

Donovan kept the gaze up for another long moment before she pulled Hannah’s lips to meet her own.  “Yes ma’am,” she whispered against Hannah’s mouth.  “We are clear.”

Hannah had no opportunity to reply as Donovan took possession of her lips and claimed the very air that she breathed.  When they separated Donovan rose and brought Hannah up with her.  “Come,” she said on a breathless note.  “If we stay here much longer I will not be responsible for what happens to your virtue, and I really need to get to the ship.”

Hannah flushed at the brazenness of Donovan’s comment, then made one of her own.  “You keep kissing me like that and my virtue won’t be a problem.  I’ll make sure there isn’t any left.”

Donovan’s ears turned bright red as she led the way down the path back towards the beach.  “You know, when I was a child there were a lot of nights I did not see your eyes in my dream,” Donovan stated quietly moving the conversation into different waters.

Hannah waited silently, knowing there was more.

“On those nights, I was in a meadow very similar to the one here.  As a matter of fact, that meadow is the main reason I decided to build here.”  She sighed.  “It was a wonderful place... full of wildflowers and shady trees....”

A gasp.  “And a cave that was perfect for exploring on rainy days.”

Donovan’s head swung abruptly towards Hannah, and her eyes widened.  “How did you...?”

“Because I was there.  It was generally the two of us though there were a few times that I was there alone.  We ran and laughed and played together.  It was my favorite dream, next to seeing your eyes.”

“Waitaminute... that was YOU??  That was us... together??  How come... why didn’t we recognize each other?”

“I dunno,” Hannah answered slowly.  “I don’t remember ever seeing your eyes there.  I don’t think the time was right.  We were children together, becoming friends and making memories without realizing their importance to us until right now.”

“So in our dreams we got to grow up together.  We got to be friends.”  Donovan’s smile was blinding and Hannah returned it wholeheartedly.  She wrapped her arms around the tall woman and squeezed tightly.

“Yeah, we did.  And I think that is wonderful.  All my most cherished dreams....  You have always been a part of them... a part of my life.”

Donovan returned the embraced, leaning down to steal a kiss.  “I am just glad that our dreams have finally become reality.  The dreams were wonderful, but reality is so much nicer.”

Hannah turned in Donovan’s arms and laced her hands behind the dark head.  “It certainly is, and it’s only gonna get better.”  She urged Donovan’s head lower until they were a mere hairsbreadth apart.

“You sure about that, beloved?” Donovan asked softly.  The tickle of warm breath across Hannah’s lips started a tingling sensation a lot lower, and she pulled Donovan’s mouth into her own.

“Uh huh,” she mumbled, and it was the last coherent thought for quite a few minutes.  When they separated, Hannah looked down at Donovan’s hands that had crept completely up under her top and were now resting considerably higher then her waist.   She looked into Donovan’s eyes and grinned at the blush that crossed her face.

“Oh, um....”  Donovan began to slide her hands away from Hannah’s body when strong arms locked them in place.  She looked at Hannah in shocked confusion.

“Don’t move them on my account,” came the sultry whisper from Hannah’s lips.

Donovan cleared her throat.  “I am moving them on mine because I do not want our first time to be in the sand on the beach.” 

Hannah thought about that and nodded, tying the fastener she’d loosened on Donovan’s blouse.  “I agree with you on that.  Sand is just not my idea of romantic.”

Donovan chuckled.  “No, not really.  It sounds romantic I know.  But if you spend anytime at all on the beach naked, you learn the fallacy of that idea pretty quickly.”  She reached for Hannah’s hand to start their journey back to the ship, and was surprised when Hannah froze, standing still with her hands on her hips, green eyes glaring slits.

“Um, Hannah?”

“Do I want to know how you know about being on the beach naked?”  Her tone was sharp and biting, but she couldn’t seem to help it.  The sudden surge of jealously she felt was overwhelming.

“It is how I go swimming when I am out here, and the first couple times I just dropped into the sand without thinking about it,” was Donovan’s quiet response.

“Oh, uh....”  Hannah dropped her gaze.  “Sorry, I’m not real sure where that came from.”

Donovan lifted Hannah’s chin until their eyes met.  “It is okay. It is actually a little flattering for me.  I have never had someone get jealous about me before.”

Now Hannah’s look turned to one of disbelief.  She clasped Donovan’s face in her hands and stared hard at her.  ”You’re kidding me right?  God, Donovan, you’re gorgeous.”  Donovan blushed at the compliment but maintained eye contact with Hannah. 

“Thank you, Angel.  But you are the first person to get close enough to say so.  I have always been a bit of a loner.  The friends I have would not think to comment on something like that.  It would not occur to them.”

“Well then,” Hannah answered, “I’ll make sure to tell you every single day for the rest of our lives.”

Donovan had no response to make so she extended her hand to Hannah once again.  When Hannah accepted, she was pulled firmly into Donovan’s body.  “I love you,” Donovan whispered, running her fingers lightly along Hannah’s smooth cheekbone.  That got her a blinding smile in return.

“I love you too.”  Their lips met in an exchange that was as much an affirmation of their love as it was of their passion.  They broke apart and their foreheads met for a long moment.

“C’mon,” Hannah said.  “We’re not making much progress here.”

“No, we certainly are not,” Donovan agreed laughingly.  She pulled on their linked hands and began jogging down the beach.  Hannah squealed and ran to keep up.

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

It took them about half an hour of jogging and walking before they came around the bend in the island that led to the port.  Hannah slowed and Donovan took three steps before she realized that Hannah had come to a full stop.  She turned and saw the astonished expression and moved swiftly back to Hannah’s side.  “Angel?”

Hannah’s mouth moved soundlessly for a minute before her arm rose and she pointed.  “Donovan, that’s a British Man o’ War.”

Donovan turned and glanced proudly at her ship.  “Yes ma’am.  It certainly is.  She is the finest ship in the fleet.”  Her focus reverted back to Hannah when she felt the small hand clutch at her arm.  “Hannah?”

“Donovan,” Hannah whispered.  She swallowed twice, trying valiantly to speak normally. It didn’t help.  “Donovan,” she tried again.  “What year is it?”

Confusion crossed the tanned features, but she answered the question anyway.  “It is the year of our Lord eighteen hundred and fifty-five.”

She caught Hannah as she crumpled before her body touched the sand.


Chapter IX

“Captain!!” the blonde man called when he saw the tall woman staggering through the sand towards them.  He wondered briefly about the green bundle in her arms but not enough to question it at the moment.  Instead he shouted at the crew.  “Mr. MacKensie, Mr. Trilby, see if you can assist the captain.”  The two men moved down towards the gangplank.  Trilby stopped and did an about face, snatching up a litter to make carrying the bundle easier.

MacKensie reached Donovan and gave her a salute that she acknowledged with a nod of her head.  Trilby was close behind him and nudged him with the pallet.  Mac turned with a growl, then took the end of the travois.  Between them they spread the litter to accept the Captain’s burden.  Their eyes widened with their first glance at the beautiful woman Donovan carried, then they turned away out of respect.

Donovan smiled.  She knew she could count on her men, at least most of them, being gentlemen around Hannah.  The few she was worried about... well, those she would take care of if and when the need arose though she hoped it never did.

She laid Hannah tenderly on the pallet and took the small hand in her own as she accompanied the litter to the ship.  The men did not speak, but there was no need.  As soon as they reached the deck, Donovan resumed her hold on Hannah and took her below decks to her quarters.  The priest was waiting there for them.   

He examined Hannah carefully, under Donovan’s watchful gaze.  Satisfied he moved to his Captain’s side and spoke in hushed tones.  “I canna find a problem, Cap’n.  There’s no physical reason for her condition.”

“Thank you, Father.”  She hesitated and he waited.  “Could shock or surprise do this, do you think?”

“Aye, sir.  I b’lieve it could if the shock was profound enough.”

Donovan sat down in the chair and ran her hands through her dark hair.  Then she brought her clasped hands to her lips and let them rest there as she reviewed the last two days detail by detail, searching for the missing clue that would explain Hannah’s reaction to the date.  She never even noticed when the priest slipped out the door.

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

There was a cool breeze blowing around her, scented with the smells of wet oak and seawater.  The soft platform she felt under her was rolling gently.  The screech of gulls could be heard nearby and Hannah spent several moments just processing the sounds and smells before green eyes opened mere slits.  There was a porthole above her head that was open, letting in both the breeze and enough light to allow her to observe her surroundings.  She eased up on her elbows and took a good look around the small cabin.

It was a neat room though sparsely furnished.  The small cot she lay upon was long and obviously made for a single individual.  There was a desk with a very old world map tacked to the wall above it and several ancient navigation tools upon it.  Across from the bed was a long cabinet and two smaller ones.  Underneath the cabinets sat Donovan in the room’s only chair, sharp blue eyes focused intently on Hannah.  Hannah gasped and sat bolt upright, clutching her head in her hands.  Donovan knelt by her side instantly, glad beyond measure that Hannah did not flinch or try to pull away from her touch.

Hannah leaned into the strong body trying to get her bearings.  The hands that caressed her back were soothing and familiar as was the scent she breathed deeply into her lungs.  Donovan continued the light touches, feeling Hannah gradually relax beneath them.  Eventually Hannah felt steady enough to push away slightly so she could look into Donovan’s eyes.

Donovan cupped her face gently.  “Are you all right, Love?  You scared me.”

Hannah shook her head slightly.  “I’m sorry.  I didn’t mean to scare you.  I think I had a blonde moment.”  She ran a shaky hand through her blonde mane and chuckled nervously.

“How so, Angel?”  Donovan was more than a little concerned.  It was very apparent that whatever had happened, it had shaken Hannah badly.

“I must have misunderstood you earlier, Donovan.  I don’t know why, but I imagined you said it was 1855.”

Donovan’s brow creased.  “You did not imagine anything, Hannah.  That is what I said.  It is June sixteenth, eighteen hundred and fifty-five.”

Hannah’s hand came up to cover her mouth, and she spent several minutes trying to breathe without hyperventilating.  “Donovan, Love.  That’s not possible.”

“Um, Hannah... not only is it possible, it is also the truth.  Did you hit your head?  I thought I caught you before you hit anything but....”  She reached her hands towards Hannah’s head only to find them captured in Hannah’s.

“My head is fine, Sweetheart.  Except for the fact that I seem to have crossed into the twilight zone, I mean.”

“Twilight zone?” from Donovan, her brows frowning at the unknown reference.

Hannah looked up into clear blue eyes and saw nothing but honest confusion and frustration at the situation that she was having difficulty understanding.  She gasped.

“This isn’t a joke is it?  You’re not just toying with me about the date are you?”

“No, Hannah, I am not.  Why would I?”

Hannah brought their joined hands to her lips.  “Let me see if I can make this make sense for you, ‘cause my mind is still spinning.”  Donovan nodded and squeezed Hannah’s fingers.  “Okay.  Right here, right now it is the middle of the nineteenth century.  It is 1855.”  Donovan nodded again, wondering where this was leading.  “Donovan, I am from the twenty-first century.  I will not even be born for more than one hundred years.”

Donovan looked deep into her eyes, seeing a truth there that belied the ludicrousness of the statement.  “You’re serious.”  A flat statement.  Hannah nodded.  “Oh boy.  Though now Harold’s statement makes a lot more sense.”

Hannah’s eyebrow rose in question.  “How so?  What did he say?”

For answer Donovan went to the door and signaled a crewmember.  With a few muttered words to the man, he scurried off and she closed the door.  Donovan resumed her seat after moving the chair next to the bed.  Within two minutes a light knock was heard, and in her best Captain’s voice she bade the person to enter.

The door opened and a small lad of about eleven crossed the threshold and stood at attention.  “Stand at ease, Harold,” Donovan said quietly, and the boy visibly relaxed though not without several darting glances at the woman in the bed.  He waited silently for his Captain to speak.  “Harold, I want you to tell your story to Miss Reilly here.  I want you to tell her exactly what you told me earlier.”

The youth nodded and swallowed nervously.  “Aye, sir.”  He swallowed again.  “Um, after I left you yesterday, I went west, like ya said.  I went forever seemed like, til I saw the town comin’ into view, and I knew I musta missed the path.  So I headed back t’other way, til I got to your house again.”  He stopped and cleared his throat.  “It was nigh unto dark by now, and I knew I was gonna be in terrible trouble if I didn’t find the house so I started back west, and this time I counted off my steps.  When I got to where a mile was, I started looking for the pathway that shoulda been there. T’wasn’t nothing there that I could see in the dark, but then the moon lit up a path that led me to the tiniest nitch in the woods.  I pushed through the brambles til I come to a clearing that held that rock formation ya spoke of.  I never did see no house ma’am so I laid the flowers on the note and left them at the end of the path.”  He looked at Hannah directly for the first time.  “I’m sorry ma’am.  I dinna know what else to do.  I couldn’t find ya ‘cause there was nothing there like the Cap’n said.  And I had to get back here.”  He turned and faced Donovan.  “I’m sorry sir.  I was gonna tell ya this mornin’, but you was gone when I got up.”

Donovan nodded.  “That will be all for now, Harold.  We will discuss your punishment later.”

He came to attention.  “Aye, sir.”  He turned and nodded at Hannah.  “Ma’am” was all he said respectfully.  Then he slipped out the door before Donovan changed her mind.

Hannah sat quietly absorbing the information he had given them, then finally nodded.  “It makes perfect sense if anything in this whole scenario can.”

“What do you mean?” Donovan asked.  Her head was beginning to ache trying to wrap her mind around what Hannah was telling her, and what she was slowly trying to accept as the truth of their situation.

“We, you and I can cross time.  We have done so for years in our dreams and now that we are physically in the same place, we can also physically cross to share the same time.  But no one else would necessarily be able to do that.  We’ve never had others in our dreams.  There is no reason why anyone else would need to cross time like that.”

Donovan nodded, impressed with her logic and waiting to see if she would continue.  She didn’t have long to wait.

“I need to check the journals.  It is entirely possible that our answer lies there.”

“Why?”

“Donovan, my father and Jack spent their entire lives studying the Triangle.  Now that I think about it... now that we have actually met, it occurs to me that what little bit I’ve read of the journal ties in to us.”  She shrugged.  “It’s worth a shot.”

Donovan studied Hannah a moment more, then nodded briskly.  “Very well.”  She ran a large hand through Hannah’s hair.  “How do you feel?”

“Honestly?  Physically, I am fine.  The rest of me is kinda overwhelmed at the moment.”

Donovan gave her a shaky, crooked grin.  “We are in agreement there, Angel.”  She blew out a breath with force enough to lift her bangs.  “Would you like to rest a while longer or would you like a tour?”

“I think I would like a tour, Cap’n,” Hannah replied with a grin.  Donovan rose and smoothed her linen trousers before extending a hand to help Hannah to her feet.  “Can I ask you a question first?” Donovan’s brow rose and she nodded.    “Is there a reason that Harold referred to you as sir?  Surely he knows....”  Hannah let her thoughts trail into silence.

Donovan put her arms around Hannah’s waist and pulled the smaller woman into her so Hannah’s back was to her chest.  “All the men under my command know I am a woman, Hannah, and they afford me whatever privacy they can because of it.  When we are not acting in an official capacity, we are more like family than a captain and crew.  However, I am still the captain, and as such I am given the respect due my position; it is easier for everyone to keep things straight for me to be referred to as sir.  It causes less confusion than trying to switch back and forth.”

Hannah looked at her confusedly.  “Huh?”

Donovan motioned around the tiny cabin and opened the tall closet.  Inside hung a Naval dress uniform complete with sword and plumed hat and several less ornate uniforms as well.  “This is the captain’s cabin on a British Naval vessel... commanded by a man as law and tradition dictates.”

Donovan turned Hannah in her arms then and watched as the confusion cleared from green eyes and Hannah’s brow rose.  “Oh, okay.   I gotcha.  That way they don’t get their sirs and ma’ams mixed up, especially in public.”

“Precisely.  It is a practice that has served us well.”

“I will try to remember that, Captain, sir,” Hannah said seriously.

“Hannah, I will be happy to hear you call me Donovan for the rest of my days.”

“Oh, I think I can work with that scenario,” Hannah said, before reaching up and placing a soft kiss on Donovan’s lips.  “Now show me your boat.”

“Ship, Angel.  She is a ship and the proudest of the fleet.”  They left the cabin with Hannah’s light laughter trailing behind them.

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

Donovan took her time showing Hannah around until she noticed the rocking and rolling of the vessel below decks was causing Hannah to turn the shade of her eyes.  With a muffled curse she hastened to get Hannah back above deck and into the fresh air and sunshine.

“Are you all right, Hannah?” Donovan asked solicitously as she rubbed the woman’s heaving back.  They had barely made it to the railing before everything became too much and Hannah proceeded to lose her breakfast.

Hannah nodded.  “Yes, Love.  I think everything just finally caught up with me and the motion of the bo... ship made it all come to a head.”  She chuckled despite herself.  “So to speak.”

“Well I think maybe I should take you home, or maybe into town to get something to eat?”

“Maybe just off the ship for a while?” Hannah said piteously. “I think I would just like to feel stable again for a few minutes.”

“I think we can arrange that.  Mr. Merryweather!” Donovan called, and Hannah stood amazed at the instant change in her companion’s voice and demeanor.

“Aye, sir.”

“I am very pleased with the progress.  You and the rest of the crew make sure you get some shore time while we are here.  I will be back later in the week.  I would like my books dropped off at the cottage.”

“Aye, sir.  What of Harold?”

“I am still considering his punishment.  I will let you know when I have decided.”

“Aye, sir, I’ll have your books delivered to the cottage this afternoon.  And if I may be so bold, Captain, congratulations.  I am glad to see you’ve found your dream at last.”

Ice blue eyes pinned him in place for a long moment and for the first time since their very first fight, John Merryweather was afraid he had stepped where angels feared to tread.  That fear melted into nothing when the blue eyes warmed and Donovan smiled at him. 

“Thank you, John,” the Captain answered quietly, shocking him with her use of his first name.  “I have though we will have to discuss how you knew of my dreams later.”

He nodded and lowered his eyes.  “Aye, sir.  At your convenience.”

“Very well then, Mr. Merryweather.  Carry on.  I will see you before the end of the week.”

The man saluted sharply and Donovan returned the salute before she and Hannah headed down the gangplank to the dock.  When they reached the end of the short pier, Donovan tucked Hannah’s hand into the crook of her elbow and covered it with her hand.  Then she smiled down into sparkling eyes.

“Better, Angel?”

Hannah nodded briskly, still adjusting to the lightning changes in Donovan’s deportment. She was amazed at the sheer presence Donovan exuded in her ship’s captain persona.  So very different from the private person Hannah felt she knew so much better.

Slowly they strolled in the direction of town, and Hannah’s first thought was one of amazement at how very similar it was to the one of her own time.   There was a trading post that Hannah could see resembled the general store, and the beach area had several canoes and small boats.  There was what appeared to be a communal meetinghouse, and a large pit close to it. 

“Where do the sailors stay?” Hannah asked motioning back to the ship.  “I don’t see a hot... an inn.”

“We are the only ship that stays here longer than overnight anymore, and my men stay on the ship or sleep on the beach.  Mostly they stay on the beach, glad just to be on dry land.”

“Did there used to be an inn for them?  When the other ships came?”

Donovan scratched the back of her neck.  “Um, no.  We stepped in before that became a possibility.  We stumbled on this little island about six years ago.”

Hannah was quiet for a bit.  They continued walking around the small village, noting the numerous small homes set back in the trees.  Donovan took Hannah into the trading post, and she was pleasantly surprised by both its size and the variety of goods available there.  Hannah spied what she was looking for along the back wall and clasped Donovan’s hand in her own and moved to where the material was stacked on the shelves.

“Captain Scott!”  Donovan turned at the hail, and her face broke out in a smile.  She opened her arms and the small woman embraced her in a crushing hug.  The growl she heard at her back made her smile broaden perceptibly.  Donovan loosened her hold on the young native woman and received three swift, hard kisses.

Donovan moved completely out of the embrace and stepped back to wrap herself possessively around Hannah.  She felt the blonde woman’s struggle with her jealousy and whispered, “I love you, Hannah.”  Donovan felt Hannah relax back against her and kissed her ear when Hannah’s hands came up to tangle in her own.

The other woman watched the proceedings with interest.  She’d never seen the Captain so alive, and she squashed down the jealousy she felt for the blonde woman to rejoice in Donovan’s happiness.  She extended a hand toward Hannah who naturally reached back.

“How do you do?  I am Satosh Nairoah.”

“Hannah Reilly.  It’s nice to meet you.”  Amazing how easy it was to be gracious to this woman when she was enveloped in Donovan’s arms.

“It is a pleasure to meet the woman who brings such joy to Captain Scott’s face.  I have never seen her so happy.”  She and Hannah shared a laugh over the deep flush that covered Donovan’s skin.  “What can I do for you today?”

Hannah hesitated, not sure what Satosh’s position was.  Donovan sensed the problem and answered the unspoken question.

“Satosh’s family operates the trading post.  Her father Debendra is the tribe’s shaman.”

“It is true.  So how can I help you, Hannah?”

Hannah looked down at the silk pajamas she was wearing.  “I was looking at the material.  I need a few more clothes than I originally thought I would.  I just... um... I’m not sure....  I can’t sew.”

“That is not a problem,” Donovan said quickly.  “Satosh does work that can rival the finest seamstresses on the continent.  She does most of my sewing and that of my men.”

Hannah felt the jealousy flare again and wondered why she felt that way.  Donovan hadn’t given her a reason to think there was a need for it.  Then she recognized the expression on Satosh’s face.  Before she could compose herself to comment, Satosh spoke up.

“I would be most pleased to help you if you wish, Hannah.”  She motioned to Donovan.  “My father wishes to speak to you.  Hannah and I can handle this alone.”

Donovan gazed into Hannah’s eyes for a very long moment before she nodded.  “I will be right outside.  Call me if you need me.”

“I always need you,” Hannah confirmed instantly.  “But you go on.  Satosh and I will be fine.”

Donovan brushed a light kiss across Hannah’s lips and squeezed her tenderly before letting her go and walking back to the front of the store and out the door.  Hannah and Satosh regarded one another for a silent moment, before the blonde decided to lay all the cards on the table.

“You love her,” Hannah stated.  Satosh held her eyes briefly before she nodded and dropped them to the floor.

“From the moment she rescued me from slavers three years ago.”  She stepped behind the counter and began lifting down bolts of cloth.

“But you never told her.  Why?”  Hannah started sorting through the bolts, laying those she liked to one side.

Satosh turned from the shelves then and faced Hannah eye to eye.  “I knew she was not meant for me nor I for her.  She told Da that her destiny and mine followed different paths.  You already owned her heart.”

“As she owned mine.”

Satosh nodded.  “I can see what is between you.  It is hard to accept such blunt truth, but I have known it in my heart always.  Confronting it face to face is a little different.”

Hannah reached out then and covered Satosh’s hand with her own.  “You will find someone, Satosh.”

The younger woman smiled crookedly with tears in her eyes.  “You sound like my mother.”

Hannah chuckled.  “Listen to her.  I’ve been told they know everything.”

Satosh laughed now and added, “Or they like to think they do anyway.  It is scary how they seem to know the minute you decide to misbehave.”  She caught the melancholy in Hannah’s eyes.  “Hannah?  Have I said something to upset you?”

Hannah shook her head.  “No, no... I just... I never knew my mother.  She died giving birth to me.”

Satosh reached over and squeezed her hands gently.  “Then I shall introduce you to mine.  She will adopt you much like she did Captain Scott, I expect.”

“I’d like that.” 

Silence fell for several moments as they continued to sort through the material.  Satosh restored the ones Hannah did not want to the shelves and then turned back to the stack that was left.  “Do you have any ideas on how you would like these made up?”

Hannah thought about it seriously for a bit, knowing she was going to have to fit into clothing and styles of which she had no concept.  “I dunno, really.  Something along the lines of what Donovan has, I guess.  Maybe a dress or two?”  She shrugged slim shoulders.  “What do you suggest?”

Satosh took a long moment to look Hannah up and down thoroughly.  “Undress for me please.”

Hannah’s brows shot to her hairline.  “Excuse me?”

“I need to measure you.  I know what to do for you.  So remove your clothing please so I can get your measurements and get started.”

Hannah looked around at the wide-open store.  Even though the two of them were alone at the moment, she was not about to chance taking off her clothing where just anyone could walk in and see her.  “Um, Satosh... I can’t do that here.  What if someone walks in?”

Satosh had already turned her attention to the material on the counter, separating it into piles for trousers, shirts and dresses.  “What?  Oh, I beg your pardon.  Come with me.”  She drew Hannah into a small alcove off the dry goods area.  “Let me know when you are ready for me.  It will not take us but a few moments.”

Hannah ran her hands through her hair, wondering when her life had turned so completely upside down.  Then she visualized Donovan’s face and relaxed.  This will work.  It has to.

Satosh was all business when she came back into the changing room.  She mumbled to herself, and made notes on a small piece of paper with a stubby little pencil.  When she was done, she left without a word and Hannah proceeded to redress herself before stepping back into the store.

“Do you know when Captain Scott is leaving?”

“Not exactly.  After the Ball, but....”

“That gives me about ten days.  I will ask Mama and Tri to help me.”

“I don’t want to put you out or anything.”

“It will be our pleasure.  Obviously you are in great need.  And despite myself and the place you hold in Donovan’s heart, I find that I like you, Hannah Reilly.”

“I’m glad, Satosh.  It would be nice to have another friend.”  She paused then forged ahead, her curiosity getting the better of her.  “Um, can I ask you something?”

“Certainly,” Satosh replied.  “I can always refuse to answer.”

Hannah chuckled.  “Good point.  I was just wondering about your English.  It is perfect... much better than mine.  Where did you learn to speak it so well?”

“Captain Scott.  Four years ago, the village nursed her and her men back to health after they came into port with a terrible sickness.  I do not think my father knows to this day what it was or where it came from.  In return she offered to teach us to read and write English to better enable us to deal with the merchants who came here.  It gave us a great advantage in dealing with them as we could understand them, and they did not know it.”

Satosh paused in thought then continued.  “It made me angry at first to be learning this odd language.  Why did we need it, I thought.  I didn’t want to be bothered with most of the men that came here, nor did I want their trade.  Of course, I was still a child then and most arrogant.”

“Did you feel the same way about Donovan and her crew?”

“No.  I was angry at them for introducing the language and forcing its use upon my people.  But to their credit, they all learned to speak mine fluently as well.  It was the slavers who made me see differently.  Because if I had understood their language, I would have known what they were up to.”

“So after that....”

“After that I made sure we ALL learned to speak this odd English language.  Come... let us go find my mother, so I can introduce you.  It is almost time for lunch so we will find Da and Donovan wherever she is.”

“You sound sure.”

“You have not tasted my mother’s cooking.  Trust me... they will be there.”

The two walked out the front door and Satosh closed it firmly behind them.  Hannah looked at her.  “You don’t lock it?”

“There is no need.  The door is closed.  They know that we are not opened for business.”  Without another word, Satosh led the way to a cot not far from the trading post.  Hannah shook her head in amazement, dreading the day that that sort of trust would disappear from this world and followed without another word.


Chapter X

“You wanted to see me, Debendra?” Donovan extended a hand as she approached the shaman outside of the trading post.  He came around the side of the building to receive her greeting then gestured to her towards his home.

“Come.  Mama is expecting us, and Satosh will know where to find us when she and Hannah are done.”

“No, Debendra.  I told Hannah I would wait for her right outside.”

“You do not trust Satosh to do her best for Hannah?”

“Hannah was uncomfortable.  This is all very new to her.”  No-nonsense blue eyes pinned the shaman in place.

“Very well.  Let us at least wait in the shade though.  It is too warm to be standing around in the sun if one is not working.”

Donovan nodded, and they moved to one side of the store to sit at the base of a large tree.  Donovan could hear the murmur of conversation floating out the open window, and though she could no longer see the front door, she felt comfortable about being able to keep an ear out for Hannah.  

Debendra sat quietly for a time, simply observing his younger friend, noticing instantly the difference in her demeanor.  “You have found her at last, I see. Love becomes you, my friend.”  Donovan’s head snapped around so quickly it was surprising to the older man that it didn’t go flying off.  Questions burned from the eyes that seared into his and he held up a hand and smiled.

“Calm yourself, Donovan.” Her eyes widened further.  Only very rarely did anyone outside of her family call her by her given name.  “I have known about the dreams for years... since you came to us with the sickness.  You called for her.  You called for Green Eyes.”

“You did not see her eyes.  You could not have.”

“No, but I can see the difference she has made in you.  You have a glow about you now... a peace that was not there before.”

Donovan dragged her eyes away from his then, contemplating the truth of his words.  She did not realize how self-evident the change she felt deep in her soul was to those around her.  She wondered if she had made the same difference in Hannah’s life.

“Yes, you have,” Debendra rumbled softly.  Donovan turned to look at him again, her brows furrowed.  “You were wondering if you had made such a change for Green Eyes.  The answer is yes.”

“How did... do…?”

Debendra chuckled.  “It was easy to see what you were thinking just following your body language.  I simply furthered your train of thought.  As for her... well, you will just have to trust that as a shaman I know these things.  I do have to have some secrets, you know.”

Donovan smiled.  “I can respect that.  And her name is Hannah.”

“A lovely name... what is its meaning?”

Donovan smiled.  This she knew.  She had done some searching in the early morning hours after she had returned from her fight with the pirates, hoping it would give her some insight into the woman she had fallen in love with and yet was just learning to know.

“It means favor, grace.”

“Then if she is as aptly named as yourself, you are most fortunate, my friend.”

Donovan nodded.  “I think I would be even if she was not.”

“She has snared you very well.”

Donovan shook her head and looked Debendra directly in the eyes.  “No, my friend.  She did not trap me.  I walked willingly to stand at her side.  That is my place.  It always has been.”

“That is good.  Now perhaps Satosh will give up her foolish dreams and turn her attention to her own future.”

“What?”

“Come now, Donovan.  Surely you know she has affection for you.  She has never hidden how she feels about you.”

“She’s always been like a sister to me Debendra.  You know that.”

“Yes, and now she will realize it as well.”

Donovan shifted uncomfortably on the ground before moving to stand.  “Maybe I should go back inside.  I do not want Hannah....”  A large hand on her arm kept her in place and she turned her attention back to the shaman’s serious eyes.

“Satosh will not bring dishonor to herself or me by overstepping her bounds.  It is a truth she has long known.  She is just facing the reality of it now.”

“But....”

“Trust, Donovan.  If not me or Satosh then trust in Hannah’s ability to take care of herself.  I think you will be surprised at the outcome.”

“You know something?”

“Only the strength of will that I sensed in her.  She will call you if she needs you.”

Donovan nodded, and they sat silently for a time.  Then she turned her attention back to him.  “What did you need to see me about?”

“I was simply curious about what happened last night.  Were they the same merchants as before?”

The Pirate Captain turned to look at the shaman, and his soul was pierced by the burning fierceness of her stare.  He felt amazement at the change so evident in her behavior and wondered again how she could bear the weight of responsibility she carried.  He was glad for her decision to accept it though as it had saved his people and many others from unspeakable atrocities.

“It was Blackthorne again, yes.  We are going to have to step up our efforts to stop him.”

“Do you think that is wise?” he asked.

“No, but I do think it is necessary.”

Debendra nodded.  “Do as you think best, my friend, but remember you have the welfare of another to consider now.”

Conversation died after that, and they sat wrapped in their own thoughts as the fitful breeze blew around them.  It seemed like forever but was in fact only minutes before they heard the door shut and saw two slight figures come around the corner and stop short.  Debendra chuckled, and he and Donovan stood.

“You expected us to be with your mother, Young One?”  Satosh nodded and he chuckled again.  “You know me well.  And we would have been, but that Donovan gave her word to Hannah that she would wait right outside.  So that is what we did.”  Debendra turned to Donovan.  “Will you introduce me?”

Donovan stepped to Hannah’s side and took her hands.  She gazed deep into Hannah’s eyes, pleased by what she saw there.  Donovan wrapped herself around Hannah and looked at the shaman.  “Debendra, permit me to introduce you to Green Eyes... also known as Hannah Reilly.  Hannah, this is my friend Debendra Nairoah... Satosh’s father and shaman of the island tribe.

“How do you do, Hannah?  It is a pleasure to finally meet you.”

“Likewise, Mr. Nairoah.”

“Who?  Oh, Debendra, please.  Otherwise I will never remember to answer you.  Now come.  Mama is waiting, and it is never a good idea to keep Mama waiting when lunch is ready.”

Donovan and Satosh both laughed.  “That is very true.”

Hannah took Donovan’s hand in her own as they followed their hosts on the short trip to their cot.  She was looking forward to meeting the formidable Mama.

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

Had it not been rude to stare, Hannah felt quite sure that is exactly what she would have done.  Mama was the tiniest, spunkiest whirlwind she had ever seen, and she could see precisely why Mama ruled the roost so effortlessly.

As soon as they crossed the threshold, she scattered the rest of the family ensuring that she and Hannah were alone.  Hannah felt the gaze that drilled into her as Mama studied her, but she bore it as stoically as she could manage.  Satosh had been sent to find her sister and Donovan and Debendra had been banished to another part of the small home to wait until called for the meal.  Donovan hesitated, but a look from Mama and a nod from Hannah sent her scurrying behind Debendra into the other room.

“I am glad to meet you at last, Hannah,” Mama said in her soft, powerful voice.  “Donovan has searched for you for a long time.”  Hannah did not know what to make of that statement and she stayed quiet.  “Tell me a little about yourself.”

Mama took up a knife and a loaf of bread and motioned Hannah to the stack of plates and cutlery on the table.  Hannah moved obediently to follow the silent request and started setting the table even as she considered the best way to answer the older woman’s question.

“Um, well.  There’s not a lot to tell really.  I, uh... I’m a writer, and I came here with Donovan.”

“Your parents approved of this?”

“My parents are not living to disapprove.  I only have an uncle left of my immediate family.

“He approves then?”

“I am an adult, so I haven’t asked for his permission or approval.  I don’t need it, but he would be happy that Donovan and I found each other as would my father were he still living.”

“And if he wasn’t?”

“It would be his loss.  I won’t give her up... not for him.  Not for anything.”

Mama gave her a smile then and a nod of approval.  “You are the one in her dreams.  You are Green Eyes.”

“Yes ma’am.  I am, as she is the one in mine.”

Mama nodded again as though she had expected this revelation.  She moved to the fire and removed the pot that was sending such enticing odors throughout the small home.  Hannah blushed when her stomach rumbled as the scent wafted up to her.  Mama chuckled.  “That is a very high compliment.  Let me call the family in and we will see if you find the taste as good as the smell.”

It didn’t take but a minute for the family to gather around the small table, and Debendra seated everyone, putting Hannah near Mama and Donovan between Hannah and himself.  With his daughters seated side by side across from Hannah and Donovan, they were ready to eat, and he began to dish up lunch for everyone.

It was quiet for a few minutes as each person applied themselves wholeheartedly to the task of eating.  After several mouthfuls, Hannah wiped her lips and turned to Mama.  “This is spectacular.”

“Mama knows this is my favorite,” Donovan said.

“Would you share your recipe with me?” Hannah asked the woman at the head of the table.  Shocked silence blanketed the table, and Hannah looked round in alarm.  “What?  What did I say wrong?”

Mama chuckled again, and Hannah realized that all the lines in her face were really laugh lines as though she found joy in everything.  She smiled expectantly.  “I am sorry, Hannah.  I do not laugh at you, but at the similar reactions around the table.  You see no one has ever dared to ask for a recipe from me.  You are the first brave enough to do so.”

Hannah blushed furiously and reached out a hand to Donovan who immediately engulfed the smaller hand in her own.  “I’m sorry.  I didn’t mean any offense.”

“Hannah,” Mama said, covering the hand that still rested on the table.  “I am not offended.  I am very pleased... for many reasons, and I would be happy to share this recipe as well as a few of her other favorites with you if you would like.”

“Yes, I would.  Very much.”

“Good.”

Silence again as the family continued to eat, then the younger sister finally spoke up, her curiosity getting the better of her.  “Hannah?” spoken so softly that Donovan had to squeeze Hannah’s hand to get her attention.  She cocked an eyebrow in question, and Donovan nodded over towards Tri.

“I’m sorry, Tri.  I didn’t hear you.  Did you ask me something?”

“Well, I was going to.”  She cleared her throat self-consciously and spoke a little louder.  “I was just curious as to where you were from.  You do not speak as Donovan or the rest of us do.”

Hannah closed her eyes.  She’d forgotten about the soft drawl she spoke with and didn’t even hear the lilting brogue Donovan spoke with except for the music it made in her ears.  She opened her mouth to say... something... when she heard Donovan answer the question.

“Hannah is from the United States.  Her uncle is an American businessman with interests in Bermuda.”

Truth as far as it went; just not the entire truth.  It was enough for Tri and Satosh though.  Their brown eyes gleamed with excitement.

“America?  That sounds like a wonderful place to live.”

“I have to admit that even with all its screw-ups and difficulties, I love it.”  Hannah felt Donovan tense.  “But I would give it up in a heartbeat to stay with Donovan.”

The two younger women swooned at the declaration, and Mama chuckled.  Hannah felt Donovan uncoil and relax under her touch.  Donovan shifted slightly to look at her and the rest of the world faded from their consciousness.

“Would you really?” with aching need in her eyes.

“Where you go, I go, Love.  You are my home now.”

Donovan reached a trembling hand out to Hannah’s cheek, caressing it tenderly.  Only Debendra’s throat clearing brought them back to the present and reminded them of the fact that they were not alone.  But they spoke a moment more with their eyes, reassuring one another and making promises for later.

“So, Hannah... Mama says you are a writer.”  Hannah’s eyebrows went up, wondering when Mama could possibly have shared that bit of information with Debendra.  But she acknowledged the truth of the statement.  “I find that most intriguing.  What do you write?”

“Um, well... I write a column for the news service and I write books.  Uh, books for children and young girls.”

“A news column?  Is America so progressive then?  I was given to understand that the women of your country were expected to be good wives and mothers.”  This observation from Debendra was simply that and tainted with nothing except honest curiosity.

“I have always had a forward thinking family, and both my father and my uncle were always very supportive of my choices in life.”

“And what of the rest of your society?  Would they accept you and Donovan as we do?”

“Can I ask a question here first?” Hannah inquired quietly.  At Debendra’s nod she continued.  “Why do you accept Donovan and me so easily?”

A large grin broke across the shaman’s face and was echoed on those of his household.  “We are a very small community here on the island, and there are very few secrets among us.  Though we do not always agree or get along, we have learned to be nonjudgmental of those around us unless the situation warrants it.  Love between two people does not warrant judgment; it warrants acceptance of a beautiful gift.”  The tears streamed silently down Hannah’s face at his words, and Debendra grew concerned on the sight of them.  “Oh, Young One.  I did not mean to upset you.”  He would have spoken further but for the hand she held up to stop his speech.

She shook her head and bit her lip, trying to get her emotions under control.  Donovan sat silently with one arm wrapped around Hannah’s shoulders and the other holding her hand, stroking it gently.  Finally she took a deep breath.  “No, Debendra.  These are happy tears.  Even in America Donovan and I would not find acceptance like we have here.  Thank you.”

“I wish there was a way we could spread your philosophy,” Donovan muttered, “especially where my mother is concerned.”

“She will come around, Donovan,” Mama assured quietly.  “I have faith.”

“Rest assured then, my friend,” Debendra said, clapping Donovan on the shoulder.  “If Mama has faith, it will be so.”

“Enough of the sentimentality.  I want Hannah to tell about the books she has written.”

“Tri!” Mama exclaimed before turning to Hannah with a smile.  “The young are always so impatient.”

Debendra laughed.  “The same can be said for the not-so-young as well.”

“Yes, Mama.  We all want to hear about it,” Satosh said enthusiastically.  “We know of so few women writers.”

Hannah laughed, as much a tension relief as honest enthusiasm.  “Well I have two young girls that I am writing a series about.  It is mostly stories of things that happened to my best friend and me when we were growing up.  We uh... we got into a lot of mischief and that translates well to young readers.”

“Oh that sounds so interesting.  Do you have any of your books here?”

Hannah shook her head.  “No.  I uh, I didn’t think to bring any with me when I left.”

“Perhaps you could tell us one.”

“I don’t think....”

“Please?”

“Really, I can’t tell a story like I write one.  My thoughts flow much better when I write them out than when I try to speak them.  I’ll try to write one out for you to read before we leave.”

“Oh, that would be wonderful!”

“Thank you so much.  We would be so grateful!” both young women exclaimed together.  Hannah smiled broadly at their contagious enthusiasm.

The meal continued for a little while longer, conversation flowing between everyone while Mama served up a luscious dessert.  Mama saw the question in Hannah’s eyes and nodded imperceptibly.  Donovan watched their interaction and smiled.  Hannah had made a new friend, and without knowing it added to her family as well.  Once Mama took you in, you were family for life.

“Can we help you clean up, Mrs. ... I mean Mama?  Doesn’t seem fair for you to do it all.”

“Not this time, Hannah though I appreciate the offer.  I think Donovan is ready to leave and I do not want to hold you up.”

“We can wait fifteen minutes to help, especially since you cooked and ya’ll are sewing my clothes.”

Mama saw the determination in Hannah’s face and relented gracefully.  She understood well the need to be accepted as a contributing member of what she now thought of as Donovan’s family.  Within moments, Hannah and Donovan were standing alone in the kitchen with Hannah washing and rinsing and Donovan drying and putting things away.

Mama and Debendra stood in the doorway silently, watching the tableau unfold before them.  Hannah and Donovan operated like a well-oiled machine.  The looks and touches were simply an added confirmation of what they so obviously shared together.

“You know, Mama,” Debendra whispered into his wife’s ear as he nudged her out the door and back towards the trading post.  “I never thought we would see Donovan so completely captured.”

Mama elbowed him in the stomach.  “You just never thought to see Donovan in the kitchen cleaning up, Old Man.” 

His merriment rang out across the small village like bells, and the trill of her laughter made a wonderful counterpoint for the sound.

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

The couple pulled the cottage door behind them as they left and waved to Debendra and Mama as they passed the trading post.  There was no need for words, and they remained quiet as they made their way back towards Hannah’s with hands clasped together.  The breeze was welcome in the afternoon heat and as they neared the beach house, they felt a distinct chill pass over them.  It was momentary, but it was distinct enough that they looked to one another to be sure it wasn’t imagination.

“You felt that, didn’t you?” Hannah asked.

“Yes, and as odd as it was, it was quite refreshing in this heat.  I wonder what caused it.”

“I don’t know.  Maybe I should do some more research on it when we get home.  It could be a phenomenon that Jack and Daddy studied.”

“That might not be a bad idea.  I wouldn’t mind a little more information if there is some kind of peculiar weather pattern in the area.  That could be useful.”

Hannah nodded.  “All right.  I’ll see what I can find out.  I have their journals with me.  I was reading them, comparing them to my diary.”  She couldn’t help the slight blush that colored her face.

Donovan wrapped Hannah in her arms and whispered in her ear.  “You are very beautiful when you blush.  May I know the reason for it?”  She felt Hannah laugh beneath her hands.

“I was just thinking how so many things tie together now.  Things that make a lot more sense since I met you... since I understood that we have been meeting across time in our dreams.”

“I know what you mean.  The fact that we met in our dreams and then found one another in real life is extraordinary.  The fact that we did so across time is fantastically unbelievable.”

“You know what, though?”

“What, Angel?”

“I like having my dream come to life.  And I like being a dream come true.”

Donovan tightened her hold.  “So do I.”

They stood wrapped around one another gazing into the horizon for long moments.  “Hey,“ Donovan continued to whisper and Hannah shook her head at the ticklish sensation that skittered across her neck.  Donovan chuckled.  “You up for a swim?”

“I don’t have anything to wear.”

“Neither do I, but we’re alone.  No one will see... except you and me.”

Hannah turned in Donovan’s arms and clasped her hands behind Donovan’s neck.  “Can I trust you to protect my virtue?” she asked coyly.

Donovan watched the embers in Hannah’s gaze turn to fire before she leaned down and captured the velvety lips and claimed them for her own.  Only when their breathing grew ragged did she pull back slightly. 

“Hmm,” Hannah said on an odd breath as she stepped back slightly out of Donovan’s reach.  She slowly began to unfasten her top.  Donovan froze, her eyes locked on the movements of Hannah’s hands.  “Was that a yes?”  She slid her top off her shoulders and dropped it to the sand.  “Or a no?”  The pants slipped off with ease, and Hannah wiggled just the slightest bit before she stepped out of them.

She turned her back to Donovan and heard the whimper escape from her throat.  Hannah smiled as she reached to unfasten her bra and slid it down slowly, feeling the growl before she felt two large hands at her waist.  She released the garment even as she leaned into the touch that was drawing her into the firm body behind her.

“You are a tease, wench!” Donovan complained, then bit lightly into the juncture between Hannah’s shoulder and neck.  Hannah moaned at the sensation.  “And paybacks are bloody hell,” Donovan said as she moved away from the warm body in front of her.   “Last one in is a rotten egg!” Donovan shouted, and proceeded to strip and make it into the water before Hannah opened her eyes.

She made the mistake of turning around to smirk at Hannah and got caught by the vision of the woman who stood nearly naked before her.  “God, it is a good thing this water is cool,” Donovan muttered as she began swimming away from the shore.

By the time Hannah recovered her wits, Donovan was scurrying away her, and Hannah rushed to finish her undressing to join her.  The water was refreshingly cool, and after a bit they came together to talk and play a bit.  Finally quite worn out, they walked jointly from the shore to their clothing.  Donovan took Hannah’s hand before she could grab her clothes and turned the smaller woman to face her.

“You are a very beautiful woman, Hannah Reilly, and I am blessed that you love me.”

Hannah couldn’t help the blush but returned the compliment in kind.  “You are no more blessed than I am, Donovan Scott, and I am enjoying to getting to know you... in mind, in soul and in body... again.”  The last was said with a bit of impish tease and a smile.

“As am I, Angel.  Now get dressed,” she added with a growl, “before I forget the manners my mother tried so hard to instill in me.  And the gallantry my father did.”

Getting dressed was slow going, as they both were sneaking looks at each other.  Finally, though, they managed to be decent, and Hannah took Donovan’s hand and led her down the beach to towards the beach house.

When they reached Jack’s house, Donovan dropped into a chair on the patio.  “It is very nice here.  I could stay right here to watch the sun set.  Jack chose well when he built here.”

Hannah fell into the chair next to her.  “Yeah, he did.  I’m thirsty.  Would you like something?”

Donovan made to stand up and Hannah waved her back to her seat.  “I’ll get it.  Would you like some lemonade?”

“Are you sure?”  Donovan didn’t feel right about letting Hannah wait on her.   But Hannah for reasons she couldn’t out her finger on had little warning tingles running up and down her spine.  There was something wrong with this scenario, but she didn’t know what it was.

“Yes, Love.  I’m sure.  I’d like the chance to spoil you a little.”

Donovan captured Hannah’s hand and lifted it to her lips.  “Lemonade would be lovely,” she acquiesced.

Hannah nodded and pulled away and walked into the house. 

She noticed the light was blinking on the answering machine and she pushed the button as she made her way over to the refrigerator.  She grabbed the pitcher from the shelf as she listened to Jack’s voice, followed by the sound of Katie.  She chuckled listening to her best friend gush and ramble and made a mental note to call her later.

Jack’s voiced reminded her to pick up the journal and her diary, and she flipped through the journal, trying to find the entry that was nagging at her.  Something about the barrier crossing.  Something tied to her father’s death that coincided with Donovan’s illness four years ago.  She rubbed her suddenly throbbing temples.

With her concentration focused elsewhere, Hannah wasn’t paying strict attention to what she was doing, and as she reached for the tumblers, one of them slipped from her grasp and crashed to the floor in a shattering of glass. 

“Yikes!”

Donovan heard her exclamation and the splintering of glasses, and rushed inside to see if she could help.  Just as she crossed the threshold, Hannah looked up, and realization dawned.

“Donovan, NO!”

But it was too late.  Donovan was gone.


Chapter XI

Hannah rushed to the spot where Donovan had been standing, frantically searching the empty space, knowing in her soul that Donovan was gone but needing to confirm it anyway.  She pushed the glass door aside, nearly breaking the glass with the force of her shove.

Hannah stumbled out the door and fell down the steps, scraping her knees and the palms of her hands. She never noticed the blood that seeped out or the tears that slid soundlessly down her face.   She ran around the house then out toward the beach.  She noted that there was only a single set of footprints leading up the path and fell to her knees in agony.

“NOOOOOOOO!!!!” came the agonized scream and Hannah dropped her head to her knees as sobs wracked her frame.  The keening of her soul was sharp and swift, and she sat in the sand for an indefinite amount of time just breathing, focusing her energy on regaining rational thought.

“Okay, I need to get to the cottage.  She has to be at the cottage,” she muttered to herself, sitting up and scrubbing her eyes with her hands.  “Ow!”

Hannah turned her hands over to look at her palms.  “Well,” she mumbled.  “At least I did a good job while I was at it.”  She moved to stand and hissed at the pain that lanced through her knees.  “Jumping Jesus Christ, that hurts!”  She winced again as she ran her hands through her hair.  “Okay Hannah... think.  First let’s get cleaned up and then we’ll take a walk to the cottage.  She’ll be at the cottage.”

Satisfied with her train of thought, Hannah eased back into the house and went straight to the bathroom.  She groaned when she saw the amount of damage that had been done to the silk trousers she wore as well as the shredded skin beneath them.

She shucked her clothes and stepped into the shower, taking care to insure that her hands and knees were well cleaned before she shut off the water.  She made sure they were no longer bleeding, then slipped into a bathing suit and sarong.  Hannah grimaced at the pull in her knees, but walked down the steps and to the beach.  She hesitated, worrying about the single set of prints in the sand, then turned her feet and her attention to the east and Donovan’s cottage.

She couldn’t run, but she walked as swiftly as she could manage until there was a burn in her legs and a lack of air in her lungs.  She made it to the path and stood for a moment, trying to catch her breath.  Something wasn’t right.

“C’mon Reilly... suck it up and go find her.”

Talking to herself out loud seemed to bolster her courage enough to move her down the path towards the cottage.  What confronted her when she got there made her heart shatter.

The cottage had reverted to its original state... that is to say it had become the uninhabited, in-need-of-repair shell that Hannah had stumbled across her first day on the island.  A hand flew to Hannah’s mouth to contain the sob that wanted to rip from her throat.

Hannah continued her trek up the slick steps and into the deserted house.  The furniture was cloaked once more and dust was thick in the air.  She instinctively looked to the wall, but the picture that had been there both times before was destroyed.  The two women had been literally cut out of the scene and the sky had been painted an ominous, stormy black.

“DONOVAN!!!!”  Knowing it was pointless but needing to try anyway.  Silence greeted her, and she moved to sit on the cold, mossy steps.  She ran her hands through messy blonde hair and thought.  I need to find a way to reverse this.

She closed the door firmly behind her and walked slowly down the path.  She paid careful attention to her steps on the way home, and as she reached her own porch, another piece of the puzzle fell into place.  There was no cold spot.  It must be the doorway, and it’s not open anymore.

Hannah would have cried the pain was so biting, but she put it aside for later.  She was a woman on a mission, and she had work to do.

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

Donovan kept her eyes closed, content to let the world stop spinning at such a frantic pace.  When she finally did manage to open them slightly, she was surprised to find herself laid out flat on the ground.  The last thing she remembered was... “HANNAH!”

She tried to stand and promptly fell back onto her butt.  Donovan sat there for a long moment with her eyes closed trying to regain her equilibrium.  All right, let me try this again.  She opened her eyes and glanced around slowly.  The glen she was in was familiar, and at the same time not.

Donovan stood up very gradually, not wanting a repeat of her first performance.  She took a deep breath, satisfied that the world wasn’t going to tilt and throw her off again.  Then she took a determined look at her surroundings. 

It was the rock formation that made her freeze in her inspection.  Wait just a goddamn minute.  What the bloody hell??  Where the hell is Hannah’s house?

Donovan walked down to the beach noting the single set of footprints leading to the pathway that she stood on.  Then she turned and made her way back to the glen, hoping that she’d just imagined the missing house.

She sighed in frustration when the house remained gone and then reached for her head as a slicing pain ripped through it.  Oh God, not again was her last thought before the darkness claimed her.

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

Hannah hesitated at the threshold of Jack’s house, squaring her shoulders before she stepped back in.  The journal and her diary still sat on the counter, a stark reminder of the reality of her unexplainably bizarre situation.  She took two steps into the kitchen then hissed in pain.

“GODDAMNIT!” she screamed to the world at large, furious at herself and the circumstances she now found herself in.  She reached down and wiped gently at the gash on her foot, removing the splinter of glass.  Hannah grabbed a paper towel and wiped at the trickle of blood, then hobbled to the bathroom.  She washed the cut and bandaged it, then stopped in her room to retrieve her sandals before slowly returning to the kitchen to clean up the mess with grim determination.

When she was finished she snatched the diary and journal from the counter and dropped onto the couch gracelessly.  She sat still for several minutes, tears welling in her eyes and her hand covering her mouth while she concentrated on breathing.  Finally she opened the journal and began a methodical search for the information she needed.

It was the ringing of the phone that brought her out of her meticulous study, and that was the first time Hannah noticed the lateness of the hour.  It was nearly sunset and she rubbed her eyes, which were stinging from the forced strain they suffered under as she focused hard on each and every word, hoping what she needed would jump in front of her.  Only when she heard Jack’s voice over the answering machine did she make a move to grab the phone.

“Hi, Hannah!  It’s just me chec....”

“Jack?” Hannah’s strained whisper alerted him to her state of mind more than anything else could have.

“Hannah?  Hannah, Honey... what’s wrong?”

He could hear her breathing as she tried to regain control of her voice.  He wanted to reach out and comfort her, and cursed the fact that they were an hour’s flight apart.  Jack spoke slowly and calmly into the receiver, helping Hannah to focus on his voice.

“Hannah, breathe now.  Slowly.  In and out... that’s it... in and out.  Good girl.  Relax and listen to my voice and just breathe.”  He noted the gradual change in her respiration and decided to continue to talk, hoping it would relax her enough to share whatever had upset her so greatly.  “Hey, guess what?  I may be home sooner than I thought.  Something happened about an hour ago and the weather patterns seem to be returning to their normal routine.  I need to monitor it for a few more days, but if things stay like they are, I may be able to come home in for....”

“Jack?” Hannah said still whispering.  “Jack, I need you to come home now.  Please?”

Jack heard the plea in her voice and his heart broke.  There had only been twice in her life that she had ever expressed a need that great, and he could not deny it now any more than he had either of the other times she’d asked anything of him.

“I’ll make arrangements, Hannah.  I’ll be there sometime shortly after dark.”

“Thank you, Jack.  I’ll be waiting at the field for you.”

He would have protested even knowing the futility of his words, but she hung up before he could speak again.  He muttered incoherently to himself instead, flinging his bag on the bed and beginning to repack his clothes.

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

As soon as she hung up the phone, Hannah grabbed the journal and diary and set them near the door.  She would study them in the village while she waited for Jack to arrive.  Then she walked to her room to get dressed.

It didn’t take long, and Hannah was ready to go.  Just as she came into the living room, the phone rang again.  She thought briefly of ignoring it and leaving, then decided she could wait the thirty seconds to see if it was Jack.

“Hi, Hannah!  It’s Katie again, if you’re there?”

The happiness in her voice made Hannah both joyful and agonized all at the same time, and she was suddenly overwhelmed with a desire to speak to the best friend she’d ever had.  With a shaking hand, Hannah brought the receiver to her ear.

“Hi, Katie!  How’s married life treating you?”  She smiled when she said it, picturing her friend’s face as she got married, but she could feel the tears pooling in her eyes.  And she knew by the intake of breath she heard on the other end of the phone that Katie could hear them in her voice.

“Better than single life is you it sounds like.  Hannah, what’s wrong?”

“Oh Katie... I lost her.  She’s gone and I may not get her back.”

“Whoa, whoa, Hon.  Slow down and take it easy.  Can we start this at the beginning so I know what page we’re on?  Now who’s gone and where did she go?”

“Donovan.  I found my Blue Eyes, Katie, and her name is Donovan.”

“Blue Eyes?”

“I found where I belong, Katie, and the one I am meant to be with.  Donovan is the woman of my dreams.”

“That’s wonderful, Hannah.  I am so happy for you.  When do I get to meet her?”

Now the tears flowed in earnest.  “Oh Katie!”  It was all she could manage.  There was just no way for her to explain this, and it made her frustrated and aggravated.  More than anything, it hurt beyond words.

“Hannah?  I want you to listen to me, okay?” Katie waited until she heard Hannah’s breathing become hiccups and knew that she had Hannah’s undivided attention.  “If Donovan is the one you have been waiting for... if she is the one who makes you fit, then you will find her again.  I promise you.”

Without her conscious permission, Hannah felt a smile cross her face.  She and Katie never made promises they did not intend to keep.  “Oh you do, huh?”

“Yep, I sure do,” with absolute certainty.

“And how do you know?”

Katie hesitated, not sure she should share, then shrugged her shoulders.  It was the truth, and she and Hannah had always tried to be honest with one another.  “Because it’s meant to be, Hon.”

“You sound so sure.”

“I am.  Trust me on this Hannah.  One day, hopefully very soon, you will be introducing me to this dream woman of yours, and I’ll get to have a little heart-to-heart talk with her.”

Now Hannah chuckled shakily.  “Uh oh... why don’t I like the sound of that?”

“Maybe because Jack and I have quite a screening process for any perspective suitors.”

“Perspective suitors?!?  Screening process?!?”

“Uh huh.  You remember the inquisition you and Daddy and the boys put Frank through?”

“Oh boy.”

“Yeah, it is fixing to come back and bite you in the ass.”

“Oh boy.”

“Uh huh,” Katie said again giggling.  “And you get all of us plus Jack and Frank.  Donovan is doomed!”

Inexplicably Katie’s firm belief that she would get the chance to grill Donovan lightened Hannah’s heart and restored her faith in possibilities.  Katie heard the change in her reply.

“I don’t think so.  She can handle you all with ease.  Oh, Katie, she has the cutest lilt when she speaks.  Not quite a brogue but not British either.  I can’t wait for you to meet her.  I just....”  Her voice dropped to a whisper.  “I just have to find her again.”

“You will, Hannah.  I promised, didn’t I?”  Without giving Hannah an opportunity to speak, Katie continued, “Besides I want to see her see you in this dress.”

“How?  When?  But....”

Now Katie laughed out loud.  “Mama left me a message after you called her.”

“Waitaminute... she called you on your honeymoon??”

“Oh yeah... this was news that couldn’t wait.  Frank actually thought it was funny especially when he found out WHY she was calling.”

“Oh my God... what did she tell you exactly??”

“She said that you had finally asked for the dress you had made for the masked ball several years ago.”

“Ooookay.  And that meant what exactly?”

“It means that we will soon be making Donovan run the gauntlet.  Now listen,” Katie rushed on.  “Frank and I will be coming to the Pirates’ Ball.  So I will see you in a few days, Hon.  Gotta run.”

“But... but... how... but…?”  But Hannah was sputtering to a dial tone and she finally gave up and hung up the phone with an exasperated laugh.  “I’ll have to have a word or ten with her when they get here.  I’m pretty sure I never said....”  Hannah’s thoughts trailed off, but her spirits were considerably lighter as she picked up her books and headed out the door.

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

She managed to make it to town without incident and happily parked near the tiny restaurant.  Merry saw her approach and came out to greet her. 

“Hello, Hannah!  I thought we might see you this evening.  Papa just got a call from Jack asking him to light the field for a night landing.  We don’t do those very often.”  There was nothing in her tone to indicate her curiosity, but Hannah could feel the interest in the eyes that met hers.

“Yes, whatever he was working on cleared up so he said he would come back.”

Merry looked closely at Hannah in the waning daylight.  Her eyes were shadowed, and Merry wondered what had happened to bring such sorrow to eyes that only a few days ago had been bright with anticipation.  She reached out and took Hannah’s hand.

“Will you join us for supper?  We will make sure you are on hand to greet Jack upon his return.”  She saw Hannah’s hesitation.  “Please.  I would like you to meet my children.”

Hannah noted the older woman’s earnest expression and relented.  It wasn’t like she could do a lot before Jack got here, and she nodded her acceptance.  “I’d like that very much.”

“Good, come with me.  It should be just about ready.”

Dinner was quite pleasant, and Hannah was charmed by Merry’s family.  She had twins who were just a year shy of Hannah’s own age, and the daughter was married and expecting her first child.  The son was on a vacation from his work on Bermuda.  He was bashful in his flirting with Hannah, but she was quick to make him see that she was unavailable.  He grumbled a little about his luck, which caused a bit of good-natured teasing and laughing.  But when Jacob stood and headed to the door, things settled quickly and they all moved to go to the landing strip.

Hannah was a little overwhelmed.  She’d hoped to greet Jack privately but didn’t know how to politely refuse their company.  When they saw the choppers lights across the broad ocean, Merry motioned to her children and they bade Hannah goodbye and moved back towards town.  Hannah looked after them questioningly.  As the sound of rotors grew louder, Merry stepped up beside Hannah.

“I got the distinct impression you needed to greet your uncle privately.  We just didn’t want you to have to wait alone.”

Hannah was touched by the gesture and the thoughtfulness.  “Thank you, Merry.  I appreciate it... all of it.”

“You are welcome.  We will see you in a day or two hopefully.”

Jacob waited beside her until the helicopter touched down, then with a pat on her arm and a wave to Jack he followed his family back to town.

Jack stepped from the copter and ducked away from the blades until he reached Hannah’s side.  With a glance at her face, he took her in his arms and hugged her with all his considerable strength.  He pulled back far enough to plant a kiss on her cheek and then leaned forward to whisper in her ear.

“Let’s go home, Honey.  We’ll talk there.”

Hannah nodded, taking a great deal of comfort from his mere presence.  She knew if anyone could help her find a solution to her current dilemma, Jack could.  That coupled with Katie’s promise made her heart just a little lighter.

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

They took ten minutes once they got back to Jack’s house to change into comfortable clothes and start some coffee before they sat down together on the couch.  Hannah set the journal and her diary on the table and focused her attention on her hands.  Jack’s brows rose when he noticed what the two books actually were, and after waiting a moment for Hannah’s attention he reached over and covered her hands with his own.

“Are you ready to tell me all about it, Hannah?”

Hannah sat in silent contemplation, carefully considering how to start this conversation.  Finally she took a deep breath and stood to pace.  “Uncle Jack, do you know why I decided to be a writer?”

Jack looked stunned... not understanding where this was coming from.  He shrugged his shoulders and shook his head, hoping she would give him a clue or get to the point.  He hated the feeling of complete confusion he was currently saddled with.

Hannah smiled sadly and began her story.  “When I was a child, just five years old, you gave me a diary.  Do you remember?” she asked, gesturing to the thick book on the table.  He nodded slowly.

“Yeah.  You were always writing, always making picture with your words even then.  It seemed like a good idea at the time.”

“Oh, uncle.  It was the best gift you could have given me.  It was part of a major turning point for me.”

“You had a turning point in your life when you were five??”

“The very first dream I clearly remember I had at the age of five. It was when I found Blue Eyes, and it was where I met my imaginary playmate.”

“I’m afraid I don’t quite follow you.”

Hannah sighed loudly and ran her fingers through her hair.  “No I guess you couldn’t.  I’m not being really clear.”  She sat down facing him and looked Jack in the eyes.  “When I was five, I began to have two dreams on a regular basis.  One dream showed me blue eyes, and for the longest time the entire focus of the dream was those eyes. For years they watched over me, made me feel loved, protected and special.”

“The other dream was different.  I found a playmate.  She was... she was so much fun.  We ran and played, climbed trees... just did kid stuff.  You know what I mean.”  Jack nodded again.  “It was so much fun I wanted to write everything down.  They were the basis for some of my first stories.”

“But I thought your stories were about you and Katie?”  Jack was getting more confused.

Hannah nodded and smiled sympathetically.  “The published ones are.  No one has seen the others.  They were just too private.”

“Okay,” Jack sighed.  “I can understand that.  So why are we talking about it?”  It wasn’t asked maliciously, but things weren’t getting any clearer.

“Because I found her.  I found my Blue Eyes, and she and my childhood dream playmate are one in the same.”

“She’s real?  But that’s great, isn’t it??”

“It would be, if we weren’t separated by time,” Hannah said despondently.

“Excuse me?”

Hannah scrubbed her face again and looked at him with tears in her eyes.  “Jack, you gotta level with me.  I need to know what you were looking for out here.  I have to know everything.”  She held up a hand.  “Please, Jack.  I don’t think I have very much time.  I know that you and Daddy were following a phenomenon that involved someone named Donovan, and I know some of the things she was involved in.  But I need to know everything. It’s imperative.”

Now Jack ran his hands through his own very short hair and blew out a breath.  “That important, huh?  All right... you’re gonna fill me in on just what exactly has happened.  Then I will tell you about the journal stories.”

Hannah bit her lip and nodded.  “All right.  Let’s get the coffee.  This is gonna take a while.”

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

“Donovan and I grew up together in our dreams.  From the time I was five until Daddy died, she was a playmate.  I didn’t know she was the same Blue Eyes that kept me company in my other dreams.  I never saw her that closely, and we never spoke.”  Hannah chuckled.  “We did laugh a lot though.”  A pause.  “Meanwhile, Blue Eyes was a prominent part of my other dreams.  Her eyes were all I saw of her, and they were kind and thoughtful and warm.  It was a very long time before I knew she was a woman.”  Hannah blushed.  “I fell in love with her even though I knew she was just a dream.  I couldn’t help it.  We fit.”

“She is the reason you never showed interest in anyone?”

“Yeah.  No one could compare to what we had... even in our dreams.”

“Okay so what happened to change things?”  Finally Jack felt like he was getting a focused picture of what was going on.

Hannah took a sip of coffee and scrubbed her hands through her hair.  “The first time it changed in college.”  She blushed furiously.  “Donovan and I... um, well that is when I realized she was a woman.”  The statement was almost whispered.  Jack flushed at the implication and swallowed hard.

“Ahem, well... then what?”

“Our encounters progressed and they started happening more and more often, and I was always faithful to record them in my diary.  When I found the journal, things started to click for me a little.  I mean... the bits I’ve gotten to read, well, every sighting that has been noted corresponds to a date in my diary.   And the few pieces of the old journal seem to tie in too.”

“Can you give me an example?”

Hannah leaned over and grabbed the books, searching carefully for the records she needed.  “Here... you see this entry?”

Jack moved over to sit beside her and paled slightly when he realized the event she has chosen.  “This was Mike’s final trip... the last account he made of his journey here.”

“Yes, it is.  Now look at this,” she said calmly, but her nervousness was betrayed by her shaking hands.  “This is from the journal also, but it is dated September 1851.  And it is written in the same hand that other entries were signed ‘Donovan Scott’.” 

“Okay,” Jack said with a nod.

“Finally we have my diary, and if you will look at these entries....  I saw the eyes in June when Daddy left to come here, I saw them in August when he let you know the Warrior Maiden was in the area, and I saw them again in September.  And the look she gave me then made me believe she KNEW that the Michael she rescued belonged to me somehow.”

“Okay,” Jack said again slowly.  “Sooooo....”

“I know that she is from the past Jack, but she is part of my future, and I need to find a way to get back to her.”

“Hannah, I’m not really sure what you’re asking me or what you want me to do.”

“First I want you to understand that I believe that Donovan and I and whatever the weird weather patterns are that you are studying are all linked together.  Then I am going to tell you what happened to me while you were gone.”  He nodded and got up to refill their cups.  Hannah took a deep breath and started her story.  “There is a house down the beach to the east about a mile from it.  Do you know the one I am talking about?”

“Yeah.  Nice solid construction; needs a little work.  The locals keep a respectful distance since it belonged to their pirate savior, Don...”

“Donovan Scott.  I know.  My first day here I went exploring, and I stumbled across it.  I found it intriguing and I took a closer look.  The door was unlocked so I didn’t think it was really trespassing, especially since it was obviously abandoned.”  She swallowed.  “It was amazing, particularly considering the apparent age of the cottage.”

“Like?”

“Like the odd bathing room, and what I think was a crude water closet.  Um, a primer pump in the kitchen and a sink unlike anything I have ever seen.  There were dust covers over antique furniture, and the whole place smelled of age and neglect.”

“Gotcha.  I’ve never ventured over there, and I forgot to tell you about the local custom.  Sorry.”

Hannah smiled brightly.  “I’m not because I needed find it.  You see the next day you were called to Bermuda and things started happening.  I had a visitor that night, but it was dark, and I couldn’t see clearly who it was.  So the next day I decided to take a walk and see if I could find my mysterious visitor.”

“Oh, Honey... even here that could have been dangerous.”  Jack was appalled by his niece’s lack of discretion.

“No, Uncle Jack.  Despite the incredible nature of the truth that I was facing, I knew I was in no danger.  I had found Donovan in my dreams the night before, and I was going forward to find my future.”

“What happened?”

“I found her, Uncle Jack.  I found her in the cottage that had been completely restored, and it was the year 1855, though I didn’t know that then.  I was just overwhelmed that my dream had finally become a reality.  Reality was so much better than my dreams had ever been.”

“What happened when you realized that you were in the past and not the present?”

Hannah chuckled.  “Initially I passed out.  My mind just shut down until I put the pieces together and they started to fit.  Then Donovan took me around and I was so comfortable there, Jack.  It felt like coming home.”

“So what went wrong?”

“Yesterday morning Donovan came here.”  Hannah drew a shaky breath.  “Everything was all right.  I mean we sat out on the porch for a while and then I came in to get us some lemonade.”  Jack’s eyes lit in comprehension, but since she wasn’t looking at him he let her continue.  “I was careless and Donovan came in to check on me....”

“And when she crossed the threshold she disappeared?”

“Yes, but it is worse.”

“How so?”

“She didn’t seem to have any difficulty crossing to this time though no one else was able to do so.  Her cabin boy Harold tried unwittingly and failed.  And I had no problems crossing to hers until now.”

“You can’t get back?”

“No.” She clenched and unclenched her hands reflexively.  “I went back to the cottage this morning, and it has changed again.  Not only is it neglected and in need of repair again, the picture over the mantle has changed.  And it is scary.  I don’t like the message I am getting from it.”

Jack watched as the goosebumps rose over Hannah’s arms.  “Did you get to the part in the journal about Michael’s illness?  Where it tells what we think happened?”

She shook her blonde head, wrapping her arms around herself.  “I don’t think so.  I’m not sure.  I... I know I read something about the barrier and closing the door, but I can’t find it now,” she growled in utter frustration.

“Okay, one more thing.  When she crossed over the previous two times did you notice anything?  Did she cross the threshold then?”

“Um,” Hannah thought aloud while raking her hands through her disheveled hair.  “Yeah, every time someone tried to cross, I lost power.”  She crinkled her brow.  “Even when Harold only tried to cross, the electricity went bonkers.”  For the first time in a while, she looked directly at Jack.  “Is that important?”

“It could be.  It could definitely be something we could use.  What about Donovan?  Did she ever cross the threshold before that moment?”

“No.  The first time she stayed on the beach, and the second she sat on the patio looking at the furniture.  I think she found it fascinating.”

Jack laughed.  “I wouldn’t be surprised... most people do.”

Hannah grinned then sobered quickly.  “Do you think we can find her Jack?  Or at least open the door for me to get back to her?  I can’t be without her... not like this.  Not knowing what happened or where she is or... God, Jack.  Tell me we can fix this.”

“I think you have discovered enough on your own.  Let me tell you what I know and then you can tell me if we can fix this.”


Chapter XII

“Several generations ago now... back I-don’t-know-how-many-greats removed, we had a grandfather who was a young merchant captain out in these waters.  It was his letters that my grandfather found about fifty years ago that spurred our research.”  Jack paused and ran his hands over his short hair. “We’ve got a few inconsistencies, but for the most part everything we’ve researched seems to be playing out.

“I’m not sure I follow you, Uncle Jack,” Hannah said quietly.

“Well first and foremost there is Donovan’s disappearance.  What triggered it?  We know she was able to cross to some extent so did an overload of technological exposure close the door?  And the flowers Harold left?  They should have been dust.”  Jack blew out a breath.  “Let me tell you the background and then we can worry about this.  I’m getting way ahead of myself.  It seems that our ancestor, Maxwell Reilly, was something of a rogue when he was young.  He figured to make a pile of money as a merchant.  On his very first run to the Caribbean he learned that honesty would work best.”

Hannah almost smiled.  “What happened?” having a very rough idea what the answer was going to be.

“He ran into a female pirate captain named Donovan Scott.”  This got a genuine smile from Hannah.  “Max was quick to realize she would make a much better friend than enemy, and they formed a friendship of sorts.  They talked occasionally, and he made friends with some of her crew.  Eventually he had enough of her story to be intrigued, and he wrote it down.  Then about fifty years ago, my grandfather who was recently retired from the Navy, decided to go through all the things that were stored in his attic.”

“Waitaminute, Uncle Jack.  You mean to tell me someone had already sorted through all that stuff it took us days to go through??”  Hannah’s voice was incredulous with disbelief.  Jack had to laugh out loud at the expression on her face.  He snagged his coffee cup, then grimaced as a lukewarm swallow slid down his throat.

“Ew.  I need a refill.  You?”

“No, thanks.  Water would be good though.”

Jack stood and walked over to the bar, reaching into the fridge for Hannah’s water before pouring himself a fresh cup of coffee.  He began fixing his coffee to taste and looked back to Hannah.  “To answer your question, no.  The very first trunk he opened had Maxwell’s letters about Donovan.  Granddad decided right then this was a mystery he wanted to solve.”

“What mystery?”

“The mystery of Green Eyes.”

Hannah’s mouth dropped open and the very green eyes spoken of widened perceptibly.  “Excuse me?”  The question came out as a garbled whisper.

“Exactly,” Jack agreed as he resumed his seat.  “Your eyes are a family trait, and Maxwell had brilliant green eyes just like yours.  Max caught her studying him one day and he asked her about it.  In a rare moment of private disclosure, Donovan told him a bit about the green eyes that were such a part of her dreams.  She didn’t reveal much, but it was enough to intrigue him, and he kept a record of her for years after that.  Donovan never invited inquiry about it again, almost as though she regretted revealing herself to him.  But he found other methods for obtaining information.”

“Why would he?  What made him obsess over her like that?”

“It wasn’t her as much as it was her story.  Just like for Granddad... Donovan the person was secondary to Donovan the story.”

Hannah rubbed her forehead and closed her eyes.  “I’m getting a headache,” she mumbled.

Jack patted her back.  “It really is a lot easier than it sounds.  Donovan was out here following her dreams, looking for the eyes that held the other half of her soul.  That is what they... what we all found so intriguing.  The story was so beautiful, and it seemed to call to us.  So we followed where it led, which was to this island.” 

“There’s more to this, isn’t there?”  Hannah asked plaintively.  Her heart hurt, and it was becoming harder to maintain the focus she’d determined to have.  Right now she just wanted to fall into her dreams and find Donovan.  Maybe they could figure out how to fix what happened.

“Oh there’s lots more.  We just have to sort through what we have so we can fix this.”  He paused a moment and rose, extending his hand to her in invitation. “C’mon.  I think reading Maxwell’s letters may clear this up for you somewhat.  I know it all makes a lot more sense to me now having heard your story though Donovan’s appearance here and subsequent disappearance is a somewhat unexpected development.”

“As long as we end up together.”

Jack clasped Hannah’s hand tightly.  “You will, Hannah.  We’ll find a way to make it happen.”

He led Hannah into his office and seated her in his big desk chair before turning to the wall.  He pressed a panel that slid aside to reveal a small safe.  A twist, turn and spin later, the steel door swung open and Jack reached in to draw out a small bundle.  He turned and handed the letters to Hannah.

“These are the letters that Maxwell’s wife Abigail kept that had to do with Donovan.  According to Granddad, they were separate from the other letters he wrote to her.”  He looked at her slumped shoulders and tired eyes.  “Why don’t you take these to your room, Honey?  You look exhausted.  We can continue this in the morning.”

She looked ready to refuse, then a tear wended its way down her face.  “I am, Uncle Jack.  This day has been such a roller coaster ride for me.  I cannot begin to tell you.”

“I can only imagine.  My mind is still trying to wrap itself around the facts, and I’m not nearly as personally involved as you are.  I think we can figure a way out of it because you’re right about one thing... you are meant to be together.”

Hannah stood with the letters in one hand and let Jack’s strong embrace envelop her.  “Thanks, Uncle Jack.  That means everything to me.  She means everything to me.” She squeezed his neck.  “Though you are pretty special too.”

Jack chuckled, trying to keep the tears out of his voice.  “Oh you sweet talker, you.  You could turn a man’s head with that kind of flattery.”  He gently herded her out the door and into her room.  “Get some rest.  We’ll talk more tomorrow.”

Hannah nodded and shut the door.  She placed the bundle on the nightstand and pulled the covers down, then went into the bathroom.  It didn’t take long, and she stepped back into her room and dropped her clothes before crawling into the bed and picking up the letters.  She looked at them hesitantly, then took a deep breath and untied the ribbon, opening the missive on top.

    My Dearest Abigail, (it read)

Hannah skimmed the letter until she reached the name she was searching for.  She read the short paragraph twice.

    Captain Scott is a much better ally than enemy.  I have ne’er seen a pirate the likes of which she is.  I will have to learn more about her.

Hannah looked through the remainder of the note, but that was the only reference to Donovan.  So she put it aside and moved on to the next letter.

    Angel Abigail, (it read)

    I have asked ‘round about the sigil.  I have ne’er seen one quite like it.  The crossed swords are not unusual though the blue field is uncommon among pirates and privateers.  What sets this flag apart are the green eyes that seem to stare from above the swords... eyes that I see when I look in the shaving glass.
    I canna find an explanation for the similarity to mine own... yet, but I will.  Meanwhile I have learned that honest men respect this flag, and rogues justly fear it.  The ship Ice Maiden makes her own justice.

Hannah continued reading but found nothing else relating to Donovan and she picked up the next letter in the stack.  This one went on a bit before she found Donovan’s name.  She noted to herself that she should take a little more interest in her heritage and decided to be less dispassionate about it when Donovan was by her side again.  Until then history could be damned.  Her breath caught when she found Donovan’s name.

    I have finally been invited aboard the Ice Maiden by the infamous Captain Scott, and she is nothing like I expected her to be.  She is a clean ship with a sharp crew and an outstanding Captain.
    I am more than a bit confused.  I am almost sure there is a British Navy ship by a similar name.  But she has a male captain and a regulation crew.  Stranger, I canna seem to find out anything about that ship while this one is legendary.  Too much coincidence to my thinking.

“How long did it take you, Maxwell?  How long before you realized they were one and the same?” Hannah muttered, blushing when she realized she’d only made the connection when Donovan explained it to her.  She put the letter down and reached for the next envelope in the stack.  This one was surprisingly longer and it made her sit up and take notice when she found Donovan’s name.

    Darling Abigail, (it read)

    The most unusual thing happened today, and I feel the need to write it down before I forget any of the details.
    We were in the islands again and happened on a melee that ended with a merchant ship being taught some manners by pirates. It was of course the Ice Maiden and her infamous crew.  We managed to help believe it or not, and when ‘twas over the natives invited us and the Maiden’s crew to the island for a celebration.
     Bear with me, Dearest... this is going to be quite long, but I feel it needs be told in its entirety.
    The boys and I were happy to accept.  It has been a rough sailing as you know from my previous notes to you.  We were looking forward to a bit of time on dry land, and I figure the same could be said of the Maiden’s crew.  I dunno who crossed Poseidon this voyage, but I have na seen him this angry in a while.
    The natives were very kind and offered us great hospitality though I noted well that we were treated as honored guests while the Maiden’s crew was welcomed as well-loved family.
    It was still daylight when we arrived and were told that the revelry would begin at sundown.  As Captain I was invited to join Captain Scott and the village headman Debendra for dinner and conversation. 
   Debendra and his wife who everyone refers to as Mama, fussed over Donovan, and having seen the haggardness in her appearance I can certainly understand why.  Mama clucked over her like a hen with a single chick, and the Captain surrendered to her ministrations willingly.
    For a bit they seemed to have forgotten my presence, and I was content to watch and listen.  There were a few vague references to green eyes and I noted more than one glance in my direction.  Mama especially seemed insistent, but Donovan was adamant in her refusal.
    Debendra engaged me in conversation, but it was clear that his attention was split, and his heart was with Donovan and Mama.  When the pirate finally closed her eyes and Mama made her way to us, his attention focused on me and our talk turned toward more general topics.
    When there was a break in our conversation, Mama took my chin in her hand and stared at my eyes.  AT them, Abby, not into them.  Almost as though they were an answer to a question only she knew.
    “MAMA!” Debendra exclaimed as he came back from the kitchen and she moved away from me.  But I did wonder what she was looking for.
    They offered me a room to clean up and rest, and I was glad to do so. And before I knew it, it was time for us to join the celebration.  This is where it got... odd.
    We went down to the meetinghouse where both crews and the villagers were gathered.  Debendra said a few words and the crowd cheered, then Donovan and I were seated on either side of the headman so the feasting could begin.
    Mr. Merryweather (I never did find out the man’s Christian name) is Captain Scott’s first mate, and he was seated to my left. We swapped several sea stories as sailors are wont to do, but I noted that he kept looking at my eyes strangely.  We were cups into our rum, and it finally bothered me enough to ask.
    He wouldn’t answer himself, but told me if I wanted to know I’d have to ask the Cap’n.  Well, I was drunk enough to ask, and surprisingly she was drunk enough to answer.     
    “Your eyes, Captain, have haunted my dreams for years.  But they were not your eyes.”
    Abby love, I don’t know what that means, but one day... one day I will find the truth.  She didn’t say more, and her eyes made it clear she wouldn’t.  Meanwhile I have learned not to drink so much rum.
    Much love to you, Dearest.

    Max

Hannah set the letter aside and moved the rest of the letters to her nightstand.  She placed the already read letters beside them and turned off the light.  With a sigh she snuggled down into the cover, closing her eyes to keep the tears at bay.

“Oh Donovan,” she whispered, “Please let me find you.  I need you to be in my dreams tonight.  I love you.”  Then she fell asleep, escaping to their sanctuary.

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

Donovan felt her equilibrium settle around her after what seemed like forever.  She opened her eyes and looked around, realizing she was not where she’d been when she’d lost consciousness.  A sound caught her attention, and she sat up, hissing at the pain that ripped through her skull.  She clutched at her head and closed her eyes again, slumping back onto the bed she was laying in.  Donovan winced when Mama placed a hand on her head.

“Donovan?”  Mama spoke melodiously, almost as though she knew that anything else would hurt.  “Donovan, do you remember how you got here?  Do you know what happened or where Hannah went?”

At the mention of Hannah’s name, Donovan flinched, her head throbbing in time with the beat of her heart. 

Mama felt the twitch beneath her fingers, and she moved away to retrieve the cup she’d prepared when Debendra had walked in the door with Donovan cradled in his arms.  The last time that had happened, Donovan had been out for days, and Mama had feared for her life.  Now she walked back to the bedside, and spoke quietly again.  “Donovan, I need to get this medicine inside you.  Can you sit up on your own, or do you need some help?”

For a long moment she wondered whether or not she was going to get a response, then the blue eyes blinked open, and Donovan reached a shaky hand out for the mixture.  She lifted the cup to her lips and drank steadily until the concoction was gone.  “Thank you, Mama,” she said before closing her eyes and giving herself over to the healing properties of the herbs and sleep.

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

It was three long days and nights of vigils for Mama and Debendra before Donovan finally shook loose of the illness that held her in its grasp.  A sigh of relief was heard through the entire household when her sleep was broken.

“How long?” Donovan croaked, squinting into the murky darkness.  The windows had been covered by heavy blankets and the air in the room was oppressive.

Mama reached a hand over and felt for fever, relieved when she found none.  She smoothed the dark hair back from the high forehead, and reached a cup up to Donovan’s parched lips.  Donovan took several small sips before easing the cup away and dropping back down drained.  “Three days,” Mama replied.  “How do you feel?”

“Exhausted, like I still need to sleep.”

“You probably do.  Your body has spent the last three days at war with itself.”

Without warning, Donovan shot up then fell back down.  “Oh my God!!  Hannah!!”

“She has not been round, Donovan,” Mama said trying to hide the anger she felt directed at the small blonde woman.  Having witnessed their interaction herself, she could not believe Hannah would be so unfeeling, but she was not going to lie to Donovan either.  Surprisingly Donovan did not show any shock at the revelation.

“She can’t, Mama.  She was taken from me.”  Not knowing how else to explain the reality of what had happened, Donovan closed her eyes.  Mama misunderstood the gesture and patted her shoulder.

“Rest now, my friend.  We will speak more later.”  But Donovan was already asleep and searching her dreams.

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

Hannah was frantic.  For three nights she had sought Donovan out, and for three nights Donovan could not be found.   Jack was growing more and more worried by her pale, drawn features and shadowed eyes.

They had spent their days researching every bit of information they had, and had become convinced that the secret to the dilemma lay in Donovan’s belief of Hannah’s story.  Although Hannah knew that Donovan’s heart accepted her across time and space, she was sure the logical woman’s mind was having far more difficulty with the concept even if she didn’t voice her fears aloud.

Hannah wanted to be angry but couldn’t find it in her heart to be mad at Donovan for not understanding just what differences lay between them because of the time distinction.  Even she’d been somewhat overwhelmed by the reality of finding herself in the past, and she’d had an opportunity to study it and knew it had been reality at one point.  The future was an unknown, and Donovan had no idea what life was like there.  So Hannah was desperate to find Donovan to explain what was going on.   

Jack, meanwhile, had been keeping a close eye on the weather.  He was sure now the odd disturbances were directly related to Donovan’s appearances.  In the three days since her abrupt departure from the present timeline, the weather had reverted to its normal patterns.  But by mid-morning of the fourth day....

“Hannah,” Jack said, trying to keep the hopeful excitement out of his voice.  “Why don’t you go lay down?  You look exhausted,” he added, putting a tender hand on her shoulder and guiding her in the direction of her room.

Hannah scrubbed a hand across her eyes and ran it through her hair, mussing it up nicely.  Jack wanted to smile at the sight she made, reminding him very much in that moment of the five-year-old niece she’d once been.  But it was an agitated twenty-five year old woman who stood before him now, and he could feel she was nearing the end of her rope.

“C’mon,” he urged her again.  “Who knows?  You may find Donovan this time, but if not, you still need the rest.  I’m getting worried about you, Honey.”

She wanted to argue and she wanted to cry.  Instead she dropped her head to his shoulder and let him comfort her for a long moment.  Then she sighed and nodded.

“I am tired, and it couldn’t hurt.  Will you wake me in a couple hours?”

Jack was fairly certain she’d kill him when he woke her in a couple hours if what he suspected was true really was the truth so he hedged his bets.  “I will check on you in a couple hours.  If you are awake or restless, I will get you up.  How’s that?”

She looked up at him then, wondering what was going on in his mind, but his eyes didn’t reveal anything except for honest concern.  Her shoulders slumped.  “That’s fine.  I don’t actually expect to sleep anyway.”

Hannah let Jack walk her the short distance to her bedroom, then turned and kissed his cheek.  “Thanks, Uncle Jack.”

“What for, Little Hannah?”

“Caring.”

He didn’t answer but gave her a hug, then gently pushed her through the open door of her bedroom.  Without another word he closed it behind her and moved back to the kitchen to finish making his iced tea.

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

Hannah regarded the closed door with a raised eyebrow then shook her head.  Jack had always been a good friend, and he had been like a rock for her sanity the last few days.  She would have to think of something incredibly sweet to do for him in return.  She yawned.  But not right now.  Right now, she just wanted to curl into that warm, comfortable bed and sleep... something she hadn’t been able to manage much of since Donovan had vanished.

She wondered if that might be part of the reason she couldn’t find her but put the questions aside.  They weren’t going to help much at this point, and she was so tired right now her body ached.  Hannah slipped out of her clothes and slid between the cool sheets with an exclamation akin to relief.  Within moments she was out like a light.

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

Donovan looked around, recognizing the familiar glade and noticing she was quite alone.  Her head dropped, and she moved over to the outcropping that overlooked the water to wait.

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

When Hannah opened her eyes, she saw that she was in their private hideaway, and she breathed in the fresh air with happiness.  She looked around, seeing the broad shoulders of her lover slumped in despondency as she sat on the rocks watching the water trickle lightly beneath her perch.

Hannah couldn’t help the tiny cry of joy that escaped her lips at seeing Donovan, and the dark head whipped around at the unexpected though very welcome sound.

Donovan jumped to the ground and began running even as Hannah began to run towards her.  Observing that Hannah was coming to meet her, she stopped and braced herself for the impact of their reunion.  With arms wide open they met and hugged tightly, their momentum taking them to the ground.

No words were necessary as their bodies melded into one another, then Hannah drew back just enough to look into the blue eyes she loved.  Still silent she leaned down and captured the lips of the woman beneath her, and long minutes passed as their mouths became reacquainted.

Finally breathless and gasping for air, they separated enough to lay forehead-to-forehead breathing one another’s air.  Donovan rolled them over so that she lay to one side, but still on top of Hannah with their legs tangled together.

“Oh Angel!” she whispered before claiming Hannah’s lips for her own again.  Hannah wrapped her hands in the thick dark hair that was shielding her and reveled in the explosion of feeling she felt emanating from both herself and Donovan.

When they pulled back again, Donovan rolled over onto her back and pulled Hannah onto her body, elating in the weight of Hannah’s body pressed into her own.  Hannah rested her head just above Donovan’s heart, and sighed in contentment as the regular rhythm beat a timely march in her ear.

“God, I missed you, Donovan!  I was frantic to find you, but you weren’t here,” said with just the faintest hint of hurt and reproach.

Donovan traced Hannah’s features lightly with a strong hand and the green eyes closed under the tender ministrations.  “I know.  I’m sorry.  I was three days fighting off an illness.  This is the first natural sleep I’ve had since you were taken from me.”

Hannah grasped the hand and brought it to her lips, kissing each fingertip, and lightly licking Donovan’s thumb.  She smiled at the swiftly indrawn breath.

“Actually I may have some answers to all that.  But it’s kinda complicated.”

Donovan gave her a crooked grin.  “Of course it is... we’re involved in it.”  She tightened her hold around Hannah’s body.  “But it will wait for a little while longer.  Right now I just want to hold you.”

Hannah’s only answer was to tighten her hold.

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

They lay together at for the longest time still entwined together tightly and enjoying the peace and contentment of simply being together again.  Hannah squeezed Donovan’s middle, smiling at the warm hug that enfolded her for long minutes.

“I could get used to this, ya know,” Donovan’s husky voice filled her hearing.  “Lying here with you in my arms.  I like the way this feels.”

Hannah sighed.  “So do I.  But we have a lot to talk about if we want to make it a reality.”

Donovan half-rose so she could look into Hannah’s eyes.  “Have you changed your mind?  Do you not want this anymore?”  She didn’t really believe it, not with the greeting they’d shared and the peace that surrounded them, but she was a little bewildered by Hannah’s words and tone.  Her confusion showed plainly in her eyes.

“You know better, Donovan,” Hannah replied reaching up and bringing Donovan’s lips down to meet her own.  She spent some moments reassuring the Captain of just exactly how she felt, and pulled back only when she felt Donovan’s hands begin to wander.  “If you never believe anything else, never, ever doubt the way I feel for you.  That’s not gonna change.  Ya got it?”

Donovan’s heart leapt at the fierce love she saw reflecting from the green eyes she cherished.  She nipped at Hannah’s nose.  “I understand, Angel.”

Hannah chuckled.  “I will continue to remind you of that.”  She slipped off Donovan’s body and knelt beside her.  The she riffled her fingers through the long dark locks.  “I love you, Donovan Scott, and I plan on spending our lifetimes showing you that on a minute by minute basis.”

Donovan’s eyes widened and she sat up, cupping Hannah’s face in her hand.  “I love you, Hannah Reilly.  Marry me.”

Hannah reached her own hands to tangle in Donavan’s hair, urging her lips closer.  “Yes,” she whispered.  “Oh Donovan, yes!”  Then their lips met, and the world faded from their reality for a very long space of time.

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

“You know, “Donovan stated as she trailed her hands up and down Hannah’s back.  “We are not getting much talking done.”  She watched as goose bumps followed the path that her hand took.

“No, we’re not,” Hannah sighed, “and we need to if we are ever going to get to have a life together outside our dreams.”

“What do you mean, Beloved?”

Hannah rolled up and stood, reaching down a hand to help Donovan stand.  “C’mon.  Let’s go sit on the outcropping and talk.”  Donovan allowed herself to be pulled up, then she held tightly to Hannah’s hand, wondering what obstacles lay ahead of them.

Part 3