The remainder of the day was spent quietly. The storm that had appeared so imminent in the morning hours blew itself out to sea in the early afternoon. Reed and Lacey both stayed for lunch, then took their leave. Both promised to return again soon with their significant others before Gwen said goodbye.

The doctor made sure the bard knew to take it easy. "I know you’ve been asleep for a couple days, but this is a major ordeal to recover from. Just take it easy, and do what you can. Don’t force, and don’t rush. Everything will return to you in its own good time."

"Thanks, Lacey." A beat while she studied her hands, then green eyes peered into brown. "You don’t know how much I appreciate your coming here. I’m sorry...."

"I’m not. I’m actually a little flattered that you were jealous. But I assure you it was without cause, and I’m looking forward to coming back with Nicky. I think you two will get along famously." Unexpectedly, Gwen engulfed Lacey in a hug, and though startled, the doctor returned the embrace fully. "We’ll be seeing you again very soon."

"You’ll be all right, my friend," Reed said to the bard before she took her leave. The doctor was talking in low tones to the warrior, and the seer took the opportunity to speak to Gwen. "Already your aura is returning to its normal state."

"Thank you for coming. Reed. You seem to have been rushing to my rescue a lot lately."

"No more than you would have done for me, had positions been reversed." Gwen nodded her head in agreement, knowing it for the truth. "We’ll be in touch. Tiny is anxious for a real visit."

"You are welcome any time." And the pilot and doctor had left swiftly and silently from the private pad, and left Gwen and Randi in peaceful solitude. Words between them weren’t necessary right now, as they sat soaking in the joy of simply being together again. The weekend had been extremely draining, though, and they sat cuddled on the couch together in a half-daze when Tommy and Ella came over to check on them in the early evening.

"How do you feel, Gwen?" In true motherly fashion, Ella rested a hand on the bard’s forehead checking her temperature, then absently placed a kiss there before taking a seat nearby. She found the fact that she and Randi clung to one another both endearing and heartbreaking.

"Tired, which sounds really stupid, I know, given that I was asleep for two days. But I feel like I ran a marathon."

"Well, you don’t have to come back to work til you feel ready."

"I’ll be there tomorrow, T. Even if I have to take things slow, I’ll be there."

"But...." Randi cut in. She stopped speaking when warm fingers lightly touched her lips.

"I need to. I need to let things get back to normal." Blue eyes searched green intently before the dark head nodded in agreement. Tommy and Ella looked away to give them a little privacy in what their glances had made an intimate moment. Then he cleared his throat.

"Gwen, how are your folks?"

"Doing pretty well, actually. Talking to them earlier is the one thing we accomplished today." She smiled. "Daddy is hopeful and determined about regaining the use of his legs. He must have some serious motivation. And Mother, well... she is supporting him in every way she can think of. We’ll probably go up again next weekend," clasping Randi’s hand. "They both seem to get such a renewal from our visits, and Randi is good about keeping Daddy in line." The group chuckled at the visual this description produced.

"That’s too funny. We’ve talked about going to see them for a day or two."

"Oh, please do," Gwen answered Ella’s statement. "That would do so much for them."

"Well, I had an idea. What do you think about getting some of his friends together, and making a small party? It might be a good way to show him support, help them to see they are not alone."

"Oh, I like that idea. I’ll bet Reed can get you the names of some of his military buddies, and I know some friends from home that would come, and...." She chewed her lip in thought. "It might not be a small party, though."

"That’s all right. I only suggested small, because I have no idea who their friends are. "I’ll tell you what... you give me a number, and I’ll set up the details. You and Randi can do the inviting."

An uneasiness crept up Randi’s spine, sending chills skittering back down it. She thrust the unexplained anxiety away from her, and forced her attention back to the conversation at hand. Gwen gave her a searching look, before clasping her hand a little tighter. The bard returned her attention to Ella.

"Okay. Are we planning this for this weekend?"

Ella and Tommy exchanged looks, then the woman nodded. "Sure. Why not?"

"All right. I’ll give Mother a call. Shall we plan for Saturday?" Gwen looked at Tommy. "I’d like to take half a day on Friday to go up and help Mother get ready."

"Take the day, Gwen. We’ll all go up a day early. We don’t want to make more work for Jill. This is to encourage, not kill." He was startled when she reached out and gave him a short, tight hug.

"Thanks, T."

"Do you feel the darkness approaching, warrior?" Ares’ smile was threatening and mysterious.

Monday morning dawned hot and clear. Gwen found herself wishing for the cooler days of autumn. She still felt a little tired, and was moving a little slower than normal. She was sure the heat wasn’t helping. Randi looked at her in concern.

"You okay, Little One?"

"Hmm? Yeah... just wishing for cooler days already."

"Me too. C’mon. We’re gonna be late."

Randi walked the bard to her classroom, and returned to her office. She sat at her desk for a while, trying to concentrate on the work in front of her. She read the same sentence three times, before she growled in frustration, and stood to pace. She tried reading aloud while walking around, but that didn’t help much either. Finally, she thrust her hands into her hair and groaned. Then she flung her door open with enough force to make it bounce, and strode out of the main building, heading for the stables.

Tommy came out of his office at the noise, and just shook his head at the expected reaction. "This is gonna be a tough situation for you to get around, isn’t it, short stuff?" He watched until she came charging out of the barn on Excalibur’s back. He called an alert to the security team, and went back to work.

Gwen noticed the stallion’s hoof beats outside her room several times throughout the morning. She wondered what was going on, but every time she looked, there was nothing to be seen. Unsurprisingly, though... when the lunch chimes rang, Randi sat right outside the room waiting patiently.

"Is something wrong, Randi?" They were sitting at the table eating. Or rather, the bard was slowly chewing, and the Sabre sat mostly pushing her food around her plate. Gwen had a very good idea what was bothering her friend, but felt the warrior needed to bring it up.

"No," Randi answered hastily, shoving a bite of food in her mouth. "Just a mite off my feed, I think. You had the right idea about the heat this morning. I’m looking forward to a break from it myself." She paused. "I’m gonna make a few calls to get things started for Geoff’s party. Anyone special you want me to call?"

The bard recognized the change of topic ploy, but went with it. Things would come to a head or dissipate in their own good time. "Yeah, actually. Will you invite Sal and his family and also Tiny and Reed?"

Randi’s brow scrunched up at the mention of Sal’s name, then smiled. If anyone could make Geoff forget about his difficulties, the eccentric talent manager would be the one to do it. "All right, I can do that." A beat. "You about done?" nodding to the half finished plate. Gwen nodded. "Well then, let me walk you back, and I’ll go make some calls."

Gwen kept an eye out the window the remainder of the afternoon. She could almost time how long it would be between sightings of the dark head outside her room. She hoped it would just be for today. She wasn’t sure how long she could be patient with this kind of scrutiny.

"You up for a walk on the beach?" Randi asked the bard after dinner later that evening. "It’s a beautiful night."

Gwen looked at the warrior and agreed. "Yeah, it is. And yes, I would." She took the proffered hand and allowed Randi to help her up. She made no effort to remove her hand, and noticed that the Marine seemed to cling to the connection. The walk was nice, and their conversation was light and varied.

They reached the shelter of the dunes, and by mutual, unspoken consent meandered over to them and sat. Randi sat first, not at all displeased when the bard sat in front of her, and leaned into her for support. Tentatively, she wrapped her arms around the bard’s middle, sighing silently when Gwen wrapped her own firmly on top of them.

They sat together that way for the longest time, simply listening to the waves crash and looking at the stars. When the blonde began to droop in her arms, the warrior gently prodded. "C’mon, Little One. Let’s go home and get into bed."

Sleepy green eyes peered up at her adoringly. "I am home."

The response took Randi by surprise, and stole her ability to breathe for a very long moment. Then she leaned forward and kissed the bard’s forehead. "Me too," was her only answer, and they trudged through the sand back to the beach house in silence.

Tuesday and Wednesday passed much the same way, though Randi noticed Gwen was getting snippier and less patient with her hovering. They still took walks in the evenings, and cuddled up together at night, but the days were becoming unbearable. Thursday morning, things came to an ugly head.

"C’mon, Gwen. We’re gonna be late."

"No, you’re gonna be late. I already let T know I’m not coming in."

Randi crossed to the bard side, reaching a hand out to touch her forehead. "What’s wrong? Are you sick? Do I need to call Lacey?" Crossly, Gwen swatted it away.

"No, I’m fine. I just need some space. You’re driving me nuts!"

Stung, the Marine jerked away from her as though scorched by fire. Hurt shone out of blue eyes before they shuttered, and became cold and impassive. "I see. I apologize for caring. I won’t trouble you further." She stalked toward the door.

Aphrodite watched, her smacking hand tingling.

"Don’t you walk away from me, Randi. I’m not gonna die on you again. And you need to accept and get past that."

The Marine froze when Gwen mentioned dying, and she took a shuddering breath. The mask never fell, though, and when she turned to look at the bard, her face was expressionless.

"We don’t have time to talk about this now. I’m going to be late." Without another word, she strode out the door.

The blonde stood rooted to the spot in shock, unable to comprehend what had just happened. Tears fell from her face as she relived the moment of wide-eyed hurt in Randi’s eyes before they had closed against her. "Damn!" she muttered. "That isn’t how that was supposed to go." She scrubbed an impatient hand across her eyes and picked up her journal, falling gracelessly onto the couch as she began to read.

Tommy saw the fire in her eyes as she entered the building, and sent out a quick warning to the security staff. He hadn’t been surprised to hear from the bard... he knew things had to break between them soon. His surprise had come from Gwen’s tolerance of the over-protectiveness. From the look on Randi’s face, things had come to a head, and it hadn’t been at all pretty.

The morning passed slowly at Midas, except for members of the security division. Each and every member was called on the carpet for an impromptu review. Mid-afternoon, one of the agents made a comment overheard by Randi that gave her pause into her actions.

"I’ll be glad when she and Gwen make up. Every time they fight, we end up with an inspection."

Is that true? The warrior thought to herself. Do they suffer every time we disagree or fight? She had several more operatives to speak to, but they were waiting in the outer office. She was alone at the moment in her inner sanctuary, and she walked to the window. While she stared out unseeingly at the vista before her, and at one classroom in particular, her mind reviewed her time at Midas.

I’ll be damned! She moved to her calendar, checking dates that went back to her first day. I have. Shit... I owe these guys some kind of apology. The sound of thunder drew her from her musing. She was torn now... wanting to comfort the bard, yet still allow Gwen the space she needed.

She debated with herself for all of a minute before she stalked to the door and yanked it open. "Patterson, Jones, Jenkins, Randolph.... you guys are dismissed. I have something to take care of that will keep me out of the office for the remainder of the day." She looked at Beth. "Make sure Parker knows I’m gone, will ya?" She was out the door before the other woman could reply.

"Sure," Beth answered the closed door.

The bottom fell out of the sky just as she started across the bridge. The second rumble of thunder caused her to speed up, knowing what the sound did to Gwen lately.

She brought the transport to a halt with a jerk, and rushed in the front door. She came to a blinding halt just inside the foyer, wondering now about the wisdom of her hasty, gut-instinct reaction. Well, nothing to do for it now, but go in and face the music. If she still needs her space I’ll go see Ella for a while.

She crept silently out into the living room, then froze at the tableau she encountered. Gwen sat on the floor by the French doors, curled up into a tiny ball. Her forehead rested on the glass, and even from where she stood, Randi could see the tear tracks on the bard’s face. The Sabre forced hesitant feet forward, until she stood in front of Gwen. After several long seconds, the blonde head turned, and Gwen gave her friend a tentative, welcoming smile.

Randi felt the constrictive bands around her heart loosen, and shyly returned the smile. She started to sit, when Gwen stopped her.

"No, help me up, would you?" Her voice was still husky from the tears.

The bard took the larger hand and stood, then led the taller woman back to the couch, but surprisingly, seated her on the coffee table. The thunder continued to rumble and the rain still fell, but it had been put aside by the two women as inconsequential. What concerned them now was the electricity between them that Randi could almost see, and she wondered what had happened in the interim she’d been gone to change things so drastically. She waited, though, giving Gwen the opportunity to formulate whatever it was she so obviously wanted to say.

"I was able to catch up on my reading today." The bard drew a shaky breath. "And when the storm started, I remembered." Green eyes looked into intense blue. Having Randi sit on the coffee table while she stood put them almost at eye level with one another. "I remembered everything." She moved to stand in front of Randi. The warrior spread her legs slightly, and Gwen stepped between them, resting her hands lightly on the broad shoulders. Of their own volition, the Marine’s hands went to the bard’s waist, gently caressing her strong back.

"I remember what meeting you felt like." A small hand drew itself through dark locks. "I remember these intense new feelings I’d never felt before, and wondering what they were, and where they came from. I remember being scared when I figured out I was falling in love with you, afraid of what it would change between us. I remember admitting to myself that it was love, and deciding we were worth the risk. I remember how wonderful that feeling was." She looked down, then up again, and found herself captured once more in that blue regard. She moved her other hand to tenderly trace the well-known, beloved face. "I remember how devastated I was when I knew, I KNEW, it was too late for us. That you were gone from me."

A single tear escaped her eyes, and Randi reached up a hand to wipe it away. Her hand moved into the blonde locks, tangling itself gently.

"I remember, Randi, and I’m not giving it up. Not again."

Time stood still then. Gwen looked into Randi’s eyes, then dropped her gaze to the warrior’s full lips. Involuntarily, she licked her own, before bringing her eyes back to the Sabre’s. She leaned forward slightly, pleased when the hand at her waist tightened convulsively.

Her lips barely brushed those of the warrior, then she pulled back to look into hooded, darkened eyes. Randi’s nostril’s flared slightly, and Gwen could feel the tension singing in the hand at her waist and the one clutching her hair. She realized in that moment that Randi was showing remarkable restraint, waiting for her to lead the way.

She leaned in again, taking the time to savor the senses that surrounded her. Randi’s spicy scent and her own co mingled. The soap and shampoo they shared, though it smelled slightly different on each of them. The clean smell of sunshine and rain. The sound of the warrior’s rapidly beating heart, and her own in tandem with it. The silky smoothness of the skin under her fingertips.

Her eyes followed the path her fingers took, and once again fell on the full lips. This time, the kiss lasted longer. Her tongue darted out to trace those lips, and she was lost. The taste, the feel and the moan that opened Randi’s mouth to her exploration produced a moan of her own, and she felt herself drowning in the sensations being created throughout her body.

At the first touch of Gwen’s tongue on her lips, Randi groaned and closed her eyes, and gave herself over to the feelings surging over her. She pulled the bard into her, thrilled when she felt Gwen’s arms tighten around her. For long moments they stayed that way... touching, tasting, rediscovering.

When the need for air forced them apart, they were slow and averse to do so. Several small kisses before they physically separated and still they remained in each other’s space, breathing one another’s air.

"Oh, God," Gwen whispered. "How could I have forgotten this? How could he take this away from me?"

"All that matters is you remember now, and that is enough." She stopped speaking when the bard leaned in again, and recaptured her lips. Banked fires burst into flame, and twin moans merged into a single sound. With great reluctance, Randi pulled back again.

"God, you’re good at that." She smiled tearfully. "And I have missed you so much." She hugged the smaller woman tightly to her, pleased when Gwen snuggled deeper into her. "Would you mind... would you be greatly offended... I mean, I’d like to take things slowly." Gwen pulled away from her with a look of disbelief on her face. "What I mean is... I’d like the chance to court you properly. And when you’re ready, we’ll move this relationship forward again." She looked down, then up into those verdant eyes gazing at her in wondering admiration. "It’s your call, but I’d really like the opportunity."

The Marine leaned into the small hand that cupped her face. "It means that much to you?" Randi’s eyes dropped and she nodded. The hand moved down her cheek, and along the scar, to lift the warrior’s chin. Blue eyes peeked up at indulgent green, and she had to smile in response to Gwen’s grin. The bard nodded. "I’d like that." A beat. "As long as we don’t have to give up the kissing."

Randi captured the lips in front of her with a fierce intensity that took Gwen’s breath away and made her respond in kind. She slid down onto the warrior’s lap, whimpering. An answering growl from Randi made the Sabre pull back, eyes darkened to an indigo. "No," she smiled. "We certainly do not have to give up the kissing."

"Good," the bard replied, nibbling lightly on the lips, before moving her attentions across the jaw line until she reached an ear. She blew lightly into it, then chuckled silently at the quivering she felt chasing up the Marine’s spine, before she leaned in and whispered. "Because I think I’m addicted to you. The way you taste and your scent, and the feel of your body in my arms."

Now it was Randi’s turn to whimper, and she looked at Gwen with pleading eyes. "You don’t play fair, you know."

"I’m sorry," contritely, but with eyes twinkling merrily. "I just love you so much, and to be able to feel that again.... God, it’s like being high, I’m so giddy."

The warrior swung them over to the couch, where they landed in a tangle of limbs. "Sorry," she said, "But my butt was starting to hurt."

Gwen started to laugh, and when Randi realized the absurdity of her words in conjunction with their conversation, proceeded to join her.

The bard gently traced the well-known and much loved features. She smiled when Randi closed her eyes and sighed at her touch. "I love you."

The Marine softly kissed the fingertips on her face. "I love you too, so very much." She turned them so they were sitting front to back, her body encompassing the blonde’s completely. "And speaking of being high, I have a surprise for you tomorrow, if you’re willing to try it."

Gwen turned slightly in Randi’s arms, until she could see into her face. She studied her for a long moment before she nodded, turned around again, and snuggled back into the soldier’s strong arms. "All right," was all she said.

"Just like that?"

"Just like that." She squirmed until her body was being cradled, and she bent her head back to catch Randi’s eyes. "I trust you. I always have."

Tears welled up in the blue eyes, and she placed a chaste kiss on the forehead under her chin. "Thank you, love. That means the world to me. *YOU* mean the world to me."

They grew quiet listening to the rain continue to fall outdoors, never realizing when they dozed off in each other’s arms.

The rain had not abated when mutterings and curses quietly emerged from the larger of the two bodies laying almost prostrate on the sofa. "Ow." Pop. "Damn!" Pop. "Stupid." Pop. Snap. A low groan, and the squeak of leather as she tried to stretch without waking her companion. Several pops this time, and the figure gave a moan of appreciation. "Oh yeah. That’s much better."

She was startled when she looked down into a pair of sleepy green eyes. "You about done there, Stud? It’s really hard to sleep with all the moving my mattress is doing." Gwen patted the firm stomach beneath her hands, and felt Randi’s chuckle rumble through it.

"Yeah, well, yours is more comfortable than mine." The Sabre lifted a hand and rubbed her neck. "I think I have a crick in my neck."

"I’ll tell ya what... let’s fix some dinner, and I’ll see if I can rub it out for you."

"Steak and potatoes?"

"Sounds good."

They worked together in silence for a time. Then Randi cleared her throat and spoke. "I think I owe you an apology."

The bard quirked her eyebrow in question, confused. "Hmm?"

"For this morning... this week. I knew I was being overprotective, but I couldn’t seem to stop. I just...." She broke off as Gwen’s hand covered her mouth.

"No apologies, unless you accept mine as well." Now a dark brow rose, and the blonde had to laugh lightly at their similar reactions. "Sorry... it’s just...." She traced the eyebrow in question. Gwen sighed. "If any one person in the world should have been able to understand where you were coming from, *I* should have. And I didn’t. All I could see was that you were making us both nuts."

She took the larger hands in her own small ones, and led them over to a chair that she eased Randi into before kneeling at her feet. "I’m not going to die on you, Randi. Not again. I made you a promise, and I always keep my promises. You know that. You’re stuck with me... forever."

Gwen leaned into the stroking touch that caressed her face. "And you with me," the warrior answered. "I love you, Little One."

"I love you, too," the bard answered, rising to her feet and lightly kissing Randi before moving back to the kitchen. The warrior sat admiring the smooth walk, and rolling hips. She had the good grace to the blush when Gwen turned around, smirking.

"If you’re done staring at my behind, you can come help me finish dinner."

A rakish grin appeared. "If we wait for that, we’re gonna starve to death. Cause I don’t see that happening for a very, very long time." The she laughed aloud at the flush of red that suffused Gwen’s face. "C’mon. I’m hungry." And hand in hand they walked into the kitchen.

The chirping and calls of early morning birds was all Randi heard when she opened her eyes to the gray of the pre-morning dawn. She smiled, knowing that the rain wouldn’t prevent them from doing what she had planned. This is gonna be so awesome! I hope she likes this. The Sabre had spent the two weeks of Gwen’s memory loss planning different new things for them to do together. She wanted to introduce the bard to some new experiences, as well as revisit some old favorites. Courting wasn’t nearly as easy as it looked.

She smiled again when the body in her arms squeezed and snuggled closer with a sigh, before resuming the deep, regular breathing of sleep. The Marine gingerly stretched, trying to decide if she really wanted to climb out of her warm nest and go for a run. She shook her head and closed her eyes. The hell with it, she thought. I like where I am just fine.

It was the gentle touch on her face that woke Randi the second time, though the sun in her eyes wasn’t very conducive to sleep either. She kept her eyes closed, enjoying the soft contact, until the fingers traced her lips. She sighed and kissed them, then bodily pulled Gwen up to meet her lips. The kiss was warm, and sensual, and her hands, of their own accord ran up and down the smooth skin of the strong back. Thank God for T-shirts. She noticed the bard’s hands wrapped in her hair, and smiled as she drew back slightly.

"Good morning."

"Good morning, love." Gwen returned to the lips beneath her for another sampling. "I like waking up this way."

"Um hmm. Me too. But we...." A pounding on the door cut her off. "Let me up. It’s probably Reed and Tiny. Tommy and Ella should be here soon too."

Gwen’s eyes got big when she looked at the clock. "Oh man... we really overslept."

"Yep, so come on." Another loud knock. "Go get your shower. I’ll let them in."

"They must have overslept, Tiny. Give it a rest. We can always wait in the shuttle."

"I know, but considering how trouble follows these two...." He broke off when the door opened, then whirled to face Reed as she yelped and turned away. Randi moved toward her, but stopped when she held up a hand.

"Stay there, please," the seer instructed her Marine friend. Reed took a deep breath, relaxing into Tiny’s arms, but still not looking directly at Randi. "You two are back together again. She remembers."

"Yes, she does, but what does that...." Realization dawned on her and Tiny at the same time. "Oh God, Reed! I am so sorry. I completely forgot about the aura thing in my excitement. She just recovered it yesterday afternoon, and...." She would have babbled on further, had not the other woman put out a hand to stop her.

"Randi, it’s okay. It’s wonderful that she remembers. Here," pressing a package into the Marine’s hands. "We’re gonna go wait in the shuttle. I should have time to get a temporary shield in place... long enough to get us to the capital." She and Tiny turned and walked away.

"Okay, Reed. We’ll be there in a bit. I’m sorry."

The seer waved her acknowledgment, but didn’t turn around again.

She laid the package on the bed, and knocked on the bathroom door. "Gwen, you need to wear what is on the bed, okay?" Randi waited for verbal confirmation that the bard heard her, before she went out to start the coffee. She’d just gotten it on, when Tommy and Ella knocked at the door. Twin sets of eyebrows rose when they noticed her state of undress.

"You’re going to the capital city in your pajamas? Kinda informal, don’t you think?"

"Smart ass!" smacking the back of his head. "We overslept. Tiny and Reed are here, but they are waiting in the shuttle." She would have said more, but Gwen poked her head out the bedroom door at that moment.

"I’m done, Stud, if you want to get in." A beat. "Oh, morning, guys!"

Randi couldn’t help the smile, and she headed toward the bedroom. "Coffee should be about ready if you want a cup, and you know you’re welcome to wait here. We won’t be long." She disappeared inside the doorway.

Gwen looked at the suit for a long time, and had just pulled it on and zipped it up when the warrior stepped out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel. She didn’t even look at the bard, but disappeared into her closet, re-emerging a few minutes later dressed in an identical outfit to the bard’s own.

"Um, Randi? What are we doing exactly? I don’t think I’ve ever actually seen you wear something like this before, but you’re obviously quite comfortable in it."

The Marine came and stood in front of Gwen, giving her a good once-over before resting her hand’s lightly on the bard’s hips. The suit was borrowed from Reed, who was closer to Gwen’s size than Randi was. She smiled, and pulled them together, meeting the bard’s lips in a long tender exploration before releasing her and stepping back.

"We are going skydiving."

In answer, the green eyes went big and round.

"Breathe, love," waiting for Gwen to blink and look at her. Randi smiled. "You okay?"

"Skydiving?"

"Um hmm."

The bard was silent for a bit, processing. "Okay, I’m up for trying that, I guess. Is it fun?"

"It’s incredible. I promise you’ll love it."

For her answer, Gwen merely took the big hand in her own, and led them out into the living room. Tommy was still waiting for them. Ella had taken coffee out to Reed and Tiny. He took one look at the two of them and grinned from ear to ear. Then he reached for the duffle Randi carried. She frowned.

"You’ve got better things to be holding in your arms, I’m thinking. And I am so glad."

Randi took advantage of her now empty arms to wrap them around her lover. "Me, too."

"Waitaminute... wait just a damn minute. You’re telling me the two of you are going to intentionally jump out of a perfectly good shuttle?"

"Yes."

"Because it’s fun."

"Yes."

"You’re nuts."

"I’ve been called worse, Tommy." The trio was almost to the shuttle pad. "Look, T. It’s something I did throughout my military career. It’s a rush I want to share with Gwen."

"I can think of far better and more interesting ways to get that rush that don’t require falling into the air at fifteen thousand feet," he muttered, then watched the color rise in the two faces in front of him. He cleared his throat. "Ahem. Sorry. C’mon, let’s get going."

A mischievous twinkle entered the bard’s eyes. "As good as sex, hmm?"

"Well, no," Randi answered with her own twinkle. "But it makes for a nice feeling anyway."

They stayed away from the cockpit, trying to give Reed as much space as they could manage in the confined area. Tiny came out to them when they were airborne with all the straps and harnesses they would need for the jump.

"How’s Reed?" The Marine questioned her friend, as she began to don the various bits of equipment.

"Better," he answered tersely. "She’s got the temp shields in place, and we will work on getting a more permanent one once we land." He looked Randi squarely in the eye. "You could have given us a bit of warning, ya know."

"I’m sorry, Tiny. You’re right. I just honestly didn’t think about it. Gwen didn’t recover her memories until yesterday afternoon, and, well... everything else went to the wayside after that. I was just so happy, that I forgot about how our bond affects Reed. Especially since it wasn’t a problem last week."

His gaze softened at her words, and he realized that her last visit with his partner had been fresh in her mind, if not the reason for her lack of reaction to the two of them.

"We both plan to apologize more fully to Reed, once she’s able to barrier. We figured she’d need some space until then." Gwen had come up alongside the warrior during her speech, and wanted Tiny to know she felt they were both accountable for forgetting. He smiled when he realized the truth they spoke, and he handed the bard her gear.

"Let’s get ya’ll suited up and strapped together. We’ll be over the jump point in about twenty minutes." He backed up when Randi reached forward to help Gwen with her apparatus. He saw Tommy and Ella watching the proceedings in fascination.

Tiny lifted the chute and helped Randi into it, allowing her to adjust the fit for her comfort. The Marine was strapped and locked in moments, then he watched in bemusement when Gwen slipped in front of the warrior, and began to check the lock mechanisms. Randi just smiled at her bard indulgently.

"You know what you’re doing there, Little One?"

"I’m keeping you safe," came the serious answer. "Let me."

The Marine reached out and covered the small hands working the buckles on her chest. "I love you." She moved the hands to a different spot. "Here... this one first."

It didn’t take long until the bard was satisfied that the harness was secure, and Randi turned Gwen away from her, then pulled her back to her chest. "Now," motioning Tiny over to them, "We’re gonna be strapped together." He handed over the last of the equipment, and stepped back.

They stood together quietly, enjoying the closeness, while Randi fastened them together at both shoulders and hips. When the locks were fasten and secured, Randi handed around the electronic deployment mechanism. Two clicks, and it was locked on Gwen’s chest waiting for the moment it would be activated. The Sabre patted the ripcord, making sure their backup was ready, just in case the EDM did not work. She had checked their equipment twice, but it never hurt to be sure. They donned their helmets, and proceeded to duck walk to the door. Tiny slid it opened, then helped ease them into a sitting position at the edge. Gwen was pretty much sitting in Randi’s lap, clutching at the long legs stretched out on either side of her. Tiny looked to Randi, who gave him a thumbs up, and he responded with a nod. Knowing he would signal them when it was time, the Marine turned her attention to the bard.

"You okay?" She spoke quietly into the helmet’s mic.

"Ummm hmmm," was the drawn out answer. "Just a little nervous, I guess." She took a firm grasp on the shoulder straps.

Large hands found their way between them, and the Sabre tenderly rubbed the knots out of the bard’s back. "We don’t have to do this, Gwen."

The blonde head turned as much as it could with her shoulders strapped. "No, I want to do this. I just...."

"Okay. I just wanted to be sure."

At that moment, Tiny got the word from Reed that it was time. He tapped Randi’s shoulder, giving her the thumbs up, and she nodded and responded in kind. "We’re at fifteen thousand feet, Randi. We’ll meet you two on the ground."

"Here we go, love. We’re just gonna fall out, okay?"

"A-a-all right." But by the time she’d finished, the Sabre had rolled them out the shuttle door, and they were free falling toward the planet. Two seconds of stark terror, before the adrenaline kicked in, and then she had to cheer. "Whoo hoo!!" Randi’s response was a soundless chuckle Gwen could feel at her back.

The feeling of freedom, of absolute awe pervaded Gwen’s psyche, and she felt herself wishing for the moment to last forever. Then she felt the chute open, and found herself pulled upward in a rush of motion. As they floated planetward, the bard felt a peace invade her soul, and she began to mentally order her thoughts and feelings, experiencing the first stirring of story composition she’d had in eighteen months.

"Oh God," she whispered, shaken to the core.

"You all right?" The warrior’s words filtered through her hearing, and into her consciousness. Randi couldn’t wrap her arms around the younger woman, and endeavored to send comfort through the sound of her voice.

The warmth that enveloped the bard made her gasp again, and she couldn’t have stopped the tears of she’d tried. But they were happy tears, and she welcomed the release they brought. She smiled, even though she knew Randi couldn’t see it. "I’m wonderful. Thanks for asking."

The Marine felt the warmth returned, and smiled. "Good. We’ll be down in about three minutes."

"We could stay here forever. This is incredible. Being with you is awesome."

The remainder of their decent was smooth, and Gwen watched in fascination as the stately old buildings of the capital slowly swept into view. The ground began to come up to meet them faster, and the bard could clearly see the grassy plain that was their target. She felt Randi’s legs hit the earth a second before her own did, and they ran a few steps together before stopping. She stood still, only her knees shaking, while Randi separated them, and dropped the chute pack. Without warning, she turned and launched herself at the Marine, who caught her on instinct, and fell backwards onto the ground.

Randi felt the bard tighten her arms convulsively, and responded with a fierce grip of her own. The hug lasted a couple minutes, and when Gwen pulled back slightly, the Sabre gave her a crooked grin. The blonde didn’t say a word, but leaned down and captured the full lips beneath her. Randi just closed her eyes, and enjoyed the warm tingling Gwen’s touch ignited all along her length.

"I love you," the bard whispered, pulling away after a long moment. "Thank you for sharing that with me. That was awesome."

Randi looked back at her with a satisfied smile. "I’m glad you think so. And if this is gonna be the kind of reception I get after every jump, we may have to make this a regular event."

"All right, you two!" Tommy’s hail startled them. "Get a room, will ya?" His good-natured teasing made them both blush. Gwen slid smoothly to her feet, and extended a hand down to Randi.

Her voice dropped to a level she knew only the Sabre would hear. "We do this on a regular basis, and the reception will be hot enough to land us both in jail." She felt the Marine’s eyes burn into her as she made her way to the transport. Randi swallowed hard before turning to the orderly, and giving him a few terse instructions about her equipment. Then she moved to the waiting vehicle.

Tiny prudently kept his eyes forward when the Marine slid inside. Tommy took one look at her face, and shut the darkened window between the front and rear of the transport. Then he nodded to Tiny, and they started moving away from the field.

Gwen could feel the energy radiating from the dark form beside her, and chanced a look in the Sabre’s direction. Randi’s nostril’s flared from time to time, and she was clenching and unclenching her hands. The brunette felt the blonde’s regard, and turned her head to catch the green eyes. The bard drew in a breath sharply at the passion darkened eyes that met her own.

Without thinking, she reached up a hand to stroke the scarred skin. Randi captured the hand, and pulled the bard into her lap.

"Do you know what you do to me with mere words, Gwen? With your touch? With your taste and scent?" Her low voice growled. "Can you control the fire you’re starting?"

"I don’t want to control it, love. I want to immerse myself in it."

The growl this time vibrated between them. Randi pulled the bard into her and captured the soft lips with an intensity that surprised them both. Gwen wound her fingers tightly into the dark locks, anchoring herself as sensation cascaded through her body at the Marine’s possessive touch. Randi leaned over, pushing the bard onto the seat until she was completely reclined. The Sabre pulled her lips away, but still loomed over Gwen.

"You, my bard, are a vile, evil woman." The fire in the blue eyes banked as she took in the look of pure unadulterated love shining back at her from the green orbs beneath her. "And I love you so much." This kiss was gentle, and reverent, and as intoxicating for Gwen as the first. Their breathing was heavy, and their hearts beat in rapid tandem when Randi pulled away again. Gwen combed her fingers through the dark hair... one hand coming to rest at the base of the Sabre’s skull, and the other continuing around to tenderly caress the still healing scar. Randi closed her eyes at the soft touch.

"I love you, too, Randi... so much that it hurts to breathe sometimes." She pulled the Marine back down to her, but before their lips could meet yet again, the transport pulled to a stop, and both men got out without a backward look. Randi dropped her head to Gwen’s soft chest.

"We have got to work on their timing," the Marine muttered, though she was secretly thankful for the reprieve. She’d made a promise she intended to keep, but looking at the kiss swollen lips, and passion darkened eyes of the bard, she could feel her resolve flying out the window. "C’mon," sitting up, and running a hand through her mussed hair. "Let’s get changed and we’ll go meet your folks."

They stepped out under the portico, thankful for the shade it provided. The hotel was the same one they had stayed at only weeks before, and Gwen shivered in reaction. "I can’t do this," came the whispered words. "Not now that I remember."

Fire and passion melted to tenderness and concern, and Randi gently cupped the bard’s face in her strong hands. "All right. Let me go...." stopping when small hands clenched her jumpsuit in a tight grip. "Okay, love. I’m right here, and I won’t leave you. Let me call Tiny. We’ll go over to the cottage."

The blonde head nodded her agreement, and Randi pulled them over to lean against the transport. Gwen cuddled in her arms, happy to be in her one safe port. It took less than two minutes before the large Sabre had their bags in his arms walking out to the transport, with a chagrined Tommy in tow.

"I’m sorry, Gwen. We’ve had a suite here for as long as I can remember, and I just didn’t think when I made the reservation."

"It’s all right, T. Ya’ll shouldn’t have to change your lives for me. Thank you for understanding why I can’t do this right now." He engulfed her in a hug, and kissed the top of her head.

"Thank you for forgiving me. You’ll get over this, and we’ll be right here with you."

She brushed her lips along his smooth cheek, and pulled back. "We’ll meet ya’ll at the medifac in about an hour."

"That’s good," Tiny answered. "Reed will have some shields in place by then. We have a couple of appointments with the docs, and then we’ll join ya’ll."

Tommy and Gwen nodded simultaneously, and the man moved back toward the building. "I’ll go get Ella, and we’ll head on over. I’m looking forward to this."

"We all are." Randi, who had stood silently by, now spoke. She took Gwen’s hand. "C’mon, love. Later, T."

"Waitaminute, Tommy." Geoff pulled himself into a more upright position, wincing at the pain the movement caused to shoot through his lower back and legs. A good sign, the doctors told him. Comforting, perhaps, but that didn’t make the hurt any less. "Randi took Gwen up in a shuttle and they jumped out of it?? Tommy, Gwen is afraid of heights."

"Well, I don’t know, Geoff. She seemed to have enjoyed it well enough," thinking of how he’d found them tangled together on the ground. "Why don’t you ask her when they get here?"

"Oh, I will," he vowed, and the conversation moved on to other things.

"Where is Randall? I was hoping you’d bring him." Jill and Ella were out in the tiny garden.

"My folks took him for the weekend. I figured the party tomorrow might be a little much for him. He doesn’t know most of the people involved, and it’s more for the adults anyway. Besides, mama claims they don’t get to see enough of him. She was glad to get the chance to spoil him a little, I think." The curly haired woman looked at the beauty surrounding them. "It is so very peaceful here."

"Yes, it is, and I will be so very glad to leave it behind."

"How’s he doing?"

Jill smiled. "Much better than the doctors ever hoped for. He’s got the right motivation, and this party will do wonders for him, I imagine."

"And you too, yes?"

"Yeah, me too. He is going to be pleasantly surprised. I know I was when people started letting me know they were coming."

"Good, I’m glad we were able to put this together then. I’m looking forward to it."

Jill knew by the glow on Gwen’s face that something fundamental had changed again. The bard walked right into her mother’s arms and gave her a big hug.

"I remember, Mama. I remember everything."

"Oh, baby girl! That is so wonderful. I can’t tell you how happy I am for you. This means the wedding is set then?"

"Oh, yes. Most definitely. She is in fact, courting me." Jill did a double take at Gwen’s words.

"You’re kidding."

"No ma’am. She actually asked for permission to court me for a while. Mama, she looked at me with those big blue eyes, and I couldn’t tell her no. She went out last night, after the storm, and found me some honeysuckle. You know I adore the smell." Jill nodded. "She brought it in to scent the bedroom for me, just because I like it."

Heated voices from Geoff and Randi broke into their conversation right then, and waylaid any more questions or comments that Jill could make. Gwen, catching the gist of the argument, walked over to put a stop to it.

"That’s enough, Daddy."

Surprise was enough to quiet him, as his daughter had rarely spoken to him in that manner.

"But, Gwen...."

"I said that’s enough. Randi didn’t know about my fear of heights. I never told her much about it. And when she invited me... Daddy, I knew I’d be safe. Not once has she ever not taken care of me. And I’m so glad I went. God, it is such an incredible feeling... the rush, the freedom, and the awe. It’s... breathtaking. So don’t blame her, Daddy," taking the larger hand in her own, and smiling when the arm continued to wrap around her middle. "This was my choice, and my decision."

The weapons smith looked at the glow on his daughter’s face, and at the link he could clearly see reformed between them. "You’re right, Gwen. I apologize, Randi."

"It’s all right, Daddy." She stepped closer and gave him a hug and kiss. "You were just being the daddy."

"Yep, that does tend to happen occasionally. I’ll work on that," said with a grin.

"Don’t. I like you just the way you are."

"Thanks for caring about her, Geoff."

"She’s my daughter... it’s my job. And even when I give her to your keeping, Randi, she will still always be my daughter."

"And I think we’re all pretty grateful for that fact." He looked at her, stunned at such an admission. "C’mon," ignoring the expression, "let’s get you out into the sunshine for a while."

The afternoon was well spent. The friends enjoyed their time together going to one of the many museums while Geoff was in his afternoon therapy. The doctor had given Reed’s eyes a clean bill of health, and the group was in a celebratory mood.

Final plans for the morrow were gone over and adjusted. Jill had been quick to realize that her small rented cottage with its tiny yard would never accommodate the number of people who were coming.

"The park will be perfect," Tiny said. The others agreed. It was going to be a good day.

Saturday morning came earlier than the bard was prepared for. They’d had a late night, and a little too much to drink, and she winced at the pounding headache and cottonmouth she woke up to.

"Ugh!" she moaned, then winced again in reaction. "Ow!" And she slowly lifted a hand to her face. Then stiffened in reaction when the surface under her cheek began to shake with laughter. "Please don’t move. I’m close enough to being sick without any help here." Her voice was a mere whisper, but it got the results she needed.

"Here," came the equally quiet voice from above her. "Ease up and drink this."

Gwen grimaced, and did as she was told, swallowing the mixture down with a shudder. She handed the empty container back to Randi, and gently placed her head back on the warrior’s shoulder. The light stroking on her back coaxed her into a doze, and the two lay that way for some time before the blonde stirred herself again. Finally, she lifted a hand and tenderly ran her fingertips over the soft face. When they crossed the Sabre’s lips, Randi brushed a gentle kiss across them, and murmured, "Morning, love."

"Good morning, beautiful."

Another soundless chuckle. "You must feel better."

"I feel wonderful, thank you. And thank you for that awful mixture. My head has stopped pounding as well."

"I’m glad it helped."

"Well, not as much as being here in your arms, but it did enough." She felt the blush crawl up the warm skin she was laying on. She decided to bring things down a notch. "However, now I have this desperate desire to brush my teeth and take a shower." The Marine laughed without a sound again. She rose up and peered at the warrior. "Wanna join me?"

Randi had them out of bed and on their feet before the bard was through with her invitation. "Well," indicating the bathroom, "what are we waiting for?"

OK, so maybe I kicked things up a notch instead, and smirked as she sauntered into the bathroom, feeling those intense blue eyes focused on her every movement.

"Coming, Stud?"

"God, I hope so," was her muttered answer, as she followed Gwen and shut the door behind them with a firm click.

The medifac was quiet when Gwen and Randi entered. Geoff was very glad to see them.

"Hi, girls."

"Hi, dad," they answered in tandem.

"Listen, I have a favor to ask." He was looking at Randi, and she nodded for him to continue. "Jill just called and said the transport is giving her some sort of problem. Could you...?"

The Marine gave the request some serious thought. "I’ll tell ya what," she responded finally. "You let me take you and Gwen over to the park, and then I’ll go get Jill. We can pick up some supplies, and have us a nice little cookout."

The weapons smith shrank back at the thought of meeting people, then scoffed at himself. You presume you’d even be a note of interest, old man. God, what an ego. He smiled, and the two women wondered where his thoughts had taken him. He nodded. "All right. Let me call in an intern to help me get ready."

Warrior and bard left, and went to wait in the sunroom.

"This is gonna be so awesome."

It hadn’t taken long really for him to get dressed, though to him it seemed like forever. He somewhat resented the fact that he needed help, but his logical mind accepted that truth, and he allowed the young man to help him without much fuss.

His eyes closed instinctively against the bright sunshine, and it took a long minute before he opened them again. Then he was settled into the transport, and they headed to the park.

His eyes were closed when the vehicle halted, and he left them that way. He was surprised at how drained he felt just trying to get into the transport. It didn’t take long to lose the stamina, especially with the treatments he’d been going through. He sighed, a bit upset that he could doze so easily, and seemed to need it so badly. He felt the depression creeping up on him again. Then Gwen was gently shaking him and he lifted heavy lids.

"Sorry, little girl. I may need to nap awhile while Randi goes to get your mother."

"That’s okay, Daddy. I know this has got to be terribly hard for you. You do what you need to, but first," looking back at Tiny, who had come up behind them, "we need to get you out of there."

The hover chair sat conveniently at the door of the vehicle. It was simply a matter of reaching in and lifting the weapons smith out. The big Sabre stepped around Randi, and came into Geoff’s line of sight.

"C’mon, Geoff," Tiny said softly. "Let me help."

"Tiny? What are you doing here?"

The Sabre didn’t answer, but gently cradled the man as he lifted him from the vehicle. Then he set him into the hover chair and stepped back a pace. Randi straightened his legs, and Gwen adjusted the built-in pillow. Then they moved so he could guide the chair to the shade. And they waited.

It took him all of two seconds to see that one, they were not walking with him, and two, the park seemed to be inordinately crowded. It took another five full seconds before the reality of the scene entered his conscious thought, and he realized the truth of this outing. He turned to look at Gwen, who simply pointed toward the figure that was rapidly approaching.

"You did this?" He pinned his wife with a stare, motioning to the hundred plus people waiting for him. She was quick to note the tears in his eyes, and she knelt by his side.

"No, love. They and they and they," pointing to Randi and Gwen, Tommy and Ella, and Reed and Tiny in turn, "did this. All I did was give them a list of people. They did the rest."

"It was Ella’s idea. We probably would have gotten more folks here if we’d had more than two days to plan."

"He swiveled his head in Gwen’s direction at her words. "Waitaminute. You’re telling me this many folks dropped everything and came on two days notice?"

"Yep." This from Randi.

"Well I’ll be damned." A solitary tear rolled down his face before he brusquely wiped it away. "C’mon," he finally said briskly, "let’s find us some shade and get the party started." The small group smiled. It was going to be a good day. A cheer rose from the large gathering as Geoff approached, and things settled into a comfortable rhythm.

It was early afternoon, and the party had been going strong for several hours. Randi was bothered by a burning sensation in her scar that she couldn’t seem to shake. She and Gwen were separated momentarily, as the bard was talking to some of their Midas friends. The warrior came up behind her. The bard excused herself immediately and turned to her, sensing her distress. The twitching in the Marine’s jaw made Gwen wince in sympathy, and she raised a hand to stroke it. Strange, it feels almost cold to the touch.

"Love?" Randi placed her hand on top of Gwen’s, and held the soothing contact in place. "It’s really bothering you, huh?" The dark head nodded once, but Gwen could easily read the pain shining in those blue eyes. "Would one of the medifac doctors be able to give you something for it? I know there were a couple grumbling about being stuck on duty instead of being here today."

"I’d thought about going. The two I talked to said there is a cream I can put on it that might help."

"You want me to go with you?"

"No, Little One. You’re a hostess. It won’t take me but about ten minutes total. If I walk, I can cut through instead of going around like we had to with your dad. I’ll be right back, ok?"

"Yep, and then you can rest a little til it works."

The Sabre leaned down and brushed her lips lightly. "I love you."

Gwen smiled. "I love you too, so hurry back to me."

"Yes ma’am." And received a smack on the butt as she turned and walked away. "Heh."

That was the last clear thought Randi remembered, until she woke in Gwen’s arms nearly an hour later.

Jerry scrubbed at his eyes, and looked at the clock. It was mid-Saturday afternoon. His new second was working out better than expected, and his return from the field yesterday provided the Commandant with the excuse to work. Not that he intended to completely miss Geoff’s party. He would never dishonor his comrade so. But he found it hard to be in the man’s presence any more. The guilt and shame he felt over recent events had left him feeling old, and disillusioned. Only twice since the incident had he visited the weapons smith. He would go today... he would just be late, and leave as early as possible.

"That’s everything, sir."

"Very well, Russ. Let’s call it a day."

The younger man smiled, and bounded back to the outer office. Jerry smiled sadly, remembering a time when he had been as enthusiastic... about the Sabres and his life. Now....

"Do you need a lift, sir?"

"No, Russ, thanks. We’re getting together at the park. It’s not far, and the walk will be good for me."

The commander looked seriously at his superior. "Well, be careful. You have to move through some territory, and remember what I told you earlier. Things are unsettled there." A beat. "I wish you’d let me take you."

Now Jerry chuckled. "You worry like an old woman, Russ. I’ll be fine. I’m still a Sabre, ya know, despite the gray and the stars."

"As you say, sir," was the grave response. "I’ll see you on Monday." He closed the door quietly behind him.

The general was glad he’d chosen to wear civilian clothing, and didn’t have to change. Locking the door, he stepped into the outdoors, and stood soaking in the sunshine for a moment. Then he turned his steps to the nearby park.

He understood what the commander had been telling him as he began to pass through what was clearly marked, to his trained eyes, as gang territory. How did this happen? When did they get so close? And then he didn’t have time to worry about it, as he found himself pinned to the nearest polymer wall with a twelve-inch blade through his middle.

Wha... This isn’t supposed to happen. I’m not supposed to die this way. Because even his fuzzy mind recognized the fact that he was going to die. He closed his eyes, trying to center himself, then reopened them and tried to focus. There was nothing but a black-clad form in front of him, and blearily he realized this was his attacker. And then the figure spoke in a whisper, and he shuddered at the sound.

"You owe me, Jerry, and the time has come for you to pay up." Swiftly, what he saw was the light reflected off his own blade before it cut off his head in a fell swoop. Then the warrior pick up the head, and with a single thrust pushed the sword through his forehead, and into the wall. "The scavengers can have what’s left now."

It took a moment to strip off the outfit that covered the attacker from head to toe, and another to dump it into the nearest incinerator. The entire incident had taken less than two minutes.

"The pity of this is, Randi," Ares spoke to the scrying bowl, "You’ll never remember any of it. A shame too, because that has to be some of your finest work." He laughed, and the chilling sound echoed throughout the halls. "Very soon, my dear. Very, very soon."

Randi opened confused blue eyes, disoriented with her surroundings. What the hell? She looked up into worried green eyes that peered down at her with hawk-like intensity.

"Are you all right?"

The Marine tried to sit up, realizing she was lying cradled in Gwen’s lap, but she found herself held firmly in place by the gentlest touch. "What happened?"

"The cream the doctor gave you apparently had some sort of narcotic in it that knocked you out like a light."

A dark brow rose, and the bard rushed to explain. "Do you remember leaving here to walk over to the medifac?"

"Yeeessss," came the drawled answer. Her brow furrowed. "It’s the last thing I remember clearly before waking up."

Gwen took a deep breath. The whole tale was just... bizarre. "When you got there, the doctor got you some of this cream," holding up a tiny jar. "Apparently you put it on, and shortly thereafter, it knocked you out. We were just lucky you had gotten back here when it happened." Gwen didn’t tell her about how she’d stumbled into the park and collapsed. The bard had been frightened out of a year of her life when that had happened. The doctors that were already there called the attending physician. It was an unusual reaction, but not unheard of. She suggested they settle the warrior somewhere, until the sleep wore off. Still shaking, Gwen directed them to a large shade tree. She sat leaning against it, and directed them to put the Sabre across her lap. And she spent the next hour stroking the dark hair, trying to calm her racing heart.

"I guess so." Randi sat up slowly. "At least my face doesn’t hurt any more."

"How do you feel otherwise?"

The Marine scrubbed a hand over her face. "Not bad. A little tired."

"C’mon, Stud. Let’s get you something to eat. That might help."

The sun was setting when folks started leaving. Geoff was exhausted, but happy and refreshed at the same time. When only the eight of them were left, he turned to Ella and extended his hands. She took them in her own with a questioning look.

"Thank you, my dear. I can’t tell you what this day has meant to me."

She squeezed his hands lightly, and smiled at him. "It was our pleasure, Geoff. I hope it helps."

"More than you know, young lady. Much more than you know."

Randi and Gwen were curled up together much later that night. The bard was tenderly touching the scar that ran down the Sabre’s jaw line. She looked and sat up frowning, as something occurred to her.

"Gwen?"

"Randi, how does your face feel? Any residual pain?"

"No, it’s fine. Why?" The Marine leaned up on her elbows. "Love?"

"I don’t know, Randi. Something’s not right here." She paused, gazing unseeingly out the window while she formulated her thoughts. The Sabre waited patiently, giving the blonde time to organize her ideas. When Gwen’s gaze returned to her, the green eyes were dark with worry. "I didn’t realize it at the time, but today when it was bothering you, it was fiery red. It didn’t dawn on me then I guess because I rarely see it at all anymore. I was focused on the pain you were in rather than its cause."

Now it was Randi’s turn to frown. "How does it look now?"

Gwen took the warrior’s face in her hands and gently tilted her head. "Almost normal." She probed lightly. "And the temperature is almost normal as well. It was cold, earlier. Maybe we should go talk to the doctor tomorrow before we leave."

"I’d rather not. I have the cream if I need it. And we already know there is nothing they can do for my face. Otherwise, it would already have been done."

Gwen looked at Randi for a long, hard minute. "All right," she finally agreed, pushing the warrior back and resuming her place on the broad shoulder. "But if it happens again we go together to have it seen about, okay?"

The Marine’s answer was initially silent, wrapping Gwen in a fierce hug. "I love you," she finally whispered. "Thank you for caring."

"It is my joy and my privilege to do so. And we’re still gonna go to the doctor together if it happens again." Randi chuckled silently at the bard’s persistence.

"Yes, mom."

"Grr," Gwen growled, eyes darkening again. "Not even close," she muttered. Then left the warrior with neither chance nor breath to reply. "Do you know how hard it is...?" she said on an uneven breath as she pulled back from the kiss. Randi stroked the bard’s smooth cheek as she concentrated on calming her own racing heartbeat.

"We don’t have to wait. I just thought...."

"Oh no, Stud. I intend to enjoy every moment of this courtship. We’ve got time. I just love you so much, it’s hard sometimes."

"It’ll be worth the wait, Little One. I promise. I love you."

"It most certainly will," thinking ahead to her own tentative Blessing Day plans. Hoping she could survive another two months. "I love you, too."

Blue eyes widened at the sultry tone and darkened eyes, but the blonde merely replaced her head on the warrior’s shoulder, and began her tracing. "Happy dreams, Randi."

"You are those dreams, love."

Gwen felt the bubble of joy well up, until she felt like she would burst. Her only response though, was a fierce hug. Randi’s words had robbed her of speech. She kissed the soft skin under her lips, and fell asleep with a smile on her face.

Sunday morning found them at the medifac waiting for Geoff to awaken. The previous day’s activities had exhausted the weapons smith, and the staff was glad to see him sleeping peacefully without pain for the first time in the weeks he’d been with them.

Jill met Gwen and Randi in the sunroom with coffee. The three had hardly sat down to chat when Dr. Litzer poked his head into the room. The women welcomed him, and they made small talk for several minutes before an orderly came to let them know Geoff was awake and ready for visitors. They stood as one and moved toward the door. Before she’d taken two steps, however, Gwen felt the doctor place a restraining hand on her arm.

"Gwen? You got a minute?"

She looked at the man, then turned her attention to the warrior. Randi waited patiently, knowing the bard needed her support, but understanding the medic wanted to speak privately to her lover. Gwen found the strength and reassurance she was looking for, and she leaned forward to peck the Sabre on the lips.

"Go on. I’ll be there in a minute."

The Marine held her gaze for another long moment, then nodded. Without a word, she turned and followed Jill down the short hall.

"I see you followed your heart, Gwen. I am very happy for you both."

"Thank you, doctor. I did what you said... I put myself in her place. I would have done the same." She paused, and looked down at her hands. "It makes a difference, especially knowing... trying to understand how she’s had to live with that sort of burden for all of her adult life."

The doctor smiled, remembering the difference Gwen had made for Randi through the years, even before they had admitted their love for one another. "Someday, Gwen. Hopefully someday you will understand the difference you made for her."

Dr. Litzer squeezed her hands, and departed before the bard could formulate any one of the questions floating around in her mind. She shook her head, then moved down the hallway toward her father’s room.

"That is peculiar," she heard Randi comment as she walked in the door.

"What is, love?" She wrapped her arms around the Marine’s waist, putting the strong heartbeat under her ear. She smiled when the muscular arms cocooned her gently.

"Jerry never showed up yesterday," Jill answered. "I spoke to him Friday, and he assured me that though he’d be late, he would be there."

"Maybe he was just uncomfortable. You know he’s only been here twice," said Jill.

"I know. But it’s...." Geoff started.

"Yeah," Randi agree. "It is. Especially since he swore to me that he would be here." She turned to Geoff. "You think maybe something came up."

The weapons smith looked thoughtful. "It’s possible. I’m sure we’ll hear from him sometime later this week. Meanwhile, let’s get out and get a little fresh air and sunshine together before ya’ll leave. Jill tells me its nice out right now."

The three women looked at him in some surprise. This was the first enthusiasm they’d seen from him. They smile at him and each other, and readied him for the trip outdoors.

The next week passed pleasantly for the couple. Every morning, Gwen found a different flower on her desk. They took long walks in the evening, and talked about everything and nothing again. The bard really did feel like she was being courted once more, and she reveled in the knowledge. She appreciated it immensely, knowing that Randi was making a concerted effort for her. It was wonderful.

When Saturday came, the warrior said to Gwen, "Pack an overnight bag. It’s time you learned about being a card carrying Amazon." Verdant eyes widened in delight, and the blonde scurried away to get packed. They missed the frantic vid call from Geoff by a mere thirty minutes.

It was early when they started out, and it wasn’t even mid-morning when they stopped at a graceful old Victorian house. Randi hadn’t even shut off the bike when the proprietress stepped out onto the porch and froze at the sight that sat in front of her. Then she clapped her hands and squealed, rushing down the steps and throwing her arms around the Marine’s neck.

"Oh, Sweet Artemis! It’s true! You’re really alive again!" She turned to Gwen. "How wonderful to see you again, child. And so nice to see you so happy. Such a difference from our first and last meeting."

"Hello, Kate. Allow me to introduce you to my fiancée, Gwen Goldman. Gwen, this is Kate Thimble. Kate is an Amazon staff maker. She crafted yours."

"Fiancée?"

"Amazon? Staff maker?"

Both women spoke at once looking at each other, then turned to Randi simultaneously. She smiled. "Can we get a cup of tea? We have some catching up to do."

Kate jumped into motion then. "Of course! Where are my manners? Archie’s gone to Mama’s. Ya’ll come on in."

She led the way into the house, ushering them into the quaint living room. She proceeded through the hall to the kitchen. Minutes later she started back out to the living room, only to be stopped by the two bodies standing in the doorway.

"Thought we’d save you some work. Besides, we always took tea here before."

"I was hoping you would. Have a seat."

"Are you a card carrying Amazon, too?" Gwen asked Kate while the tea was steeping. The other woman blinked dark eyes before turning to Randi. The dark woman shook her head slightly, and Kate just smiled.

"I am indeed," she answered the bard. "I was born and raised an Amazon, and learned my crafting skills when I was still very young. When Archie and I fell in love, I left the community to join him here, but I still participate in all the ceremonies and rituals."

"She loves a good party," to Gwen. Then Randi turned to Kate. "Aren’t you going?"

"Yes, but I am only going for the celebration tomorrow. I can’t compete anymore. You know that."

The Marine looked back at Gwen who was listening to the conversation with absorbed interest. "Kate was the longbow champion four years running, til a broken hip threw her balance off." Her attention moved back to the Amazon. "You should still go *watch* the contests. They still rely on your support, you know."

"I know. It’s just so hard, sometimes."

"So what is a card carrying Amazon, anyway?" The bard’s question broke the pall of silence that had settled over the group.

"Hmm, well basically, it is indicative of membership status in the Amazon nation. I was born an Amazon, and received mine after my ritual right of passage. It is a sigil of adulthood. Those not born to the Nation can earn it or have it bestowed for different reasons... valor, merit, achievement. It depends."

Green eyes focused on blue. "You’ll share this with me one day?"

"Yes." That was all the warrior said, but it was enough. Gwen accepted that as her answer and moved on.

"I have to tell you," the blonde commented to the staff maker. "I absolutely love the staff you made for me. It is an amazing piece of craftsmanship."

"Well, Randi chose your symbols, dear. I just carved them out."

"But you made that staff itself, right? Because it is so well-balanced... I spar with Randi with it."

Dark eyes swung to the Marine’s face. "Ya’ll spar?" A nod. "Can she hold her own?" Another nod. Gwen had become quite proficient, and Randi was proud of the hard work she’d done. The added muscle she’d put on during her walkabout was only enhanced by their morning workouts. "You should enter her in the competition."

"Kate, if she wants to compete, I will. But I’m not gonna force her into something she doesn’t want, either."

"Excuse me...." biting. "Could the two of you not talk like I’m not sitting right here, please? It’s rude." Two heads dropped with muttered apologies. "Now. Would one of you like to clue me in?"

"This weekend, the nearby tribe is having an athletic fair. There are competitions in all sorts of events... running, archery, wrestling, gymnastics, marksmanship, swordplay and staff. If you can hold your own against Randi, you should consider competing." She forestalled the blonde’s question by holding up a hand. "You can compete as a guest of the Nation. You’re a woman, so you qualify." She paused. "Just something to think about."

"Well, she’ll have to think on the road. We need to get moving. We’ll see you tomorrow?"

"Maybe tonight."

The Marine nodded, accepting the answer for the promise it was. "Good. Thanks for the tea."

They arrived in the little town Gwen had stopped in her second night out of her walkabout in the early afternoon. She sat stock-still on the bike, taking in the changes to the village. The sporting events had already begun, drawing a huge crowd, and producing a lot of noise. Streamers flew from rooftops and light poles, and vendors lined the main street. Randi got off the bike, removing her helmet and stowing it in. She watched the bard with twinkling eyes. It wasn’t til she lifted Gwen’s helmet that the wide green eyes tracked to her own. A brilliant smile lit the bard’s features. The Marine extended her hand. "C’mon. Let’s go play."

Hand in hand they walked down the street, headed for what was today, the arena area. It was a large field to one side of the town with tiered seating all around. Many of the seats were filled with cheering, happy women. A number of things were going on at once, and the two walked around taking in bits of the different events. They came to the area where the staff competition was going to be held and slowed. Randi watched Gwen as the bard watched the contestants warming up.

The Marine didn’t say a word, waiting for Gwen to turn and look at her. She did, finally, eyes shining. "Can I really compete here?" The dark head nodded once. "Then I’d like to try. I can do this... I was trained by the best." Randi grinned, feeling satisfaction in the bard’s self-confidence. Then she led her over to the registration table, and started the process of getting her listed as a competing guest. "You’re not participating?" the blonde asked when her companion didn’t add her name to the roll.

"Um, no." Her voice dropped to a level where only Gwen could hear her. "Given my occupation, it really isn’t fair to the other competitors."

"You think you’re that good, huh?" asked with a twinkle shining out of very green eyes.

"No, love," complete with a cocky grin. "I KNOW I am."

"Hmph. Well, I think I can take you." Gwen had to wonder where the words were coming from. She knew good and well she couldn’t beat the warrior. She’d never even come close in their sparring sessions when Randi went at close to full speed and strength against her. She had improved a lot, but still.... Still, the truth was she wanted Randi to get involved and play and enjoy herself.

Twin brows rose into a dark hairline. Her competitive nature was screaming to come out and play, and the Marine was hard pressed to keep it under control. "Excuse me? Would you like to try?" She smiled evilly, teasing the bard. "C’mon... right here... right now. I’ll even give you the first shot."

"Oh no," came the smaller woman’s firm answer. "You wanna play, you gotta pay." She pointed to the roster. "You can earn the chance to kick my butt into the ground."

Randi looked at Gwen for a long moment before she let her competitive spirit out to play. She put her name on the list, much to the surprise of the elder sitting there. "One thing, bard," she said with a grin. "You’d better be around for me to beat."

"You keep dreaming, Stud. I’ll be waiting for you."

The preliminary heats were easy, and Gwen found she could more than hold her own. For the most part, the other competitors were pleasant, even though they found themselves losing to an ‘outsider’. One or two were obnoxious until they found themselves looking into a pair of stormy blue eyes. They were quick to mumble apologies and move on.

As the event progressed, the bouts became more serious. The women had learned to admire Gwen’s skill and training, and approached her with a bit more respect. She was determined to meet Randi in a match now, though, and was focused on winning. Apparently, Randi had the same idea, because she approached each round with single-minded determination, eliminating each of her opponents with seemingly little effort.

It was in the semi-final round of their respective categories when things turned nasty. Randi groaned mentally upon learning who her opponent was going to be. It had just moved from harmless fun to personal vendetta.

Corky DeValle was the antithesis of what her name implied. She wasn’t petite, personable or polite. She was instead an obnoxious individual with a chip on her shoulder and an ego bigger than she was. She snarled when she stepped into the arena, anxious to settle an old score.

Gwen’s bout was over, and she moved to Randi’s side. The warrior stiffened then relaxed, recognizing her lover’s soft touch at her back. "You all right?" the bard murmured.

"Yeah. Just some old history here. She has issues with me."

Green eyes caught blue with intent. "Then you’d better kick her ass. Or I’ll give her issues."

Randi couldn’t help the grin that blossomed on her face at the bard’s fierce defense. She placed a finger on Gwen’s nose, and tapped it twice. "Oh you will, huh?"

"You bet your sweet bippy I will."

"I love you. Let me go take care of this, and then we can go have some fun."

"I’ve been having fun. Besides, I still have to beat you."

The Marine laughed. "Uh huh." She leaned down for a kiss, melting into Gwen’s arms, and taking her time exploring. The blonde’s eyes widened at the behavior, then closed as she reacted to the sensations the touch was causing in her body. The world faded away for a timeless moment until they separated. They pulled back, gazing into one another’s eyes, and Gwen whispered, "Wow." She cleared her throat, trying to remove the husky note in her voice. "Good luck."

"I don’t need luck, love. I’ve got you." Green eyes widened at the casual declaration, and words deserted her. So she watched in silence as the warrior entered the ring.

Randi tensed again when she entered the arena. Corky’s bone with her was old and well gnawed, and the woman actually growled at her. The Sabre smirked. Some people just never learned. She stood patiently, waiting for the woman to attack. She did, and Randi easily deflected the strike. This went on for several minutes with the warrior remaining on the defensive, and making no move to engage Corky in any real fight.

Smack went the staves together. "Whassa matter, Valiant?" the larger woman taunted. Smack, thwack. "Don’t have what it takes anymore, huh??" Smack. Thwack, smack, crack. "I knew you were nothing but a fraud. You thought you were so hot, coming in here and showing off. Disrupting our traditions and way of life." The staves crossed, and Randi stood in place impassively holding the woman at bay. Corky was getting frustrated and angry, and that made her more careless. It also made very stupid things come out of her mouth.

"Ya know, Valiant... I like that little piece you got out there. She’s cute. I think once I wipe the floor with your ass, I’ll take her ba...."

Corky saw the change take place in the visage before her, and began backing away instinctively. Randi felt the scar begin to burn, and let the rage flare. Now she went on the offensive, taking vicious swipes at the Amazon, and knocking her staff from her hands. A crack to her ribs, and a sweep of her feet, and Corky found herself flat on her back with a furious Marine kneeling on her chest. Her airflow was cut off when Randi’s staff pinned her at the throat, and she looked up into the eyes of death itself.

"Now, you listen good, you piece of shit. You even think about disrespecting her again, and there won’t even be a grease spot left of you. I ever hear anything like that come out of your mouth again, and I will make you pray for death. Do we have an understanding?"

By now, Corky’s face was turning a conspicuous shade of blue, and she merely nodded, hoping for a respite. At that same moment, Randi felt a gentle touch on her back, and the rage abated. Gwen had seen the change come over Randi, and had struggled to get to her. The officials wouldn’t let her in the ring until a winner was declared, but when she’d seen the woman’s face turning blue, she’d escaped their clutches and ventured in. Corky lay on the mat, coughing a bit and rubbing her throat. Randi stood without a backward glance, and moved into the bard’s arms.

"You all right, love?" Gwen gently combed her fingers through the dark locks. She put a cool hand on the red scar almost unconsciously, smiling a little when the warrior leaned into the touch. They became lost in their own world, never even realizing when they were left alone in the ring.

"Yeah. She just pushed the wrong buttons with me. Old history... long story."

"You’ll share this with me one day?"

"Yeah, one day, but not today. Let me get some water. I think our bout is next."

Concerned green eyes looked up into still-darkened blue. "No, it isn’t. I’ve had enough. I forfeit to you."

"But you can’t do that!"

"Yes, I can."

Profound hurt peeked out of very blue eyes. "You afraid of me?"

"No, love. Never. But I am afraid *for* you. I won’t see you hurt yourself, and that could very easily happen right now." She moved her hand to cup a planed cheek. "It is my privilege to take the best care of you I can. So, c’mon," reaching out her other hand and clasping Randi’s firmly. "Let’s go play. There is shopping to do!" A chagrined expression crossed the Marine’s face.

"Hey!" a voice called out to them as they were leaving the ring. "You can’t go yet. We don’t have a winner."

"We’re done here," came the bard’s firm answer. "Find someone else who wants it." Hand in hand they walked out of the arena, leaving a bewildered crowd staring after them.

The remainder of the day they spent walking around, watching the different events, and doing some shopping. Several of the merchants were left with heads reeling by the time the bard finished bargaining with them. The fury had dissolved, and all she felt now was drained, with a residual anger coursing through her veins if she let herself think about what had happened too very long. So the Sabre concentrated on her lover’s joy. Randi couldn’t help but smile at the happiness and contentment on Gwen’s face. Except for Corky, it had been a nice day.

The games wound down as dusk settled in to darkness, and the women drifted away back to their residences. "Where’s everybody going?" Gwen asked the Marine as they headed to the small bed and breakfast the bard had stayed at during her previous visit. They entered, the proprietress greeting Randi like an old friend, and nodding politely to Gwen.

They took the stairs together, and entered a small, comfortable room. Gwen looked around approvingly. Randi set down their backpacks and watched the blonde absorb the atmosphere. The Sabre sat on the bed, and pulled off her shoes, curling her toes into the carpet in relief. Green eyes came back to hers, and she arched an eyebrow in question.

"What’s next? I know something is coming... the atmosphere fairly tingles with expectation."

"The party starts at moonrise. So we have an hour or two to simply relax and rest." She lay back and groaned. "God, this feels good."

Gwen came over and sat next to the prone body, riffling her fingers through the unruly dark hair. "You okay, Stud? I was a little worried about you."

"I’m fine. Better than fine, actually, with you here." She pulled the bard back into a reclining position, half sprawled on top of the Marine’s own body. "You make my life worth living."

Robbed of words, Gwen said nothing, but let the love shine out of her eyes as she leaned down and captured the warrior’s soft lips. They lost themselves for a bit, touching and tasting. Then the blonde pulled back slightly and breathed, "As you do mine." Then focused on the kissing again as strong hands came up to gently cradle her face.

"I love you, my bard."

"I love you too, warrior. Always."

The necking session quickly turned into cuddling time, and both women, exhausted by the day’s activities, fell into a light doze. The moon was just beginning to rise when Randi opened her eyes again. Whoops... didn’t mean for that to happen. But looking down at the relaxed, peaceful face on her chest, she didn’t begrudge a moment of the time they’d slept. Gently, she began to nudge Gwen toward wakefulness.

She combed long fingers through short blonde locks. "C’mon, love." Scratching her back. "We need to get up and get ready for the party."

"Don’t wanna," came the mumbled answer. "Wanna stay here with you."

The Marine’s chest moved with silent chuckles. "How ‘bout we go out together?"

"Nope. Wanna stay here and snuggle with you alone. Don’t wanna share."

Blue eyes looked down at the blonde head and closed eyes. Obviously the day had upset her bard more than Gwen had let on. "You’re serious."

Green eyes opened and peered up at the warrior. "Yeah, I am."

Randi thought solemnly about this for a moment. "I’ll make a deal with you. We go and share one dance, then we grab some food and come back up here and snuggle up together. Sound like a plan?"

It occurred to Gwen then that Randi had mentioned dancing. "This has something to do with that card carrying thing again, doesn’t it?"

"Yes, and the fact that I’d really like to dance with you again."

The bard considered all the angles, trying to find a downside to dancing with her partner, even to Artemis under a full moon. Especially with a promise of more snuggle time. She couldn’t find one. "All right," she said rising slowly from the bed. "A dance of thanks on the fall equinox, then some snuggling time." She looked down at the still reclining warrior. "I’m gonna get cleaned up. You wanna join me?"

Randi flushed to the roots of her dark head. "Uh, no. The last time we tried that, I almost broke my promise." She looked down, faintly embarrassed, then back up again to meet the bard’s eyes squarely. "When we make love again, I want it to be special. Something we can take our time with."

Gwen stepped close to the bed, and tilted the warrior’s face to brush her lips lightly with a kiss. "When we make love again, it *will* be special, but all our time together is special to me. I am enjoying this courtship, and when we’re both ready, we will move forward, ‘kay?" The dark head nodded. "I love you Randi. And what you make me feel... and the fact that you love me enough to take the time and effort to court me...." She leaned in again, and caught the Sabre’s lips in a fiery kiss, not pulling away until they were both breathless.

"Whoo... think I’d better make it a cold shower." She walked into the bathroom, turning to look at the still-seated Marine before she shut the door. "I’ll be out in ten."

It was closer to an hour later before they walked out of the room, and made their way out toward the field that had been converted again to hold the party. Several large campfires were spaced around the perimeter, and tables of food were placed between them. There was a large area set aside for sitting, and another cleared space for dancing. Sounds were muted at this distance, and as the two women walked toward the gathering, Gwen looked up.

"It’s nice out tonight, huh?"

"Um hmm."

"It’s so clear. Reminds me of the nights I spent out under the stars on my walkabout. I’d look up at them, and think of you, and just talk to you about stuff." She paused and swallowed hard. "Do you think we could maybe do that together sometime? Just go out somewhere and sleep under the stars?"

The Marine couldn’t keep the grin off her face. "You leave things to me, Little One." And then they were welcomed by Kate into a group of nearby women.

"I hear you two caused quite a stir this afternoon. Leave it to Randi to rock the boat."

"But...."

"No, Gwen, it’s all right," Randi broke in, then turned to Kate. "Anne knew better than to put Corky in that ring."

"Yeah, well maybe Corky learned something this time. However," before it could get serious or ugly, "this is a party, and I’m starving. I’m gonna get something to eat." Several of the women excused themselves and went with her. Gwen just looked around with bright eyes, taking in all the details.

"There seem to be so many more women here than I remember from before."

"There are. Many women come from the surrounding communities to participate in the festivals. There are a lot like Kate, who marry men, and live outside the tribe confines. There are some who, like us, simply have lives too far away to live here actively. But every one here is either an Amazon, or an Amazon guest."

"This is amazing. Wonder why I’ve never heard of them before now."

Randi just smiled enigmatically, and took the bard’s hand as the music started. "C’mon... you owe me a dance, and I owe you some snuggle time."

The beat was kinda fast, and they wound in and out of the other dancers with grace. The music paused, and the Sabre went to lead Gwen from the dance space. Then the music returned with a slow erotic beat, and the bard just held on and pulled Randi to her. "I want a slow dance," Gwen whispered. "Please." The warrior nodded, closed her eyes, and wrapped the bard in her strong arms.

Nothing existed in this time and space except for the beat, the movement and each other. They were not aware of the many eyes focused on them, only the almost visible bond that could be seen between them. And when the music ended again, the two came back to the present to cheers and whistles. They blushed faintly, and moved off the floor toward one of the laden tables. Kate walked over to them.

"Enjoy it, my friend. It is wonderful to see you so happy. What you have together is a beautiful thing."

Randi looked down at her flushed lover, and smiled into eyes that twinkled merrily back at her. "Yeah, it is," eyes never leaving the bard’s. "And if you’ll excuse us...."

"Oh, yes. Certainly. By all means." The staff maker realized she was babbling, and simply stopped talking. Gwen and Randi finished filling their plates, and edged out of the fire-lit plain. They slipped out into the quiet darkness of the town and the privacy their room afforded them.

Sunday morning was beautiful and cool. The awards ceremony was fun, with the staff championship being conspicuously left out. But all in all, it was a very pleasant experience. After a celebratory luncheon, many of the women went their separate ways, headed for home. It wasn’t long before the town became the sleepy little hamlet it was most days of the year.

"This was a lot of fun. Maybe we can do this again," Gwen said with enthusiasm. "Even with that other woman’s issues, I still had a great time." Randi eyed the many sundry boxes that she was going to have to have delivered for lack of room on the bike.

"We’d have to have a bigger house first. Oof!" mock flinching when the blonde slapped her in the stomach.

"There’s not that much here. Besides, most of it is not for us."

"Well, that’s a relief. It’s not gonna get home until tomorrow, anyway." The Sabre picked up her helmet. "Speaking of which... you ready to go?"

"Yep." Gwen pulled the warrior to her, giving her a light peck. "Thank you."

Randi just smiled. They waved their goodbyes to folks as they rode out of town, headed back to the beach house. The day was nice, and they took their time. Randi even circled around the long way, so they could stop and pick up barbeque for supper that night. They stopped and chatted with Rosie for a bit, and she watched their interaction carefully. The shamaness smiled grimly. Gwen was the key... of that she was now sure. Their bond was a visible connection to her, and it was of a strength she had never seen before. The question was... what would they have to endure before they emerged on the other side of the challenge that had been set before them? The old woman shook her head as they rode off together.

It was twilight as they crossed the bridge that lead them home, and they stopped just to enjoy the serenity of the moment. The warrior smiled when she felt Gwen’s hands tighten around her waist. "I love you," the bard murmured. Randi squeezed the small hands in response.

"I love you too." Then they finished the short trip to the house.

No sooner had Randi shut the bike off and stood up, than Tommy’s voice came through the comm link. He sounded frantic.

"Randi! Thank God you’re home! Where’ve you been? Are you okay? What is going on?

"Tommy...."

"Did you hear? Is Gwen with you? Have you talked to Geoff?"

"TOMMY!!"

She heard his jaw snap shut audibly, and had to bite back a smile. "Are Geoff and Jill all right?" His distress warranted the question, and she felt Gwen’s relief when he answered positively. "Good. Now, you can either come over for a conversation in person, or you can give me ten minutes to get in the house to the vid phone. Your choice. But I am not going to stand in the garage and talk to you about whatever has gotten you so upset."

"I’ll be over in ten minutes."

The bard’s face scrunched up in concern as Randi cut the connection. "Wonder what happened?"

"Guess we’ll find out in a few minutes. You wanna take stuff in while I clean up the bike? I’ll be there in a few minutes. Leave the bag," when Gwen went to grab too much. "If you will take the food in, I’ll bring the rest."

"I’ll come back and help. No reason you should have to do it all either."

The warrior reached out a hand to gently stroke Gwen’s cheek, then leaned down for a kiss. "Thanks," she said simply when she pulled away. The blonde smiled, and walked to the house.

They were just settling in when Tommy came flying in the door, without so much as a knock or a by your leave. Gwen wordlessly handed him a glass of water, and he gulped it down as he tried to catch his breath. Finally, he was able to speak.

"Have you talked to Geoff?"

"T, we just this moment walked in the door. You know that. Now," glaring at him, "what is wrong?"

"Um, okay." He sighed, trying to marshal his facts together. "You remember last weekend that your friend Jerry never made it to the little get together we had for Geoff?" He waited for her agreement. "Well, he didn’t show up for work Monday either." He swallowed. "And they didn’t find what was left of him until Wednesday."

The Sabre sat up straight on the couch, and pinned him with a baleful stare. "What exactly are you telling me, T? Just spit it out."

"Apparently, from what they have been able to piece together so far, he left his office Saturday afternoon, headed to the park. He passed through some rough territory, and from the looks of things, was executed gangland style. Like I said... there wasn’t much left."

"So why are we just now hearing about this? And what took them so long to find him? And are there any suspects?" Gwen leaned in closer as the Marine shot off her rapid-fire questions, lending her unspoken support. Randi smiled and pressed back into the comforting hand stroking her back.

"Well, you’ll have to ask Geoff about the first two. As for the third, um, no. Not that I’ve heard of. I think it is being put down to a case of wrong place wrong time. But you’ll have to get the details from Geoff. I just got the bare facts."

"Okay," rising from her seat. "Let me call him, and see if we can get the whole story." She moved over to her comm. unit, and began the security overrides to get in touch with Geoff. Gwen stood and walked over to Tommy.

"Thanks, T," seeing Randi’s gaze go introspective as she tried to figure out this new puzzle. "How are things otherwise?"

"It’s been great. It was a very quiet weekend, until your dad called this morning. He was getting panicky, I think. He’s been trying to reach ya’ll since Friday." He turned and smiled at her. "Speaking of which, how was your weekend? I knew ya’ll were gone, but she wouldn’t tell me where."

"It was a lot of fun. Met some new people, did some shopping. Had a great time, in fact."

"Geoff, calm down," Randi’s voice cut into their conversation. "Now, take a deep breath and start over." Gwen swallowed a gasp, seeing the stress that seemed to have aged her father years in just a few days.

"Okay... Monday morning he didn’t show up for work, and his second got concerned. You know the man was notoriously punctual. Bureaucracy being what it is, it took until mid-afternoon before he could start a search. The house was clean. No signs of forced entry, or any indication that Jerry had been there recently. So they started a street to street hunt."

She interrupted him. "The Sabres did the legwork?"

"Yes, no one else is involved at this point. And given where they found him, the logical consensus is he was on his way to meet us Saturday when this happened."

"So we’re just now hearing about this because...."

"Last in the loop? I dunno, unless it’s because they think we just don’t know anything. So many people were in and out that weekend. I think they are all being contacted, but I can’t say for sure. They were looking for information that I doubt they’ll find. Especially since it looks like a random, gangland execution."

"So no suspects, then?"

"As of this morning, no. I spent the weekend trying to remember who all was with us at the park. There were a lot of Sabres, and it’s possible they saw something unusual, or maybe their contacts heard something. But it’s going to take a while to sort it all out."

"Okay, Geoff. Keep me posted. I’ll let you know if I hear anything on my end, though...." She trailed off. "Let me see what I can find out, all right?"

"Thanks, Randi. I’ll be honest... this has me a little spooked."

"You focus on getting better. We’ll see what we can see."

"Yeah, daddy. You heard what she said. Focus on getting better, okay? You’ll be walking me down the aisle before you know it."

"I love you, baby girl."

"I love you, too, daddy. We’ll see ya’ll again soon."

He exchanged a look with Randi even as he nodded his agreement to Gwen. "Bye, girls."

"I need to get back to the house." Tommy spoke up as the Marine closed the connection. "I’m glad ya’ll had a nice weekend. Sorry it had to end so badly."

"Thanks for coming over, T. Give Ella our love and Randall a kiss, huh?"

"Will do. See ya’ll tomorrow."

It was quiet for a few minutes while the bard and warrior stood together in a comforting embrace. "C’mon," Randi said easing back. "Let’s get something to eat, then I want to call Tiny."

As it happened, she didn’t have to call Tiny, because they had no more than sat down to eat when the vid phone chimed for their attention.

"You’ve heard, I take it," was the big man’s greeting when he saw the set look on her face. "Before you ask... we decided to keep you out of the loop for a reason. You’re not a Sabre anymore, and it’s not fair of us to continue to rely on you to take care of things for us. Besides, unless you know what happened, there’s really not much you can do right now. Everything points to a gang killing... except...."

"Yes?"

And he told her in graphic detail how the Commandant was killed, and how his body was pinned and left for the vultures. And how little the scavengers left of him. Gwen excused herself rather quickly, and Randi glared at the screen. "Next time ask before you get so visual, will ya? Damn, Tiny! Just because we’re immune to the ugliness doesn’t mean everyone is." But the pictures his words had created in her mind caused her to swallow the bile a couple times before she continued to speak. "Are they sure it was his sabre?"

"Yeah, that is what is making this complicated. Otherwise it looks like a case of wrong time, wrong place."

"Hmm...." She looked up as Gwen returned. The warrior held open her arms, smiling when the bard slid into her embrace without hesitation. Gwen cuddled up into her, and the Marine ran a comforting hand up and down the smaller woman’s back. "Well, do me a favor, and keep me posted, will ya? I’d like to know if this was random or targeted. And if it’s targeted, was it directed at the Sabre population, or at Jerry alone."

"Those are valid issues. I’ll see if we can get someone looking at those angles. I’ll let you know what we find out. Reed sends her love, as do Ditto and the puppies. When do you want her to bring them out?"

"She’s welcome anytime this week, until midday Friday. Gwen and I have a date Friday night."

Randi didn’t see the bard’s eyes rise into her hairline, but Tiny did. He swiftly hid the smile that still twinkled out of his eyes, and focused on the Marine. "All right, then. How ‘bout if she comes out tomorrow morning?"

"That’s good. I can be here if you give me a time to expect her." She loosened her arms when the bard patted them, smiling absently when Gwen touched her face briefly before moving away.

"She can be there before lunch."

"That works. "I’ll be glad to get Ditto back. And I’m looking forward to giving Carbon to the boy. Every boy needs a dog."

"Yep," remembering the talk he and Reed had had about the shepherd’s odd reaction to both bard and warrior on their last visit. "Expect them in the morning, then."

"Will do. Ya’ll have a good week."

"You too, my friend."

The Sabre sat quietly in the dark thinking for a moment before realizing that Gwen had moved into the bedroom. She got up and secured the beach house, noting the moonlit path on the sea that lent a faint glow to the room. Then she moved into the bedroom, stopping short at the sight that met her gaze.

The bard was dressed for bed, sitting up against the headboard. She was wearing her glasses, and in her lap sat her open diary. She held a pen in her hand, and was engrossed in whatever thoughts she was putting down. Randi smiled in pure happiness. It was the first time Gwen had written in her journal since just before the late unpleasantness. The soldier’s mind shied away from that experience, and she moved to the bathroom.

A very short time later she stepped out, and picked up her eBook. She wanted to give the bard the time and space she needed to write. Randi moved to go back out into the living room, when a firm hand on her wrist clamped down, and pulled her tumbling into the bed.

"You going somewhere, Stud?"

"I thought...."

"Park it, and stop thinking so much." Now vulnerable green eyes looked up. "I need you here with me."

"All ya had to do was ask." Randi set down her book, and cradled the bard’s face. She said nothing, her soul and Gwen’s communicating with a look alone. She leaned forward, brushing her lips against the smaller woman’s, moaning when Gwen’s tongue touched her lips seeking entrance. Randi felt the bard’s hands wind into her hair pulling her closer. She reached up one hand, removing the glasses and setting them aside somewhere as she felt Gwen slowly pushing her onto her back. She went with it, thrilling to the feel of the woman filling her arms.

The bard actually had the presence of mind to set her diary off her lap. Then she crawled on top of the Marine’s firm body, setting her hands free to roam. Their eyes locked as Gwen’s hands began to trace up Randi’s shirtfront, pausing to lightly tease hardened nipples. The Marine groaned at the sensations the touch caused, her eyes darkening and fluttering shut. Her body arched into the contact, and she reached down to cup Gwen’s buttocks, pulling the bard tighter into her still.

Now Gwen moaned, and leaned down to aggressively capture the Sabre’s full lips. Something in the contact made Randi blood rage, and she felt the need to simply consume the bard. Confusion swept through her, and caused her to pull back. This wasn’t simply desire or longing or lust. This was something more... much more frightening, and much more intense.

Gwen felt the change, and peered up into passion-charged eyes. "You all right?" a bit breathless, and flushed.

"Um, yeah... um...." She reached out a tentative hand toward the bard’s face. Gwen closed her eyes at the feather light touch, and leaned into it. Her smaller handed covered the larger, and they simply sat that way for a very long moment. Randi blew out a shaky breath. Gwen felt the multitude of roiling emotions that were flowing from the warrior, and looked at her in concern.

Something is going on with her. Do I call her on it? Green focused on blue, and saw the frank pleading to let it go for now. The blonde gave an almost imperceptible nod, and asked slyly, "So, we have a date on Friday, hmm?"

The Marine smiled in gratitude and relief. "Yep, we do," she answered, and waited.

Tick.

Tock.

Tick.

Tock.

Tick.

"WELL???"

"Well what?" chuckling at the almost little girl demeanor. Sometime her bard was just too cute for words.

"What are we doing? Where are we going? What should I wear?"

"Courting. Out. Clothing."

"Augh!!" pounding on the soft, firm chest beneath her. "You’re trying to make me nuts, aren’t you?

"It is something you’ll love. We’ll be up visiting your parents. And your mother should have that all taken care of by the time we get there."

Gwen groaned in frustration, and dropped her head on Randi’s shoulder. She slid off the warrior’s body, and burrowed herself into the warm body, mewling softly in the sheer sensuality of the experience. The Sabre tightened her hold, kissing the top of the blonde head.

"Lights," she called softly. Then into the darkness, "I love you, Gwenievere Goldman. You’re the very best part of me."

"I love you too, Miranda Valiant. You are my heart."

Reading and writing was forgotten as quiet settled over the room. Two sets of breathing slowed and became one. The only other sounds were those of the wind and the waves, and the soft hissing of rain.

Ella and Randall came over in the drizzle the next morning, eagerly awaiting Reed’s arrival. Gwen came around the couch and handed the Sabre a cup of coffee. "Would you like more, Ella?"

"No thank you. I can’t tell you how glad I am that the shepherds are coming home. I never thought Randall would miss Ditto like he has, but he’s asked about her everyday."

Randi got an uneasy feeling in her gut again, but let it pass. And then they heard the shuttle land, and walked out into the rain to meet them.

Ditto sat majestically in the door of the shuttle, awaiting Reed’s command to step out into the elements. When the breeder spoke, the shepherd leaped to the ground, coming to stand in front of the Marine. She gave the large hand a solitary lick, then dashed to the boy’s side, knocking him down and proceeding to give him a thorough face washing.

"O!" The child squealed, giggling and laughing at the dog’s antics. Randi smiled sadly at the picture they made together. She’d had a feeling things might fall this way, but it didn’t make it any easier to bear when the reality set in.

Reed stepped down from the shuttle, holding an umbrella in one hand and the squirming Carbon in the other. He howled on seeing the Marine, and jumped from the seer’s grasp. Only Randi’s quick reflexes kept the puppy from a mud bath.

"Looks like you’ve got yourself a new friend, love."

Indeed, the tiny puppy was avidly licking away the rain from the warrior’s face. Tears welled up in her eyes, but she blinked them away. "It sure does. Let’s see how Ella feels about this."

They smiled a bit at the picture in front of them. Randall was sitting on the ground, much to his mother’s chagrin, hugging Ditto’s neck. She looked up at Randi with a mixture of consternation and embarrassment.

"I’m sorry, Randi. We should have thought about this."

"I did, Ella. It’s to be expected, really. They grew up together while I was gone. It’s not fair for me to demand either of them to give the other up." She swallowed hard. "If you’re okay with keeping her, Gwen and I will take Carbon home, and make him ours."

The curly haired woman nodded. "I’m betting Ditto keeps an eye on ya’ll. She seems to think the island is her territory."

"Ya’ll get in out of the rain. Randall," kneeling down to the boy’s level. "You take good care of O for me, ‘k?"

"Wuv Wuv. Wuv O." He nestled his face in her neck. "Good."

"You and Ditto take mama home, and get her in out of the rain, all right?"

"Puppy!" he squealed when he spotted Carbon. The tiny pup sniffed and licked gently at the child, but made no effort to move out of Randi’s hands.

"We’ll bring the puppy over to visit soon. But O wants to go home and play with you."

"Tay. Go pway." He gave her a hug and a sloppy kiss, then slid from her lap, and took the dog by the scruff of her neck. "Go, O. Go pway."

Gwen came up behind Randi, and laid a comforting hand on the small of the Marine’s back. The tall woman pressed back into the touch, enjoying the warmth and consolation she could feel emanating from the gentle stroking. She smiled a bit when the puppy yawned and snuggled down in her arms closing his eyes firmly.

"Let’s take the little guy home and get in out of the wet. C’mon, Reed. Let us feed you a hot meal at least before you head back home."

The trio fell into step as they made their way back to the beach house.