Chapter XI

The heat of mid-summer was blistering, and Gwen was becoming quite concerned about her best friend. Randi was looking very tired and drained, and having been gone for twenty-three of the last thirty days had to make the bard wonder what kind of care the Marine was taking of herself. There seemed to be a difference in these outings, from the previous ones, though the blonde was not sure what it was. She just knew that the older woman was becoming more drawn and pensive after each outing.

So Gwen was a bit surprised to find a message on her vid machine asking her to come over when she could. Between the curiosity she felt and the concern that was nagging at her, she walked out of the penthouse five minutes after having walked in. She secretly wondered why she kept the place, since she seemed to spend as much time at the beach house as she did at her apartment. But she didn't dwell on it too long. She knew that when the lease was up, she was going to be changing addresses anyway, and that thought made funny little tingles run up and down her spine. She didn't stop to think about them, though, as she punched in the code to extend the bridge. That made tingles of a different kind skitter across her body. Wonder if I'll ever get used to this? And then she was across, and found her curiosity growing about the reason she was here.

She half expected Randi to open the door before she got out of her transport. When no one answered her ring or knock, she started to grow concerned. A quick check in the garage showed both the transport and the bike at home. The bard figured her friend was down at the boathouse, and had her suspicions confirmed when she rounded the corner and spotted the top of a dark head sitting at the very end of the pier deck.

She was taken completely off guard when out of nowhere a large, fierce looking German shepherd puppy charged at her before she had taken three steps toward the dock. The bard stood frozen, afraid to move while the dog was snarling at her, fangs bared and nape hair standing up. Fortunately, Randi had heard the puppy move, and was not far behind her.

"Ditto!! Sit!" The shepherd backed away from Gwen a pace, and continued growling. The Marine stood directly in front of the dog now, putting herself completely in the pup's line of sight, and blocking the blonde. "Ditto," using a hand command this time in conjunction with her voice, "sit." The dog immediately obeyed, sitting back majestically on her haunches, and waiting for the ear rub and cookie she knew would come with compliance. "Good girl. Now, stay," moving slowly out from in front of Gwen. Or, at least, that had been her intention. She hadn't realized the dog had scared her friend so badly that the bard wasn't going to let Randi move away from her.

The small hands on her hips made her mind go blank for a long moment, until she understood it was pure terror on the bard's part that put them there. Slowly, she grasped the hands, and turned to face the younger woman. "Do you trust me?"

"You know I do, soldier." Her voice wavered just a little bit.

"Okay, then," looking deep into green pools. "I'm gonna turn around and bring you in front of me. Then I'll introduce you. She won't hurt you."

"Could've fooled me," with a nervous little chuckle.

"I know. I'm sorry. Let's get you introduced, and I'll tell you the story." The bard nodded her agreement. The dog, she noticed, hadn't moved a muscle. Randi turned, and drew Gwen around into the circle of her arms, still holding trembling hands. Except for a low, throaty growl, the shepherd didn't even twitch. "Ditto, this is Gwen. She's a friend." She moved one of the small hands, still encased in her own, down to their sides. The dog looked to the Marine for permission, and at her nod, moved closer to inspect the bard's scent. She apparently liked what she found, for before either woman could prepare for it, the puppy jumped up onto Gwen's chest and started to clean her face. The blonde woman burst into nervous laughter, while Randi called out, "Ditto! Get down, girl." The Marine pulled the dog down by the collar. "Sorry about that," she muttered. "We're still working on the not-jumping-on-people thing."

"It's quite all right. I think I'd rather have her jump on me in greeting than snarling at me for whatever reason. Where did she come from? How long have you been training her? What else does she know?" Questions came rapid fire, now that her equilibrium was returning.

"C'mon. Pilot and Peanut were out playing when you got here. They may still be there. Let's go sit and have a drink, and I'll tell you all about it."

Randi grabbed a couple sodas from the fridge in the boathouse as the passed through. They sat on the end of the dock's deck, shoulder to shoulder to give the shepherd a place to jump in and out of the water from. The Marine had been throwing a stick out for the puppy to fetch while the dolphins chattered their encouragement for a while, but had taken a break not long before the bard had arrived. Now the activity resumed, though Pilot and Peanut were farther out.

"Do you remember Tiny?"

"Um, the man who designed the boathouse and dock for you?" A nod from Randi. "Yeah, why?"

"His live-in lover, Reed, breeds and raises German shepherd dogs. When I saw him a few months back he mentioned a new litter, and I said I'd like one. He mentioned it to Reed, and she started training Ditto for me."

Gwen took a deep breath and took the plunge. "Is that why you've been gone so much?" She didn't look at her friend, not wanting to see the anger for her prying blazing from those clear blue eyes.

"Mostly. I've had some business that took me out that way quite a bit, and I used the extra time to help train Ditto here and get her used to me. We decided this last time she was ready to come home with me, and I wanted you to be the first to meet her. I didn't know she was going to be quite so, um" scratching the back of her neck, "ferocious."

"You're not mad at me for asking?" Green eyes peeked from downcast lashes.

"No. I know it's hard for you, sometimes, but no. This time, I'm glad you asked. It's nice to be able to share things with you when I can." A startling admission, she knew.

"Well, thank you for sharing. I like it, too."

The two women sat in silence for a long time after that, lost in their own thoughts. Gwen, pleased that Randi had opened up to her, even the tiniest bit. And Randi reviewing the last month.

Actually, her visits to Reed and Tiny had been part of her effort to

confirm the truth of the things she had been learning from the feelers

she had dispatched many months previous. And the truth was far worse

than she had feared. There *was* a leak in the Sabre unit, and all

indications pointed to it being someone very high up the chain of

command. They and their canine companions had helped provide a perfect

cover for her while she followed up the leads she had.

It was just coming on sunset when they stirred from their reveries. Ditto had since come out of the water, and lay on the deck, drying in the waning sunlight. "So," the bard commented, "you never said. What is she trained to do?"

"Hmm? Oh, you know, the usual. Sit, roll over, lay down, protect, attack."

"Uh huh."

"What? Those are things Reed teaches to all her dogs. Useful, too. Watch." Randi got to her feet, and Ditto automatically rose to her haunches. The Marine didn't say a word, but looked the dog in the eye, indicated the bard, then gave a hand signal. The shepherd didn't moved, even when Randi walked away. But the canine was in front of the bard in a flash teeth bared in a snarl when the brunette made a threatening move toward the blonde. Gwen was astounded. She never thought to see the dog turn on her mistress. Randi gave another signal, and the puppy relaxed her stance, reveling in the ear rub and cookie her obedience brought. The bard continued to stand, amazed at the sudden turn of events.

"Uh, what just happened here, exactly?"

"I told Ditto to protect you. She did."

"But she threatened you."

"Because I threatened you."

"Oh. And why is she so calm now?"

"I released her from the command."

"Okay," rubbing her eyes, "I think I'm confused."

The Marine put a conciliatory arm around the bard and led her down the dock toward the beach house. "C'mon. Let's go fix some dinner, and I'll see if I can explain it to you."

"So you're saying she'll protect who or whatever she's told to, and won't back off, even for you, her mistress, unless given the proper signal?"

"Yep. Same thing with the attack command."

"Wow. Will you teach me her signals?"

The Marine looked at her a long moment. "You sure you wanna learn?"

"Uh huh. I really would."

"All right. We'll work on it this weekend."

And they did. By Sunday afternoon, Gwen had the basics, though she couldn't bring herself to give the attack signal, even with Randi bundled in the protective clothing. They decided to walk the mile of beach between Randi's house, and Tommy's. The Marine was anxious to introduce Ditto to both Tommy and Ella, and Gwen wanted to practice her command signals. The Steeles were impressed with the shepherd, and the bard was quite pleased with herself. Randi was happy her new friend was so well accepted by her old ones, to the point that Tommy was glad to volunteer to keep an eye on the dog whenever the Sabre was called out of town.

Three days later, the wrist comm sent the brunette out again. This was going to be particularly ugly.

Most of the various religious orders that existed had come to peace among themselves, finding truth in the conclusion that they all worshiped the same deity, though they referred to them by different names and honored them with different rituals. No one knew why, exactly, but certain religious factions had grown more and more obsessive in thinking that their way was the only right way, and they had consequently become more violent in their effort to insure everyone understood their truth. Not only did they visit extreme physical torture on their unwilling victims, but were quite into inflicting horrible psychological trauma as well.

Not surprisingly, this particular group, the Wizards, was not at their last known position by the time the Sabre team reached its destination. Randi bit back the audible sigh that was dying to escape her lips. This was getting to be a game of cat and mouse, and more and more, she was feeling like the mouse. The Sabres became extra vigilant, now, knowing they would have to track their quarry. But this time, it wasn't enough to overcome the depth of betrayal they had suffered.

From out of nowhere, the team found itself surrounded, outnumbered and outgunned to a ludicrous degree. Knowing there would be a chance to find a way out if they were together, they surrendered peaceably. The zealots would try to convert them before they killed them. But first, they would celebrate their victory over the much vaunted foe, and that was gonna give the Sabres the time they needed to escape and solve this little problem.

The team was, of course stripped of all visible weapons, and each member placed in a separate cell. Then cocksure of their success, their captors left the Sabres alone in the darkness and silence to contemplate their fate while they went out to join in the victory celebration. And this was the break they needed.

Each of them had a laser weapon in parts attached to different places on their uniform, mostly hidden. Now they set to work to put them together swiftly so they could get the hell out of Dodge. Minutes later, they were burning through the control panels, allowing them to exit their cells. Finding their equipment proved a little more difficult, but they did, and set to ensuring that this extremists' camp was soon going to be nothing more than a memory. When everything was set, the Sabres, save Randi, faded into the background, waiting for the imminent explosion. She, on the other hand, had been chosen to insure the zealots knew who sent them to meet their maker.

"Hey, Assholes!" Silence fell over the celebratory participants, when they realized they were being addressed, and by one of the prisoners. "Do you believe in God?"

"INFIDEL!!! Seize the bitch!!"

"Bite me, mother fucker! You'll be in hell first." And stood, looking like the avenging angel she was as a sheet of flame flared between them. The screams were horrific, and the smell was worse, but Randi couldn't seem to tear herself away. And she watched for a long moment as men, women, and children died. There would be no burial for these people, as their ashes would be carried away on the four winds. The fire would disintegrate their bones.

Two weeks and some, this mission had taken. The Marine secretly wondered if she had another year. The way things were falling she seriously doubted it.

Gwen knew, without asking, by the change in her friend's demeanor, that whatever had called her out of town was back in the "Don't Ask" category. It made her a little sad, knowing there was so much of the other woman that the Marine kept hidden from her. She put those thoughts out of her head. Nothing good could come from them.

She had called Tommy on Saturday, to see if he minded if she came to play with Ditto a bit. Truth was, she was lonely. She was just realizing how much she looked forward to her weekends with Randi. Tommy told her to come ahead. Ella needed the distraction as much as the bard did.

Gwen stopped by the beach house, hoping against hope that Randi had returned, and sighing in disappointment that she wasn't there. So she and Ditto headed down the beach path toward Ella's.

They found the pregnant woman inside the cool house, against the heat of the day and her raging hormones. Tommy was nearly as anxious as Ella was at this point for their child to be born. She was making him suffer right along with her, though most of the time it wasn't intentional.

He looked at Gwen with a mixture of concern and relief when he opened the door to admit her and the shepherd into his home. Ditto had been exceedingly well heeled, obeying her each and every command. The bard had no way of know how much time Randi had spent with the puppy, insuring Gwen's acceptance by the dog. Now Ditto gladly followed the bard, knowing her to be her second mistress.

"I'm back here, Gwen," Ella called from the sunroom.

"How are you doing?" with gentle concern in her voice.

"Hmm... honestly? I'm tired, and I've been having cramps the last week or so. The doctor is worried about an early delivery, and has told me to stay off me feet as much as possible. It's starting to make me nuts."

"Eww, I can certainly understand that. But you best not be having this baby early, especially while Randi is gone. She'd never forgive you."

"I suppose you're right. But it would serve her right for being away so much. Always so secretive." A breath, and then, "I'm sorry, Gwen. That was uncalled for. It's just that Tommy and I worry about her so much, and she never says anything. Makes me crazy sometimes, ya know?"

"Boy, do I know. But, you know something else, Ella? As hard as this is for us, I think... no, I *know*, it is far, far more difficult for her. Whatever she carries, it torments her. And she bears it alone."

Silence fell for a time after that, as each woman contemplated the truth of Gwen's words. Then talk turned to other things. The bard stayed and shared dinner with the Steeles, and all three were in a much better frame of mind by the end of the evening.

Ditto faithfully followed the short woman back to the beach house, relishing the attention lavished on her. She decided she like this blonde mistress very much.

Randi was somewhat distracted the Monday morning after her return. Her mind was searching for the answer to a puzzle whose pieces were not, as yet, all there. She wasn't sure what she found more disturbing... the fact that the rebel attacks were coming more frequently, or the fact that the factions were growing larger and bolder. She knew the thing that bothered her most was having a traitor in their midst, and being unable to pinpoint them. It's got to be someone high enough up to have access to all the mission files. Someone who is able to find out where we are being sent and when. But WHY??? I am missing something very important here.

A knock on her office door brought her out of her internalization. She shook her head slightly to regain her focus, and cleared her throat before calling out, "Come in. "Not realizing until the words were out of her mouth that a very frazzled looking Tommy was standing in front of her.

"T? You okay?" rising from her seat, and coming around the desk to put a hand on his arm.

He swallowed nervously, then swallowed again. "Ella called. She thinks the baby's coming." His hand shook slightly as he ran it through already rumpled hair.

"Now? She's got another month left. She can't have this kid yet!"

"Yeah, well, the baby's got other ideas apparently." He grew calmer as he talked.

"Well, what are we doing hanging around here?" Now the Marine was getting as excited, and as nervous as Tommy. "Let's go."

Their first sense of foreboding hit as they approached the bridge, and sensors showed it had yet to be extended. Because the island was unapproachable by any shuttle other than Randi's militarily cleared ones, it meant the doctor had not arrived on the scene. Tommy extended the bridge as he linked to the doctor's office.

"Mr. Steele? What can I do for you? I didn't expect to see you until tomorrow at your wife's appointment."

"Doc, can I assume, since you're at your office, that Ella hasn't contacted you?"

She leaned forward in her chair at the urgency in his tone. "No, Mr. Steele. I've been seeing scheduled appointments all day. No urgent calls. Why?" She rose from the chair, pretty sure where this conversation was leading. She'd been concerned about a preemie birth for the last few weeks of Ella's pregnancy. Hence the conditions and restrictions she had placed on Tommy's wife.

"She called me about twenty minutes ago, Dr. Schroder. Said she thought she was going into labor. I figured she had already called you first." The man cursed his stupidity roundly for assuming anything.

"All right, Tommy," addressing him by given name for the first time. "Take a deep breath. Now when you get home, call me again." Randi pulled up in his driveway. "Ill give you instructions from the transport, and I will be there as fast as I can manage." The doctor shut down the office vid link.

It didn't take them long to get into the house, and find Ella partially submerged in a large tub of warm water. Ditto, with her uncanny sense, had wandered down from the beach house, and was standing sentinel next to the woman. Randi sent Tommy to change, and round up the blankets to place the baby in when it arrived. She patched in a vid link to the doctor's vehicle.

"Dr. Schroder? We haven't met, but I am Miranda Valiant." She was cut off by the good doctor's answer.

"Yes, Ms. Valiant. Both Mr. and Mrs. Steele have spoken very highly of you. I'm glad you're there."

"Hmm. Yes, well," unsure of how to respond to this, "Um, Ella is in a tub of warm water, and Tommy is getting changed to join her. What do we need to do next?"

"What's your first aid knowledge?"

"Very basic. I've never had to deliver a baby, if that's what you're asking."

"I figured as much. I'll talk you through, and hopefully make it well before the baby does."

Tommy came back attired in brief swim trunks, and carrying an armload of blankets. He lay the covering out in layers beside the Marine, leaving the smallest, softest for last. Then he climbed into the water behind his wife, allowing her to hold his arms as she braced through another contraction.

"Ella, this is Dr. Schroder. How far apart are your contractions?"

"About two minutes, I think, doc. It's been harder to time them lately."

Randi looked up at the vid screen at this pronouncement. The doctor calmly returned her gaze. "Miranda, please check her dilation." The Marine looked totally confused at this directive. "Ms. Valiant...."

"Randi."

"Randi," the doctor replied calmly. "I need you to check and see how ready she is. She has to be wide open for the baby to fit through." Randi nodded her head in comprehension. She removed her shoes and socks, but otherwise stepped into the huge tub fully clothed. The tall woman knelt down for a better look, when another contraction pulsed through Ella's already tense body. Tommy stayed strong behind her, holding on, and whispering words of love and encouragement.

"Doc, she's opened up about a hands width, and I can see the top of the baby's head."

"I'm about five minutes out. If she's ready to push, let her. Randi, you need to be sure the cord isn't wrapped around the baby's neck. Ease your hand inside, you'll be able to feel if it's there or not."

Randi was only peripherally aware of Tommy and Ella. For now, her primary focus was on the new life waiting to join the human race. She felt no cord, and when the next contraction hit, she instructed Ella to push hard. The woman was more the happy to comply, and the head emerged from the womb. The next push eased the shoulders out, and the sac was torn as Tommy's new baby boy entered the world. The Marine rinsed him thoroughly before she raised him up for his proud parents to get their first glimpse.

"It's a boy!" she announced happily, as three things happened simultaneously. The doctor walked in, the baby screamed his unhappiness at being removed from his dark, warm cocoon and Tommy passed out. Dr. Schroder calmly took over, cutting the cord and delivering the afterbirth, while Randi wrapped the baby and made him ready for his mother. The doctor took a quick look at the bundle, well satisfied that his early arrival had not hurt him in any way. He was relatively small, but still good sized considering he was several weeks premature.

Tommy came to to a most amazing sight in his eyes. His newborn son, being cradled by a woman he treasured almost as much as his beloved wife. He never thought to see such a sight in his life, and he found it awe inspiring now. He gave thanks for his forethought in turning on the vid cams. And then his son was placed in Ella's arms, and he gazed upon his future.

Randi, seeing the doctor had things well in hand, quietly left the tub, dripping soundlessly over polished wood floors as she made her way to Tommy and Ella's room. She purloined a pair of warm up pants from his drawer, happy to remove her own soggy garments in the bathroom. She rolled them in the towel she'd dried herself with, and took another to wipe up the trail she'd left on the floor.

By the time she reached the birthing room, which was in fact the nursery, Tommy had helped Ella out of the tub and into a warm robe. He was just wrapping another around himself when he saw Randi approaching the doorway.

"Thank you, Randi," he said sincerely. "I don't know what we would have done without you."

"I concur," stated the doctor as she moved over to them with the baby in her arms. She had just given him a thorough once over, and was very happy at how healthy the little guy was. "You did an excellent job, Randi. Really very well done."

The Marine was starting to grow quite red from the praise, and made to move away from them. Tommy took the boy from the doctor, and handed him to Randi. "Uh uh, Aunt Randi. Say hello to Randall Thomas Steele."

She took the child in her arms, tearing up when she realized what Tommy had said. She looked to him for confirmation. He nodded back at her.

"Least we could do, considering how you stepped in and all. Besides, it was at the top of our choices anyway. Now it's your turn to be the older sibling," with a smile.

They had walked over to the reclining chair where Ella was resting while Tommy was speaking, and now Randi was most thankful for that. His words had touched a deep chord in her, and knowing the truth, that she would in all likelihood not live to see this child's first birthday, to say nothing of being around to mentor, hurt her deeply. The tears spilled over, and she kissed the child lightly on the forehead.

"It's nice to finally meet you, Randall Thomas. He's a beautiful baby." She placed him into Ella's waiting arms. "I'm so happy for you guys. Now if you'll excuse me...." and she was out the door before either of them had a chance to stop her.

The doctor, who had withdrawn to a corner to observe the family tableau, commented, "Let her be for a while. That was probably one of the most amazing, and frightening experiences of her life. Give her a little bit to adjust."

Tommy nodded in agreement. The doctor was probably more right than she knew.

Ditto was waiting for her right outside the room. Tommy had introduced the shepherd to the baby when Randi had gone to change. The dog didn't seem overly impressed, but she was very gentle and cautious in her investigation of this new anomaly. For now, though, she was happy to be running at her master's side. Randi stopped by the beach house, stripping of the warm up pants she'd borrowed, and throwing those and her wet work clothes into the washer. She changed into her normal exercise gear, and she and Ditto started out on a nice long run.

Two hours later, she returned, having run until she was soaked with sweat and ready to drop. Instead of stopping, though, she ran to the end of the dock, stripped off her socks and shoes, and jumped in. It helped cool her down some, and Ditto was in heaven when the dolphins appeared to play. Randi stayed in the water for a bit, taking a ride first with Peanut, then Pilot, before climbing up on the lowest step of the dock's deck. She sat for only a moment, before deciding to put the boathouse facilities to good use.

The Marine stepped into the shower fully clothed, hoping to rinse out some of the salt water. Then she stripped to the skin, and proceeded to bathe herself. There was no real need for modesty out here, especially knowing that Tommy and Ella would not be coming to call anytime soon, and she stepped out of the boathouse totally naked, save for the towel she was drying her hair with. She had forgotten for the moment, that Gwen had the codes, or she might have reconsidered this action after Geoff's words to her several weeks previous.

Gwen, for her part, stood in shock at the sight before her. She wasn't sure of herself, or the reaction she was having to seeing Randi this way, and before Randi could notice her, she turned and left. She wasn't sure whether or not to be thankful or angry that she had been unobserved. Suddenly, she had a lot to think about.



"Ya know, it's funny," the bard mused out loud to herself as though Randi was still there to hear her words. "If you had seen me standing there staring at you right then, things would have happened so differently between us. My desire for you is so apparent to me in hindsight. I'll bet you would have seen it in my eyes that day." She shook her head sadly at wasted opportunities, and returned her mind to that day.



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Randi left the boathouse, wrapping the small towel around her in reflex, and picking up her wet clothes. She threw them into the washer with the others, and started a cycle. Then the Marine moved to get dressed, and put a call in to her best friend.

Gwen seemed a little flustered when she popped on the vid screen. Randi put it down to her operating a transport while trying to talk.

"Good, I caught you before you made it home. Can you come over for a while?"

Damn! I can't very well say no now, can I ? And in all honesty, I really don't want to. "Sure, hon. I'll be there in less than ten."

"Thanks, Gwen. I'll have the bridge ready for you." The Marine signed off without another word, prompting the blonde to wonder what was wrong.

She became even more concerned when, after letting herself into the house when her knock received no reply, she could hear quiet sobbing coming from Randi's bedroom. Immediately putting all other thoughts and concerns out of her mind, she rushed in, startled to find the older woman curled around a pillow in the fetal position in the middle of the bed, quietly crying. She moved the pillow out of the other woman's hands, and slid into its place. The bard lay in a semi-reclining position against the headboard, and it wasn't long before Randi curled around her, seeking comfort. Gwen softly stroked her hair, and gently rocked her, until the crying abated.

"You ready to talk about it?" the bard asked quietly.

"H... he... he w-was so sm... sm... small, and I-I-I was s-so sc... scared."

A look of total confusion swept over Gwen's face. "I beg your pardon? Come again, please?"

There were several minutes of silence, save the blonde's steady breaths, and the brunette's ragged ones. Slowly, they merged into one sound, and Randi was calm enough to speak coherently.

"Tommy's baby boy was born this afternoon."

"Doesn't that make him kinda early?"

"Yeah. But Dr. Schroder said he was perfectly healthy, and quite big for a preemie."

Silence reigned in the room again. Gwen was the one to breach it. "Did Ella deliver him at home? I noticed you and Tommy took out right before lunch."

"Yeah, um... yeah, she did. We made it about ten minutes before the baby did."

"Oh my! That was cutting it pretty close. Was the doctor there when you arrived?"

"Um, no. I, um... I had to... Gwen, I was so scared. Tommy was taking care of Ella, and I had to deliver the baby." The Marine drew a deep breath.

"That's wonderful, Randi!" letting the soldier see her enthusiasm and joy. "Do you realized how blessed you are to be able to participate in something so intimate, especially with people you care so deeply for? How thrilling to have been able to bring new life into the world safely!"

Randi found herself looking at things from the bard's perspective, and liking what she saw there. For the first time, she had been allowed to participate in a life giving capacity, instead of a life taking one. The concept almost overwhelmed her mind.

"You're right, Gwen. It was," catching the blonde's happiness. "And he's a beautiful boy. Tiny, but spunky." Blue eyes started to sparkle now. "And lungs, heh, he'll make a great bard one day." This grinning comment got her a light pop on the butt. "Thanks, Gwen," very softly.

"What for?" equally softly.

"Reminding me to count my blessings," came the murmured reply, before the breathing became steady and even, and the soldier drifted off to sleep. The bard, still wrapped in Randi's cocooning embrace, decided to join her.

When green eyes open two hours later, it was getting dark outside, and she was in the big bed alone. Stretching, she remembered her physical reaction to seeing Randi's naked body, and her more recent reaction, or decided lack thereof, to comforting that same body. She shook her head to clear it of its confusing thoughts. She would have to give this some serious consideration, but not right now. For now, she needed to check on her best friend, and see about getting something to eat, and some rest. Her thinking would wait until she was alone.





I should have known then, the bard thought sadly to herself as she sat on the lowest step of the boathouse deck. Pilot and Peanut had come out to play when they saw her approach, but noticing her mood, were content to keep watch over her nearby. I think I did know, but I was too afraid to say anything, to do anything about it. And then it didn't matter. I was sure... Her thoughts trailed off as her mind returned to the past.





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The bard rolled slowly up, and stood, running her fingers through blonde hair in an effort to straighten it. Her nose became aware of the tantalizing scents of coffee, pancakes, and bacon wafting from the kitchen, and her brain invited her body along to investigate.

"Hey, I was just coming to wake you up."

"Um. Smells good," with a shy smile.

"Well, I made plenty, so dig in." Randi was supremely unaware of her friend's discomfiture, and her normal manner soon put Gwen at ease.

After diner, they each took another cup of coffee, and moved to sit in on the couch. There was a comfortable silence for a long time. Finally the Marine turned to the bard.

"Gwen, I'm gonna be out of town a lot for the next few weeks. But you're still more than welcome to come stay the weekends, if you want."

"What about Ditto?" motioning to the shepherd who lay peacefully dozing in front of the fireplace, only cocking an ear at the mention of her name.

"Oh, Tommy agreed to keep an eye on her, and check on her everyday. But I'm sure she'd be glad for some company on the weekends, or whenever you could manage to get over."

"Thanks, Randi. I'd like that. Ditto's a good friend too."

Silence fell again after that for a while, until Gwen made a move to go home.

"You could just stay here," Randi reminded her, a little confused by her unusual actions. The bard had never turned down an opportunity to stay at the beach house that the Marine could immediately recall.

"I know. But I do have some thing I've got to take care of at home. I'll see you tomorrow?"

"No, I'm headed out tomorrow."

"So soon?"

"Yeah," a little resignedly. "It can't be helped. I'm hoping it won't take too long, but you never know."

Gwen stepped forward, her uncertainties and reservations put to the wayside for now. "You be careful, my friend. I always worry about you when you're gone." She put her arms around the taller woman's waist, and felt long arms wrap around her upper body. They stayed in this comfortable haze of hugging for many minutes until the Marine loosened her hold, and stepped back a pace to lock her blue eyes with the green of the blonde.

"I'll be careful. *You* stay out of trouble, okay?"

"Oh, I will. I always do."

An unladylike snort from Randi, who turned it into a chuckle that Gwen shared with her. "I'll miss you, Little One."

"I'll miss you too, soldier. Come back to me soon, all right?"

Twin heartbeats stopped at this statement, then Randi decided she'd misunderstood what the bard had said. Gwen, for her part, was unsure why and how that had come from her mouth exactly. The moment passed in confusion, and the Marine simply answered, "I'll be home as soon as I can."

Gwen was grateful for two things for the first time in memory. One, that she lived alone, and two, that men in white coats no longer existed. If either had been untrue, she was pretty sure she'd have been locked up by now. For the past two hours, the bard had been walking in circles, having arguments with herself. She was almost to the point of pulling out her hair.

Yes, she's beautiful, gorgeous even. But why did my heart start to pound? True,

she's one of the few adult human beings I've ever seen naked, and definitely the

most perfect specimen imaginable, but still, she's my best friend. Best friends

don't react like that to each other, do they? What is going on with me?? Is

something going on at all? Am I imagining too much, reading too much into things

because I am a bard? Maybe I should talk to Randi... no, that'd be too weird, and

she's leaving town in the morning. Mother? Oh no, that's even worse!! AAARRRRRRRGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!

By the time she had turned this over a hundred times in her mind, she was clutching her hair, and beginning to seriously make herself sick. She decided to take something for her head and go to bed. She could think about it more later.

Randi, for her part, wasn't getting much rest either. She had picked up some peculiar vibes coming from Gwen, and couldn't place what the exact problem was.

Was it because of the emotional outburst?? It's possible, since I rarely lose

it like that. Yes, that is a definite possibility. I could have put her in an

uncomfortable position.

The more she thought on this, however, the less likely she believed this to be a contingency.

No, Gwen had never had a problem with my few emotional outbursts, even when

she had good reason to up and smack me for rudeness. So if it wasn't the

crying, was it the story? No, stupid! She's a BARD. Stories are her life. Man,

talk about a Duh moment!

She thought a few minutes longer in silence.

Maybe it is the fact that I am leaving tomorrow, and expect to be gone for a

while. That could very well be it. Tommy says she always becomes more quiet

and withdrawn when I leave. Hmm...

The Marine felt quite pleased at the logic of her conclusion, until...

Except that I was getting those weird vibes BEFORE I mentioned being gone

for an extended amount of time. Poor Gwen... she puts up with so much from

me. She's a much better best friend than I deserve. I wish...

She put those thoughts quickly out of her mind and turned her attention to why she was leaving in the morning. A dark cloud passed through her soul as she realized the ramifications of what she had learned so far, and how important the fact-finding hunts of the next few months were going to be.

Since this was actually an independent mission she had planned, Randi had a few minutes the next morning to stop at Tommy's before she left. It was going to be even harder to pull herself away, now that she had a nephew (of sorts) to get to know. The man answered her quiet knock, and ushered her straight in to the nursery. Ella was just finishing up her breastfeeding of the child, and as soon as Tommy cleaned him up, he placed the small bundle in the Marine's hesitant arms.

"Randi, he won't break," Ella chided. "He's small, but he's strong. You did a beautiful job getting him here. Thank you."

Both women's eyes clouded over with tears, and Tommy's looked suspiciously wet as well. Randi cradled him a little tighter, and gave him a small kiss on the forehead. Ella was thrilled to see Tommy capturing this for posterity, and equally happy that the tall woman seemed completely oblivious to that fact. Randi spent several quiet moments talking to the baby, while his parents looked on in happy observation, then she looked to Tommy to take the child so she could stand.

"Ya know, Randi, it is perfectly acceptable to walk and carry a child at the same time."

"Nope. I don't think so," she said in all seriousness. "They break too easy."

"Uh huh. I'll remind you of that one day, my friend." He failed to see the shadow that crossed the Marine's face at his words, but Ella didn't. She put the thought away for future study.

"Well, I need to go. Tommy, I'm gonna be in and out for a while. Would you prefer if I brought Ditto down to stay with you guys?"

The man considered this request carefully for long moments, while absently rocking the now sleeping baby in his arms. Finally, he spoke. "No, I don't mind running over to your place everyday to check on her. She has her door to go in and out as she pleases there, and if she wants or needs anything, I'm sure she'll come looking for me post haste." He smiled when he said this. Randi had patiently taught the puppy to cross the island for Tommy in the event of trouble. "If she gets lonely, she'll come stay here anyway, I'm sure."

"True. Besides, Gwen said she'd come out to play with her on weekends if she could. Don't be surprised if she comes over today to see the new baby."

"She knows??" Then he smacked his forehead. "Of course she knows. You told her last night, didn't you?"

Randi looked shyly at the floor, unwilling to let them see the turmoil brewing in her eyes. "Yeah, I did. I wanted to share it with her. I figured you'd tell the masses today."

"Yep. In fact," he added, turning to place the boy gently into his mother's outstretched arms. "I need to go get ready."

"And I need to go as well." She placed a light kiss on both the baby and his mother before heading for the door. "I will stop in as often as my schedule allows. I want you both to know, if there was any way for me to avoid this...."

"You go do what needs to be done, Randi. We'll all still be here when you get back."

The Marine had no comment she could make to this particular statement, so she just gave a small smile and a wave before exiting the house. Ditto joined her at the door, quite content with her morning's explorations.

"I don't like it, Tommy."

"Don't like what, hon?" coming out of the bathroom, and disappearing into the closet.

"I can't pinpoint what's bothering me exactly, but there is something new in Randi's attitude that just isn't right."

"Sweetheart, she had a pretty traumatic day yesterday. Give her a little time to adjust to it all, okay? I'm fairly certain delivering her cousin-who-will-be-a-nephew-to-her was not on her list of things to do yesterday. I'm sure she hasn't quite recovered from that shock."

"Maybe," Ella agreed, but she had some serious doubts in the back of her mind. Doubts that would plague her for months, before they finally came back to haunt her in a very real way.



Chapter XII

Randi's troubling thoughts disturbed the serenity around her far more than her footsteps, or Ditto's occasional growls and barks as she scampered around, could. The turbulence raging through her mind brought a scowl to her otherwise beautiful countenance.

Please, Artemis, Athena... please. I don't want to be right... not this time... not about this.

Almost all of the feelers she had sent out months ago had returned with the same report. Things were gearing up for something massive. Everything pointed to full-scale war.

Now Randi, along with three handpicked, well-trusted allies, was headed out to confirm the reports and gather information. No one in the chain of command, save the commandant himself, had been cleared of suspicion. The Marine had a very serious idea of who the leak was now, but she needed to talk to Geoff first. And that would have to wait until she got back. The logistics and timing of this mission were critical. She was fairly certain time was running out, and if she didn't have her facts straight by Festival, things would get very ugly.

The Marine had no need for her armor this time, though she did secrete several well-honed weapons about her person. Then she knelt to look the shepherd in the eyes. "Be a good girl, Ditto, and go to Tommy if you need anything, okay? Watch out for the baby and... and Gwen. Take care of them for me until I get home, all right?"

The dog kept eye contact, and answered her with a single bark. The woman scratched the puppy's head for several long moments, before straightening, and heading for the garage. "Beauty" was going to get a serious workout in the weeks to come.

They were a good mix of people, Randi thought to herself later as they met up in one of the most beautiful but forlorn spots she had ever laid eyes on. Just getting to this particular meeting place had been quite a challenge. The one hundred fifty foot climb down sheer rock had been an interesting experience, though not half so bad as getting back up was going to be, she was afraid. However, it served their purposes for the time being, and that was all that mattered. Once they had the final details ironed out, stealth wouldn't be quite the problem it was now.

The Marine looked around at her newly assembled team. Each was lounging, talking softly, and drinking water. It was so hot in the canyon itself, that the cool darkness of the cave had been most welcome. Tiny, being the largest among them was closest to the door. The cave narrowed rather quickly, and didn't allow the man much room to maneuver. Next to him sat Brenda, only the whites of her eyes and teeth seen clearly in the near darkness. Across from Bren sat Cameron. Cam was a small, wiry man whose ancestry was impossible to define at a glance. They should be able to find out all they need to, because one of them would always be able to blend in.

It took the better part of the day for them to get things decided to everyone's satisfaction, but by late afternoon, they had things worked out. It was decided it would be too dangerous to leave this close to sunset, and they settled in for the evening. The unit had pretty much expected this outcome, and been well prepared for it. The evening passed in pleasant camaraderie. It wasn't until full daylight, however, that any of them made a move to leave.

Tiny and Randi both had to ascend the stone face above them. Brenda and Cameron would be descending to the river below. Anyone who happened to spot them would assume they were cavers, climbing and rafting duos who found an interesting, habitable cave. Just the habitable part made that cave rare in this area, and therefore not surprising that it was used by more than one team. Most cavers were hospitable to one another in the extreme.

The end of the day found them in separate rooms at two different hotels. They would be splitting up individually in the morning, to meet at their first target from different destinations in two days time.

"Ya know," Tiny commented to Randi, as they sat in the restaurant eating a passable meal, "a lot depends on us, my friend. If we succeed, no one will ever know how close things came to all out annihilation, but if we fail...."

We *won't* fail, Tiny. We can't. Too much, and too many lives depend on our success." She paused while the waitress refilled their glasses. "You do realize, though, our chances of surviving the outcome are...."

"... very, very slim. Yes, I know. We all do. But we swore an oath when we became Sabres that I will not disregard now."

"And what about Reed?"

"Reed is somewhat pragmatic about it. Not really happy, but completely understanding."

Here Randi's thoughts turned to Gwen. Knowing she wouldn't understand, but unable to give her the knowledge she needed to do so. She jerked her attention back to Tiny when he continued to speak.

"Besides, we've always lived with this possibility, with death coming early or violently for as long as we've been lovers. We knew it was one of the hazards when we got involved with each other, and as Sabres, we can live with that knowledge."

"And as human beings?"

He thought a moment about that before responding. "As human beings, it's a bit tougher, but it happens." He tried to shrug it off lightly, but the Marine could see it bothered him more than he was willing to admit to. She decided to let the matter drop. It took her thoughts into areas she had no desire to venture into either.

They finished eating, and went back to their rooms. Randi was changed into her pajamas and stretched out on the bed trying to read an eBook when a knock came from Tiny's side of the connecting room door. She got up slowly, reaching for a dagger before she put her hand on the doorknob and called out, "Yeah?"

"Randi, Peanut eats Snickers...."

"... and Ditto speaks German." She put the knife down and opened the connecting door. "What's up?" she asked him as she resumed her comfortable position on the bed. She motioned for him to take a seat.

"Nothing. Just a little antsy, I think."

"Second thoughts, my friend?" gently.

"No, not really. Just anxious to get this done and over with, I suppose. I've never been good at waiting. You know that."

"Yeah, I seem to remember a few occasions where you were in more of a hurry than you needed to be." He blushed and she chuckled. They lost themselves in memories for a few minutes.

"Randi?" He spoke again quietly, unwilling to disturb the peace.

"Hmm?"

"What would you have done with your life, if you had never become a Sabre?"

It was an interesting question, one that she had never really pondered to any great degree, and she found it intriguing to do so now. Silence reigned in the room while she thought, broken only by the sounds of their breathing.

"Ya know, Tiny, I really don't know. When I graduated, I only knew I wanted to join the Corps. I was interested in so many different things, still am to some extent." She was quiet for a while. "I don't think I would be in the security business like I am now. I mean, I enjoy it and all, but most of what I use in that job is the same stuff I use in this one. I *learned* it all here." Another pause. "I think, though, given my choice, I would have liked to have been a builder." He smiled with her when he remembered the plans he had drawn for her. "I really enjoyed creating something with my own hands."

"Do you have any regrets, you know, about becoming a Sabre?"

A shadow passed over her visage so quickly that Tiny could not even be sure it was real and not imagined. "No, Tiny. I am what I am. To regret that means to lose myself." Liar, she scoffed to herself. You'd give it all up in a heartbeat, become whoever she needed you to be, if it meant you and Gwen could be together. Aloud she asked, "How about you?"

He shrugged broad shoulders. "Once in a while I think it would have been nice to have been like everybody else, and not have been selected for this specialty. Usually happens when I'm having to wait, especially if the mission is going to be exceptionally difficult." He smirked at himself. "But no, usually not, I'm too busy with other things, and once a mission is underway, *never*."

"Even knowing how it will end?"

"Most notably knowing how it will end. I think I have lived my life to its fullest potential every day, trying all sorts of new things, finding new ways to challenge myself, all because I've known the odds are stacked against my having a long life expectancy."

"And you won't regret having to leave it, leave love behind?"

"I won't leave love behind, Randi. I carry it, and all its memories with me all the time."

She lay quietly in the dark for a long time after he left, thinking about what he had said.

The following morning, they separated. It took two days for them to meet up with Brenda and Cameron at the rendezvous, and another two weeks for them to get the spook equipment in place. Another two days and part of a third passed before either team witnessed anything of interest.

"Randi, looks like the Blues will be heading out to Marcus Pointe tonight," Cameron commented as he walked in to door of their safe room.

A dark brow rose in question. "Marcus Pointe? Are you sure? That's unusually far out of their territory."

"Yep, no mistake." He looked at the vid map she had displayed, and pointed out the spot. "Julio said it was the best neutral ground they could find."

Before she could comment, Brenda came in. "Reds are moving, Chief. Someplace called...."

"Marcus Pointe," Randi and Cam finished together.

"Yeah, how'd you know?"

"Cause that's where the Blues are headed. Any indication when or why?"

"Um, nothing definite. They're moving up there tonight because it's neutral ground."

"Damn! All right, let's move. We've gotta be in place before they get there. All that wasted effort on equipment placement. Shit!"

No one was willing to question her in this mood. This was her project, and they were following her lead. They trusted her with theirs lives, as they had before, and she did the same. Right now was not the time for explanations, however. They needed to be shadows before the Blues and Reds arrived.

It was an intriguing sight to see the armies of blue or red clad humanity come marching up opposite sides of the street. Each band stopped short of the rendezvous point, with only the leaders advancing to the centerline, where they were met by a small blonde woman. Without their equipment, they were unable to hear the actual words spoken. But in the end, it didn't really matter, for the gestures were plain enough for all to decipher. Randi felt a sinking feeling hit her in the gut as the Red and Blue leaders shook hands and the blonde clasped both of them in her own. It became stark, cold fear when the armies, which had been enemies for longer than history defined, began mingling together to form one huge conglomeration of fighters.

It took them the better part of the night to stealthily work their way away from the raucous party that had started up once a truce had been declared. Randi, for her part, was trying to get her mind wrapped around reality, knowing that her worst fears were being confirmed. There wasn't much for them to say to one another. Each was trying to soak in the impressions left them by the evening's events. To know that the two most violent gangs in existence, sworn enemies forever, had just declared temporary peace was disturbing in the extreme.

It was time to move on to their next objective.

Meanwhile, Gwen had decided to put all thoughts (and the feelings those thoughts brought with them) of having seen her best friend naked into a locked box in her mind. There was no reason to dwell on it, especially until she could sort things out. And this, she found, she was reluctant to do. She was sure, no matter what conclusions she came to, that this would change the dynamic between them. And she wasn't ready to lose what they had.

The remainder of the first week that Randi was gone found Gwen amazingly busy. A fellow bard had been called away on a family emergency, and the blonde was more than willing to pitch in and help cover her absence. She even worked part of her weekend, and it wasn't until Sunday afternoon that she made it over to Tommy and Ella's to see the new baby.

"Gwen, what a nice surprise! Come in! Come in! I see you stopped by Randi's place," indicating the shepherd that followed obediently at her heels. Ella welcomed the bard in with a hug. "Did you come to see baby Randall?" The bard's eyes widened perceptibly.

"You named him after her?" softly.

"Of course. I'll admit it was one of the names we were considering anyway, but after she brought him safely into the world...."

"Does she know?"

"That she has a namesake?" Gwen nodded. "Yes, we introduced them after the doctor got here and got a chance to look him over. Why?"

"She didn't mention his name." The bard continued when she noticed the odd look on the other woman's face. "She told me everything else. It's just funny she didn't remember to tell me his name."

"Not really. I think she was in quite a state of shock when she left here."

The bard agreed silently, but aloud she simply said, "Can I see him?"

"Oh yes. Certainly. C'mon." And she grabbed the blonde by the elbow and pulled her toward the nursery. "We just gave him a bath, so he may be sleeping, but we can take a peek anyway."

As it happened, they found Tommy asleep in the rocking chair, and Randall in the crib, not asleep, but not quite awake either. Ella gently picked him up and cradled him to her, crooning softly to him for a moment. Then she lay him in Gwen's empty arms.

The bard stared at the now sleeping little boy for a very long time. "He's beautiful, Ella," she stated in a hushed voice. "You're a very lucky woman."

Gwen left the Steel residence after a short visit with Ella. She understood now a little better Randi's reaction the day before she left for parts unknown. And here her thoughts turned briefly to her friend, hoping she was safe.

It was Tuesday of the next week, when Tommy called the bard into his office. She was a bit startled to see a tall form with raven hair sitting across from him, and for a brief instant thought Randi had returned. But the gray eyes that met her gaze were those of a stranger, and though she was disappointed, she greeted the man politely when the boss introduced them.

"Gwen, this is Scott Everret. He's going to be with us for the next few months. Scott, this is...."

"... Gwen Goldman, probably the most prolific bard alive. It is a pleasure to meet you." He took the proffered hand and gently kissed her knuckles. The already flushed face turned beet red at this, and she eased her hand from his. "I'm sorry, Gwen. I didn't mean to embarrass you. I've just been a fan for a very long time, and was having a 'fan moment', I think."

"It's all right, Scott. I'm just not used to that reaction anymore, especially around here. So, what's up, Tommy?"

"Join us for lunch." And so saying, he led the duo out of his office.

The rest of the week found the trio taking lunch together, and it wasn't long before the rumors started flying about Gwen and Scott. Rumors that Randi was sure to hear the instant of her return.

"Why is it," the man commented to his female counterpart two weeks after they had been introduced, "that a man and a woman, even in this day and age, cannot be seen as friends without gossip and rumors flying first?"

The blonde smirked at him. "Because, Scott, gossip and rumors are generally much more exciting than the truth could ever be. Besides, you're the first person, aside from my best friend Randi, that I've ever spent any noticeable amount of time with. That makes it fodder automatically."

"Even though all we do is work together?"

"Even though all we do is work together. It's fair game. Though maybe if they got a look at your girlfriend, the talk might die down some." Gwen had had the chance to meet Tori the previous weekend at the 'Golden Touch', and had found herself liking the young woman at once. She was a weaver, and the bard couldn't wait to see some of her work that Ella had been positively gushing over.

"Does it bother you, all the talk, I mean?"

"Um, yeah, sometimes it does get to be a bit much. But mostly I've learned to ignore it."

"Well, hopefully it will die down soon."

"Yeah, something else will take the spotlight."

But it wasn't soon enough. Randi had come back earlier that morning, and had intended on catching Gwen at work and convincing the bard to play hooky with her. But the rumors that Gwen had a hot new lover assaulted her from the moment she reached Midas, and when she saw them together at lunch (though it was not at *their* table), she jumped to the conclusion that the rumors were actually truth. She went back to her office, determined to get out of there as soon as possible.

That evening, Tommy stopped by to pick her up for dinner at his place. The Marine tried to decline, but Tommy insisted, reminding her that Ella would have both their hides if she didn't come. Besides, she was anxious to see her young namesake, so her protest was short-lived.

"I heard you were at work today."

"Hmm. Yeah. I needed to check in with my guys, make sure things were okay."

"Did you see Gwen?"

"No. There just wasn't time. I've got to head out again in the morning." T was curious whether her terseness was due to her travels, or the fact that she had missed, still missed the bard or if it was something else entirely. But wisdom hard learned made him keep his mouth shut, and his thoughts on the subject to himself.

Randi was thrilled with the baby, and was not quite as nervous handling him as she had been the first time. She was *almost* convinced he wouldn't break if she held him, but was a little reluctant to put that particular theory to the test. Fortunately, Ella took the decision right out of her hands, when she put the child into them. And Randi marveled at the precious, tiny miracle she held, even as she commented on his rapid growth.

Gwen cornered Tommy the following morning, having learned Randi had popped in the previous day. "And you didn't tell me she was here? She didn't call me?"

"Gwen, it was a flying visit, literally. I think she came home to do laundry. The only reason I saw her was I stopped at her house on my way home and insisted she come over for dinner and a visit with Randall. She wasn't really thrilled to see me."

"Tommy, do you know what she is doing? Where she is going?"

"No, but I do know whatever it is, it's weighing heavily on her soul."

That weekend, the rumor mill came to a screeching halt when Scott brought his now fiancée to the Guild picnic. Tommy liked to hold events and gatherings often, to allow his people to interact on a personal as well as a professional level. He was distinctly glad for this one, as he could tell the whispers were beginning to wear on Gwen's last nerve.

Gwen spent a bit of time watching Scott and Tori interact with each other and others. There was something about it that was familiar, but she couldn't put her finger on what it was. She decided to observe them covertly. Perhaps that would help her figure it out.

Meanwhile, Randi and her team had headed out once again, and this time the trip took almost a week. If it hadn't been for the fact that they wanted to attract as little attention to themselves as possible, they could have been there in a matter of hours. But people tend not to notice tourists and lazy day travelers, and so they became such, and blended in to the mass of humanity around them.

As they each arrived individually at the meeting place, it became very apparent that something massive was gearing up here as well. In the Southern province there were waves of Wizards taking up all the available space. To the North, the Brotherhood was filling the province, over running the natural population. Within a week, word was spread of the meeting between the two factions.

Once again, the rendezvous was at midnight, and as the two groups came together, the same cold, unreasoning fear that permeated her stomach the last time returned full force to assault her senses. The Marine watched in uneasy fascination as a near repeat of the previous events happened before her eyes. Two enemies, enemies for a longer lifetime than the history of modern and post-modern man, stood together making peace. A peace blessed by a tall, thin blonde woman. And as black and white mingled together under the night sky, Randi felt the weight of the world fall more heavily onto her shoulders.

Scott was struggling, badly. Bad enough that his beloved finally convinced him of the wisdom in asking Gwen for some help or advice, before Tori threw him out of the house. The bard just chuckled when her compatriot explained his desperation to her, even going so far as to get down on bended knee in front of her and beg.

To the blue eyes watching this tableau, Gwen seemed flustered by the unexpected proposal, and the flush on her face made her seem even more beautiful. Randi tried to pull herself away, but stood still staring in fascination until the tall man took the bard into his arms and kissed her almost reverently. Then with tears in her eyes the Marine fled for the safety of her home.

"Do you see what I mean, Gwen? It just doesn't flow like it's supposed to. And I can't seem to get past this point. It's pivotal to the story."

"Yeah, I see your problem. How about instead you...." And she offered him a few suggestions to work out what was best for him, never knowing their actions had been seen and so grossly misunderstood.

When Randi arrived at home, Ditto greeted her with unbridled enthusiasm. It brought a sad smile to her face in spite of the fact the shards of her heart ached so badly she could hardly breathe. She took a long run with the dog, stopping by to see Ella and her ever-changing baby boy. Randall brought another sad smile to the Marine's face, and Ella had to wonder what made the tears come to the eyes of a woman who never cried. Randi was perilously close to the edge, and Ella was afraid of pushing too hard for fear she'd fall right off the precipice she was standing on. Her concern, however, continued to mount by leaps and bounds.

"I wish there was a way to keep him from growing so much while I'm away. I'm missing out on so much of his life."

"Simple solution to that problem... stay here," Ella replied only half jokingly.

"If only it *were* that simple, my friend. I leave out again in the morning."

"Randi...?"

"Please don't, Ella. I have to."

"Take care of yourself, then. We really miss you when you're gone."

I know one that doesn't miss me anymore. But aloud she answered, "I miss you guys, too. I'll be careful." And then she left, to place a vid call and repack.

The next morning found her knocking at the door of the shop of an expert weapons smith. Geoff opened the door, and admitted her into his work sanctuary. She looked around in fascination, recognizing many of the pieces and parts lying around the surprisingly small room. There were several things she could not readily identify, but there was no time for exploration at present. Perhaps later.

"Randi," welcoming the woman with a hug that he quickly noticed was not being returned. "Your cryptic vid call last night piqued my curiosity. What's up?" He wondered what had happened that she looked at him through the shuttered eyes of a near stranger. The man decided he needed to have a talk with his daughter as soon as possible.

"Geoff, tell me about the team you served with when Ghost Rider first began her rampage thirty years ago." If she could have asked a more difficult or complicated question, he wasn't sure what it would have been. And he was at a loss to see what this had to do with anything, but he decided to humor her. It was obvious she was in SABRE mode, and the friendship had been put to the side for the present.

"Okay," he answered slowly. "What would you like to know?"

"Anything. Everything. Tell me about the individuals that comprised the team that was first attacked."

"All of them?"

"All of them."

There was quiet for the space of about sixty heartbeats, until Geoff spoke again. "You can just read about the incident, you know."

"I know, and if this is hard for you, I apologize." For a brief instant, there was a trace of warmth in her eyes. Then the blue went cold again. "But those are just flat facts written on a computer screen. I am asking for you to tell me something about them as human beings. Make them 3-D figures that come alive."

The intensity in her voice surprised him. "It's that important?"

"It's that important."

He nodded to himself at her answer, and drew his mind inward for a long moment. Then he drew a deep breath and began.

"Jeremiah Daetwyler was my sergeant, and he was a Sabre through and through."

"Wait, Jeremiah Daetwyler, Sabre Commandant?"

"The same. Even then he had the skill and intelligence to make him one of the best. Rumor is, he had gotten into a terrible row with a girl, a fellow Sabre, a year previously because of that drive and initiative. She disappeared swearing vengeance, but was never seen or heard from again."

"Rumor?"

"Well, yeah. I wasn't around when it happened, and it was never really talked about among us. It was his private business, you know."

"Hmm. Go on."

"Not much to tell, really. Though I will say it was quite a surprise when he came to see me as a lieutenant when I was still in the recovery unit after the attack."

"Why is that?"

"He never wanted to be an officer. He enjoyed working in the field, doing the dirty work. It was his life, and he had apparently turned down the commission before. I think it was the only way he could stay in, stay a Sabre, after we were all hurt."

"Was he hurt badly?"

"Well, we all were to some degree, remember. But his physical wounds weren't as bad as the emotional ones seemed to be. He was really shaken up after an attack like that happened on his watch."

Randi concentrated on that in silence for a little while, pacing back and forth in the small space. Geoff let her alone, recognizing the serious focus behind the blue eyes. He could almost see her putting the puzzle together, and was more than a little curious at what picture the finished product would be. Finally, she motioned for him to continue.

"You already know my story, and there were only two other survivors, unless you want to know about those that died." She shook her head negatively. "Okay, then. Ben-ramen Ha'amaen was my best friend. We went through basic and Sabre training together. He was always very quiet. He did his ten-year service, and got out to become a ship builder. We stay in touch still. He and his partner live near the capital city where they are well-respected members of the builder's Guild there. I would almost consider him Gwen's godfather."

"What about the last team member?"

"Ah, Kenesha Rachoen. Kene was quite the firebrand. And she and Jerry seemed to butt heads regularly."

"About anything in particular?"

"No, about everything, it seemed."

"Was this a problem before you arrived, do you know?"

"Well, again, we're back to rumors." Randi nodded her comprehension. "But the rumor was they had almost come to blows over a woman."

"Why weren't they separated if it was such a problem?"

"I dunno. They actually worked well together under pressure. But during the down time, everything was cause for a debate." He paused, thinking hard for a moment. "I think she had actually *finally* requested a transfer shortly before we were attacked." He frowned in remembrance. "In fact, though, she became his attaché, his right hand after he was promoted."

"Did they get along any better?"

"No, not really. They still argue about everything, even to this day. But it changed, we all changed. I'd say they were more subdued. Kene certainly became less volatile."

Randi withdrew into herself to study the puzzle pieces she had been handed. The workroom became a study in quiet as the Marine continued to examine her evidence while the weapons smith tinkered with a crossbow mechanism that wanted to stick. Finally he noticed the tall woman come to some conclusion in her mind, as she straightened. He broke the silence when she stood.

"Did any of this help, Randi?"

"Yeah, Geoff," she said, smiling at him somewhat absently. "I think it did. Thanks." But she didn't explain any further, and he was not comfortable in asking. It was clear the walls were up, and would not be breached. She made a move to leave.

"Can you stay, for a little bit at least?"

"I wish I could Geoff, but I've got places to be. Thank you for asking."

"You're welcome here, anytime. You know that. Maybe you and Gwen can...." He hesitated seeing the fleeting look of intense pain cross her features. It was gone almost as quickly as it appeared.

"I think Gwen will probably be bringing some else home with her the next time she comes. Thank you for your help, Geoff." And she was out the door and gone before he could recover his scattered wits.

"Now what the hell was that all about?" the man wondered, muttering to himself. "I think it may be time to have a little talk with my daughter."

Randi didn't head for home this time. Even though she and here team were not expected to meet across the waters for another five days, she decided to go early, to scout things out a bit. Liar, you just can't bear to see her with someone else. No matter what your head says is best. The Marine shook her head to clear it and boarded the shuttle. It wasn't going to be long before the shit hit the fan.

The ancient forest she wandered through was like a balm to her troubled soul. It had been a blessing to get out of the crowded city she had arrived in, and the peace of this place pervaded her every sense. The Marine was even able to put Gwen into somewhat of a (distorted) perspective.

Randi decided to use the uninterrupted time to meditate, and finding a relatively comfortably tree to nest in, she extended her outer senses, and turned her vision inward.

What troubles you, child?

"Everything, Artemis."

And what is it you wish of me?

"Nothing. There is nothing any of you can do for me now. I know my destiny, and I've accepted it."

Then why have you summoned me, summoned us, to you? Gesturing at her two sisters who stood quietly trying very hard not to burst into apoplectic rage at Randi's presumptuous words. They had seen what she had, and could understand, how from her point of view, things could seem the way they did. That did not lessen their need to want to correct her, however.

"I'm sorry, Artemis. I meant to summon no one. I simply wanted to meditate and clear my head for the coming days. The calm and peace that prevails in this place is a welcome change from the chaos that permeates much of the rest of the world."

Nevertheless, you did summon us. Are you sure you desire nothing? Trying to edge the Marine into asking the right question. She was please when the woman seemed to be considering her words.

"No, Artemis, except that you keep an eye on Gwen. She deserves nothing but happiness."

And what of you, child?

Randi did not answer, hoping the goddesses would leave her in peace to find her focus. They did so, finally, and with much reluctance.

"It's not supposed to be this way!" Aphrodite fumed. "This is not the way the end was written for them!"

"Keep the faith, sister. You know the old saying... It ain't over til the fat lady sings! And I'll give'em all laryngitis if I have to!"

The goddess of love had to smile through her tears at the image that conjured up. "Thanks, 'Thena! You're the best!"

"Oh, and I'm chopped liver, I suppose!" the goddess of the hunt mock groused.

"Nope, you're the best too! Chopped liver, grody! What a visual there, Art!" The three sisters chuckled together, then got busy looking for a solution to a problem that was rapidly getting away from them.

When the rest of the team finally arrived four days later, Randi had found her center, and had put everything but the mission out of her mind. With Festival only a few weeks away, she was fairly certain this would be the last gathering until the holiday season was over. In the thirty years that Ghost Rider had been a threat, never once had she broken holiday tradition. And with the enormous build-up taking place, Randi was betting she wouldn't break this one either. No, everything pointed to action occurring sometime after Festival Season had passed. Waiting was going to be a bitch, though.

Never had the team seen so many bald heads in one place as Skinheads poured into the region. It could have been almost comical, had the circumstances and events surrounding their presence not been so dire. Instead, it prompted that cold, unreasoning fear to coil in Randi's belly once more, even though she was sure of the outcome of this gathering.

It took ten days for the Skinheads to finish arriving, and almost on cue, as they stopped, an army of Fringe Amazons walked onto the scene. And that night, as the moon rose high in the sky, a truce was sealed between them, as though there had never been any animosity at all. The blonde woman looked well pleased with the outcome of her efforts. Randi wished she could go be sick.

"Randi," asked Tiny, when they were all gathered back at the hotel, and congregating in her room, "are you sure this is a put on, just a temporary truce? Some of the things I saw tonight...."

"Yeah, and we've seen that kind of celebrating at each of these rendezvous," Brenda chimed in. Cam remained silent. Randi got off the bed, and moved to the window, wishing she risked looking outside.

"I would almost be inclined to agree with you except for a couple of things. One, this blonde is always present, and fits what little description we have of Ghost Rider perfectly."

"And the other?" from Cam when the silence grew too long for his liking.

"I overheard what was said tonight." The Marine drew a deep breath before continuing. " 'Coming together under truce to cause chaos and war' is not my idea of a settled peace. And she mentioned something else. A date and place. I think there will be a coming together of all parties involved in the desert sometime shortly after Festival. I want to check that out."

"You let us know when and where, my friend. We'll be there with you. You know that," from Tiny.

"I know that. You guys have been awesome the last few months. Thank you. Now let's get some sleep. We head for home tomorrow, and I don't know about the rest of you, but I haven't done any shopping for Festival. And with it only twelve days off...."

"Do you really think it's safe until after the holiday?"

"Yeah, Bren, I do. Ghost Rider holds the season sacred for whatever reason, and I don't think that will change. That date is almost four weeks away. I think we'll be okay til then."

"I hope so. It'll be nice to have a little quality family time. Goodnight, guys." The others responded, and they made their way to their own rooms through the connecting doors.

Randi lay in the quiet dark, thinking about the days to come, and wondering if Gwen was happy in her newfound love. She supposed she couldn't put off meeting the man forever. She decided to face him with the courage of the Marine she was, then disappear for the holiday. She didn't want Gwen to pity her and invite her along to whatever they had planned together. She was in for quite a shock.

"Good morning, little girl." Geoff's voice over the vid screen echoed in Gwen's still sleeping mind. Weird dream she thought as she burrowed deeper under the bedcovers.

"Gwen, time to get up dear," her mother's voice chided lightly.

"Go 'way," the bard muttered, still convinced she was asleep and dreaming the intrusions. She peeked out from under the blankets, noting that it was full daylight, and that her imagination was not playing tricks on her. Her folks *were* on the vid screen, waiting to talk to her. She fell face first back into the bed with a groan, and pulled the pillow down on top of her head.

The chuckling from her parents brought her sitting up in bed, running a hand through tangled blonde hair, and wiping the sleep from her eyes.

"Sorry, guys. Morning."

"Late night, hon?" Jill inquired with motherly interest. The dark circles under the bard's normally bright eyes were a matter of some concern to her.

"Hmm, no, not the way you mean. I just couldn't sleep. Happens sometimes." Happens a lot when Randi is gone, doesn't it? She shook her head to clear the internal dialogue. She could concentrate on that later. "So, what's up?"

"We just wanted to check in, make sure plans for Festival were set."

"Um, as far as I know, I'll be up early morning the day before, so we can attend the symphony that evening."

"Will you be coming alone?" Not really a tactful way to ask that question, Jill realized, but there was really no good way to ask it, either.

Blonde brows furrowed at the direction of the conversation. "I think so. Randi was supposed to come with me, but I haven't seen her in almost three months, and there is no one else I'd want to ask."

"So, there's no one new in your life?" There, now the question was out in the open.

"Huh?!? What are you... Oh, wait." Now thoroughly aggravated, she threw the cover off her and rose abruptly from the bed. She paced back and forth briefly trying to calm herself, and ran her hands over her face and through her hair again. "I don't fucking believe this," the bard muttered almost to herself. "Okay look, Scott and I are just colleagues and friends at work. Once in a while I get together with him and Tori for dinner. Somehow, I don't think his *fiancée* would be too thrilled if I invited him home for Festival.

"Well, dear, we'd heard...."

"Yeah, I can just imagine what you've heard, but it's not true. Scott and I are just friends, so are Tori and I, and they make a lovely couple. They're nice people. I'll be sure to introduce you on your next trip down."

"That would be wonderful. Thank you for telling us daughter, and don't be upset if we're concerned. It's a parent thing... we just want you to be happy."

"I am happy, Mom. Just tired," scratching her head. "I'm glad Festival is only seven days away."

"You go back and get some more rest, sweetheart. We'll talk to you later. Love you."

"Love you both, too." And Gwen severed the connection, and crawled back into bed. She didn't fall asleep immediately, though, thinking about the upcoming holiday. She hoped to see Randi soon, to invite her home again. And she fell asleep with a smile on her lips reliving happy memories of the previous Festival they had shared.

"What do you think Randi meant, then?" Jill asked her husband as they broke the comm link to Gwen.

"I think she heard the rumors, maybe saw something that could have been misconstrued, and made some assumptions based on those things. It fits with what we know." And it fits with Randi's profile as well.

"I suppose, though you'd think she would have just asked Gwen."

"Well, you heard what our daughter said. They haven't seen each other in almost three months. And knowing what we do about Randi and how reserved she is, can you really picture her approaching Gwen and just asking something like that outright?"

"No, you're right. Those two are enough to give me a headache sometimes!"

Well, baby," the man replied, wrapping still strong arms around a still slim waist, "if it makes you feel any better, they are seriously driving me to drink!" They chuckled together at the situation, and she patted Geoff's hands. He released her, and they wandered into the kitchen for a cup of coffee.

Gwen woke later in the day feeling much better. And hungry, not really surprised when she looked at the clock and saw it was nearly lunchtime. Hmm, quick shower, a bite to eat. Then I think I'll go see Ditto for a while, maybe run to Ella's and take a peek at the baby. Then, I'll just play it by ear. Nothing pressing to do today. All my Festival shopping is done. Hmm.

The bard climbed out of the bed, stretching languidly before heading to the bathroom. She didn't even bother to dry her hair when she stepped from the shower, choosing instead to simply pull it into a long braid. One of these days, I'm gonna cut this mess off, she groused, though half-heartedly. Some comfortable jeans, a T-shirt topped by a flannel button up, and she went to the kitchen barefooted to make a couple sandwiches. Finally completely dressed and fed, she left the apartment, and headed for the island.

It didn't occur to her to enter the house on her arrival. Generally, when she came to play with Ditto, she went straight around to the back, knowing the dog would hear her and join her there. She usually checked the house right before she left. So she got quite a surprise when she rounded the corner, and headed toward the dock.



Chapter XIII

Ditto was the first to spot Gwen as she rounded the corner, and to Randi's surprise, the dog flew up the dock toward the house instead of out into the water to retrieve the newly thrown stick. The Marine got up to see what had caused the shepherd to run away from her, and then really wished she hadn't when she saw her best friend frolicking with the puppy and headed toward her. Nowhere to go but straight ahead, Valiant. Suck it in. And she literally took and expelled a deep breath trying to calm herself for the confrontation she knew was coming... had been expecting since she'd returned home four days earlier.

The bard, for her part, was amazed to see Ditto outside, and her attention was focused on the dog for the first little bit. Gradually, though, she became aware of the blue eyes trained on her, and could see, even from a distance, sadness in the eyes, and tenseness in the stance. Well, let's go see if we can fix whatever is wrong.

She walked right into Randi's arms, hugging her tightly, and holding on until she felt the briefest return squeeze. The blonde looked up into eyes that were now shuttered against her, and felt her heart clench in reaction. What happened to her while she was gone to turn her away from me completely like this? The Marine gently removed herself from the bard's embrace.

"I missed you, Randi," said with a tremor in her voice. Her eyes watered up, but she refused to let the tears fall. The tall woman was so remote as to seem frigid, and Gwen did not want pity. She hesitated, afraid to ask, but scared not to," Are you still attending Festival with me?"

"Hmm. I hear congratulations are in order."

Confusion in green eyes. "Huh? What for?" This conversation was quickly going nowhere.

"I've been given to understand that you have a lover in your life, now. Somehow, I don't think he would welcome my participation as your Festival escort."

The bard nearly choked over her own tongue trying to get the words out of her mouth. "WHAT?!? Where in the hell did you hear something like that??"

"Are you saying it's not true?" The blue eyes became less closed, though still guarded and wary. She literally felt the pieces of her heart start mending themselves back together at the woman's response, though her mind chided her, remembering all too well what she had seen with her own eyes.

"Of course it's not true!! Don't you think I'd be aware if I had taken a lover, or gained a significant other?? At least, God, I hope I'd know something that important." She paused a moment, thinking about what Randi could have possibly heard. "Oh, wait. You heard this at Midas, didn't you? New guy, I was eating lunch with, working with, had to be having an affair with. Am I close?"

"Yeah, mostly. I, um, I did hear he was seen on bended knee in front of you, and kissing you just moments later." Not the whole truth of course, but close enough.

"Oh for the love of... we were working! Scott was having a block, and begged me, literally, to help him. We ran the scene he was struggling with... Damn! Ya know, if people would just mind their own fuc...." The bard stopped short in her raving when long arms engulfed her in a tight hug.

"I missed you, Little One," Randi admitted in a bare whisper.

Gwen forgot about her rant and returned the hug with equal abandon. "I missed you too, gunny." And Randi knew then that everything that could be was right in her world again. "So are you attending Festival with me?"

"If you still want me to."

A small hand landed on firm stomach muscles when Gwen tried to pop the Marine. "Ow! Of course I still want you to, silly. Why wouldn't I? Oh, because...."

"Yeah. I was sure...."

"Enough. It's over, and we're past it. So, are you, or not?"

"Yes, of course I am! I promised you, didn't I?"

"Yeah, you did, and you've never broken a promise to me."

"And I'm not gonna start now."

During this entire discussion, the two had stayed in one another's embrace, and it suddenly became clear to Gwen just how comfortable and safe she felt sheltered in Randi's arms. She pulled back a bit to look the taller woman in the face. "Are you up to dinner out with friends tonight? Cause I would really like you to meet Scott and his fiancée, Tori. They're lovely people. And I'll bet Tommy and Ella would love to go. Maybe Joey and Maria, and CL and Tony, and...."

"Whoa, whoa! Hang on there, slow down! Sounds like you're planning quite a party. Kinda late in the day, and too close to the holidays for an impromptu gathering like that, don't ya think?"

The bard stuck out an impudent tongue. "Nah, bet we could get everyone to bring something. Have an old-fashioned potluck dinner. Whaddya say?"

"Hon, if that's what you wanna do, knock yourself out. You know where the vid phone is."

It took Gwen less than thirty minutes to round up a majority of the "Gang", including the band members. They had been a little lost with Randi gone, and even though it wasn't Friday, they decided a bit of practice wouldn't hurt any of them.

They had decided out of consideration for Randall, that the get together would start early, and around four that afternoon, people started arriving at the island. Since Gwen had called her first, Ella had volunteered their place, and had encouraged the bard to invite the band when she learned what the blonde was planning. By four-thirty, everyone had arrived, and the two long tables that had been brought out for the occasion were full of food.

It was too soon for most folks to want dinner, so the band set up, and started slowly warming up. Within a few minutes, they seemed to have hit a stride, and went right into playing music. Forty-five minutes later, they were more than ready for a break. And that's when the guys started badgering Randi to sing with them.

"C'mon, Randi!"

"Yeah, sing with us."

"Guys...." not quite growling from the Marine.

"Raaaannndiii," whiningly.

"C'mon, please?"

"Please? Ya gotta."

"No, I don't gotta. Now drop it."

At this point, Gwen intervened, knowing Randi wouldn't tolerate this kind of badgering for very long. "C'mon, guys. Let it go for now. She'll let you know if and when she is ever ready to sing again." The smaller woman steered her companion over to a sheltered corner taking the larger hands into her own.

"You all right? I know you hate that."

"Yeah. Thanks for rescuing me, by the way," squeezing the small hands encased in hers.

"Any time, my friend. Any time."

Unnoticed by the two women, Scott and Tori stood next to Tommy and Ella watching the scene play out in front of them. "They are truly in love, aren't they?" commented Scott.

"Hmm. And everybody can see it but them."

Tori's brows disappeared into her hairline. "You're kidding me, right?"

"Nope," answered Ella. "There is actually a pool going at Midas about when those two will actually figure it out." Then with a look at Tommy, "And you'd better hope Randi never gets wind of it. That could be ugly."

"How long...?"

"Depends on what you are really asking. They've known each other for better than three years. How long they've been in love is another question again. Seems like forever."

The objects of their conversation ambled toward them. Gwen was anxious to introduce Scott and Tori to Randi. Randi was ready to see her little namesake again.

The Marine was actually pleasantly surprised by her response to the man she had been jealous of. She found herself liking him. She hadn't wanted to like him, her mind's eye still filled with the picture of him kneeling before the bard, of gently kissing her soft lips. But Scott was a genuinely nice individual, obviously very taken by his Tori.

So the two couples and Tommy were sitting together talking. Ella had excused herself to retrieve a now awake and hungry Randall.

"Is it true you sing, Randi?" from Scott.

The drummer drew her head up sharply, wondering where the question was coming from. She saw nothing but innocent inquiry in his expression, and decided to give him the benefit of the doubt, for now. But Gwen actually beat her to the punch.

"She sings beautifully, Scott, but only when she is moved to do so. Tommy made a vid of my birthday party several months ago, which I never got a copy of," now glaring at her boss. "Maybe you can get him to show it to you. Randi sang then."

Conversation came to a halt then, as Ella emerged from the house, and casually laid the baby in Randi's arms, and handed her a bottle of milk. Talk ceased at all the tables gradually, each taking in a tableau they had never expected in their lifetimes to see. Randi, for her part, was totally engrossed in the child she cradled, and Gwen watched the two in rapt fascination as she sat at the Marine's side, gently stroking the child's downy head.

Many looked on at the beautiful living family portrait sitting in from of them, and smiled at the picture they made. As the baby drew the last drops of his mother's milk from the bottle, discussion resumed quietly. No one wanted to make Randi self conscious of the beautiful scene that had all been witness to. The tall woman burped the boy, then passed him over to Gwen. Their eyes met briefly in an understanding their hearts shared, and their minds refused to acknowledge, until Randi returned to her drum set. The rest of the band joined her, and for another fifty minutes, they entertained the masses.

"Ya know, boss," commented the male bard to Tommy while the band was putting away its equipment, "this has been a lot of fun. You should do this for one of the Guild get-togethers sometime."

The head of Midas Enterprises stared at Scott as though he had grown two heads. He wondered why that had never occurred to him before. But now that he had been hit between the eyes with the idea, he knew exactly when he would utilize it.

"Um, Tommy, did I say something wrong?" A pensive question from Scott as the silence continued to lengthen while the other man stared at him like he was from another planet.

Tommy shook his head to clear it. "Hmm? No, sorry. An idea just sprang forth full-blown. You were saying?"

But whatever their conversation might have been about was dissipated as four women converged on their spot. Ella was returning from changing her progeny. Tori came back from retrieving a couple drinks, with Gwen doing the same. Randi dropped rather gracelessly into a small two-seater, wiping the sweat dripping from her with a towel Ella had had ready for her. She smiled gratefully at the blonde who handed her a regen drink, gulping it down as Gwen sat down beside her.

"Slow down there, soldier. You're gonna make yourself sick drinking like that."

Randi silently disagreed, but brought the bottle down anyway. If it made the bard feel better, she would sip it really fast. Tommy and Scott just looked at each other, eyes twinkling, then looked away again at the Marine's rather meek compliance to the blonde's request.

Eventually, people began to make their way to the tables to fill their plates with dinner. The murmur of conversation flowed as more folks sat down to eat. Randi and Gwen were among the last to serve themselves, with Tori and Scott directly in front of them. Again the bard felt a sense of familiarity watching the young couple together, but couldn't place her finger on just what that was.

"I think Gwen is starting to see the light," commented Ella to her husband now holding the sleeping baby.

"Oh? What makes you say that, love?"

"Little things, but mostly because she keeps glancing at Scott and Tori, and frowning, as though puzzling something out."

"And this means...?"

"She is seeing the similarities between the two of them, and she and Randi, I think. That's what it looks like to me, anyway."

"Well, I hope you're right. They deserve to be happy together."

The group was relatively quiet as they consumed their food. Gradually, eyes turned toward Gwen, all hopeful for a storytelling session. The Marine took the empty plates away while Gwen refilled their drinks. She was a little disturbed when, instead of joining her, Randi moved off to a private corner with Tommy. She decided to wait until they were finished with their business to start, and spent a few minutes just talking with the crowd.

"Are you sure?" the soldier whispered, though no one was near enough to hear them speak.

"Yep. Got the confirmation today." He looked at her worriedly when the furrowed brow remained. "I thought you'd be happy about this. It's a great honor."

The woman made an obvious attempt to put whatever was bothering her aside. "I know it is, T. I've just got a lot on my plate right now." Trying desperately to ensure she would be around then, and knowing that task was nearly impossible.

"Okay, I can understand that," glancing at her dubiously before continuing. "Would you be willing, the night before, to help host a party here for the whole Midas crew? Have the band perform, with you singing maybe the last set?"

Randi rubbed a hand across closed eyes. How could she promise something like this? How can I not? She heaved silent sigh, then nodded her head. "Sure, T. I'll do my best. But let's leave my singing a surprise, okay? The guys will be willing to practice with me another time when they know the reason."

"All right, Randi. However you want to work it will be fine. But I think we better discuss the details later. Your bard keeps casting glances this way, and I think they're waiting on us to start the stories." The man moved to sit next to his wife before the Marine could reply.

And just what would I have said to that anyway? *MY* bard?? Only in my dreams, Tommy. Only in my dreams. She moved to stand in the back of the room, as had been her habit, and was not a little surprised when Gwen moved from the platform and walked to stand in front of her. Without a word, she extended her hand, and Randi bemusedly took it, following her to the stage. The Marine hesitated when the bard started to lead her onto the stage itself.

"Come sit with me, please?" the blonde whispered quietly, a gentle pleading in her green eyes. Randi could no more deny her request than she could stop breathing. She did wonder what had prompted it, though. She silently nodded her agreement, and allowed the younger woman to pull her forward. She seated Gwen when they reached the edge of the platform, then took a seat beside her, close, but not quiet touching.

The bard couldn't have explained the need, the desire, to have the warrior sitting so near. But she was more relaxed and comfortable than she could remember herself being. And drawing a deep breath, she began her magic of weaving tales.

About thirty minutes into the telling, Randi held her empty glass up with a pointed look in Tommy's direction. The man smiled good-naturedly at her, and brought her two bottles of water as inconspicuously as possible. The Marine opened one, and gently nudged her companion. Gwen's eyes twinkled in appreciation when it was passed to her, and she gratefully drank a long draught before picking up her story.

"It's so interesting to watch her work," Tori whispered to Ella during some applause.

"Yes, and I don't think I've heard her tell the same story twice yet."

"It can be a bit depressing," from Scott.

"How so?"

"Well, let's just say she's incredibly gifted, blessed, even. When we were working the other day, she mentioned that she has so many tales left to tell that she will run out of time before they all get told. Depressing when you are struggling, or realize you *do* have limits."

"Hmm, I never thought about it like that. I'm sure she didn't mean anything by it."

"Oh, I know she didn't. And I'm thankful for the opportunity to work with her. It's incredible to watch that much creativity in action." And then their attention turned back to the stage when Gwen resumed speaking.

"I think the evening was quite a success," the bard commented to her silent walking partner as they strolled back across the island to the beach house. The temperature had dropped significantly since the sun had set, and they had moved out of the protected area near Tommy's house. Gwen wrapped her arms around herself in an effort to stay warm. She was pleasantly surprised when an arm dropped around her shoulders and pulled her close.

"Oh, you're nice and toasty," the bard exclaimed as the Marine's warm hands rubbed her arms briskly. "How do you do that?" Neither woman had thought to bring a jacket, since the day had been so nice. Gwen had to wonder why the cold didn't seem to be affecting her companion, though.

"Just hot blooded, I guess," Randi replied with a smirk. "And yeah, tonight was nice. You did a good job with the stories."

"Thanks for sitting up there with me," shyly, quietly.

"Umm." The brunette wasn't really sure what response to make to her blonde friend over that, and decided to stay quiet.

"So, did you have a good time?" the bard asked when she realized she had embarrassed the older woman.

"Yeah, I did. And you were right... your friend Scott and his fiancée are nice people. And Randall has grown so much. It was a good idea. Thank you."

"You're welcome, my friend. I'm glad you had a nice time." And she nonchalantly placed her arms around the tall woman's waist and stopped their forward motion a moment. She gave her a light squeeze before resuming the walk to the beach house, which passed in comfortable silence.

"It's late. You wanna stay here tonight?"

"You don't mind?"

"No, silly. You're still moving in in the next couple weeks, right?"

"If you still want me here," said a little bashfully.

"Don't be goofy. You belong here."

Gwen didn't say a word at this, but simply wrapped herself in the other woman's arms, soaking herself in the warmth of the embrace. They remained that way for a timeless moment, before the bard whispered, "Thank you."

"Anytime, Little One." Another very long minute pass before Randi said, "Best be heading off to bed. We both have to be at work pretty early in the morning."

The hug tightened between them once more before the bard whispered, "Goodnight, Randi." And she brushed her lips lightly against the tall woman's jaw, which tensed reflexively at the contact. The Marine held herself rigidly, wanting so badly to reach out to Gwen and confess the truth of her feelings. She watched silently as the blonde walked up the stairs and into her room without a backward glance. And when she was sure Gwen was out of hearing, she answered.

"Goodnight, Love."

The week passed by rather quickly. There was so much to do before Festival started, and Randi was playing catch up from being gone for the better part of three months. Gwen, for her part, was rushing home each night to pack up her things, in preparation for the move that was happening after Festival week was over. So, they barely saw each, except to say "hi" in passing. Even their lunchtime together was nonexistent.

The drummer had managed by Wednesday, to contact the other members of the band, and explain what she wanted to do, and that it needed to remain a secret. The guys were thrilled with the whole idea, and were more than happy to stay closed mouthed about it. They were all looking forward to the bard's reaction.

Gwen, meanwhile, was happy she, or rather Tommy, had rented a furnished apartment. She couldn't believe the amount of stuff she had accumulated in not quite a year of living there. Then she realized not all of her stuff was in the penthouse, as things had slowly been working their way to the beach house. She chuckled a bit, looking at the stacks of boxes surrounding her. Guess I need to go through all this stuff. I don't want to make Randi crazy, or make her think I'm crowding her out of her own place. But it was late on Friday night, and they were leaving for her folk's place early the next morning. It would have to wait until Festival was over.

Saturday morning didn't dawn so much as arrive, and when it arrived, it was cold, wet and gloomy. The rain was bad, but the wind just made it miserable. Blonde and brunette were silent until the shuttle was underway.

"That's an awfully small bag, Randi. You sure you've got enough for the week?"

"I'm not staying a week, Gwen. I'm coming back tomorrow."

"Excuse me?" Both eyebrows rose. "I'm sure I misunderstood what I thought I heard you say."

"No, you understood what I said. I'm coming back tomorrow."

"Why? I thought we were spending Festival together... *all* of Festival."

"No, I promised to be your escort, and that means tonight, and the last night I'll be by your side. But I...." she broke off, not wanting to lose her composure.

The bard swallowed hard, and realized how selfish she had been, was being. Thinking she understood the problem, she attempted to rectify the situation. "I'm sorry, Randi. I thought you wanted to be here with me. Wanted us to spend Festival together. I didn't know there was someone else in your life you needed to be with. When we get to the hub, why don't you just go on back home?" And here she stopped as she thought about all those boxes she had packed for no reason apparently. If there was someone new in her warrior's life, she couldn't be moving in with Randi now, could she? Wait a minute. *MY* warrior?? Where did THAT come from???

"Gwen, will you sit down a minute and listen to me?" Glad beyond measure she had hired a private shuttle for this trip. "I just wanted to go back for a day or two to spend it with Randall. I've already missed so much of his life. I don't want to miss his first Festival, too."

Oh... bu... um... I," The bard drew a deep breath and tried to compose herself. "Oh, Randi. I am so sorry. It didn't even occur to me that you might want to spend Festival at home. You go on back when we get...."

"Gwen, you're not listening, and you didn't let me finish. Now," placing two fingers over the bard's soft lips, "hush a minute, all right? Just listen."

The blonde nodded her head in compliance, and Randi removed her fingers, taking her hands instead.

"I *want* to spend Festival with you. I am very happy, proud, to be your escort. But I also want to spend a little of this special time with the baby. And I know you'd like some time with your parents. So I thought I'd come back for a day or two, then rejoin you. Okay?"

The storyteller nodded her head in agreement, then stopped as another thought dawned on her. It must have shown in her eyes, because Randi looked at her in concern. "You all right?"

She nodded again, biting her lip, then deciding to just take the plunge. "Would you mind... I mean, could I... um, can we... damn!"

The invective made the Marine's brow arch, but the flustered demeanor brought a smile to her features. She loosened her hands from the bard's grasp, and gently cupped her face. "Now," locking blue on green, "take a deep breath, and tell me what you're thinking."

Gwen let her hands fall to rest lightly on the taller woman's waist. She lost herself in that blue regard for a very long moment, then dropped her gaze to the floor. "It's nothing. Never mind."

"Gwen, look at me." A shake of the blonde head. "Gwen," playfully growling now, "don't make me get down on my knees here."

The bard couldn't help but chuckle a little at the visual that comment brought. She turned eyes sparkling up toward the Marine. "I dunno. I kinda like the thought of you having to look up at me for a change."

Got both eyebrows up on that comment. Then before she could take her next breath, Randi was on her knees in front of her, large hands neatly gripping her waist. Her hands fell to the Marine's shoulders just before she burst out laughing at the total absurdity of their situation.

Randi sank back on her heels; hands coming to rest on her thighs, watching Gwen try to catch her breath. An involuntary smile crossed her face, and it wasn't long before they were both laughing out loud. Finally, the two settled back down. The soldier moved from her spot on the floor to sit beside her friend who had resumed her place on the small couch.

"Now, you wanna tell me what you were stumbling over a few minutes ago?"

"I just thought, maybe, if you wouldn't mind we could come back together. I have something for Randall as well. I was just gonna give it to him when we got home, but...." She tapered off, feeling foolish for inviting herself along to a family gathering Randi obviously felt the bard was not part of. "It's all right. Never mind. I didn't mean to intrude on your family." And she would have moved away if not for the lightening fast reflexes of her Marine friend.

"Whoa! You and I obviously need to work on communicating. First of all, you *ARE* my family, as much as Tommy or Ella or Randall. And secondly, I assumed (stupid me!) that you'd want some time alone with your folks. I mean, we, um, you... haven't seen them since your birthday."

The smile that appeared on the bard's face at Randi's words about being family only grew wider as she listened. "Well, if you don't mind playing hostess, they could come back with us. They've been dying for a chance to see the new baby, but didn't want to butt in."

"Why didn't they... how come... but... oh for heaven's sake! Sometimes, I swear!" But then Gwen crawled into her arms and gave her the nicest hug, and she promptly forgot what her ranting had been about.

"So, we're all set then?" the bard whispered after a few minutes of peaceful contentment.

"Yeah. I think we've got a plan."

Shortly thereafter, they arrived at the hub, and the Goldmans were there to meet them. In very short order, they were on their way to the brownstone residence. Once inside, Geoff and Randi took the bags upstairs. He had gallantly offered to carry hers, but she just smirked at him, and preceded him up. He chuckled softly behind her as he followed. Gwen and Jill went directly to the kitchen to fix some fresh coffee.

"I'm so glad you got Randi to come up with you. After her talk with your father, I wasn't sure she'd be here."

When did Randi talk to Daddy? And why? Oh Artemis, this is getting so complicated.

You have NO idea, child, replied the goddess to herself when she heard the bard's thoughts.

"Hmm, well," not commenting on her mother's statement. "We're all going back tomorrow for a couple days. Unless you two can't get away." She noticed the stricken look on Jill's face. "We don't want to miss all of Randall's first Festival. Randi has already missed so much of the boy's life. She's determined not to miss this."

"Waitaminute." It became clear that she and Geoff were being counted among those going to spend part of Festival with Tommy's family. The surge of jealousy at Gwen's announcement faded away, and left Jill just a little dizzy. "We're *ALL* going down tomorrow???"

The bard nodded her head. "Yep. Randi told me on the way up. Ya'll said you wanted an opportunity to visit, and see the baby. This is the perfect time."

Jill was rapidly growing excited about this idea. "You're right! I'll thank Randi for the invitation, and accept it. Coffee's ready. Let's take it in the living room."

The Sabre and her elder counterpart had quickly stowed the luggage in the appropriate rooms, and returned to sit in front of the fireplace. Snow had started falling just as they entered the house, and the fire made for a warm, comforting atmosphere in the living room. Geoff sat down in an easy chair and the Marine chose the couch that was at a right angle to it. The arrangement made for easy, private conversation.

"Randi? Did the information I gave you help any?"

She was silent so long, the man was sure she wasn't going to answer. He opened his mouth to apologize for over stepping his bounds.

"Yeah," she whispered. "Yeah, it did. But please don't ask me any questions about it right now, Geoff. I don't have all the answers yet. There are still some things that don't make sense in this whole picture."

"Is there anything else I can do to help?" A cold chill of trepidation ran down his spine at the look of despair that flashed through the Marine's eyes at his low spoken question.

She hadn't planned to talk about this now. Hadn't planned to bring this up to him until much later, much closer to the time she had to leave. But as long as he'd brought it up, he had a right to know what to expect when the time came. She looked into his eyes, and unflinchingly met his gaze.

"When... if something... happens... to me...." She drew a deep breath and continued. "Watch out for Gwen for me, will ya? Be there for her. She'll... need you."

He looked at the woman in alarm at the calm manner in which she spoke of her death, and her assuredness of its happening. He leaned forward, and lightly grasped the clasped hands in front of him. "Randi, if anything were ever to happen to you, I promise you I'll be there for her. But, Randi, know this as well. If you were ever not able to come home to her, it would devastate her. Even now, her soul is tightly bound to yours. I'm not sure she would survive it."

"Yes, she would, Geoff," said in the barest whisper. "She's strong, and she'd have the love and support of friends and family. She'd be fine."

"I don't think so, Randi. Best if you don't ever give us a reason to find out." But even as the words tumbled from his mouth, he knew they were now living on borrowed time. His shoulders slumped.

It was into this strained silence that Jill and Gwen walked into. Jill, excited about the prospect of seeing the new baby, began chattering at her husband about their unscheduled trip south, heedless of the atmosphere in the room. Gwen, on the other hand, noticed the pall immediately, and went to sit at her friend's side.

"You okay?"

The Marine made a visible effort to gather herself together, and gave the bard a tremulous smile. "Yeah," she whispered hoarsely.

The blonde woman didn't believe her for a single minute, but knew when it was best to just let things go. "Okay. You want some coffee? Mom got Ella to send her some of our blend."

"That'd be nice, thanks."

Gwen patted Randi's hand, mildly surprised when the Marine curled long fingers around her smaller ones. She arched an eyebrow in unspoken question. "Thanks," the woman said simply.

"What for?"

"Caring. Not pushing me. Just being you."

The bard was caught speechless. She squeezed the fingers still held in hers, and lifted her other hand to gently stroke Randi's face. They looked at each other a timeless moment, before she broke her gaze, and moved to get their coffee.

Things got rather lively during coffee, as the discussion turned to Randall, and the Goldman's newly anticipated trip south to meet the boy.

"I thought we could leave after dinner tomorrow. That would give us a bit of time here, and still get us back before dark, so we'd have some time to spend there as well."

"Were those your original plans?" from Jill.

"Um, no ma'am. But...."

"No buts, young lady. You're not changing your plans just for us. Besides, we're pretty anxious to see the little rugrat. If you're serious about us coming along, we'll be ready whenever you need us to be."

"Actually, Jill... I, uh, I was just gonna play it by ear. It's a private shuttle. We don't have a set schedule."

"Then I have a proposition." All eyes turned to Gwen at her words. "Why don't we just head back after the symphony tonight?" We can sleep a bit on the shuttle, and we'll still have time to sleep a bit when we get home before we go see the Steeles."

Glances were exchanged and a decision was reached without a word being spoken. "Guess I'd better call Ella, and tell her to expect four more for dinner. Geoff, may I use the vid phone in the study?"

He started to nod, before Jill spoke up. "Wait, Randi. Are you sure this isn't gonna cause a problem for her?"

"No ma'am, but I'll ask. If it is, we'll do something else. Don't worry, Jill. We won't any of us be imposing."

"Very well. Come along then." And she nodded the Marine into the study before heading back downstairs to the kitchen.

Ella had actually been quite excited about welcoming the Goldmans back into her home. They had been so kind to both her and Tommy, and she had really enjoyed both occasions they had visited. And Jill had sent a cunningly wrought afghan for Randall when he was born. So Randi was reassured about their welcome on the morrow, and was just going to announce it when Jill poked her head out the kitchen doorway, and looked up the stairs at Randi.

"Hon, would you call the other two down for lunch, please?"

The tall woman ducked into the living room, and then halted when it seemed she was interrupting a private conversation. She stepped back out the door, and cleared her throat in the hallway before entering the room the second time.

"Um, Jill says lunch is ready," she reported, eyes cast toward the floor. Then the soldier turned to leave, until her own particular Circe called out to her.

"Hey, Randi! Wait for me." The bard took her friend by the arm, and guided her out the door to the stairs. Geoff watched them go with a smile on his face at the picture they made together. And Randi never found out what the conversation she had walked in on was about.

The rest of the day passed pleasantly enough. Gwen was glad her mother had already gotten her dress for the evening. The snow was falling very steadily, and it was as good an excuse as any for staying indoors together. They played a couple games, sat and talked for a while, but a majority of their time was spent curled up together on the couch, staring into the firelight. At one point, they actually dozed off together, and Geoff got several holo captures of them snuggled up asleep. It would be something to cherish in the weeks and months ahead.

When it was time to dress for the symphony, Randi found herself experiencing a bit of déjà vu. Two years had passed since she had stood in this room, in front of the same mirror, giving herself and her uniform a final once over.

She was pleased, for the most part, with what was reflected back to her. The uniform was as sharp and creased as it had ever been. There were two more braids and another medal since her last trip, but unless you looked closely, you couldn't tell.

The face, though. There were lines of experience that hadn't been there before. And her eyes... maybe it was just her, but her eyes seemed so old. As though they had seen and done everything, good and bad that a human being could undergo in several lifetimes. There is little to be done for it now. Let's just go show Gwen a wonderful evening, We don't have many left, especially like this. That thought brought a real chuckle to her lips. Because as much as she loved the bard, and as much as she really didn't mind accompanying her to these formal functions, she absolutely hated the fuss and formality of this uniform. But like the good Marine she was, she stood proudly conscious of who she was while she wore it.

Randi gathered up her gloves and tucked them into her belt, then snatched up her cape and hat, and open the door. And got a second wave of déjà vu, as Gwen stepped out of her room at the same time, and they halted, as they had before, just staring at each other. So devastatingly gorgeous in that uniform, and even more awards than the last time I saw her in it. Oh, Randi, what hold do they have on you, my friend?

The bard wore a white gown this time that left her shoulders and a goodly portion of her back bare. On her arm lay her coat. The Marine reached and took the coat from her, then offered her arm to escort the bard down stairs.

When they reached the second floor, the waiting Mr. And Mrs. Goldman simply nodded for the two younger adults to precede them to the next level. Arriving on the first floor, Randi held out the blonde's coat, and Gwen allowed the soldier to wrap the garment around her. Then she waited for the cape to settle over broad shoulders before moving to secure it. In short order, they were ready to leave, and stepped out briefly into the snowy night, before being whisked away for a night at the symphony.

Randi had managed to put Sal out of her mind right up to the time he saw her and Gwen step out of the transport together. Her groan made the bard smile.

"Buck up, soldier!" the blonde said with a smile in her voice and on her face. Then she turned to greet the portly man and his wife. The Marine put on her best no nonsense military face, and returned respects cordially.

"Looking good there, Sergeant. Got a couple more awards there, I see. Time for a new picture, maybe? Especially since Gwen looks the part of the bride tonight."

Randi was saved from replying as Dei joined them at precisely that moment. "SALVADOR!!!! What did I tell you about bothering Gwen and her Marine? Now let them be before you upset the applecart."

"But, Dei, I wasn't bothering them," the man whined. At the same time, different thoughts were flashing through blonde and brunette minds.

MY Marine???

Part of the bride??? And why, *WHY* did he have to notice the extra awards? And why did he have to comment on them? No one else has said a word. Damn!

"Dei, it's okay. He really wasn't bothering us," the bard reassured her friend. Deiannera looked to Randi for confirmation. The Marine didn't comment, but she didn't look too displeased, and the woman let it go to usher her brother and sister-in-law in to take a seat. Rico and his date met them at the entrance, merely waving at the Goldman party before going inside.

Geoff came up to stand beside the tall woman, and spoke to her in sotto voce. "You showed remarkable restraint, my friend. They're nice people, but sometimes his enthusiasm...."

"... gets on your very last nerve. I know."

"Funny the things we put up with for love, isn't it?" he whispered so only she could hear. He then turned to offer his arm to Jill who had just finished talking to her daughter, not giving the Marine a chance to reply.

"Randi, you okay?" Gwen asked softly, seeing the completely dumbstruck look on her friend's countenance.

"Huh?" she answered dazedly. Very seldom was she completely blindsided, but Geoff had managed to come around a corner unexpectedly. "Oh, yeah," making a visible effort to collect herself. "Musta zoned there for a minute. Sorry. You ready?" The woman gallantly offered her arm to the smaller woman, and gestured toward the door where the Goldmans stood waiting.

"Absolutely." And together they moved as one toward the symphony.

"Did you hear all the whispers when Gwen and Randi entered the Hall tonight, dear?" Geoff commented to his wife as they changed clothes much later that evening. They were leaving out as soon as they were all comfortably dressed. Randi had declared there was no way she was traveling in dress blues, and they all agreed they could spare twenty minutes to be comfortable.

"Oh yeah. Complete silence at their initial appearance. Then wildfire. It was kinda funny." They smiled at each other.

"Yeah. But I don't think they even noticed, they were so wrapped up in each other." He sobered, then sat to put on his shoes.

"What's wrong, love?"

"Nothing, love. Just tired, I think. My back is bothering me a bit." He put her off. There was no way in hell he was going to explain how little time he suspected Gwen and the Sabre had left together. He could only hope he was wrong.

"You gonna be okay to travel?"

"Yeah. Randi said it was a private shuttle, and we'd have a place to lay down for a bit."

"As long as you're sure," she inquired, hefting the bag.

"I'm sure." He felt guilty about her taking the luggage, for even in this day and age chivalry wasn't completely dead. But he didn't want to blow his story. Of course, she only made it out of the room, before the bag was being gently removed from her grasp by the Marine. And within half an hour, the shuttle was on its return trip south.



Chapter XIV

It was still very early in the morning when the shuttle landed on the private pad Randi directed the pilot to. The questions were there, but the Marine made it clear that asking them was a bad idea. The four of them walked the relatively short distance from the pad to the dock together.

"You sure you don't want me to take this down for you?" the brunette inquired solicitously. Geoff and Jill had the only bag, so it wasn't a real problem for Randi to carry.

"No, hon, thanks. I've got it just fine. It's sweet of you to offer, but we can manage. You girls go on up to the house now and get into bed. It's late, and we've got a long, busy day for Festival."

There wasn't much either younger woman could say against that statement, though Jill's wording had caused twin blushes... unnoticed by each other, but obvious to the two parental onlookers. The two women stood together until the Goldmans reached the boathouse doorway, and keyed in their password. Then they waved goodnight, and continued their trek to the beach house.

Ditto was glad to see them, though not enough to do more than wag her tail at their arrival. Randi merely shook her head, and Gwen muffled a chuckled. With a whispered goodnight, they separated, and tumbled into their beds. Both were sound asleep before heads hit the pillows.

It was full daylight, though still not terribly late by the rest of the world's standards, when the Marine opened her eyes the next morning. She stretched, secretly glad for the warm up pants and sweatshirt she still had on, as she'd never actually managed to get past removing her shoes before she fell into bed. She'd never crawled under the cover either, and it was just a bit chilly this morning.

Smiling happily to herself, she got up, scratching the dog behind her ears for several long minutes before heading toward the shower. Once done, she dressed, and placed a call to Ella, letting the other woman know they had arrived safely, and establishing a meeting time. Then she went to the kitchen to fix some coffee.

Her first cup was a mere memory, and she was well into her second when a knock at the French door sounded. A glance showed her Geoff standing there huddled against the cold wind coming off the water, and she beckoned him inside.

"Good morning, Geoff. Cold out?"

"Morning, Randi. Let's just say it's a little brisk." He grinned at her, his rosy cheeks and red nose giving him away.

"Uh huh. You want some coffee to chase the brisk away?" She held up her own cup.

"If you've got it to spare, it would be greatly appreciated."

"There's plenty, and I can always make more if it's needed." She went into the kitchen and pulled down another cup. She turned to get the creamer out of the fridge, when she found herself with an armful of bard. Gwen, having woken to the smell of coffee, tramped down the stairs, headed straight to the kitchen. She never even noticed her father sitting in the living room, now regarding the scene before him bemusedly. Instead, she buried herself in Randi arms, which had wrapped around her reflexively, and now cradled her close.

"G' morning," she mumbled, still not fully awake. A light kiss at the top of her head garnered a sleepy smile. "Happy Fest'val."

"Good morning, sunshine. Coffee?"

The blonde head nodded up and down once, then the arms tightened briefly a second time before the bard stepped back a pace. It was then that she noticed the third cup on the counter.

"A little thirsty there?" taking her first sip with something akin to relief.

"Hmm?" Randi pulled her head and the creamer from the fridge, and noticed the direction of the bard's gaze. "Oh, no. That's for your dad."

Blonde brows scrunched as the bard processed this information. "Daddy? Why does he need a cup of coffee?"

"Because it's cold out this morning, and he walked up from the boathouse."

The golden skin turned red under the blush Gwen suffered. Then she drew a deep breath, and shrugged in an attempt of nonchalance. "Oh, okay." Then she walked into the living room, and sat down on the couch near him. "Good morning, Daddy." And she gave his cheek as little kiss. "Happy Festival."

"Good morning, daughter. Happy Festival." Nothing more was said, until Randi re-entered the room. Gwen had gotten up to unlock the vid screen, and was searching through the different channels when the Marine walked in. Geoff watched in fascination, knowing what a revelation it was about their unspoken commitment that his daughter had such free access to Randi's life. Sabres tended to be very secretive, except within their own ranks, and every one he had ever met had security measures beyond belief. And the evidence in front of him pointed to the fact that Gwen was all the way in the door. But even as he came to this conclusion, he realized the bard had no idea what a significant gesture it was. Randi was stubborn, and short of breaking faith, he saw no way around her determination to keep Gwen in the dark about her feelings.

He was brought out of his musings, by the cup of coffee that appeared in front of him, and the blonde who plopped down next to him. Randi took a chair off to the side, giving her a view of both the portrait and fireplace to her right, the vid screen to her left, and the French doors straight ahead. It was times like this she was grateful Ella had thought to buy dual sofas and chair sets for this big room.

"I love this choir," Randi commented as she seated herself. "They have the most amazing harmonies, and to listen to them a cappella... Thanks for choosing this, Gwen."

"You're welcome," the blonde answered with a smile. "We have almost always watched this on Festival morning. It is one of my favorite memories growing up. I always wanted to be a musical part of this group, but I don't sing well enough. I have been able to be part of it as the storyteller, though." Her eyes unfocused as she revisited those times for a brief moment.

"Have you really? I never knew that!" The Marine's voice was slightly accusatory. She couldn't believe she had missed something this important.

The bard chuckled. "Well, it's been a while. Before my Army enlistment."

"Yes, but you've been offered the chance to do it several times since your military service was over," Geoff contributed.

"You turned down the opportunity to do the Festival reading with these guys? Why??"

Gwen shot her father a very dirty look before turning her attention back to Randi. "Because I wanted to spend Festival here." It was a huge confession, and well she knew it.

"Oh," was the only answer the tall woman could make, having been caught completely off guard. She swallowed, then cleared her throat. "Promise me something?" Geoff felt as though he had disappeared from the room, simply an observer to the scene in front of him.

"Sure." No hesitation, no questions. Randi wavered under the trust she found in the green eyes regarding her.

"If, um, if you get the opportunity to do this next year, will you please take it?" She paused as Gwen started to tear up, thinking the Marine was trying to get rid of her at the most important time of year. Randi continued quickly, sensing the reason for the look of hurt confusion. "I'd like to see you be a part of this." You are such a fraud and liar, Valiant. You're not gonna be around long enough to see it, and you damn well know it. But it doesn't change the fact that I'd still really like to, does it? The wistful thought brought her internal argument to a screeching halt, and returned her attention to the small woman in front of her.

"All right. I promise." Her smile was blinding in its clarity.

Geoff wisely held his tongue.

The program was almost over when Jill made her appearance at the beach house. Randi quietly motioned her in, and got up to get her a cup of coffee.

"Brrr. I thought we left the cold weather up north. Oh, I love this choir."

"We do get the occasional cold day, Jill. Thankfully, though, not often."

Silence reigned in the room until the music was over. Then Gwen rose, stopping to wish her mother a happy Festival, before moving upstairs to take her shower. Then quiet ensued once more, and though not uncomfortable, it made Randi want to squirm. Finally, she broke it.

"Um, we don't need to be over to Ella and Tommy's until lunch time. Would ya'll like to visit the temple with me? Or would you prefer to stay here? You're more than welcome to do either. Whatever you're comfortable with."

"Are you sure we don't need to help Ella with lunch preparations? I hate to take advantage, and not helping really feels that way."

"No. I offered, believe me," rubbing her finger in her ear. "She made it very clear all we were to do was show up on time."

Geoff chuckled. "Somehow, I don't find that too hard to believe."

"Well, then, I for one would be happy to join you at temple. When do you want to leave?"

Randi looked at the loft. "Probably about twenty minutes, but let me check with Gwen." She mounted the stairs without a backwards glance.

Jill waited until the tall woman had been admitted into the inner sanctuary, before turning to her husband. "They are just like an old married couple, aren't they? It would almost be funny, if it weren't so sad. They're so cute together."

"Yeah, they are," sadly. Then he rose from his place on the couch. "C'mon, old married woman. Let's rinse out these cups, and go get ready for temple. A very busy day has begun." He lowered a hand to help her up. She reached up and pinched his butt instead.

"Watch who you call old there, old married man. I still got enough to take you, if I've got a mind to." She muffled a laugh at the shocked expression on his face. It turned into an out and out laugh when he rubbed the spot she had pinched. He smiled at her.

"That you do, my love. That you most certainly do. Now c'mon." And he did help her up this time, and they made their way into the kitchen.

Randi, meanwhile, was having her self-control severely put to the test. When Gwen bade her enter the bedroom, she'd assumed, however incorrectly, that the bard was dressed or nearly finished. She was stunned speechless to know how false that assumption had been. The bard was standing in the doorway of the bathroom, clad in what had to be the skimpiest towel in the house. Breathe, Valiant, breathe. Not really, it was a full bath sheet just like every other towel was, but the sight was so unexpected, Randi was ill prepared to cope with the effects of the smaller woman so undressed.

Why is this bothering me so? I've seen her in less, thinking of the many times they spent on the beach in tiny swimsuits. And those only to preserve Gwen's modesty. The Marine was quite candid and open about her body around the place otherwise, but didn't want to make her friend duly uncomfortable. She had no idea that a certain love goddess was watching this scene play out with great expectation.

"Ahem," clearing her throat, and trying desperately to keep her voice near its normal pitch, "Sorry. I'll come back in a few minutes after you're dressed. I didn't mean to interrupt."

"No, that's okay," the bard replied, exiting the bathroom and entering the closet straightaway after checking her makeup one final time. "Take a seat on the bed. You can talk to me while I get dressed."

She tried to resist Gwen's efforts to seat her, but her heart wasn't in it, and she found herself staring at a sculpted back and tight ass in the mirror as the blonde dropped the towel upon entering the closet. OH, this is NOT good. This is NOT good at all. Damn! She is so beautiful. Oh goddess, must you torture me so?? She realized Gwen had no idea that she could be seen from this angle, as the door was more than partially shut. Just not enough to protect the bard's modesty from where Randi sat.

The Marine knew the smart thing, the *honorable* thing, to do would be to get up and leave the room, because from where she was sitting, she had a perfect view of a breathtakingly beautiful, naked bard. A bard who was apparently unaware she was being observed, because Randi was being treated to a complete picture of that body. She tried closing her eyes, but that certainly didn't help matters. Her mind's eye was more than happy to present her a full color image.

The Marine pressed a fist to her lips to keep from embarrassing herself by either saying something she shouldn't or moaning out loud. But she found herself unable or unwilling to move from her spot, enjoying the guilty pleasure of looking at her friend naked. Finally, Gwen found what she was looking for, and after slipping on underclothes, and pulling a sweater on, she peeked her head out the closet door. Randi had had just enough time to remove her fist from her mouth, and was rubbing her face with her hands when the bard spoke.

"Hey, you okay?"

"Hmm?" clearing her throat once more. "Yeah. Got up too early this morning, I think. Actually, I came up to find out when you'd be ready to go to temple?"

The bard had moved back into the closet, and was stepping into a pair of black slacks. "Give me another five minutes and I should be ready."

"Okay, let me run tell your folks."

"All righty. Meet ya downstairs."

Oh boy, Valiant. It's gonna be a llllloooooonnnnnngggg day.



And somewhere high above, a goddess was stomping her feet in pure, unadulterated frustration.

Temple was, in and of itself, quite an interesting experience. In the three and a half years she had known the Marine, and in the numerous times they had attended temple together, Gwen had never seen Randi so fidgety before. The woman couldn't seem to find a comfortable position, and squiggled and squirmed all over the place until the bard placed her hand on a jumpy leg. Then the soldier froze. For the rest of their communion, the tall woman hardly dared to breathe. She wasn't sure if it was because she was afraid Gwen was gonna leave her hand there, or because she was afraid the blonde would pull it away. In the end, it stayed in place til they stood to leave.

"What was up with you?" the bard queried as they walked slowly toward the altar to light a candle for each of Randi's parents. "I've never seen you so antsy."

Brilliant, Valiant. Absolutely incredible. Can't tell the woman she's got you so hot and bothered you wanna jump her bones. She answered herself. Because it wouldn't be fair to her. Great, now I'm arguing with myself, and I'm losing. They'll lock me up for sure. Because, STUPID, I don't want to hurt her. And loving and leaving is not my style... not anymore, and *Never* with her.

"Hello? Hello?? Randi? Are you all right?" Blue eyes tracked to concerned green ones, which warmed as the Marine's focus sharpened. "There you are. Where'd you go?"

"No place special. Just thinking about my folks," she lied, sending an apology to her parents for using their memory that way. "I still miss them." A true enough statement, and as she thought about it, she found herself really missing them a lot, and wishing they could have met the woman at her side. They would have loved Gwen, she was almost sure. And they would have made friends of Geoff and Jill, just as she had. She smiled at that thought. "They would have liked you, Gwen, and they would've liked your folks. Thanks for sharing the day with me."

"There's no where else I'd rather be." When the bard placed her small hand into the soldier's larger one, Randi could feel the love between them. And strangely, the sexual frustration was gone for the moment, replaced by that love. She knew the other would return full force with a vengeance later, but for now what she held in her hand was more than enough. She was content.

"Nice try, Dite. But it's been millennia since we've run into a will as strong as hers."

"I know," the goddess pouted. "If I didn't like her and the little one so much, I'd... I'd... well, I don't know what I'd do offhand, but it'd be grody, let me tell you that. I can't like understand why she's so resistant to it. She wants it so badly she can totally taste it."

"You *know* why. And you also know what the new rules say. We can't afford to break them. We almost disappeared, as did many of our fellows, because we were so sure we were right. And mankind grew tired of our arrogance. No interference, Dite."

"I know, and I won't. But it hurts to watch this sometimes."

"It has to be up to them."

"It will be. Even at the beginning, I never forced love on anybody. Love has always been a choice. I just hope they make the right one." The lack of slang, and the quiet whisper said more about Aphrodite's sincerity than any words she could have said. Her sisters left her alone to contemplate the couple still seen in her scrying bowl.

The quartet didn't head back to the beach house, but instead went straight over to Tommy's when they left Temple. They didn't even have the chance to knock, for the frazzled man had spotted their approach, and happily opened the door, and dumped an extremely unhappy Randall into the Marine's arms. He glared at her when the child immediately quieted. "I hate you," he muttered in a grinning aside to her, as he welcomed the others warmly into his home.

Geoff and Jill tried very hard not to stare at the startlingly unexpected picture now standing in front of them. The look of gentle love present on the hard-bitten Marine's face as she crooned to a now contented baby made her more than beautiful. But when Gwen walked casually over to join them, saying hi and softly talking to Randall, they did stare, until tears clouded their vision, and they had to look away.

"It is a sight to behold, isn't it?" Ella questioned them as she walked over to greet them. Then louder, "All right, Randi." The woman looked up startled. "What's the big secret? He's been howling since he got up this morning. Now you waltz in here, and he's happy as a clam. It's a conspiracy, isn't it?" Ella accused in mock anger, though the twinkle in her eyes belied her serious tone.

Randi just looked smug. "It's a secret, between Randall and me."

"Uh huh. Just for that, you get diaper duty today."

"Oh... um, uh...."

A tug on her sleeve made her look down into grass colored eyes looking up at her. "I'll help," the bard whispered to her conspiratorially.

"Thanks," the Marine whispered back.

Randi and her little namesake took a seat on the couch near the Goldmans, and Gwen sat next to them on the arm. The soldier offered to scrunch them all together so the bard would actually fit on the seat, but Gwen was more than happy with her position on the arm. It afforded her a good view of Randi, the baby, and her parents, no one was unduly squashed, and she was still next to her friend and Randall.

Ella had left with a chuckle at Randi's speechlessness over her impending diaper duty, and Tommy excused himself momentarily to help his wife finish up dinner preparations. The Marine felt it a good time to introduce her namesake to Gwen's parents.

"Geoff, Jill... this is Randall Thomas Steele. Randall," looking the baby squarely in the eyes, "this is Mr. and Mrs. Goldman. They are good people, good friends. You be nice to them, okay?"

It tickled the two older adults to hear the Marine talk so straightforward to the infant, but he apparently understood her quite well. He didn't utter a sound as he was passed from one set of arms to another, and he blinked at them in seeming understanding.

After several 'get acquainted' minutes, the boy started to get fussy and was passed back to the Marine's waiting arms. She looked up at the bard again and raised a brow in silent inquiry. The blonde shook her head.

"No, not until he settles down again. I'm not messing with what's working!"

The room cracked up with this pronouncement, and Tommy and Ella, who'd been standing in the doorway together when it was made, laughed harder than the rest.

"Ain't it the truth, sister," Ella proclaimed. "Ain't it the truth! Ya'll come on in for dinner. It's time to eat."

"Um, Ella, I think the boy may be ready to eat as well," Randi commented, watching the infant sucking hard on his tiny fist.

"Hmm, well, if ya'll will excuse me then...."

"Wait, Ella." Jill spoke up. "There is no reason, unless you prefer to nurse privately, why you can't join us at the table. We're all adults here, for heaven's sakes."

The woman looked around the table of family and friends, and nodded. "I'll be right back." A brief minute passed, and when she returned, the child was covered and nursing at her breast.

It didn't take long for talk around the table to give way to the very serious business of eating. Ella excused herself, and returned again shortly, having moved Randall to the other side. As the eating slowed, conversation resumed. And in a lull, they heard a whining at the back door.

"Ditto?" The Marine rose from her seat and moved to open the door. She stopped the shepherd from entering as the dog's smell assaulted her. "Phew, girl! What have you been doing?? You stink!" The canine barked intermittently for a minute or so, then sat quietly. "Yes, well, I missed you too, but you need a bath first." Ditto's head dropped at the mention of a bath. "Go on home. We'll be there shortly, an after your bath we can play a bit, all right?" The dog's ears perked up at that, and with one sharp bark, she headed to the beach house.

The Marine turned around and almost ran into Ella, who had removed the suckling child from her bosom, and was in the process of trying to straighten her clothing. Unceremoniously, she placed the dozing infant in Randi's arms with a command. "Go change him, and put him down, please. It's nap time."

The brunette looked back at her, horrified, trying to determine her seriousness. Ella's shooing motions assured the Marine it was no joke, and Randi made her way slowly to the nursery. Fortunately, Gwen had heard the whole exchange, and excused herself from the table to help her beleaguered companion. The rest saw it as an opportunity to move elsewhere. The men volunteered for cleanup duty, and the two wives moved their discussion into the living room.

When Gwen entered the baby's room, troubled blue eyes gazed up at her and pleaded, "Help?" The bard took pity on her and gently moved her to one side. The Marine moved herself to stand slightly behind and observe over the shorter woman's shoulder. Six swift skilled moves later, Randall was clean and dry, and gazing adoringly up into emerald colored eyes. He gave the bard a sleepy smile, and the one she gave in return lit up the whole room. Randi moved to stand in the doorway unnoticed, while the storyteller sat in the room's single rocking chair, and began to weave a tale of magic and intrigue for her tiny audience.

The baby fell asleep less than halfway through the story, and the bard silently rose and placed him in his crib. She joined Randi at the door, and with one last look at the boy, they exited the nursery together.

"So, how does the story end?"

"Huh?" Her mind had already moved on to other things.

"The story that you were just telling Randall? How does it end?"

"Guess you'll just have to show up for the other sessions to see, now, won't you?" The twinkle in Gwen's eyes made the Marine growl in frustration. The bard laughed.

Knowing that everyone was pretty well content to stay put and relax after the huge meal they had eaten, Randi made to excuse herself for a while. She promised to return after Ditto's bath and a bit of playtime.

"She smells like dead fish, or worse. So I really need to get her clean soon. I don't want the whole beach house to smell like that for the next few days. Besides, I've been a little neglectful of her lately."

"She's been around here everyday for a bit at least, so whatever she got into happened fairly recently... like since yesterday. And we've been playing with her a bit. Randall squeals when he sees her," Tommy supplied helpfully. "But go on. We'll all still be here in a couple hours when you get back."

"But, don't you come in all wet and stinky," Ella warned. "Randall will be up by then."

The group chuckled at the implied threat, and Randi made her move toward the door. She was brought up short when a small hand slipped into her larger one.

"Mind if I come along?"

"You're always welcome, Gwen. You know that."

The two walked silently back to the beach house, needing no words between them. The German shepherd was waiting patiently outside the door. Randi punched in the key code, then motioned the blonde, then the dog ahead of her into the house. Ditto walked straight to the partial bath, knowing the sooner this part of the ritual was over, the faster they would get to the treats and playtime part.

The Marine detoured into her room momentarily, coming back out pulling up the strap on a sleek one-piece Speedo. A blonde brow rose in confusion. "Trust me, it works better all the way around this way."

Randi stepped into the bathroom, then over the short step into the tiny shower stall. "C'mon, Ditto. Let's go, girl." The puppy pleaded and whined to no avail for about thirty seconds, then dropped her head and tail and stepped in behind her mistress. Randi called out the water temperature she wanted, and when it was reached, the shower came on automatically. Ditto hung her head resignedly, and allowed the washing to commence, actually enjoying the extra attention the Marine lavished on her during this ritual. It wouldn't do to admit that, though. Dogs were supposed to *hate* baths.

In relatively short order, the shepherd was pronounced fresh and clean by her very pleased owner, and sent out draped in a towel to the waiting blonde. The dog stood stock-still while the bard patiently dried and brushed her coat. She licked the fair cheek in thanks, and received a hug and a treat in return.

By this time, Randi had cleaned up the mess in the bathroom and the tracks on the floor, and had gone into her own bathroom to clean herself up. She came out to see the puppy on her back, legs twitching in pleasure and tail wagging as Gwen vigorously scratched her belly.

"Hey, can anybody get in on this?"

Two heads popped up, then the dog shot up. Her exuberance knocked the Marine flat on her ass, and Gwen laughed out loud at the sight it made. Randi got a second face washing, then finally managed to remove the shepherd from her chest.

"A little help here would be appreciated," with a pointed glare in the bard's direction. This just threw the bard into more gales of laughter. The dog, thinking it was all part of the game, turned her attack on the bard and knocked her down and sliding across the floor. Now it was Gwen's turn for a doggy tongue face wash, and Randi's turn to howl in laughter. Of course, the bard was laughing so hard she could neither move the dog nor call for help. Instead, she grabbed the taller woman by the ankle, and yanked, toppling her balance. She forgot to consider, however, that she was going to be at the bottom of this particular doggy pile, and emitted a loud "OOF" when Randi landed somewhat on top of her and Ditto. The Marine had managed to shift most of her weight to one side when she realized what was happening.

It was to this somewhat tangled web of humanity and dog that the Goldmans walked into shortly thereafter. They had come to retrieve their coats, as Tommy had invited them out for a little spin in the boat. Randi didn't know whether to be angry or thankful. She decided to be thankful, as her self-control seemed to be less and less in control these days.

Since it was going to be a short trip, they all grabbed their coats, and Ditto stood waiting for them at the doors. She never missed an opportunity to ride on the boat.

As it turned out, the dog got two rides. It was too cold for the baby to go, so Ella sat with him while Tommy took Randi and the Goldmans out for a bit. Then Randi and Gwen stayed behind so she could ride and look at the mainland decorations as well. It had become something of a tradition for Tommy and Ella, and she was secretly glad Randi had insisted she go out, even though she had protested it wasn't necessary.

Randall awakened while his mama was out. Gwen watched in awe at the way the small bundle responded to the otherwise fierce Marine, and at how the other woman seemed to soften around the baby. The three of them sat in contented silence while Randi fed the infant from a warm bottle Ella had left for him, just in case.

It was quite a picture they made together when the Goldmans and the Steeles walked in on them somewhere very close to moonrise. Gwen was sitting in the corner of the sofa, head back and tilted slightly down, sound asleep. One hand was tangled in the dark hair sprawled across her lap, the other draped protectively over the taller woman's shoulders. Randi, for her part, was lying with her head in the bard's lap. Also sound asleep. Both arms were wrapped firmly around the baby sleeping soundly on her chest. Tommy managed to capture the moment several times before Ditto interrupted the tableau by putting her frozen nose on Randi's warm neck. The woman's eyes shot open, but she didn't move or make a sound. The others were amazed, but Geoff recognized how very thorough her training was right then. He was impressed.

The rest of the evening passed in quiet conversation, remembering past Festivals and eating leftovers. Jill and Geoff took turns holding Randall until bedtime, and remarkably, he was well behaved for them as well.

"It the law of nature, dear," Jill told Ella. "They're* supposed* to give you grief. It's all part of the mother's curse." The room broke into muffled chuckles at Ella's rolled eyes and disgusted sigh. The party broke up shortly afterwards.

The walk back to the beach house was quiet, and each one of them was caught up in their own thoughts. They were each thankful for the jackets or coats they wore, as the sea wind was stiff and cold. Ditto ran ahead, and was waiting by the door like a sentinel when they arrived. With a quick goodnight, Geoff and Jill broke off, and went straight to the boathouse. It had been a long, exhausting day, and they still had a lot they wanted to do before they headed back up north day after tomorrow.

Randi and Gwen headed back up to the house. They were anxious to exchange Festival gifts, which they had agreed to do once they were alone. So they entered the beach house, and the Marine flipped on the fireplace. Ditto moved to her customary place in front of it and stretched out to sleep. The two women split up and went to their rooms to fetch their gift.

The bard came downstairs hesitantly with a box. Randi left her gift leaning against the doorjamb on the inside of her room, and moved toward the couch. "Would you like to open your gift first?" a bit shyly.

"Um," biting her lip, "I thought we'd open them together."

"Well, we can, but, uh, well, you're kinda gonna know what yours is when I bring it out."

A look of confusion crossed Gwen's face and she set the box down on the sofa. "Okay, I can go first, I guess."

"Okay, then. Close your eyes." The blonde obliged, and Randi reached for the long cylindrical object resting near to hand. "Do you remember a conversation we had a few months back?"

The bard's brow crinkled in thought as she waited for a little more detail. Finally, exasperated, "Randi, you wanna help me out here a little more? We have had more than one conversation in the past few months, ya know."

"Oh, right. Sorry. I thought you were still thinking about it. Anyway, when I was doing some of my weapons drills with the security team at Midas. Do you remember?"

Gwen cast back in her mind, and finally lit upon the talk her friend was referring to.



Randi had had her security teams alpha and beta come together one Saturday

morning for training. After warming up, and working on some hand to hand,

the Marine had brought out a bundle of staves. The bard, who had accompanied

her friend, watched in fascination as the classes did their practice routines

in perfect synchronization. Then she sat enthralled as they came at their

instructor, singly, in pairs, and in small groups, and with nothing but a staff of

her own, Randi kicked butt and took names.

It had taken Gwen most of the remainder of the day to get up the courage to

ask about what she had seen. But Randi had offered to teach her, and get her

a staff suited to her. Then the Marine had disappeared for three months and

the bard had assumed she had forgotten.

The blonde opened her eyes, just as Randi pulled a beautiful, dark wood carved stave from her room. She stared in awe at it for several silent minutes before whispering, "Oh, Randi." The tears rolled unheeded down her cheeks. "It's beautiful. Thank you." Impulsively, she kissed her, and hugged her neck so tightly the Marine was in danger of passing out from lack of oxygen, if not flaring hormones. Instead, she reached down, and engulfed the bard in a smothering hug of her own, lifting the smaller woman completely off the ground.

"I love you, Gwen. Happy Festival."

"I love you too, Randi."

They slowly separated, and Gwen turned to the box. "Would you like to open your gift before or after you tell me about these exquisite carvings."

Randi turned into the five-year-old child. "Gimme! Gimme! Gimme!"

The bard chuckled at her enthusiasm, and placed the unexpectedly heavy box in Randi's hands. She looked extremely shy, and almost uncomfortable. The smile on the soldier's face was huge, though, and Gwen got lost in the other woman's zeal. "I hope you like it."

The Marine stopped her opening, and turned to the bard, grasping her wrists, and chafing gently. "Gwen, no matter what it is, I'll like it, because it's from you." Reassured, Gwen stepped back a pace, releasing her hands from Randi's light grip. The tall woman resumed her attack on the box.

Raising the cover, she froze in shock, staring down at the gift. Slowly, she placed the lid on the floor, and reached a hesitant hand toward the intricately tooled leather cover. She lifted it from the box, moving the box from her lap, and setting the book there with gentle precision. Tears of wonder flooded her eyes when she opened it, and found Gwen's stories written at first in a somewhat shaky hand, then with more confidence.

"You," the Marine stopped and swallowed the lump in her throat. "You wrote these for me?"

The bard nodded her head, then drew a deep breath. "I wrote them out for you," with a shy smile. "But these are actually the stories my grandmother used to tell me when I was a child."

Randi was silent for a very long time, running a trembling hand up and down the soft pages in wonderment. "This is so awesome, Gwen. Thank you."

Gwen sat down next to her friend, and leaned a head on her shoulder. "The cover is a copy of the original, with a new glyph added for you."

The brunette closed the pages carefully, looking at the Sabre symbol in the lower right hand corner. "Do each of these symbols have meaning?" A nod from the bard. "And what made you choose this one for me?"

"I didn't. The leather crafter did. She and her family have always done them, and they are gifted with insight. I'm not sure I understand the symbolism, myself. I've never seen anything quite like it before. "

Randi didn't comment, simply hugged the bard to her and placed a kiss on the top of her head, fiercely resisting the impulse to lift the bard's chin and kiss her senseless. Gwen, unknowing of the mental battle that was taking place in the head above her, snuggled closer, wrapping an arm about the Marine's waist and returning the squeeze. This is the safest place in the world. It feels like home.

"You enjoy torturing her, don't you?" Artemis asked with wry humor.

"Hmm, well, it's like... if she's gonna totally frustrate my plans, I'm gonna for

sure frustrate her."

Athena looked at the hunter. "Ooo, Love's a bitch!"

"You bet your sweet ass I am, sister!" Laughter followed this pronouncement.

The two floated in timeless regard of the flames. Then Gwen's voice broke the silence. "Randi, will you tell what the different symbols on the staff mean?" The Marine nodded, and the bard reached the staff to her.

"Let's see... these," pointing to nine different symbols strategically placed along the length of the stave, "are the symbol of woman. Each is taken from a different culture."

"And the animals?"

"The animals have meaning as well. Each one represents a different set of characteristics you are seen to have."

A blonde brow rose into her bangs. "Really? Like what?"

"Um, well, the hummingbird represents energy and wonder. The horse, endurance, independence, and friendliness, and the wolf print is a symbol of loyalty and success."

"The owl represents wisdom, doesn't it?"

"Yeah, wisdom and vision."

"What about the eagle's head?"

"That is for courage and strength. The seal shows dreaming and imagination, the sea horse, magic and grace. The lion represents health, nobility, and courage. And the dolphin symbolizes harmony, love and communication."

There was silence for a long time after that, until Randi reached down and lifted the bard's tear streaked face. Small fingers covered her lips before she could voice her concern. "Wow. That is so awesome, so humbling," she whispered. "Thank you."

The Marine nodded a silent acknowledgment, and by tacit agreement, they turned their gazes back to the fireplace. It wasn't long before they were asleep, wrapped in one another's embrace.

"Ow, dammit! That hurts!" The Marine tried moving her neck.

"S'matter?" Sleepy green eyes peered up at her. "G'morning."

An indulgent smile crossed Randi face. "Good morning." She groaned again.

"What's wrong?" She moved her head and moaned at the twinge in her neck. "Ow! Never mind, I am starting to understand the problem." She lifted a hand to rub the back and side of her neck. "I guess falling asleep on the couch wasn't the smartest thing we've ever done."

"No, but it was nice waking up with you in my arms." Damn! Stupid! What the hell was that that just came out of your mouth??? Have you lost your mind, Valiant??"

"It was nice to be here. I always feel so safe, so protected, when I'm with you." She hugged the woman briefly, then rose. "I'll fix breakfast, since you had pillow duty last night. That sound okay to you?"

"Yeah, yeah. Fine," Randi answered dazedly. She couldn't believe the bard had played off her words so easily. She decided to let it lie, and said, "I'm gonna go get a shower. I'll do clean-up detail, all right?"

"Deal."

If Gwen noticed the Marine took slightly longer than normal in the shower, she made no mention of the fact. She was just glad to see her friend less tense looking than she had since the Marine's return. They ate in relative silence, though Randi did make it a point to compliment the bard on her fine cooking. When they were done, the tall woman moved to clean up, while the bard went upstairs to bathe.

In the middle of all this, Geoff and Jill arrived, refusing breakfast, which they'd already had, but accepting a cup of coffee.

"Randi, hon, what are ya'll's plans for today?"

"Nothing special, that I know of, until tonight. Why? Was there something you wanted to do?"

"Well, actually, Tommy called this morning." The weather, so typical for this region, was in stark contrast to the day before, was moderate to the point of being warm. "Since the weather has turned out so nice today, he and Ella wanted to take us and the baby out for a little mini-cruise. If you girls don't mind...."

"If we don't mind what, Mother?" Gwen interrupted as she came downstairs still toweling her hair, Usually she finished this process and at least had the blonde locks combed out before venturing out of her room, but hearing her mother's voice was too big a pull on her curiosity.

"Being left alone to fend for yourselves today. Tommy has invited your father and I out on the cruiser with them today."

"Mom, that's fine with me. Ya'll are here to have a good time, and see some friends you only see once or twice a year. Do what makes you happy."

"Take your coats with you. It may be warmer, but that breeze is gonna be chilly."

"Boy, that's the truth," chimed in Geoff. "Thanks for the reminder, Randi."

"Forget it once... you'll never forget it again!" Her eyes twinkled in amusement.

"I'll bet."

So the Goldmans and the Steeles went out together on a little mini water jaunt, which left Randi and Gwen alone together for the day. Randi took the bard through a few basic staff maneuvers. Then, by mutual, unspoken consent, they got the bike out, and went for a nice long ride.

At lunch, Gwen mentioned in a rather casual off handed way, that one day she'd like to learn to drive it. And Randi decided, then and there, that she would do everything in her power to grant the bard's requests of her from now on. She wanted the younger woman to have roomfuls of pleasant memories to think about once the Marine was removed from her life.

So, much to the blonde's surprise and delight, her best friend turned over her prized motorcycle, and Gwen got her first lessons in how to "drive" it. She laughed out loud, once she got the hang of it, at the absolute freedom and power she felt being in control. Randi just grinned at her contagious enthusiasm, and let her hands rest lightly on the bard's waist.

Just before sunset, they stopped on the bridge, and watched the orb slip beneath the horizon. Then they hurried home to get ready for the "small" party at CL and Tony's.

Geoff and Jill had been home some while, and were watching for them when they came in. Gwen was talking to Randi ninety to nothing, and the Marine listened with an indulgent smile on her face. The elder Goldmans walked up from the boathouse as they arrived and met them at the French doors. They were able to pick out from the bard's somewhat incoherent babble, that Gwen had gotten a chance to drive the bike.

Geoff looked at Randi, who shrugged slightly and smiled. The man nodded his agreement, knowing why she had done it, and felt a helpless sadness flood through him. He knew it was obvious to her, even through his smile. She clapped him on the back in understanding, and moved into the house.

An hour later, they were approaching the party site in Tommy's large transport. It had room for all of them plus Randall, and it just made more sense to take the one vehicle. Besides, it would give them a chance to get away at a decent hour with a valid excuse.

It was a fun evening. Geoff and Jill renewed friendships with people they had met before, and made a few new friends. Gwen made it a point to introduce Scott and his fiancée to them. The band even set up and played for a bit. Jill was still the life of the party, and Geoff enjoyed watching his young-spirited wife wipe the floor with the much chronologically younger people trying to keep up with her. The bard was happy to stay in the background, and was relieved when she noted they were leaving. It had been an exciting, exhausting day, and she was ready to go home and go to bed.

A whispered goodnight to her folks outside the beach house, and another to Randi just inside, and they all were all in bed sound asleep within minutes. It had been a good day.

The following day, Randi found herself alone in the house, babysitting Randall. Her own fault, she supposed, though she was secretly very pleased to have the time with him.

Ella had come by early. She was ready to spend the day shopping, and Jill and Gwen were thrilled to join her. The Marine, however, was less than enthusiastic.

"You could stay here and babysit, if you'd rather," the boy's mother commented, thinking her friend would never agree to that.

"I'd rather," Randi stated flatly.

"Oooookaaay. Well then, ladies," placing the diaper bag on the floor and the baby in the tall woman's arms, "are we ready?"

"Not quite," Gwen replied. "Will you excuse us?" Taking the bag in one hand and Randi in the other, she dragged them both to the kitchen.

"Gwen?"

"Are you sure about this, Randi? I can stay...."

"No," awkwardly reaching out to put two fingers on the bard's lips. "No, you enjoy shopping, and this will give you some quality time with your mom. You go and have a good time. I'll be here when ya'll get back this afternoon."

"Yeah, but will the house still be standing?"

"Smart aleck! Get outta here!"

Laughter bubbled up from the bard, and Randall cooed in response. "I know how you feel, buddy," whispered the Marine into his tiny ear. He cooed again in response to the ticklish feeling.

Tommy and Geoff stopped by briefly, just after the three women had left, but took off again shortly thereafter. They had a suspicious look about them, but Randi couldn't weed out what they were up to.

"Ya know, boy, they're up to something, but damned if I know what." She looked around furtively as the epithet left her lips. "Don't tell your mama you heard that from me, okay?" Waving arms and kicking legs were her answer.

It was early afternoon when the Goldman/Steele shopping contingent returned home loaded down with bags. The sight that met their eyes stopped them dead in the doorway.

Randi had changed from her standard, somber black and white, and was wearing the most outrageous, colorful T-shirt any of them had ever seen. The baby seemed enthralled with it, his eyes never leaving the colorful figure crawling around on the floor near him. Ditto was serving as his chair back, and had not moved since her mistress had placed the baby down next to her.

As the three froze in the doorway, Randi scooped the child up, and blew a raspberry on his tummy, then neatly made her way over to the shell-shocked women. The Marine was a little disheveled looking, but appeared very self satisfied. Ella shook herself to clear her mind, and put the bags on the floor to take her son. Ditto, released from her assistant's duties, came over to inspect each woman and her packages. Well satisfied, she moved over to her fireplace spot to take a nap. Babysitting assisting was hard work.

Randall squealed upon seeing his mother, and started rooting around. Ella darted the Marine a dirty look.

"Hey, don't glare at me. I fed him... three times!"

The woman chuckled. "I'm sure. He seems to be trying to compensate for his small size at birth, and is eating constantly now." She moved to the far couch.

Jill and Gwen had moved into the room, and Gwen had taken her things upstairs. "Randi, have you seen Geoff?"

"Yeah. He and Tommy came up shortly after ya'll left. They're up to something."

"They're boys, dear, in grown up bodies. Of course they're up to something."

The "boys" returned an hour later, full of not too well hidden mischief. They and their wives were quick to leave, not sure their secret could stand up under the Marine's questioning and ice blue stare. They were going to meet up again at the beach house around dark, and go out for dinner and the small parade being held that evening. Tommy and Ella begged off.

"Did ya'll manage to get it done?" Jill asked Geoff on the walk down the dock.

"No, but it has a good start. A few more trips, and Randi will have a boat." They exchanged smiles, and entered the boathouse together.

The night was very entertaining. Tommy had secured a balcony table at one of the nicer restaurants where they could sit and eat, and watch the festivities below them. They commented on some of the more interesting and outlandish costumes in the parade, and Randi caught one of the prized necklaces, which she presented to Gwen with a flourish.

A wandering photographer for the restaurant took several candid shots of them, and told them they would be ready for pick up at the door. Everyone was quite pleased with them, and they took the lot, glad for a memento of such a nice evening together.

"What time are we heading back tomorrow, Randi?" Geoff asked as they piled into Tommy's transport.

"Whenever ya'll are ready. Makes no difference to me."

"Okay. Midmorning, maybe. Then we don't have to rush getting out of here, and will still get home in plenty of time to go to Sal's party tomorrow night."

He saw her slight grimace, but she simply said, "I'll let the pilot know to be ready for us."

It was quiet the remainder of the ride home, and they separated with soft good nights. Gwen stopped Randi at the door of her room with a hug.

"What's that for?" she asked, as she returned the squeeze.

"Just because I can." A dark brow rose, though the bard couldn't see it. "And to say thanks for letting us come along and play. It's been fun."

"Yeah, it has, and it's not over yet." She kissed the blonde head tucked beneath her chin. "Now to bed with ya, so we can go to Sal's tomorrow."

"You okay with that?"

"Yeah. He's a good guy, just a little too, um, exuberant sometimes."

They chuckled together, then said good night and headed for bed. Tomorrow was another day.





Continued In Chapter XV