Everything went just as Sarah had suspected and hoped that it would. Duncan arose early the next morning, dressed and brought the suitcases out to the truck. He even thanked her for packing for him during the night. Duncan never once even thought to look inside any of them. She searched his eyes and his words this morning, he remembered nothing of last night after their lesson ended. All was right. All was as it had to be.

With a heavy heart, Sarah locked the main door to the Inn and climbed inside the passenger's door of the truck. The ride from Covington to New York City would have taken over four hours, Sarah had called Burlington Airport to get a flight to JFK cutting three hours off of their ride. She was glad of that, there were no words to say to him right now. Anything that might spill out of her mouth would surely be wrong, or lead to her tipping her hand.

On the puddle-jumper flight from Burlington to JFK, Duncan had begun to tell her about Greece and the things she would see there and the people she would meet. Sarah had listened intently to him speak but said little herself, wanting to capture the sound of his voice, to record it in her head so that she could play it back later whenever she needed to. And she would need to. Duncan told her tales of the Mediterranean Sea, of the people there, of ancient buildings, of myths and legends, of sight and sound, of uzo, dancing and breaking plates. Sarah had held onto his hand and stared into his eyes the whole time.

They landed at JFK and just had enough time to collect their bags and make the flight to Heathrow in London, from there they would pick up a connecting flight to Athens. "I hate traveling," Duncan groused as they hurriedly made their way through the crowded airport.

"Come on, it's kind of fun." Sarah chuckled, "where's your sense of adventure?"

Duncan gazed down and her laughed as they continued on their way. They were escorted onto the plane by a flight attendant who seated them in the first class section of the Boeing 757.

Sarah removed the light sweater and stuck her purse in the overhead compartment as she looked around at her surroundings. Rarely had she flown and never anything more than an hour flight, the planes she had been on were small like the puddle-jumper they had just gotten off of. This was an airplane. The seats were huge and there was surely more than enough room in between rows to fully recline each one of them without your head resting in some strangers lap.

"Ma'am.." the flight attendant was saying.."would you like a glass of champagne?"

Sarah looked at her and then at Duncan who was seated by the window. "Is that extra?" She whispered to him.

"No," he whispered back with a smile.

Sarah looked at her watched and furrowed her brow, it was only eleven thirty in the morning. But, the first leg of the flight was six hours. She would not be allowed to even try and sneak a cigarette in that time.

"Make it a mamosa and bring it to her." Duncan said with a smile as he shook his head. "Come and sit down."

The flight attendant smiled and nodded her head, then went about the business of helping some of the other passenger's on her way to get Sarah's champagne and orange juice.

"Do you want the window?" Duncan asked as she settled into the seat next to him.

"No," she said as she put the seat belt around her tiny waist, "I can see from here."

"There's not much to see once we leave here anyway, just a lot of ocean below." He explained. "You still haven't told me why we're going. What is so necessary about it?"

"It just is, Duncan. Don't be afraid." Sarah reached for his hand and felt it close around her own.

"I'm not. But you are."

"Don't be silly, of course I'm not afraid." She stammered as the color involuntarily flushed into her cheeks.

The flight attendant returned with Sarah's drink and placed it down in front of her. "We'll be taking off in just a few minutes," she informed them, "sir, you should put your seat belt on."

"Thank you, I will." He said to her as he wrapped the belt around his waist. "You have to finish that before we take off." He told Sarah. "They'll collect the glass before we do."

"Oh," she said in light surprise. All of the other flights she had been on served drinks after take off, she remembered that now, of course all of the flights she had been in the coach section, usually somewhere way in the back by the tail, not here up front. Sarah raised the glass to her lips, he did not give her one of his disapproving looks as she did so, she drank deeply from it then offered him some.

"No," Duncan knew it was a form of cheating but if he could get her to drink enough she might be inclined to fill him in on what was going on. A lesson learned from the Rock Star he supposed. Sarah was more apt to let her walls and her guard down when she was drinking (or smoking pot), he gained that much from the other night. No matter what he had said about the "voice and the attitude”-- which Duncan did not discount the importance of by any means--it had been the alcohol and the drugs which lowered her defenses enough so that his voice and his attitude could work their magic. "Go on, finish it up, there's not much time until we take off." Duncan smiled reassuringly at her and nodded his head. Sarah raised the glass to her lips and finished it. There was something to be said for attitude.

Duncan did not want her to get smashed on this flight or the next, he would try and watch her in take, but he would not strongly discourage her from drinking either. It would not take many drinks to get Sarah to that place today, it was late in the morning and she had not eaten breakfast. The alcohol would work quickly. It was a long flight and he wanted to have some answers before they touched down in Athens. Answers which she was not inclined to give him of her own sober will.

The seat belt light came on and the pilots voice came over the loud speaker. The flight attendants went through the routine of telling everyone how their seat could be used as a flotation device--(if you survived the ten thousand foot drop to the ocean below)--and how to use the oxygen masks which would drop from the ceiling. Soon they were taxing down the run way headed toward London and then on to Athens.

When the seat belt light went off, Duncan asked Sarah if she would like another drink.

Sarah knew something was going on just by the question and time of day he was asking it. Never mind the lilt he tried to keep out of his voice. "Yes," she said calmly, "please." She didn't know quite what was going on but she willing to play another round and see where it lead. After all, what could possibly happen? He had no where to go, neither did she for that matter. Duncan would not cause a scene on an airplane full of people. What had he to gain? She watched him signal for the flight attendant to bring her another champagne and orange juice.

Duncan waited until she had finished half of the second drink before he spoke again. "Are we going to check into the hotel or are we going straight to the Aeropagus?" He asked in a quiet but authoritive tone as he gazed at her.

Sarah did not have to think about it, they would land in Athens somewhere around one in the morning Athens time. "We'll check in, get something to eat, some sleep. We'll go to the Aeropagus tomorrow." Sarah watched his reaction, he had wanted her to be surprised by his question and was disappointed that she was not. Duncan was trying not to show that fact. Sarah had already learned not to be surprised by anything Duncan did or said, he had a long time to educate himself on any number of subjects. So he knew the name of the place where her Father had once been tried for murder, why shouldn't he? He had probably known it long before she had come into his life. Sarah raised the glass and downed the rest of her drink.

"What are we going to do there?"

"Walk around, see the sights." She teased.

"Meet the family." He replied in a cavalier tone, a devilish grin on his face.

Sarah sighed and then signaled for another drink. "If I say yes, what difference will it make? You won't believe me. My Father could come down and slap you full across the face and still you would deny His existence."

Duncan bit back the comment which was rising to his lips and straightened himself in the seat. "If I believe, what difference does that make?"

"All the difference." Sarah replied as the flight attendant sat down the third drink. Sarah lowered her head as she reached for the glass and behind her Duncan made a slashing motion across his throat at the flight attendant, signaling to cut Sarah off for a while. This was enough alcohol for now. The flight attendant smiled and nodded as she made her way away from them. "If you do not believe in my Father, how can you possibly believe in me?"

Did he believe in her? Did he believe her period? Duncan had to admit to himself that she had changed in many ways since her Immortality was discovered but that was to be expected. Her psychic abilities had grown, of that there was no doubt, but it could be something natural within her that was augmented by the power of her quickening. Everything, all of the little things which took place day to day when added together would allow one to lean in the direction of believing a Goddess was awakening inside of her. But that did not make it true. She did not walk on water or fly through the air. Tossed no fireballs from her hands nor lightning from her finger tips.

She could make him do things...make him see things.

She believed it. So did Methos.

Did he see Ares yesterday? Or was that only a trick of the sunlight?

"You can't." Sarah answered for him in a whisper. "It's all right."

"I want to."

"I know." She reached out a hand to trace the outline of his face as she smiled sadly at him. She offered him some of her drink, this time he accepted it.

"Tell me, what are we going to do there?" Duncan asked again.

"Make a baby. What else?" Sarah answered as she polished off the last of the liquid in the glass and set it on the tray table in front of her. Slowly she turned her eyes to look at him. Duncan sat there without a word to say, at least for the time being, his confused eyes shined at her as he grasped her hand. "Isn't that what you want, Duncan? Have you changed your mind?"

Was that what he wanted? He wasn't sure anymore. Everything had changed and he had the most terrible suspicion that he had missed most of it. Sarah really had been able to keep it all from him. How many more secrets were left to be revealed? Did he even want to know them? Duncan did still want his child. More than anything, he wanted to hear his sons first cries. If this was what he had to go through to get it, then go through it he would. If it meant finally having a family and a true home, something tangible that he could hold onto in the blackness of the night..."Yes, I still want that." Duncan whispered to her. Sarah's eyes began to look tired and watery, he knew the alcohol was firming up its grip on her. Duncan reached out and brought her head to rest on his shoulder. "What about you? Do you still want it? Are you ready now? For the baby...and me?"

An involuntary shiver skipped it's way through Sarah's body and she shook slightly inside his hold for a moment. As she closed her eyes and nuzzled against the warmth of his chest it dissipated. "Yes," she answered quietly.

"Why? What's changed, Sarah?" Duncan held her tighter as he felt her body relax against his own. He had let her drink too much on an empty stomach, with too little sleep behind her and now she would soon fall asleep on him.

"I have."

"Onya, is that it? Has she woken inside you and now she wants me?" Duncan's words were demanding but his tone was soft as he stroked her hair.

"Yes, but so do I." Sarah brought a hand up across his chest to rest on his shoulder.

"Which one of you will offer herself to me?" Duncan asked without realizing it. His questions were direct and just as hard for him to ask as he imagined they would be for her to answer were she not caught in the grip of the champagne. Duncan also knew his opportunity for answers would never be better than it was right now.

"What does it matter?" She asked in a sleepy voice. "Just don't walk again, Duncan. No matter what, don't walk away. Don't leave me there unfulfilled."

"It matters, Sarah." Duncan lightly kissed the top of her head as he continued to run his hand through her hair. "I want to make love and conceive a child with my wife, not her." Was that the truth? The honest truth? Duncan wasn't sure. But it was what he needed to say, if only to reassure himself.

"She will be a better lover than I." Sarah cuddled deeper against the warmth of him. "She is not inhibited."

Duncan saw an opening he'd long been waiting for, he hoped she would stay conscious just a little while longer. "Why?" He asked quietly. "What inhibits you so much? Prevents you from making love with me?"

Sarah sighed or yawned, he couldn't really tell which it was, she held on to him a little tighter. "You know."

"Are you afraid I'm going to hurt you?" Duncan asked as he turned his gaze away from his wife and stared out the window at the ocean riding by below. That was a hard question, but he needed to know. Another shiver went through her. Sarah did not answer him. The silence was cold and uneasy, he broke it. "What have you kept from me?" He felt Sarah make the attempt to raise and righten herself and fail in her endeavor, he had touched upon something she did not want to talk about. It was past time that they did. "Tell me about your other lovers."

"I have no..."

"Jareth, he was your lover." Duncan tried to keep the jealousy out of his voice. Once again Sarah moved and tried to right herself but he held held her firm against himself. “Don’t, Sarah...it’s all right.”

“No,” came the low but understandable mutter from her sleepy lips. “We..didn’t...ever...actually...” she tried to shift her body weight and complete the sentence, she failed at both. A deep sigh escaped her lungs.

Silky hair gliding under his fingers, Duncan sat silent for a moment while he thought about what his next question should be. He decided to keep her on this road a little longer. “What did you do?”

Lost in an intoxicated mind and the energy of the man she was laying on, Sarah’s mind began to o walk down the road behind Duncan. It recognized the path instantly and knew it was not a place it wished to visit, it was dark and empty, n nothing but shame and hurt resided down that road. Yet there he was, beckoning her to follow him. Words were beginning to fade away as her mind settled onto the plane what speaks in images and emotions. Outwardly she raised her head enough to be able to look up at him, she raised her fingers to her lips. A long moist tongue came out to engulf the slender raised finger. Her eyes, though sleepy, sparkled like jewels.

“I see,” came his quiet reply, “he taught you how to do those things?” Like Sarah, lost in her own mind, Duncan realized he was losing himself in her wide eyes and the sparkle there. No longer did he notice they were on an airplane full of passengers. To him and her, there was nothing but each other. The entire world ceased to exist and faded away, nothing but a mere shadowed memory. He swore that he could see her very soul, if he walked a little closer he might be able to touch it. Sarah did not move nor did she say anything. It wasn’t necessary, those eyes said everything. " If you knew how to please a man before you met him, then there must have been someone else. Who was he?" Duncan's breathing was heavy and his eyes fixed even deeper to her. This was the power of the Connection. He was not afraid of what he was seeing or the sensations running through him. He felt connected to her and in control of it, as though it would no longer run wildly away from him but bend under his command. Duncan wanted more of that, to be that close to her, to know her mind in this most intimate of ways.

Inside her mind, Duncan sprinted out of sight as he beckoned her down the road. It was cold and dark and she was there alone now. She could not walk it without him. With a strained voice and a mind trying desperately to disconnect from Duncan MacLeod, to find it’s way back to reality she muttered, "The devil," there was a pause and then followed a deeper mumble, one which was not totally incoherent but nor was it truly understandable. To Duncan it sounded like "I miss home."

Duncan opened his mouth but before he could speak again he felt her small body relax completely against his own, heard her breathing coming and going in slow rhythmic breaths and knew he had lost her to Morpheus for a while. He would ask no more questions and receive no more answers just yet, but there were many more hours to this flight, Duncan hoped the opportunity would present itself at least one more time before they landed in Athens.

The devil, she had said. Duncan hugged her a bit tighter as he thought of what an odd thing that was for her to say. There was no devil in Sarah's religion, no personification of evil at all. Why would she say such a thing? Blame something which she herself gave no power to? He gazed down at her asleep in his arms completely perplexed by her last statement. Maybe she did not mean Satan himself, but that the man--the master--had been evil? Maybe her first experiences with sex had been as ruthless as her last.

"Blanket, sir?" The flight attendant asked.

"Yes, please." He watched her reach above the seats to the compartment and pull down a pillow and blanket. She spread the blanket over Sarah but Duncan motioned for her to put the pillow down. He didn't want to move her away from himself just yet. If Sarah truly did do everything just so she could lay her head on his chest at the end of the day as Onya had told him, then today she deserved to lay exactly where she was. He had tricked her into answering questions she did not want to even listen to before now.

Much to Duncan's chagrin, Sarah slept almost the entire way to London. He would gaze over at her from time to time as she slept in the seat next to him, more questions than answers running through his mind. How much sleep had she gotten last night? How long had she stayed awake packing the suitcases and making sure everything was ready for this trip? He couldn't say. Glad to once again be sleeping in his own bed rather than the one down the hall, Duncan had been lost in his own deep sleep last night. He hadn't even known she was awake and doing all of that until he had awakened himself this morning to find the bags packed and sitting in the corner of the bedroom. Wasn't it odd that he had slept so well last night when he had intended to direct some of these questions to her once their lesson was over?

Sarah began to stir beside him a half an hour before the plane touched down at Heathrow airport.

"Hey, beautiful." Duncan said quietly as he watched her eyelids flutter and try to open. "We're almost down."

Sarah moaned lightly as she moved in the seat and her eyes opened to focus on him. Her body ached from being curled up in the airplane seat for the last five hours, her mouth tasted like she had been chewing on cotton balls wrapped in sour orange juice. She licked her lips to try and rid herself of the taste. "Where are we?"

"Look, there's London." Duncan pointed out the window. After hours and hours of seeing nothing but a massive stretch of blue, England had finally come into view of the plane.

Sarah ground her knuckles into the slots of her eyeballs in an attempt to wipe the sleep from them as she leaned forward in the seat to gaze out of the window at the city below. "Is it really London?"

"Humm...there's Big Ben over there, see it?" He pointed off to the left and leaned back so she could get a better view.

"Have I slept that long? I'm sorry, Duncan. I'm terrible company." She chastised herself while apologizing to him. Sarah gazed out the window at the city they were flying over, it was so unmistakably British. Sarah could see the old stone buildings and bridges, even make the redness of double decker buses, suddenly she felt as though she had walked into The Wizard of Oz. Fear touched her soul for the first time. Many times it had grabbed her heart and her mind but never before had it laid its icy fingers upon her soul.

"No," Duncan said in a gentle voice as he took her hand, before he could stop it, "you're not in Kansas anymore."

"What did you say?" Sarah asked quickly as she turned to look at him.

Duncan repeated it in a stronger voice, "you're not in Kansas anymore." He watched her eyes grow wide. "You were thinking of the Wizard of Oz, I saw it. In my head. The wicked witch of the west, the scare crow, tin man, all of them on the yellow brick road."

"I was." In the time they had left she would have to be much more careful about Duncan MacLeod. Seemed their little lesson last night had worked a bit too well.

When they landed at Heathrow in London, Duncan and Sarah did not have to run to catch their connecting flight, it had been delayed by an hour, which gave them an hour and a half lay over time. Sarah purchased a bottle of Advil at the news stand and swallowed three of them dry. Her head had been pounding since she woke on the plane and then begun to feel as though someone were splitting it straight down the middle with a dull axe. She excused herself from Duncan and made her way into the ladies room.

Sarah splashed cold water on her face to no avail. The pain would not stop. It only grew stronger and more insistanent until Sarah felt as though her teeth would shatter at any moment from the sheer strength of the pressure there. No, not another one of these, she thought as she locked herself in a stall. Trembling and shaking all over, she sat on the toilet and drew her knees under her chin as she began to weep.

Stress, she told herself repeatedly for the last two months. They were nothing but annoying little headaches brought on by the stress of her new marriage and all the changes which had come with it. But they weren’t. There were many dark headache days. Those were days Sarah could hardly bare to even remember once they were gone let alone think about them. Days, like now, when her head felt as though someone were trying to split in down the middle with a rusty axe. On those days her vision was not blurry in the least, no on the contrary it was quite clear. Clearer than she ever though vision could or even should be. Colors so bright that she could see the colors within them. The horizon extended so far off into the distance that she would swear she could see the Canadian border just over twenty miles away. She could see something else then, something that she never she would never be able to fully explain to anyone. A Somewhere, some odd and wondrous somewhere--the place where time and space meet perhaps--in between those folds faded and a bit distant but visible just the same, Sarah could see the other dimensions and planes floating like holograms between the Vermont mountains and herself. One on top of the other, layers within layers. Universes within Universes.

Without fail the intensity of the rusty ax crashing itself against and through the top of her head would cause Sarah to go slinking to the cherry desk when Duncan wasn't looking. All she needed was forty-five seconds out of his sight...that's all. Not too much to ask. Is it? Forty-five seconds and in ten minutes she would be feeling better. In fifteen the pain would be so dull that it no longer matter. In twenty it no longer registered at all. If Duncan knew about those times and what she did to ease them, well let's just say Sarah was positive he wouldn't like it in the least. Oh, how she wished she had stashed her gold box in her purse instead of the suitcase.

And then there were the nights when the rusty ax headaches hit. She'd end up biting down on her fist to keep from screaming out and waking her sleeping husband. Getting out of the bed was no good, Duncan woke as soon she planted both feet on the floor wether she had a headache or she was just making a late night trip to the bathroom. Sarah could not get to the desk then. All she could do was to lay cuddled up in a fetal position with her back to him, biting down hard on her fist while the tears streamed down her face and she begged all the Gods for relief. Lying there in the dark, that in between place came into even clearer view. It wasn't the same in between place as she saw in the day light. Rather it was one area, one place which stood on its own without use of the others. In that place the darkness glimmered with a life of its own. Hard stone walls were covered with centuries worth of filth and slime. The air was slightly rank and slightly chilly. It made her skin crawl with goosebumps. The absolute worst thing about this place was the ghoul who lived here. Endlessly he or she rattled their heavy chains and threw their body against the slimy walls which shuddered and shook with a little more force each time. Whatever it was it howled to the Universe its unending desire to be free of its prison. Nothing she did blocked out that sound. Nothing. It only faded once the rusty ax ceased delivering its merciless blows.

Tears flowed freely and without effort on her part from her large doe eyes as she huddled on the toilet in the dingy bathroom stall. Sarah rocked herself back and forth while popping more of the Advil into her mouth. Still the pain would not stop. Today’s episode brought with a nasty surprise, the ghoul from her late night dreams come to pay a visit. No longer did it howl wildly but chanted insanely;

The devil...the devil...the devil..

"Ahhh," Sarah moaned lightly as she continued to rock with her knees under her chin popping advils into her mouth. The voice would not stop, it would not go away.

The devil..the devil...the devil...AND the voice began to swell.

"No," there was no strength in her voice and very little left in her body. Sarah could scarcely continue raising the little burnt orange pills to her mouth, she became aware that she had not swallowed the last two. They were melting on her tongue, filling her mouth with an acrid taste. She tried to spit them onto the cold gray floor but they only tumbled from her lips, leaving a horrid tasting orange streak behind. Spittle stretched from her lower lip down past her knees as the pills held onto the clear strand and slowly land on the floor. The bottle tumbled from her weak grasp spilling it's unused contents on the floor beside the half melted pills she had evacuated. "Shh," Sarah tried to raise a trembling finger to her lips and missed. "Shh, don't say anymore."

Duncan stood outside the ladies room waiting for Sarah for what seemed to him to be an inordenatly long period of time. A woman went in and then came out a few moments later, she stopped and looked at him queerly.

"You waiting for someone?" The middle aged woman with the French accent asked him.

"Yes,"

"There's only one woman in there, I did not see her, but she is crying." The woman looked down at her feet and then up at him again. "I just thought you should know if you are with her."

"Thank you," Duncan said hurriedly as he looked around himself and then let himself into the airport ladies room. "Sarah? Sarah?" He stopped and listened for a moment, he could hear the very faint sounds of weeping coming from the stall at the end. Duncan pulled on the handle to find it locked. "I know you're in there. What's going on?" He asked quietly. "Come on, let me in."

With great effort Sarah reached out slowly and slid the lock on the door, she looked up at him from behind distant eyes and ghostly skin. She reached out her small arms to him helplessly. "My head," she whispered, "my head. It hurts. Please...help me."

Duncan heard the crunching under his feet as he took a step into the stall. He looked down to see the scattered over the counter pain killers at his feet.

The devil...the devil..the devil...AND

"No," Sarah moaned, "no, it hurts. Please, do something." There was no strength in her voice, it was only a pitifully small plea for help.

Duncan stood back and looked at her. Bloodshot eyes stared back at him, they overflowed with tears which ran down an ashen face, over cheeks which were far too red. He heard no sound other than the harsh rasp of her breathing, though her tears flowed mighty as a river there was no sound of waves crashing against the rocks. She did not scream. She did not cry out. She was not making any sound at all. Duncan reached out a hesitant hand to touch her face, she was blazing hot beneath his hand. Fever ran through her hot as Helios' chariot. Sarah rocked incessantly back and forth in an attempt to ease her own pain. This was not a simple hangover. Something was seriously wrong with her. "How long has it hurt?" Her bloodshot eyes had lost his stare, she was wandering off somewhere between time and space. Duncan tilted her head towards him. "When did it start to hurt?" He asked in a stronger voice as he tried to cut through the haze which was clearly beginning to envelope her. Strong arms slid under and around her, lifting her from the seat and removing her from the stall. Gently he sat her down on the large vanity table in front of the mirror. Duncan held her upright with one hand while he wet a paper towel with the other. Soon the coolness of the water was gliding across her forehead.

"Please." Was all she could manage to say from behind eyes which were slipping away again and begging him for relief. Her breathing no more than harsh hitches in her lungs.

As the color drained from her face completely, Duncan reached out and pulled her close to him so that her head rested on his heart. "Tell me what to do." He began to rock her gently in h is arms. "Whatever it is I'll do it, just tell me."

Duncan felt a sudden icy fire where her head lay on his chest, the air in his lungs alternated with the temperature in his chest. He watched in the mirror as Sarah weakly tried to push herself away from him, he laid a hand on the back of her head to still her. Sarah's lips moved but no sound came from them as her tears began to fall harder and spill unchallenged from her lashes to her blue jeans. The harder her tears fell, the more her lips moved, until he could make out the single word she was trying to utter over and over again...'no', she was saying. No'.

"Yes," he whispered as he tightened his grip on the back of her head. "Take it." Duncan felt her shake her head, watched as her arms fell to her sides and all of her weight leaned itself against him. The eratic temperatures racing around inside him ceased until they formed a complete current which alternated cold and hot. Duncan could see it in his mind, the circle between them, flowing through them. Half of the circuit was cold blue, it was coming from him and flowing into her. The other half coming from her and flowing into him, was hot red. Together the opposites made an endless circuit which ebbed and flowed in balance between them.

In the mirror Duncan watched as Sarah's tears slowly ceased to fall, a more natural color returning to her face. Again Sarah tried to push away from him, her push was stronger this time but, "Stop it, stay, Sarah. Stay. You are not strong yet. Take all that you need." Duncan held her to himself with one hand and rubbed her back lightly with the other. "It doesn't hurt me." That was the truth, in fact Duncan felt stronger at this particular moment then he had in a very long time. He watched her reflection as his words brought fresh tears to her eyes. "Shhh." He whispered to the reflection in the mirror. "I love you. Take it."

Sarah let down the last of her guards and defenses to allow him fully inside of her. Everything was warm. Everything was light. She was strong. Sarah merged with him in a way that she had not dared to dream about for it was not their Quickening which were mingling this time, it was their souls. While their bodies were wrapped together in a London airport bathroom, their souls flew high above the peak of Olympus and beyond. Wether he knew it or not, in that moment, Duncan MacLeod opened himself to the concept of magick.

There could be hope for him, were it not too late already.

Inside her mind, the screeching voice which called out The devil..the devil..the devil...quieted to a whisper. Silently it echoed and faded away until she could no longer hear it. The monster retreated back to its prison. As it went so did the excruciating pain in her head.

As with everything truly good and truly right, the moment passed quickly between them. Soon Sarah was able to push herself away from him on her own. "Thank you." She said in a quietly shy voice as she wiped her hand across her cheeks to rid herself of the last of her tears.

"Welcome." Duncan smiled at her and kissed her lips lights. "Want to tell me what just happened?"

"I don't know." Sarah shook her head at him, her coppery tresses falling over her shoulder and spilling down across her breast. "I don't know." She repeated in a hushed whisper.

Duncan looked deep into her eyes and saw that she might be telling the truth. Not all of it, but most of it. She had some idea of what was going on, he was sure of that, but she had no proof.

The voice over the intercom announced their flight was boarding.

"Can you stand?" Duncan helped her off of the counter top.

Sarah's legs were weak at first but they soon held her weight and she walked without his assistance. She looked around to notice that not one single woman had entered the bathroom the entire time they were in there. A half an hour must have gone by if they were calling for their flight. Sarah took one last look into the empty airport ladies room before the door swung shut behind them and they made their way to the gate where their connecting flight to Greece was currently boarding.