Jim awoke slowly, aware that something was different.  Not wrong exactly, but not the same as it used to be.  He was still in Simon's cabin, and judging by how far the fire in the fireplace had burned down, he had been asleep on the couch for a couple hours.  A quick check of the cabin reassured him that Megan was still in bed asleep, and the woods outside held no surprises.  He glanced at his watch confirming it was a little after four in the morning.  He wondered if Blair and Dee had reached their hideout yet.  As that thought crossed his mind, he realized that was what was different.  The tension and stress he'd felt since the moment Dee's Cherokee had exploded almost 12 hours earlier had disappeared.  Had that actually been Blair's emotions he'd been feeling?

He'd been to Simon's cabin before, and knew where MacLeod's island was, about a mile away as the crow flies.  Closing his eyes, he slipped into a light meditation state, filtering out one by one the sounds in the cabin, and nature outside, searching for the familiar voice of his guide.  He gave himself a mental high five as he found it.  Blair was talking to Dee, and for the first time in what seemed like weeks, he sounded relaxed and happy.

"So you feeling better now?  Think you can get some rest?" his guide asked.

Dee's answer was slow in coming.  "Mmm, not if you're going to keep doing that."

"What?  This?  It's supposed to be soothing." Jim could hear the sound of cloth rustling.

"More like arousing," was her teasing answer.

"Try turning your touch sense down a notch.  There, that better?"

"Yeah…" Dee yawned loudly, and there was silence for a few moments.

When Blair spoke again, his voice was a soft whisper.  "I love you, angel."

"I love you too, Lobo."  More silence ensued, then bedsprings creaked, and Dee said, "Are you sure you're okay with this?"

"Why wouldn't I be, Dee?"

"Oh, in a word -- Jim."

The bed creaked again, and Jim pictured Blair raising up on one elbow to stare down at the immortal.  His words, however, were somewhat of a surprise to the sentinel.  "Jim has nothing to do with this.  This has nothing to do with sentinels and guides, or champions and companions. This has to do with two people loving each other.  And I do love you, Dee."

Nothing was said for almost a minute, then Dee spoke up again.  "You know this can't last forever, Lobo.  I can't stay in one place too long.  Five, ten years is about my limit in any one city, and that's assuming I don't die in front of a bunch of witnesses."

"I don't care, Dee.  Even if tonight is all we have, the memory of the love I feel right now will last me a lifetime."  Blair's reply was earnest.

Dee's voice was quietly awestruck.  "You have the soul of a poet, Lobo. Where in the world have you been all my life?"

"Waiting to be born," Blair quipped, and even to Jim's ears, Dee's laughter was delicious.  Blair's chuckles soon joined hers.  The laughter was quickly replaced with vocalizations of a more private kind, and Jim withdrew his hearing, pondering the repercussions of what he'd overheard.

It was obvious now, if it hadn't been before, that Blair's feelings for Dee were stronger than ever.  Where did that leave Jim?

Alighting on a tree branch, the falcon shimmered, and changed into the Companion.  A few moments later, the osprey followed suit, shifting from raptor to Australian Scot.  Megan made herself comfortable on the broad tree limb, and turned toward the red-haired woman.  "Why have you called me?" she asked.

"Patience, young one," the Companion replied, then pointed to the clearing below.  "There."

The black mare entered the small glade first, ears pricked, nostrils flaring.  The area having passed her scrutiny, she nickered softly, and the silver wolf appeared out of the shadowy underbrush, favoring one leg.  The wolf sank to the soft bed of pine needles with a small whine. Lying down beside the wolf, the mare stretched her neck over him protectively, nuzzling his injured limb.  A faint blue glow lit up the glen, then faded as the wolf whimpered.  The mare lipped at the ruff of fur on the back of his neck, and the wolf relaxed against her side, his blue eyes sliding closed.

"Sandy's hurt," Megan said softly, more to herself than to the Companion, "and Dee healed him." She was about to ask the other woman her reason for bringing her here, when a low rumbling growl resonated through the woods.  At first Megan didn't see the great cat, his coat blending with the shadows as he paced the perimeter of the clearing, his tail twitching in agitation.  His glowing blue eyes finally caught her attention as he slunk closer to the resting pair.  He snarled again, louder this time, a challenge to the mare.  She snorted loudly, but didn't move from the wolf's side.

The jaguar circled the area again, his vocalization growing from a growl to a scream.  The wolf's eyes opened, and he whined, getting slowly to his feet.  He moved to stand between the cat and the mare, his hackles raising.  With a roar, the jag leapt for the mare, who belatedly was scrambling to her feet.  The silver wolf hit the cat in mid-leap, his teeth going for the black-furred throat.

"Jim, Sandy, no!" Megan screamed, as she dropped to the ground, helpless to stop the vicious battle.

Megan moved to the horse's side, laying a hand on her neck.  "Come on, Dee," she pleaded, "come back to me."  She felt the mare's skin twitch under her hand as she blinked her large blue eyes.  Her head bobbed as she came back and Megan recognized the familiar post zone disorientation.  "Dee, you have to stop them before they kill each other…"

The guide's words came too late. The wolf's sharp yelp was followed by a sickening snap.  She turned to see the jag dropping the wolf's limp body to the ground.  The black mare plunged past Megan, knocking her to the ground, a bone-chilling scream issuing from her throat.  Sharp hooves flashed in the moonlight, bowling the cat over.  She charged
again, head low, teeth fastening at the nape of the jag's neck.  The mare's whole body twisted to the side as she flung the cat across the clearing.  Its body impacted with the trunk of a large tree, the sound of its back breaking echoing loudly in the guide's ears.

"Nooooo!" Megan screamed.  "This is not supposed to happen.  Jim would never hurt Sandy, never!"  Kneeling in the middle of the glade, she watched the mare shamble slowly to the wolf's side, and drop to the ground beside him.  Stretching her neck across his still body, she buried her muzzle in his ruff, closed her eyes, and simply…stopped existing.

Horrified, Megan stared at the three unmoving forms through tear blurred eyes, watching them slowly fade away until nothing remained but the ground, the bushes, and the trees.  She felt warm hands on her shoulders, and the Companion knelt beside her.  "I am sorry you find this vision so disturbing, little one.  I did not mean to frighten you so."  Her hand stroked the Aussie's hair gently.  "It is a vision of the future, of what may come to pass.  You must stop this from happening.  You must not let the jaguar's fear blind him to the truth inside his own heart."  She sighed, shaking her head.  "Would that I could speak with him, for perhaps I could assuage his fears."

"How am I supposed to stop this?" Megan asked.  "And how will I know when it will happen?  What if I am not there?"

"You will be there, little one, just as you were tonight.  And bear in mind that what you saw may not be exactly what happens in the real world.  But there will be a falling out between the three who are one, and it will have dire and far-reaching consequences only you can prevent.  The time is coming when only you can help the Champion, your
soulmate."

Wrapping her arms around herself, Megan shivered.  There was so much she didn't know, so much she had to learn.  And Dee, what if Dee did not accept her as her companion?  What would happen then?

The Companion must have felt her apprehension, for she said, "Diandra is afraid, little one.  Afraid to allow anyone to become that deeply connected to her again.  But she will have to make a decision soon, she will have to chose to take another Companion."

"And what if she chooses not to?" Megan asked.

The small woman sighed.  "Then she will soon be joining me here.  She will lose all semblance of control over her gifts, making her vulnerable to those who hunt her.  She will not last long if she refuses your help."

"And what if I don't want to be her Companion?" Megan asked.  "I mean, it's not like we've really bonded or actually even had a heart to heart talk…there are so many things about her I don't understand."

The Companion smiled at her.  "Sometimes Diandra is still a mystery to me as well.  Hers is an old soul, and it has known far more pain and sorrow than anyone should have to suffer, starting with my death."

Megan turned to face the red-haired woman, seeing an opening to ask the question she had not dared to ask Blair or Dee.  "How did you die?"

"Oh, child, we broke the cardinal rule.  We were not watching each other's backs."  The Companion waved her hand, and the pre-dawn clearing became a battlefield at sunset.

Smoke rose from fading fires, and the smell of death was overwhelming. Bodies littered the ground, human and equine.  The silence was pierced only by the screams of the dying.  Megan looked down, and nearly gagged.  A woman warrior dressed in garb similar to the Companion's lay at her feet, her torso cut open from shoulder to hip.  Seeing her distress, the Companion took her gently by the elbow, and led her across the field, to where a small group of female fighters were
gathered, listening to one of their number.

As they drew closer, Megan recognized the speaker as the Companion, though her armor was gouged and bloodstained, and her face covered in soot.  Behind her, her arms crossed over her chest, stood Diandra. Megan let out an audible gasp at the imposing sight.  Diandra stood almost a foot taller than the other warriors, and was dressed in bright red leather and brass armor, a sword sheathed at her back.  Her shoulders were bare, to give her fuller range of  movement, but gauntlets protected her upper arms and wrists, and leather and brass guards ran from her thighs to her ankles.  Any part of her that was not covered by armor was coated in a mixture of blood and dirt.  Her dark, sweat-soaked hair hung in a heavy braid down her back, escaping tendrils sticking out in every direction.

The Companion turned to Diandra.  "What is the situation now, Champion?"

Diandra spoke, punctuating her words with her hands.  "The slavers are finally on the retreat, my Queen.  Request permission to take a party after them, to make sure they don't regroup."

The Queen surveyed the battlefield, watching the healers moving among the injured.  "How far away?" she finally asked.

Diandra closed her eyes, taking a deep breath as the Queen laid a small hand on her Champion's shoulder.  A few seconds passed, then Diandra opened her eyes and spoke.  "Not more than a quarter league, heading toward the river.  They probably have ships waiting there."

A runner approached the group, dropping to her knee before the Queen as she gasped for breath.  "My Queen, three of our warriors have been captured."

The Companion turned to the Champion.  "Go.  I will remain with the healers to finish up here.  Artemis speed you on your way."  She clasped Diandra to her briefly, her lips brushing lightly against the taller woman's.  Letting go of her, she watched as her soulmate trotted away from her, followed by ten warriors.  Turning to the rest of her people, she said, "Come, the healers need our help."

Megan turned to the Companion next to her, her eyes wide.  "Diandra was…was an Amazon?"

The Companion nodded.  "As was I, though neither of us were to the Nation born.  Artemis chose us both to lead her followers."

Gesturing with her hand, the scene changed again, and Megan found herself in the middle of a battle between the slavers and Diandra's warriors.  The Amazons were formidable fighters, Megan noted, but Diandra was incredible.  No movement was wasted; each swing of her sword did damage.  Even though she looked invincible, the Aussie noted with alarm there was no one at her back, and it was from there the deadly blow came.  One moment Diandra was running a raider through, the next she was on the ground, a spear piercing her back.

Her warriors were well trained, though.  They did not stop to help her until all the slavers had been killed.  They clustered round their fallen leader then, four of them holding the still conscious woman down, while a fifth pulled the spear out.  Diandra's scream of pain would haunt Megan forever.  The Companion slid an arm around her shaking shoulders, and as they watched, the Champion drew her last breath.

"No, no," Megan sobbed.  "She's not supposed to die now, Sandy told me she survived her guide!"

"Watch, little one," the Companion said, and at her words, Diandra inhaled sharply and her eyes snapped open.

Immediately her senses turned inward, and she gave a stricken cry. "Goddess, no!  LYDIA!"  Scrambling to her feet, she headed back the way they'd come at a dead run, her warriors following close behind.

The scenery surrounding Megan and the Companion dissolved to the battlefield.  Queen Lydia, several guards, and a healer were crossing the field slowly, searching for survivors.  The Queen knelt by one of her fallen Amazons, checking for signs of life.  Shaking her head, she moved on to where a slaver and an Amazon had fallen together.  Both appeared dead.  As the Companion leaned over to examine the woman, the raider came to life, plunging a knife deep into the Queen's chest.  She fell back, a startled expression on her face.  The guards made short work of her attacker, as the healer frantically tried to stop the Queen's bleeding.

Minutes passed slowly, as Megan wiped at the tears running down her face.  Movement at the far side of the field caught her eye, Diandra's armor stained blood red by the fading light of the sun.  She dropped to her knees beside her lover, strong arms lifting her to gently rest against her shoulder.  "No, no, Lydia, it's too soon.  You can't leave me!"  Diandra pressed her cheek against the smaller woman's, their tears mingling.

"What's done is done, my love.  Do not mourn for me, for you will carry me in your heart always."  Her hand reached up to cup her soulmate's cheek, "I love you more than there are stars in the sky.  I will be waiting for you on the other side."  Her turquoise eyes slid shut, and her hand dropped across her chest.  The Champion rocked her slowly in the deepening twilight, her sobs growing louder as the night approached.

Megan shuddered, her heart breaking for the grieving Champion.  The Companion's hand on her arm got her attention.  "Now you know, little one, why she is afraid to give her heart completely again, to fully bond with another companion. But she must, or give up living."

Swallowing hard, the Aussie wiped her face on her sleeve.  "I will do my best to make her understand, to be the best guide I can to her."

The Companion took a step back, regarding her keenly.  "I can see that you will.  Remember what you have seen here tonight, and use that knowledge to save her, to save all of them."  Putting her hands on Megan's shoulders, she stood on tiptoe, planting a kiss on her forehead.  "Athena grant you wisdom, and Artemis give you strength." Stepping back, she shimmered, and the red falcon took to the air.

Megan stared after her until she could no longer see the raptor, then collapsed to the forest floor, the world going dark.

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