Sorry it has been so long since I updated but, you know, life... Muchos gracias to Crimson and Chrome 42 for my review :) And to anyone else who want's to review, do, please? Feed back helps, though I won't base my posting on my reviews, I simply post when I can and while I can't promise how regularly I'll post, I just promise that I will see this story through. So I think that's all I have to say for now, please enjoy.

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Slowly, Fi sat down as the hot water poured over her, washing off soap, shampoo, and several days' worth of sweat. She bent her head down to rest it on her knees, getting up so soon might have been a bit overzealous but she didn't have the luxury of lying about. She reached out a hand to turn up the water temperature but stopped herself. She would have to test it at some point. Stealing herself for disappointment, Fi focused and, to her relief, felt the familiar tingle of her pentagram. Smiling in relief, she made the faucet turn a little more to the left and raised her face to the falling water.

-What was it? What did he call it?... Vision quest… Why was Annie's spirit guide there… And Dorian… it always comes back to Dorian… I can't do it, I can't go against him… I just want him out of my life, I can live without him, I can forget him but I can't… I won't…. It's not fair- Fi thought, fighting the urge to scream at the cosmos- Haven't I done enough, fought enough, survived enough… I can't do it anymore, I can't face what's to come…. I JUST WANT OUT! I want normal but… I can't go back but… I can't do it, it's too much for one person… I want out…-

"Fi?... Fi, are you alright?" came Jack's voice from the bathroom door, "You've been in there for almost forty minutes."

"Yea, fine… I'm almost done," she called back.

Shakily, Fi pushed herself to her feet and turned off the water. She stepped out of the tub, and had to grab the towel rack for support. She closed her eyes and slowed her breathing. She would not pass out; at least, not until she had clothes on. Eventually it passed and Fi, slowly, dressed and toweled her hair.

Breathing heavily, and using the wall for support, she made her way to the door, opened it, and walked right into Jack.

"Easy," he said steadying her, "Are you alright?"

"Yea, fine," she answered, trying not to sound out of breath.

"Now why don't I believe that?" he teased, sliding an arm around her and supporting most of her weight.

Grateful for his help she smiled, "Because you're a cynic who demands hard evidence?"

"You know it," he answered, opening the door to her room.

"I changed the sheets for you, now get in bed," Molly ordered, sounding distinctly upset.

"Mom-"

"Now, Fiona."

Feeling like a little kid, she let Jack walk her over to the bed. The moment he had sat her down, Molly swooped in.

"Mom!" she tried to protest as Molly fussily tucked her in just like she had when Fi was five. "I'm fi-"

"Don't! Don't you dare say you're fine, Fiona Phillips. You were carried home unconscious and spent four days in bed and delirious. You. Are. Not. Fine!" lectured Molly. "And what's the first thing you do when you wake up? You get up and start moving around, getting ready, as if you were the picture of health, when you should have still been in bed!"

Fi started to squirm under her mother's scrutiny, which only made Molly fuss more.

"Mo-"

"You need to rest!"

Fi stilled herself, fighting off a sense of claustrophobia, and answered, "Yes ma'am.

"Good."

"Anyone, hungry?" asked Will from the door, who smiled when Fi's stomach growled loudly. "I guess that's a yes. Annie said that Ned and the gang are on the way, Molly. How're you feeling, Fi?"

"I'm not allowed to answer that question," she pouted.

"She insists she's fine when she's not," snapped Molly, taking the tray and placing it on the bed. Then, grabbing the spoon before Fi could, brought it up to her daughters mouth, "She's going to kill herself if she doesn't start taking better care of herself; and why is she not eating?"

"First off, she is in the room so you can stop talking about me like I'm not here, and secondly, I am perfectly able to feed myself," snapped Fi, taking the spoon from her mother.

"Okay, you guys, time out," said the ever present voice of reason-Jack, "No, I'm serious. Mom, you're smothering her, she's a big girl. Fi, we're all just worried- mom especially- there's no reason to be rude."

Although the two women didn't acknowledge Jack to be right, they did stop bickering.

At the sound of a doorbell, they heard Annie call, "I've got it.


"Can we come in?"

"Yea, sure," answered Fi.

"Fi, this is a friend of mine, Owen," explained Will. "The family believes he is a doctor who makes house calls."

"And what are you really?" Fi asked.

"I'm… sort of an unofficial Shaman," he smiled.

"Right."

"Was your Vision Quest enlightening?"

"Yea, sure."

"Do you have any questions?"

"Yea, why do I still feel like crap? I mean, it's over isn't it?"

"Yes, it is over.

"So why do I still feel like crap?" she persisted.

"I'm not completely sure, Miss Phillips. I believe it is a number of things. What I told your mother about suffering from exhaustion is true. You've been pushing your body to the breaking point for a while from what I can gather and I think the Vision Quest pushed you over the edge. Now your body is forcing you to rest, perhaps you should listen to it. Also, this Vision Quest was… unusual, forced, where as they are suppose to be voluntary. The… lack of choice, I'm sure was jarring to your system. Furthermore, because you didn't choose it, you probably weren't ready for one."

"How long will she be out of commission?"

"Hard to say… At minimum she should spend a few days on bed rest and the rest of the week recuperating. Ideally, I'd like to see how she's doing after two weeks of resting-"

"She doesn't have two weeks, really she can't even afford a week, she's already lost four days!" exclaimed Will.

"And once again, she is right here, so you can stop talking about me as if I'm not. Now, as Will pointed out, I don't have that kind of time to spare. I appreciate your concern but-"

"You need rest!" insisted the shaman. "I don't care what your schedule is like, you will make the time… or I will insist that a hospital visit would be good for you, and I'm sure Molly would be happy to oblige. And Will can't object for you without raising suspicions."

"Three days," she scowled at him, trying to control her anger.

"Three days?"

"I'll rest for three days, but then I go back to work and if you try to make trouble for me you'll find out why I earned my reputation," Fi threatened.

"Will?" implored the Shaman, hoping he would see reason, hoping he would think of her as his future stepdaughter instead of a company commodity.

"We'll give you the three days, but not a minute more."

"Alright," he sighed. "I'll speak to Molly and you're on bed rest for the rest of today, take things slow tomorrow but you can move around a little."

"He has more of a back bone than I thought," she mused, as she heard his footsteps fade down the hall. "I take it you're going to make a record of his… insubordination?"

"Yes, and he may just get a visit too."

Fi suppressed a shudder, feeling slightly sorry for the man, "I'll call Jessa and have her bring some work by under the pretense of a visit. At least I can start to catch up."

"Fi, if you really do need the rest…" he trailed off, knowing she would refuse.

"What I need is to not fall any farther behind."

"Alright, and, at some point, we're going to have a chat about Dorian," he replied sternly.

"I'm sorry?" she said, somewhat indignant.

"You kept calling out for him while you… dreamed. It would seem you have not severed the connection quite as much as you would have us think."

Fi opened her mouth to protest but he held up his hand as he made his way to the door, "Later… Just rest for now."