Last Chapter for the day, hope you enjoy. Please R&R. Don't own it, or it'd still be on T.V.

She didn't stop to explain, but continued to race towards her room. Fi started pulling apart her very large jewelry box, not even noticing when Dorian came in.

She let out a grunt of frustration as she searched through the last draw and didn't find it.

"Love, what is it?"

"I'll explain in a minute," she told him distractedly, running a hand through her hair. "Where did I put them?"

Fi had decided, when she moved into the new apartment, not to store them with the rest of her jewelry like she usually did. She'd wanted to put them someplace safer. She could remember when she'd figured out where, she had thought it was perfect, only now she couldn't remember where that was. She was too tired to focus. They were magical and they were important and they were powerful and they were sentimental, where would she have put them? Fi squeezed her eyes shut, willing her over tired mind to remember.

Closet!

She had put them somewhere in the closet… but where in the closet. She kept the large walk in organized, it shouldn't be difficult. She pictured it in her mind- the different items, the labeled bins and boxes… which one?

Arrie!

Fi scrambled to her feet and into her closet, grateful that she kept it so neat. She moved boxes and bins out of her way, finally pulling, from the far back corner, a box labeled Arrie. Carefully, she took off the lid and tried to ignore the ache that flared up as she took in her twin's most precious belongings. She gripped the side of the box with shaking hands as she sucked in a sharp breath. She had managed to pack Arrie's stuff, albeit tears and some hyperventilating, just a few days after the funeral, she could do this. Fi felt a pair of hands rest on her shoulders and looked up to see Dorian's concerned face.

"Love?"

"I'm okay. I'll be fine. I'm used to it by now," she rambled, starting to gently sort through the box.

"Used to it?"

"When things remind me of… of her, it's still really hard… It kind of feels like getting punched in the stomach… Unfortunately, the world doesn't stop spinning just because your world shatters," she said sadly pulling out a brown leather pouch. "You just have to deal and keep going; I'm use to things like this bothering me."

She felt Dorian kiss the top of her head and looked up in pleasant surprise.

"Have I ever told you how incredibly strong you are, my love?"

Fi squeezed one of the hands still resting on her shoulder, and slid the lid back on, "That's nice to hear… Most days I feel the exact opposite," she sighed.

"I know," he smiled, pulling her to her feet. "But trust me, love, you are many things- weak has never been one of them."

"I'll have to remember that, remind myself on the hard days," she smiled, heading back to the office.

Dorian followed her, making a mental note to encourage her more often. She was strong, so strong, it was easy to forget that the face she showed to the world contrasted greatly with what she felt. Fi had the irritating ability to be the picture of calm while, in fact, she was falling apart inside.

Fi picked up the drawing with the clearest representation of the amulet and set it on the desk. Then, shaking slightly, untied the pouch and gently pulled out two amulets identical to the ones in the drawings. She handed one to Dorian.

"Love?" he said nervously as he took in the piece of jewelry, comparing it to the image before him.

"You're… You're not the only one with secrets," she told him, trying to keep her voice steady. "There are things about my magic, my coven, that I've never told you, Dorie."

The apology was clear in her tone.

"I know," he told her, sitting in the desk chair.

"What?"

"Fi, magic is private, personal, and much of it's power comes from it's secrecy. Just as there are things I have not told you, I knew there were things you didn't tell me," he explained, seemingly unperturbed.

"I didn't want to keep it from you," she said, still staring at her amulet.

"Nor did I," he said simply. "We did what we had to."

"Dorie, what I'm going to tell you… you can't tell anyone else," she told him, biting her lip.

Dorian blinked, trying to hide his surprise- she was going to trust him with something now that she hadn't when they were still engaged- and said, "You have my word, Fiona."

"Coven's each have their own individual magical marker or representation of their coven, their sisterhood, their magic- the more powerful the coven, the more unique the marker. And different Coven's use them in different ways- some have their markers put into rings, some put them into daggers, I knew one that had theirs put into pictures. My coven had ours turned into amulets. Our marker is powerful but the amulet setting only adds to that and it gives us added protection…My sisters and I are marked by the blood-fire stone," she said, letting the information settle in.

"The blood-fire stone is supposed to be a legend," he said, slowly trying to work through what she'd just confessed.

"In our world, we both know that what is supposed to be and what is are two very different things," she said sadly.

Dorian held up the extra amulet, "This is a blood-fire amulet?"

Fi nodded, "It was Arrie's."

Dorian set the amulet down on the pouch, and turned to look at Fi. She was lost in thought, and whatever the thoughts were he didn't like them. Her face was marred with a frown, and her thumb kept running over the stone in her hand, ever quickening. There wasn't much color left in her face either.

"Fi?"

She didn't respond, her frown just deepened, her forehead creasing. He also thought she was shaking slightly.

"Love, what's wrong?" he asked gently.

She didn't answer. She did start to worry her bottom lip, an old nervous habit of hers. Was her breathing more erratic?

"Fiona, tell me what's going on," he ordered- she was frightening him; it took a lot for Fi to loose it.

The amulet slipped from her hands, clattering on top of the drawing. She wrapped her arms around body in self comfort. Her breathing was definitely too fast and shallow to be healthy. A tear slipped down her cheek.

"Oh God," she gasped, her shaking becoming severe.

"Hey, hey, hey," said Dorian gently, gripping her waist and pulling her onto his lap. He wrapped his arms around her, tucking her against him, "None of that, sweetheart. Talk to me."

"Oh God," she gasped again, her hands gripping his shirt. "I can't loose anyone else."

"Who said anything about loosing anyone, love? You're not making sense," he pleaded, rubbing her back.

"I'm going to loose them, my sisters," she gasped. "It's what it means. My coven is going to be murdered just like Arrie."

"No," he said firmly, tightening his hold on her. "You are not going to loose your coven, Fiona. We have an idea of what's coming now; it's why you had that Vision. We can work to stop it."

"But-"

"No buts. Hush now," he murmured, kissing the top of her head. "It's going to be okay, honey. You're going to be okay."

Fi nodded into his chest, letting the calmness of his voice and words wash into her, allowing her nerves to settle. Slowly, she felt the shaking slow and the pressure in her chest start to lift. It felt like she could breathe again.

"Are you using magic on me?" she asked.

"Maybe a little, love," he chuckled. "Is it working?"

"Yes, thank you," she told him, pushing herself up.

To his surprise though, she didn't get off his lap. She picked the amulet back up and settled herself more comfortably before leaning back down into his chest. Dorian tried to suppress his smile, as he tightened his hold on her.

"Shut up, you," she told him.

"I didn't say anything," he insisted innocently.

"No, but you thought it," she maintained. "It's not my fault you're so comfy."

He chuckled.

"I need to warn them," she said gravely, turning the amulet over in her hand.

"Of what?"

"Of the danger their in," she shrugged.

"That's it?"

"We don't know much more beyond that, do we? I mean, what am I supposed to say, Dorie? Hey, some psychopathic, crazed, murder is after our coven and he might just chop you up into little pieces?"

"Putting it that way might not be the best idea," he said seriously, knowing that she was only being semi facetious.

"I'll just tell them I know something bad is coming, something life threatening, and they need to be careful, and that I'll let them know when I know more. They'll heed me," she sighed, feeling like she was failing her sisters- she just couldn't lose anyone else.

"Hey, hey, easy, love. I can feel you tensing up. It's going to be okay," he soothed, starting to rub her back again. "You should probably also tell them to stay in groups when they can."

"Yeah, that'd be good, thank you… I just don't know if I should have them wear their amulet," she said, uncertainly, though markedly calmer.

"What do you mean, love?"

"The amulet provides great protection, it could, it should, help to keep them safe, but if it's in every image… what if will cause more harm then good, Dorie?"

"What are your instincts telling you, sweetheart?"

"I don't know," she confessed, sounding frustrated.

"That, my dear, is because it is late and you are exhausted. You've pushed yourself enough for one night, bed time," he told her, leaving no room for argument. "We can tackle this more tomorrow, love."

Fi didn't particularly want to be alone right now but knew she didn't have a reason to postpone going to bed. Not that she'd let that get in her way. She'd just have to play dirty.

She groaned, and wiggled into him even more, "You're probably right… Why do you have to be so comfortable?"

"Just lucky that way," he laughed to cover his own groan- why did holding her have to feel so good? Pulling her back against him when she tried to get up, he offered, "Just stay put, and close your eyes honey, I'll move you when you're asleep."

"You're a good man," she told him tiredly, as she snuggled into him.

"I'm going to remind you of that tomorrow," he chuckled, trailing his fingers over her back, trying to relax her.

"I'll deny it," she said, a smile in her voice.

She could feel the vibrations of his chuckle.

"Ssshhh, this isn't sleeping," he chastised.

"I'm not good at sleeping," she reminded him.

"That's fixable," he told her starting to hum.

"That's cheating," she told him, he continued to hum. "And that was your cue to start singing it."

"Yes, ma'am," he smiled, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

He started singing it.

Fi went flying back into the wall, crashing to the floor, unaware that her family had just walked in.

"Fi!" exclaimed several concerned voices.

"She's fine," came Dorian's steady voice. "Get up, Fiona."

"Dorian, she could be hurt, man," pressed Clue.

"She's not. Get up, Fiona."

"I'm working on it," she growled. "Did you have to throw me that hard?"

"Yes, and you're not working fast enough," he barked. "In the time it's taking you to stand, someone could kill you. Now. Get. Up!"

Grunting, fi flipped up to her feet, and fought the urge to rub her now sore back. She had forgotten how grueling a trainer Dorian was.

"You threw my daughter into a wall?" said Molly, angry.

"Yes," he answered unapologetically. "What did you do wrong Fiona?"

"Well," she sighed, easing her posture.

"Don't relax!" he ordered. "When you're in a fight, you do not relax, you do not let your guard down."

"Right, sorry," she said, forcing herself to tense back up and resume her former stance. "Well, outside of loosing and getting catapulted into a very hard wall?"

"Yes, aside from that," he said, a slight turn to the corner of his mouth.

"I went with force instead of speed, and I struck at muscle instead of joints," she sighed, hating to admit her screw ups.

"Your small Fi, you will never be able to take someone with sheer force, it's why speed is your greatest asset, we'll work on that. Furthermore, because you're small, you have to use what force you have strategically, that's why you go for joints and other weak points, we'll work on that too."

"I know."

"For someone who knows, you seemed to have a hard time remembering," he pointed out.

"I know," she sighed, raking a hand through her hair- a good portion of which had fallen out of her pony tail.

"It'll come back, it's instinctual, you're just out of practice but we'll fix that," he told her. "We're going for a run tonight."

"Sir, yes, sir," she mock saluted.

"And don't forget it," he laughed. "I'm going to take a shower."

Fi watched Dorian slip out, ignoring the glares from her family, and turned to the others.

"You said earlier, to just come in so…" Carey trailed off.

"Carey!" exclaimed Gabe and Annie in unison, whacking his arm.

"Hey, ow."

"What he means is are you okay?" said Molly clearly concerned.

"Yeah Fi, he could have seriously hurt you," said Ned, sounding uncharacteristically angry.

"Guys, don't worry so much, Dorian knows what he's doing. He's doing this to keep me from getting hurt," she defended, not liking how upset her family was with her- with Dorian. "Besides if a few bruises now keeps me from getting killed later, I think that's a fair price."

"Fi, could you please not say that so casually?" asked Irene, her voice tight.

"It's the truth Irene, would you rather I sugar coat it?" replied Fi gravely.

"We'd rather you had told us about the threats against you a long time ago," answered Molly.

"What good would it have done, mom? None of you could have done anything for me. Letting you all know would have just caused everyone to worry, you didn't need that, I didn't need that," she explained, really not wanting to have this conversation.

"Fi, we're your family," pointed out Jack, sounding hurt.

"And the only way I could protect you was to not tell you," she insisted, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Look, guys, what's done is done, it was never my intention to hurt you. Now, I really need to go shower too, the stuff for the wedding favors are on the dining room table. Help yourself to anything you want."

"That went well," said Carey sarcastically, once she was out of earshot.

"I'm thinking we should wait to bring up Arrie," commented Jack.

"No kidding," agreed Molly.