"Charlie," Elsie whispered as she caressed his face, trying to wake him. They'd slept for hours, both of them needing to recover from the time travel. She'd woke just a few short minutes ago and simply lay there watching him sleep. He'd moved in his sleep so that his body was against hers. She felt him hard against her and had reacted to the stimuli, her arousal seeming to be heightened by her lack of control over her powers. "Charlie," she whispered again, leaning forward to press a kiss to his nose. That only garnered a rumble and a bit more shifting which made her moan. Sighing, she smirked as a thought crossed her mind. If he wouldn't wake up with her whispering his name, she was sure this action would wake him up.

Moving back slightly, she ran her hand down his chest then slipped it into the waistband of his pajama trousers, not surprised at all that he'd forgone shorts. When they'd spent their first night together, he'd told her they were too restrictive to sleep in comfortably. She'd grinned as she ran her hand down and up the length of him, chuckling as he moaned and called her a minx.

Charles woke fully then, his own hands moving to caress her, inching her night shirt up until it was bunched at her waist. With hands that were clever, and skilled, he had her moaning and squirming closer…his past lovers had obviously taught him well in the art of pleasuring.

As their caresses become more heated, they found themselves trying desperately to keep covered as they moved. Feeling the blankets slip from them, Charles looked down at Elsie with raised eyebrows at her giggle.

"Elsie, you know they can see us."

She grinned and nodded her head. "I do, but I trust they'll have the good sense to turn away and leave us be."

Charles shook his head and moved over her, joining his body with hers…her body clutching at his as he pulled out and thrust back in. Keeping his eyes focused on her face, he used their deep blue depths to distract him from his thoughts as they tried to wander to the fact that there were monitoring devices in this room and they were probably being watched, no matter how much trust Elsie had that those watching would turn away. The Order were just a bunch of nuts and bolts, why did he care if they saw what he and Elsie were up to?

"Mmm, Charlie. Your thoughts are very loud." Elsie whispered as she caressed his face.

Shrugging and shaking his head to clear his thoughts, Charles smiled down at Elsie, his hand pushing a damp tendril of hair from her mouth. "You're beautiful. Should we give the a real show?" he asked, finally ridding himself of the last vestige of caring about their peeping toms.

Elsie laughed as she lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist. "They're nothing but technology, so why not," she breathed as she used a foot to kick away the covers.

"We're being rather naughty. Is this what happens with old age?"

Elsie's laughter turned to a moan when Charles began to move again. His body was as skilled as his hands. Digging her fingernails into his shoulders, she arched up into him, her breasts pressed against his chest, the touch making her gasp as her hardened nipples were stimulated. "Charlie, yes! Just like that…just there."

As they continued to move together, both lost in their arousal, a thought crept into Elsie's mind making her wonder just how it was that she had the strength for this. Maybe her desire for Charles was strong enough to overcome everything else? She felt time slow around them, knew that it was prolonging their love making and she didn't much care.

It was enjoyable.

What mattered now was nothing but the two of them together.

And the family they could have.

"Charlie," she whispered as she grasped his face and held his dark gaze. "I want a family."

Charles paused in his movements. "I saw her," he whispered. "She looked just like you."

"Who?"

"I think it was our daughter."

"Oh Charlie," she breathed. "I suppose we've been having some of the same thoughts."

"I wasn't dreaming. She came and touched you. The words she said were ones I couldn't understand, but you calmed."

"If she was my daughter, then I suppose she's a Highland witch and the words she spoke would have been the ancient language we've all spoke when using our power or powers." Tightening her legs, she moved against him. "Let's finish this, Charlie. Let's see if we can make a baby."

Charles gave her a roguish grin. "If we don't this time, we'll have fun trying again."

Elsie laughed and pulled his head down, her lips capturing his, tongue plunging into his mouth, mimicking the movements of their bodies. Her mind on one thing, time sped up, and soon she was crying out Charles' name, his release spilling inside her.

And with her own release came control.

As she collapsed back on the bed, she realized Charles' hand had been on her back over X'ronos as they climaxed.

As she settled against Charles' chest, she pondered just what had happened and the only thing she could think of was that their climaxes had been so intense that it was just possible some of Charles' energy had flowed into her, helping to restore what had been jumbled by her experience during the war and after.

CnE

Snuggled together in their freshly made bed, Charles told Elsie about what had happened. "So many people, Elsie. I saw your mother and your sisters. I knew because they all resembled you. And then the little girl. I didn't know who she was at first, but as I held you after you'd calmed, I started thinking about a family, wondering if you'd been thinking the same after we'd found each other. I let myself imagine you carrying our child and then the last image, you were nursing the baby when she moved and turned to look at me. It was the same face, the same eyes, as the little girl."

"And that's when you figured she must have been ours."

"Yes. What other explanation is there? I still don't understand why the baby looked at me."

"It probably wasn't a dream, Charlie."

"What do mean? I don't have far sight."

"No, but I do. You were holding me and my powers were out of control. You were seeing our future. That's why the baby looked at you. You were there."

"So we're going to have a little girl."

"Would you rather a son?"

Charles shook his head. "No. I want a little girl with her mother's hair and eyes."

"Then I suppose you'll get your wish."

"You mean, tonight," he rested his hand over her stomach. "Now?"

"Yes. We've created the first of our family." Elsie took a deep breath. "Are we sure we want the pain, Charlie? We'll," she bit her lip.

"But Elsie, they'll give us grandchildren, and great, and on and on. Instead of us being the only ones alive in our families, we won't be alone, Els. Aren't you tired of being the only one of your bloodline left?"

"I am. We'll have to leave them eventually, Charlie."

"Why? Couldn't we tell them who we are? What would it matter? Didn't your mother know who you were?"

Elsie nodded. "She did, but only because of the far sight."

"Do you think all of our children will have powers?"

"If we have girls, yes. The boys won't have. It passes only through the mother."

Charles gently moved his thumb over the soft skin of her stomach. "Where will we go?"

"Our own time, Charlie."

"Elsie?"

"Hmm?"

"Who is Sybil Crawley to you?"

"My grand mother several generations back."

"But I don't understand. She isn't Scottish and she married an Irishman. You said the females in your family had always been Highland witches."

"Evidently, Sybil was the start of the powers. Charlie, she remembered dying after giving birth. Tom remembered all of it, too, though no one knows how. I suspect it was because of how close he and Sybil were. Anyway, from what I learned, she didn't necessarily have far sight, she just somehow always knew things. As the bloodline expanded, the power grew in strength. One of their male grandsons, I think he was the tenth generation, anyway, he married a woman from the Highlands. Their daughter had the power to see into the future – far sight – and was the first to be officially called a Highland witch. She was the first Hughes woman. She must have had more than just far sight and with each of her daughters, a power was passed down. That's the way it was until I came along. As the powers had started with her, they stopped with me."

"So you're the granddaughter of the Ancient One."

"Removed by several generations, but yes, I am."

"I've just made love to a lady."

Elsie laughed as she shook her head at him. "Daft bugger."

"I suppose I'll be in Tom's shoes, then."

"No, Love. You're no butler, and I'm no lady. We're just the last of the immortals."

"No more people cursed to live forever."

"No more. Now that Sól is back in the sky, we're free, Charlie. I don't want to go back to being X'ronos. I like being Elsie. I can be with you."

"And I like being Charles. It's wonderful being able to touch you."

"Then we'll never go back. We'll just stay."