A/N: Bit more warning. Bit of smoochy shmexy. Just a bit. :)

Hovering near, Lev and Binky exchanged a look, before Binky drifted a bit closer to the pair.

"Um…"

Kalina's hand lifted, fumbled out a bit until she found the Ghost, then lazily pushed her away. Recovering herself, the Ghost turned back to Lev.

"Organics are so weird," she said, and Lev couldn't help but agree, before the pair of them vanished back into their respective tags.

Neither Min nor Kalina noticed them go. After brushing away the Ghost, Kalina's arm settled around Min's shoulders, doing little but pulling the Titan even closer. Even when their lips parted, neither seemed inclined to release the other.

"My reputation is irretrievably ruined, you know," Kalina said softly. "First, I let a Titan wear my cloak, and now this. I'll never be able to show my face around the office again."

"It's all right. Cayde's been looking for a way to fire you for years. I think he was going to frame you for stealing staplers," Min said, then grinned when Kalina laughed a little.

"Soon to be fired and you're already trying to take my job," Kalina said, lightly brushing her hand over Minerva's cheek again. "I'm the one that makes the jokes around this place, and don't you forget it."

Min made a soft sound of enlightenment. "Oh. Those were jokes," she said.

"That's it, now I'm really mad," Kalina said, and then kissed her again. When it broke this time, they just stood a long moment in silence, head's resting together.

"We should go downstairs. Get some food, some sleep." Then Kalina added wryly, "And my feet are killing me."

"Your feet?" Min asked, confused.

"Well, yes. In case you hadn't noticed it, you're a good few inches taller than I am. And these boots are not made for being on tip-toe."

Min took half a step back and blinked down, and the Hunter laughed again as she dropped back down to her normal height. Threading her hand in Minerva's, she led the Titan out of the Temple and into the fountain square. The air held a knife-like cold after the cozy heat near the brazier, but Min barely felt it.

A million questions were darting around in her head, a million feelings. Her body felt anchored by the cold, but her mind was somewhere above even Felwinter's Peak, dancing around in the stars again to the strains of the Beautiful Blue Danube.

On the lift ride back down to the lower mountain, a thousand words started to form, but Min spoke none of them. From the glances that Kalina kept sending her way, right before squeezing her hand more tightly, it seemed she was not alone in this.

Now was not the right time for this conversation. They were both far too tired, emotions far too high, to do it proper justice, give it proper respect.

She looked over at Kalina again, catching the Hunter as she looked back. They both smiled.

Then again, maybe it's a conversation we've already had, she thought. Some conversations, after all, never actually needed words.

Min also realized she was not nearly as tired as she had been just half an hour before. As they stepped off the lift and headed toward food, more and more looks were exchanged. Both actually opened their mouths to speak several times before closing them again, both grinning wider with each instance. Finally, they reached a corridor junction. Food was one way, living quarters the other. They both paused, opening their mouths again before laughter finally broke through.

"We look like a couple of goldfish!" Kalina said, beaming at Min. Then, speaking swiftly, as if afraid she wouldn't get it out, she said, "Are you really that tired?"

"Not even slightly," Min replied instantly.

"Food?"

"Fuck food."

"My thoughts…almost exactly," Kalina said breathlessly. Tightening her hold on Min's hand, she began to run down the hall toward the living quarters.

Laughing, the Titan ran right along with her.

"Min."

Min had died often enough now to wonder how similar it could be to sleep. Not just any sleep, of course, but the heavy, boggy depths of sleep only true exhaustion could ever seem to reach.

"Min, wake up."

Her sleep hadn't been completely spent down in that endless, weighted black. As she started to surface again the memory of dreams came to her; incredibly pleasant dreams.

"Wake up. C'mon, Min."

She groaned finally, cracking one eye open. As the blurred shape of her Ghost appeared in smears of light and she remembered where she was, she also remembered something else.

They weren't dreams at all.

"What's so funny?" Lev asked, finally coming into focus.

"Nothing's funny," she said groggily. "I was sleeping."

"You are grinning," he said, tilting a little wryly.

"It was a very pleasant sleep," she told him.

"Uh huh."

Gripping one of Kalina's pillows she tossed it at him and rolled onto her side. He easily bobbed out of the way.

"Minerva, you need to get up," he said exasperatedly.

"Funny," she mumbled. "You don't look like my mother."

"And how would you know?" he asked.

But Min had woken up enough to realize something, and lifted her head with a frown, looking around. She was still in Kalina's room, but the Hunter was no where in evidence.

Properly interpreting her confused expression he said, "She's been up for quite a while already. She said to let you sleep. However Saladin would like to see all three of you, and Binky said something about Zavala calling Forge earlier this morning."

Min finally sat up, scrubbing her hands over her face and looking around for her clothes. "What did he want?"

"I don't know, but I suspect it's part of the reason Saladin wants to see you. He's been talking to Kalina most of the morning."

"Most of the morning?" she asked, halfway into her shirt. "What the hell time is it?"

"Nearly noon," he replied.

"Noon?"

"She said to let you sleep," he said again, as she finished dressing and started lacing up her boots.

"What about Gen?"

"He's probably already there too, he was in the library earlier."

Dressed and tidied up enough to look presentable, Minerva headed out of the room to find Forge.

The Iron Lord was where she had expected he would be, in the small library in the giant hall that had once rang with the voices of dozens of others. Now the only voices to be heard were his, and Min's fireteam.

Forge stood regarding the fireplace, speaking with Kalina and Gen, all three with their backs to her. They turned as they heard her coming, and the faint smile on Kalina's face abruptly faded in a way that gave the Titan a good deal of pause.

"What happened?" Min asked as she drew near.

"Minerva," Saladin greeted heartily before either of her team could answer. "As I told you last night, I was hoping that you lot would be able to linger for a few days, but it seems I am to be disappointed."

"Zavala reached out to Saladin earlier this morning," Kalina said, touching Min's arm as the Titan reached their side. "He wants us back at the Tower."

"Well, he wants you back at the Tower," Gen said evenly. "He didn't mention us."

"We go together," Minerva said, as if she barely thought it needed saying.

"That we do," he replied.

"Did he say why?" she asked Saladin.

"He did. Though he seems reluctant to share too many details until you are there face to face. There are two reasons. They have a suspicion regarding what you three saw on the moon when you went to retrieve Typhon's Ghost."

"They are probably going to want us to go back," Gen said, and Min looked at him with a cold feeling in her stomach.

"We're lucky we survived the first time," she said.

"Which is far more than many other Guardians who went up there can claim," Saladin told her. "Don't sell yourselves short. What you three did on the moon, as well as here, is impressive. I have every faith that if he does choose to send you back, you will be just as successful. However, you should also trust the Vanguard. They have no desire to lose you three, or any other Guardian under their command. If they do send you back it will not be lightly, and it will not be without the tools you need to give you the best chance of success."

Min nodded slowly. There was no use burying herself in worry that the Vanguard might throw her at the moon again any time soon; she had little evidence that's what Zavala even wanted, though she did trust Gen's assessment on the matter.

Best not to jump off a bridge until you're sure you've got to cross it, she thought, then her brows knit a little. Where had she heard that before? She couldn't remember, but she had a very distinct impression that she had heard it before, and more than once.

Kalina must have seen the distracted look on her face because she touched Min's arm again, and Min returned her focus.

"You said there were two things?"

"Yes," Forge said, watching her evenly. "He did not give me details, but they seem to feel that they may have uncovered something to do with your…past."

She didn't have to ask to know he meant her past before she was Lightborn. The cold feeling she'd gotten thinking about the moon only returned a hundred-fold- she'd gladly go back there and tackle any number of Hive over finding out who she had been before.

"You don't have to hear it," Kalina said quickly. "They've already said that if you don't want to know-"

"I don't want to know," Min said with a nod, then gave Kalina a meaningful look. She didn't know if Saladin knew about her visions or flashbacks or whatever they were, and if he didn't she wasn't going to tell him about them now. However, it was clear that they weren't going to leave her alone, might even get worse and worse the more she tired to avoid them. She may not be able to avoid knowing who she had been- and all the terrible and wonderful that might be dragged along with it.

"I doubt they'll force it on you," Forge said lightly.

"On a lighter note," Gen said. "Our pet Hunter has grown teeth."

"Oh?" Min asked, confused, looking at him then back at Kalina.

"I'm not your 'pet Hunter', Warlock," Kalina said.

"It must have been the flea collar," Gen said. "Threw me off."

"I'm getting closer and closer to fulfilling your wish to be murdered," Kalina told him, and as Lord Saladin looked at Gen in baffled confusion at this revelation, touched her throat, and then lifted her arms up so Minerva could see them clearly.

At her throat where her usual cloak fastened was a gold and green broach, an egg of emerald marble with a gold howling wolf on the front of it. As well, she was still wearing her usual leather gloves, worn almost butter soft over time, but a pair of guards had been strapped over her forearms that Min had never seen before. Green and edged with gold, they bore the howling wolf and the spreading tree of the Iron Lords.

"You're an Iron Wolf!" Minerva smiled happily, and Kalina beamed.

"Lord Saladin asked if I wanted to be this morning."

"He asked if I wanted to as well," Gen said, and Minerva smirked at him.

"And you said no."

"Of course I said no. The flea collar would look dreadful on me," he said dryly.

"I have something for you as well, Minerva, before you three leave," Saladin said, and then walked over to the table where they had sat only a couple of nights before, talking. "You turned down my offer for you to be an Iron Wolf as well, but you're going to need this."

A suit of polished Titan armor lay on the table, everything from the gloves to the boots. The chest guard was silver, with a gold and lapis embossed crest on the front. Instead of the howling wolf head and spreading tree of Kalina's, this crest had two wolves facing away from each other like wings. In the center were a pair of eagle heads and hands holding blades at the ready, centered on the Titan's crest- four triangular shapes that came together to form a shield.

Reaching down, Saladin picked up the helmet and regarded it a moment. The front of it looked like a woman's face, a woman wearing a helmet of her own in the old Greek or Roman stile. A stiff brush of red ran along its crest.

"This was Jolder's," he said, and then held it out to her. "It will be good to see it on a Titan again."

Min took the helmet and looked at it solemnly. The serene, almost philosophical expression on the helmet's 'face' seemed to regard her as solemnly.

"I'm honored, sir."

"It's beautiful, Min," Kalina said, picking up the breastplate. "Lev, she has got to try it on."

"On it," the Ghost said, before Min could even start to protest. His beam passed over the items still on the table, then the breastplate, transmatting them into digital form. The helmet faded from Min's hands and a moment later the beam played around her, dressing her in the armor in a matter of moments.

Kalina let out an appreciative whistle as Gen clapped his hands a few times.

"You look right out of the old stories of Camelot," he said. "A Knight of a Titan if ever I did see one."

"If they do send us back to the moon the Hive are going to be so dazzled they won't even fight," Kalina said.

"I was right about the fit," Saladin said to her. "How does it feel?"

It felt heavy, Min thought. It felt like it was full of ghosts. Ghosts she was unsure she measured up to.

"It feels fine," she said aloud, and as she saw Kalina beaming at her, she couldn't help her own smile though they would not be able to see it behind the opaque mask.

It wasn't even a lie. Everything at that moment felt just fine, indeed.