Please RR; there are some twists coming up and want to have
Some input regarding the characters paths. (wink)
Chapter Ten…'To Be As One…
"Love is what you've been through with somebody."
James (Grover)Thurber
"This is Destiny."
Destiny bowed, "I've heard many interesting things about you." His grin indicated he enjoyed what he'd heard. He rubbed his large manicured hands together in anticipation.
Sam matched his grin, "Really, whatever you have heard, multiply by a zillion and you'll have a better idea of the truth."
Destiny laughed loudly, "I look forward to working with you."
"Oh, didn't you know, I don't play well with others." Sam watched his eyes sparkle. Behind him, she watched Time move next to Destiny's huge form and they advanced toward her and Ian.
"Oh, I told him, but he didn't believe me, "a rattling voice replied from behind her.
Sam turned, "Hey, Dead Man Stalking, what's shakin'?" She glanced over at Destiny and winked, "Dem Bones, perhaps?"
The energy ball was still intact and seemed to pulse brighter as the Incarnations entered, she noticed. Reaching down, she ran her fingers through an unmoving Ian's hair. She hoped he was unaware of the events happening around him, the flood of Power was staggering.
Death approached her; a subtle rattling noise came from his heavy black hood.
"If I didn't know that 'death rattle' was your laugh, I'd tell you to see a Doctor," Sam chided, extending her hand and flicked his cloak.
Time groaned, "There's a couple more. This is Gaia."
A plush woman, whose hair was black as fertile soil and eyes of Amazon green had a voluptuous body stood just behind Death. Her skin was the color of fresh cream and just as smooth. Her dress appeared as a mountain scene that magically cycled through the change of seasons. Breezes seemed to gust from her physical landscape, icy cold for winter and warm for summer. At first glance, she appeared to have various leaves tattooed on her body. Closer inspection revealed the plants were real and fluttered as she curtsied to Sam.
"Divine One, this promises to be a wondrous union." Her plump smile filled the glowing area with vigor. Nodding at Ian, "The young man who has chosen you is very attractive. The two of you will work well as one." She ended her comment with a suggestive wink.
"Gaia, please call me Sam. We don't stand on formality here. And this young man is Ian. He happened upon me by chance. Once he is freed, he will be 'working' for someone else." Sam looked around at the Incarnations. "I know I'm going to have more platinum in my hair", she sighed and looked at Time. "Anyone else?"
"I am here." A deep bass resonated though Sam's bones. Turning to her right, she had to look up to see a fierce, bearded face. His body was pure muscle; the color of tanned leather. He held a two handed sword in one hand and a double bladed ax in the other. Thickly braided hair reminded Sam of a freshly minted penny and his eyes were melted chocolate. Sam noticed that he wore a chain mail over a cotton padded shirt. His leather pants were stained and well worn.
"And you are?" she prompted, feeling very small and frail next to him.
"War," was his gruff reply. "Based on the others' I offer my sword and ax, and will be honored to fight with or for you." The huge man kneeled at Sam's feet after presenting himself as respectful as possible.
"Thank you War." Sam shook her head, "Please rise."
"The young… I mean Ian is a talented warrior. He was wise to chose you as his companion. Together you will be unbeatable."
"Perhaps you didn't hear me; Ian will be 'working' and a 'companion' to another." Again she turned to Time. "Is that all?"
Time gestured to the man who had appeared next to Sam's left elbow. She jumped, missed tripping over Ian and accidentally bumped into Death.
The man standing next to her was drop dead gorgeous. He reminded her of the Adonis statue, muscled, tanned and flawless. His eyes were a disconcerting green with gold specs and his hair was wavy, auburn with stunning red highlights. Trying to catch her with his eyes and cast his 'net', believing she would swoon into his arms. Love waited to sweep her into his grasp and hold her against his bare chest.
"I am the male half of Love." His voice was sensuous and inviting. "You are more beautiful than Time and Death described. You would make a perfect 'Love'."
Sam stepped back, putting Death between her and Love, and caught her breath. "Thank you." Her voice was disbelieving and weak. "Besides the fact you need glasses, will someone please tell me what's happening?"
A murmur went through them. Sam saw 'Love' make his way to Ian; he squatted next to the motionless man and began to whisper. Love waved a hand over the crown of Ian's head, and Sam watched him blink code-like to Love. Sam tried to maneuver through the Incarnations to find a way to reach Ian. The others crowded around her and tried to all speak at once. A spark of alarm rushed through her as she noticed the Incarnations were providing a perfect barrier, making it impossible to reach her immobile friend.
"Wait, Time would you please explain." She requested, holding her up her hand for the others to refrain from talking. Her eyes never left Ian and Love. Love was animated yet his voice was pitched low enough that it could not be heard by anyone except Ian.
Nodding, Time stepped next to Sam. "This concerns Ian's Destiny."
Destiny stepped over to the other side of Ian and waved at Sam. He too, squatted down and joined the "conversation" with Love speaking to Ian.
"Throughout history, this man's Destiny has been manipulated by many ruthless individuals. An upcoming disaster for the human race in imminent and his Destiny must not be thwarted." Sam observed Time gesturing a great deal with his hands; she couldn't help but wonder if he'd be able to communicate if his hands were tied. Blinking, she forced herself to focus.
"And this is important to me because…?" She queried.
"Yours is the back he must protect; he is the warrior half that will complete your diplomatic and healing skills." Time balled his right hand into a fist and punched it into the palm of his left hand to emphasize his statement.
"Not him," said Sam, "He is destined to help the 'Bladewielder." She had to bite her lip in an effort not to smile at Time's gesticulations.
"Not true," responded Destiny, "there is another more qualified to support and protect the Wielder." The infinity symbols glittered as he moved to hold his hand over Ian's head, just brushing Ian's aura and making it shimmer with many of his golden glyphs. Ian remained still, making no blink or other move at Destiny's comment.
"I don't think I can change his mind." She offered, hoping that Ian wasn't being harmed with all the Power that surged and slapped the glowing field surrounding them or insulted by Destiny's comment about 'a more qualified' person to protect the Wielder.
"You don't have to. The situation is similar when you gained your Artifacts. Your partner will choose you." Destiny's voice took on an all-knowing inflection.
"So why are you here?" Sam looked at the sea of faces. "And in case Time, Death and Evil didn't tell you, I don't appreciate that 'all knowing Oz tone'. Understand?" She glared at all the new faces, not at all intimidated.
Death and Time exchanged glances; even outnumbered she had no fear. She had become their favorite topic. Discussing how far she had come, the fact she was willing to work with the Incarnations would make a positive situation on so many 'planes. They knew she would deny Ian's role in her future. Convincing her otherwise was the challenge. Time passed his hand over his mouth, hiding the grin that threatened to escape.
"You need to accompany him back to the past. He needs to see how he was, and learn how he has been changed." Time stated with his over-sized hat nearly falling from its perch.
"You will be in contact with a special guide." Added Death, his skeletal hand touched her arm. During the moment he touched her, a transformation took place. While he was in physical contact, sinews whipped over his bare bones, tissue oozed from the strands, blood vessels appeared wrapping among and through the tissue. Lastly epidermal tissues emerged with brown body hair. His visage took on a living, breathing handsome man form. Shocked he started to pull his hand away but she grabbed it. Meeting his grey, surprised eyes, she smiled.
"And that would be?" She was getting tired of playing twenty questions, but Death's unexpected change perked up her interest.
"His grandmother." Death and Time spoke in unison. "You will need to return him to a specific 'plane."
Most of the other Incarnations moved closer to see the "new Death". They muttered among themselves how nothing like this had happened with other Divine Ones. Death thought to himself, none of the other Divine Individuals would allow themselves to be touched. Love and Destiny remained near Ian.
Sam sighed gave Death's hand a gentle squeeze, shifted her position and gave him a peck on his cheek. He almost stumbled back in surprise.
"Nice to see you in the flesh," Sam wiggled her eyebrows at Death and beamed. "We'll have to do this some other time."
Death blushed profusely and drew back, breaking contact with Sam. He yanked his cowl about his face, expecting to hear her laugh. He peeked out at her when she didn't.
"I'm Sorry." She sent to him mentally, "I didn't mean to embarrass you."
Death felt her sincerity and warmth. Had they been alone he would have loved to receive a hug from her. He looked at Ian's 'frozen' form; he was beginning to understand why this young man wanted her.
"Bring it on and let's finish it." Before I upset someone else, she decided. After her recent journey, all she wanted to do was pamper herself with a hot bubble bath. Not in this lifetime, she reflected.
Drawing himself to full height, he sought the eyes of all the Incarnations. The Incarnations communicated silently to each other. They were satisfied.
"You will be instructed, step by step. Most of us will remain, you will see us." Said Death.
"Your young man will see me, since he's familiar with my presence. Love will be visible as well, to help explain the sensations he will be experiencing and what his proper reactions should be." interjected Time. "We believe you will be able to convince him to agree to travel with you on this trip."
"He is not my young man," she objected. "His name is Ian. What is 'Love' saying to him?" Sam asked concern evident in her voice.
Destiny smiled, "Love is just giving Mr. Nottingham a few, umm, pointers."
"Pointers?" Apprehension wormed its way into her being. The idea of 'Love' instructing Ian left her shaken. Keeping Ian at a distance, physically and emotionally was difficult. Her attraction to Ian had begun to slip into the emotional chasm of love. She had to keep reminding herself that he was "spoken for" and had given his loyalty and love to another woman. Knowing the inevitable instilled her with an inescapable sadness. Tearing her gaze from Love and Ian, eyes burning from unshed tears, she refocused on Time.
Very well, I will do what I can to help him." Suddenly Sam found herself in Ian's arms as though nothing had occurred.
"We are set to begin," announced Time.
Ian glanced in the direction of the voice and recognized the fashion-challenged man. He hadn't felt or heard him enter the orb. Turning his attention to Sam, who he held possessively, and considered, required more kisses. A few lingering kisses later he could tell by the way her body shifted that he needed to give her another type of attention.
He gazed into Sam's wide lilac eyes. He felt her heart and breathing were quick. Her desire for him was palatable, and he realized he wanted her. Her demeanor informed him that he'd missed something. Before he could ask, she cleared her throat and steadied herself.
"We have something important to do." Sam addressed Ian as soon as he was aware and looking at her.
"What is it," asked Ian. Kissing her throat and running his fingers up her spine, made her squirm closer to him.
"I'm not sure, but it does require 'travel'." Sam placed her hands on either side of his face. "Will you trust me?" He's tasted Power, she thought to herself. And he likes it, trying to keep a moan at bay, unsuccessfully.
"With my life," he said sincerely, and then kissed her with so much love it left her breathless. Ian held her and caressed her back and nibbled on her ear. "Do with me as you will," His voice was affectionate and sensuous. Ian knew what he offered; he never thought he would ever find someone he would trust with his life, let alone his soul.
Squeezing her eyes tight, she tried to keep her imagination under control. Her mind wanted to twist his acceptance into numerous romantic connotations and combinations.
"I know it's hard," whispered Love into her ear, counting on the double entendre to make her jolt.
Sam pulled away from Ian, her face blazing and turned in the direction of the voice she'd heard.
"Appear, damn you." She directed her thought at Love. "Now! Or I will drag your Being Physically into this 'plane."
Ian was startled by Sam's surprised reaction. He was amused by her blush and turned on by her anger. He could not understand the fury in her eyes as she sought the area around them. Suddenly a man appeared to her right with a pleased smile on his striking face. He bowed very low to Sam, and remained in his acquiescent position waiting to be acknowledged.
"I suggest you introduce me as an associate, instead of an Incarnation. Unless, you want your boyfriend to have a platinum streak as well." Love replied mentally.
Gritting her teeth, Sam turned to a baffled Ian and rested her hand on his arm.
"Ian, this is a new associate that will be helping us." She kept her voice neutral. "He's Not my Boyfriend," was her telepathic strike at Love.
Sam's aura was violently radiating every color of the rainbow, nearly giving Ian a headache. He noticed her two "associates" did not seem to display auras which piqued his interest.
"Your associates," he gestured to Time and Love, "what are their names?" He studied Love, wondering why Sam was so infuriated at him. It relieved Ian to see Sam angry at the handsome, new arrival. Any man would feel insecure standing anywhere remotely close to Love. Physically perfect, and his manners were flawless, noted Ian and Sam wasn't captivated. He'd begun to think of Sam as his, when he was with her he felt complete.
The ticking man joined them as Sam was getting set to introduce them. Time tugged one of his Rasta-braids and raised an eyebrow. She sighed, couldn't they understand that 'she got it'."
"Ian, I'd like to introduce you to Thing One," she gestured to Time, "and Thing Two." She pointed at Love when she said Thing Two, who looked mortified. Sam began to get to her feet, but Ian was up instantly and assisted her. She thanked him with her smile.
Ian cocked his head to the side and looked at her, when he first met her she had one platinum streak, after the incident in Immo's lab she'd gotten two more. As he observed her hair, it looked like a living entity; more platinum streaks seemed to glide among her golden tresses. After a few moments four new streaks the color of summer lightening blazed among the gold.
Curiosity got the better of him and he gestured at her hair, "I just saw your hair color change. Why?" His question worked on so many levels, but he didn't want to upset her and be specific.
Sam looked at the rug as she wriggled her toes into its' plush texture. She glanced sidelong at him, "I guess you could call them badges of courage or," she stared at Love, "or badges of stupidity. But they're a part of me now." She sighed.
"They, and Others, who do not wish to be seen, will be helping us with our next task." Moving close to him, Sam took and kissed the back of Ian's hand.
Ian caught the annoyed flicker in 'Thing Two's' exceptional green eyes, and a sense of satisfaction washed through him. It was clear that 'Thing Two' was not used to being dispatched so casually by women.
"What is the task?" Using the hand Sam was holding, he gathered her to him. She didn't resist and he had her close enough for him to steal a kiss. When they broke reluctantly from the kiss, he saw her blush slightly. He noticed her aura was coated with ruby red sparkles; realization was like a blow, taking his breath. She loved him.
Time stepped up to Ian, "The task is going to require a significant amount of power that will need to come from the two of you working together."
"Sam's power is primarily based on her capacity to love." Love shrugged off his disappointment of not causing Sam to fall into his arms. Instead, he reasoned, he'll make sure she'll fall into Ian's arms. Not her Boyfriend. Ha!
"Physical contact will be very important." Love smiled encouragingly at Ian, "You will need to remove your sweater and t-shirt." Love glanced at Time, "I think its warm enough in here, don't you?"
A thoughtful look crossed Time's face, "Yes, I think it's perfect. No drafts. Mr. Nottingham, I believe you should be comfortable." Time and Love looked at Ian expectantly.
Sam was observing the by-play between Time and Love, not trusting what she was hearing. Physical contact? What were they up to?
Ian waited for Sam to voice her opinion, when she didn't he brought up her hand and brushed it with his lips. Concentration broken, he gazed into her lilac eyes, questioning. Any reason to be physically close to her was welcome, he considered.
After glancing at Time and Love again, she nodded. "If they say it needs to be done, I guess we better do it." Her position and words were solemn, "Do this only if you are comfortable; I never want you to feel obligated or in a position where you want to say no."
The genuineness of her words resonated throughout his being. If there had been any doubt before, her words erased it. I love her, he drank her in with his eyes, and soon he would have her in his arms. He kissed her hand one more time and took off his sweater. Love took it and draped it over his arm. Without hesitation, Ian peeled of his t-shirt and handed it to Love.
Sam couldn't breathe. Ian's physique rivaled Love's. Solid pectoral muscles rippled across his massive chest. His body invited her to run her fingers in his black, curly chest hair and follow it down his washboard abs, where the hair disappeared under his waistband. Mentally she cursed Love and Time. Excusing herself from the men, she turned and walked a short distance. Love must've known about her weaknesses, the hollow of Ian's throat pleaded for kisses. Sam wanted to massage his muscles, tease him with light kisses and watch his eyes light up knowing and feeling loved. She wouldn't be able to assist, let alone finish the task.
"Yes, all of us are aware of what you deem 'weaknesses." Said Death's familiar voice. "It is necessary that you indulge your 'failing', it will help to generate the Power that is required for the two of you to travel."
Sam closed her eyes, "Do you realize what you're telling me to do? It isn't fair to him. He wouldn't get the delight and the gratification. It's cruel."
"Now, now dear," was Gaia's disembodied reply. "He'll have the enjoyment and the fulfillment, without the mess." She chuckled, "We Incarnations have to be good for something."
"I suppose the difficult part for you would be to put up with his inexperienced kisses." Destiny interjected with a laugh.
"I don't find this amusing", countered Sam. "You're telling me to lead this man on and that's not right."
"You're not leading him on, child," explained Gaia. "You love him; give him the chance to feel what it's like. Besides his freedom, there is No greater gift."
Sam looked up at the luminous orb. Her cheeks were wet from her silent tears. She'd only known one man, and it never occurred to her that she'd lose her heart so easily. He deserved better, someone beautiful and young.
"Come with me child," Gaia's soft voice was conspiratorial, and she moved away from the male Incarnations.
The tone of Gaia's demeanor drew a bewildered Sam to Mother Nature's side.
"It is important for you to understand complications and truths about what you face." The abundant woman stared into Sam's amethyst eyes, instilling the sense of intensity and veracity she was about to impart. "Your young man," she put her hand up to halt any rebuttal from Sam, "Ian needs to make this journey. You must reveal love by your actions. He has never been with a woman, Divine One. Your love, compassion and sincerity are what he needs, especially for his first time. He has only experienced the evil, your rape and he fears he will harm you."
"What?" Exclaimed Sam, disbelieving, "But he's gorgeous, I don't… Oh no!" She glanced over at Ian with Time and Love, comprehension regarding Ian's situation became apparent and it her blood run cold.
"The monster that was controlling him didn't…" Her words trailed off, and she sank dejectedly onto the sand. An indescribable sadness washed through her. She hadn't noticed, to hell with the fact she was new at this, there had to have been a clue.
Rustling, the female Incarnation sat across from her Celestial One, reached over and patted the back of Sam's hand. As if reading the depressed woman's mind, she answered the unspoken question.
"No, my Blessed Lady, there was nothing for you to detect. However, You have the ability to show him the way sex is supposed to be like. At least, grant him that kindness." Taking a breath, she continued. "There is something else you must know."
"Hey, don't stop now, Gaia; hit me with your best shot." Sam mumbled miserably.
The Earth Mother's lips twitched into a grin.
"Remember the lightening strikes while you were training and you sort-of changed?"
"Remember? I still have flashbacks." replied Sam sarcastically. "Fall asleep and find myself in strange places, healing, foreseeing things that Superman would be hard pressed to intercept, oh and don't forget blowing up satellites. Only a minor change." She tilted her head, "What, am I growing a second head?"
"Well there is some good news," she hinted. Her green eyes twinkled mischievously. When she saw Sam wasn't going to rise to the bait, she was slightly disappointed, but continued.
"You no longer look like a sixty-five year old woman." Gaia practically burst.
"No, I look like some freak with butt length, yellow hair with freaking living platinum streaks. And it won't stay short after I cut it all. Bing, next day, it's like I never chopped it. I'm thrilled." Her voice dripped sarcasm like venom.
The beach shook with Mother Nature's peals of laughter, "No, you are younger. Well, look younger."
Sam narrowed her eyes as she glared at the pleased Incarnation. "Right." Her attitude clearly indicated her doubt.
Waving a hand over the sand in front of Sam, Gaia created a still, reflective pool. The light from the sphere radiated the necessary light.
"Look." She instructed.
Skeptically, Sam leaned over and peeked into the small pond and glimpsed a stranger's face, with her facial expression and gold hair. Her breath caught in her throat, instinctively she touched her face. The stranger touched her face. All of the color drained out of the face before Sam, and she sat back. Black spots filled her vision. Oh, my god! She found herself meeting watchful eyes.
"When?" was all Sam could ask.
"A day or two after the lightening strikes and your face has not aged since," Said Gaia.
Stunned. All that she was had been, was scrambled. This really was another lifetime she faced. Sam turned her attention to Ian. His aura spiked; nervous, excited, traces of fear covered with the rich blood-colored sparkles of love. She did owe him the "proper" way of knowing love. Closing her eyes she admitted to herself that she loved him. When the time came to let him go, she would. Sam gave a sixty-five year old sigh and got to her feet. No matter what lifetime, she reflected, she had to give up love. Not love, loved ones.
Love was swaggering toward her, a roguish glint in his eye. It didn't matter that she looked young, she felt ancient.
The lecture the two "Things" had been giving Ian turned into meaningless chatter. He had ascertained they were explaining sex. At which point, his body was present but his thoughts turned to Sam. Sam had been walking slowly, as if listening to someone he couldn't detect, which frustrated him. His heart lurched when he observed Sam sink wretchedly onto the sand. Her aura had turned into grey and ugly, dirty colors of blue. He got up to go to her but Thing Two barred his path.
"Samsara is being instructed by the Others. There is no need for you to be concerned." Thing Two addressed Ian's concerned expression.
"I won't do anything if it involves harming Sam." Ian flatly refused.
He saw her head tip to one side, as if her invisible companion was sharing confidential information. He yearned to be by her side, believing together they could endure anything. Suddenly her metaphysical appearance brightened. The brilliant red glitter encompassing her lifted his spirits.
"Sam will not be hurt, nor will you." This is an unorthodox trip. Due to the precision needed for time placement and to reach the proper plane. A large amount of power is necessary." Love gave Ian an appraising look.
"Ian, for the energy to build to the proper amount of Power, you will need to remove your pants. Both of you will be very close; albeit you may wear your briefs." Thing Two gave Ian a slight bow.
"Excuse me while I escort Samsara here, and we can get this trip started." Love gave Ian a wink and swaggered to Sam.
"Do I really have to take off my pants?" Ian asked in a whisper. He looked at Time, hoping that Thing Two was joking.
Time nodded, "You can look at it this way," he took a breath, waiting for the question.
"What way?" Agitated, Ian asked.
A slow and wicked smirk slipped over his face, eyes twinkling, he held Ian's concentration. "You will get to see what she looks like without the hideous robe." He could see awareness smack Ian right between the eyes.
Sitting down, Ian started to untie his boots. He kept surreptitiously looking at Sam. He paid attention to her interaction with the alluring man who by his actions wanted a more definite relationship with Sam. Ian's lack of self-confidence made him question what drew Sam to him, when this extraordinarily developed, intelligent man didn't stir her interest. Ian could still feel her in his arms; the way they fit together. Just thinking of embracing her made his heart race and brought a smile to his features.
Standing, he wondered how she would react, being intimate. Flashes from her and his memory of what she went through, whipped before his eyes. He didn't want to hurt her. His body ached for her touch, but his fear was substantial. Ian shook his head, his inexperience would make her laugh and he would certainly doubt his manhood. He sensed Thing One shift, turning he observed Sam and Thing Two approach.
Even in the robe, her gait was smooth, reminding him of an advancing panther. Effortless, she radiated strength, fluidity and Power. The light of the orb cast a glow around her. As he saw her approach, he thought he could hear her heart racing with his. Each step closer made it unbearable to just stand there. He wanted to feel her skin, kiss her shoulders and trace his way to her heart. Jasmine and the salt air wafted to him.
Ian's qualms swirled like the waves dragging sand back into the ocean. Such a beautiful woman and somehow he had stumbled into her life. Viewing the beach illuminated by a mystical mishap, Ian tried to convince himself this was indeed happening. "There are no coincidences." A shudder ran up his spine. He watched Samsara who resembled an angel more than an ordinary human and wondered what he'd done to be blessed.
Thing Two, stopped her and by the way he was moving his hands, Ian guessed Love was telling her she had to take off the monk's robe. The perfectly built man did not dignify her protests by listening; he stood and held his hand out waiting for her to give him the robe.
Sam glanced up and saw that Time and Ian were patiently waiting. She thought about the travel that they would be doing. It was for Ian's Destiny, she reasoned, maybe this will help him and then she could leave right after this was over, to avoid falling any deeper in love with him.
Sam glared at Love and then slowly pulled off the coarse brown robe. Her cotton shift had gotten caught inside, she stood next to Love wearing a pink lacey camisole and matching bikini panties. Rubbing her arms, not necessarily from the cold but in embarrassment, she tilted her head forward letting her longer than waist-length hair flow over her shoulders like a golden cape. At least it's good for something, she inwardly declared.
Ian held his breath as she removed her robe. She had the physique of a dancer, no, a gymnast, he decided. Her body reminded him of the Greek goddesses. Her muscles conveyed her strength and it seemed as though her grace was innate. Speechless, he observed her hesitation and then the angry look she gave each "Thing".
"I am well aware of what you think will happen, however," she stared hard at Thing One then Thing Two, "it may not happen the way you think or have planned. If you have a problem with this, speak up now." Her voice was soft but her message was hard and sharp, punctuated by her stormy gray-purple eyes.
Time looked surprised, but nodded. "Of course, we'll just give you a few suggestions and then…"
Sam didn't let him finish. "Implant the coordinates; I know you can do that. If Mr. Nottingham and I are to "make this trip together", we should not have a problem. If Destiny is incorrect, then nothing will occur."
"But with our help," Love stammered then Sam glowered at him, making him forget what he was going to add."
"As you wish Div" Time started coughing from Sam's severe look. "The time and 'plane have been submitted." He backed away. Sam closed her eyes and was able to make sense of Time's directions.
Nodding, Sam opened her eyes, absorbed the mob surrounding her and Ian. She held out her left hand to Ian, wondering if he really would take her hand and actually do the most outrageous thing anyone could imagine. If he took her hand, and if Gaia was telling the truth, the thoughts made her heart hurt. So many 'ifs', she didn't feel capable to be his first. How ironic, her mind almost cackled, he will be my first for this 'lifetime'.
She started when he tenderly took her hand in his right. Sam focused on the hand she was holding, looked up and met Ian's expectant gaze. At that moment, she knew exactly how a deer felt when it was caught in a car's headlights.
"All of you," she cast her voice at the "Things" and beyond to those Ian did not detect. "Will leave now, even if it is to step outside of the sphere," Her voice was commanding and compelling. The Incarnations who would have normally questioned her authority found themselves out and away from the glowing orb.
The Force of her declaration caused the hair to rise on the back of his neck and arms. Ian's emotions, intimidation, pride, and desire were in chaos. Her strength invigorated him, stimulating and fanning the blaze she sparked within him. Her light tug on his hand brought him face to face with her. He studied her features, noticed how light and shadow rippled under the light of the orb. Her forehead creased in thought.
"Before we start anything, I must ask you a couple of questions," her lilac eyes were imploring. "Please, be honest, and truthful, you might think it brutal but it essential that I know. Okay?" Her voice wavered but she set her expression as neutral as possible.
Ian assented, a bit bewildered. "I will speak truthfully." He cocked his head and sort of grinned, "You'll know if I try to lie."
His spirit lifted when she matched his smile.
"Question number one," Sam intoned solemnly. "What do you see when you look at me? Describe my age, features and anything you feel is important." Sam watched Ian's aura spike twice then mellowed to his stable royal blue and silver colors with a netting of red crystals.
For a moment Ian believed she was joking, but her stance and manner indicated she was truly concerned. How strange, he pondered. He continued to hold her hand, except he turned her one way and then the other so he might give a clear description. Ages, he hated guessing ages and he knew women were more upset if their age was in doubt.
"Um, I would guess that you are in your early twenties, twenty-six at the most." He winced waiting for the backlash that never came. He let his eyes travel over her body; he almost reached over to touch her with his left hand but caught himself.
Sam noticed Ian's aborted movement, and she smiled. "Where were you going to touch me?" She was pleased to see he was taking this seriously; it was all she could do not to hug him.
"Your long, silky hair and then your arm," He traced his left finger down her arm, emphasizing her muscle definition. Looking up shyly through his eyelashes, "Your body is amazing." He pulled her close, their bodies inches from each other. He brought his left hand up to tip her chin so he could read her soul.
"I have never seen such beguiling eyes. You are the most beautiful woman I've seen." A tiny voice brought up Sara's name, but Sam was in a league of her own. Sam's body complimented her extraordinary soul, the hand he was using to hold her chin began to tremble. "There are no words to adequately describe you." He sensed he was disappointing her, and then he had a flash of inspiration, something he'd recalled when they'd tied the bindings. "Look through my eyes, that way you can see as I do."
Sam searched his eyes to verify his offer. He meant it. Part of her being wanted to leave her question unanswered, but she had to know if he was merely "putting up" with an old woman. She took a deep breath and nodded.
"I accept your generous offer," she responded.
Ian took her free hand, "Ready?"
She shook her head, "No, but…" Before she could react she peered through Ian's eyes.
The sight of the woman standing in front of Ian was stunning. The gold and platinum hair cascaded around her shoulders, enveloping her. The body was that of a twenty-something year old athlete. Her legs were long and shapely, all muscle and no fat. Brilliant lilac eyes with golden flecks were enhanced with gold and reddish eyebrows. Lightly tanned skin, natural blush highlighted high cheekbones and her mouth and lips were faultless. Her lip color was similar to a pink and red hybrid rose.
Ian sensed Sam falter; he helped her sit on the rug and witnessed her shaky intake of breath.
"Not what you expected?" Ian inquired.
Sam shook her head, brushing a handful of hair out of her face. Closing her eyes, she sought her center. After a few moments she was breathing normally, opened her eyes and gave him a weak smile.
"I have one more question."
Her voice touched a part of his soul she'd awakened. Rich sultry words spilled into his heart and coursed through his body. He couldn't take his eyes off of her; the urge to hold and caress her was more than a challenge.
"Ask." He still held her left hand. She surprised him by shifting to be directly in front of him and placing her right hand on his cheek, brushing his beard with her fingers.
"Truthfully?" She teased. She couldn't believe her appearance. The lightening strikes really had done a number on her. Maybe she did have something to offer him.
"Always." Ian's heart leapt; she was radiant. He could tell she was happy to be with him.
"Promise you won't get upset?" Concern colored Sam's attitude.
"I don't think there is anything you could do or say to upset me, unless it's 'you never want to see me again'."
"Not that, not from me." Sam continued to stroke his cheek, treasuring the touch of his skin and the warmth of his being. "Okay," she paused, "Have you ever, no." Sam glanced down and then returned her eyes to his, trying to find the right words. Holding his gaze, she took a deep breath.
"Will I be your first?" She held his hand tightly.
Ian attempted to break eye contact but she would not flinch. Insecurity rose like bile, he heard Irons' voice preaching virginity was a shield, yet Irons had not set the example. Double standards. Ian became conscious he was nothing more than Irons' slave and was possibly being groomed to be the Wielder's slave.
He'd heard the men when they had been on duty, Black Ops, boasting about their sexual exploits. Ian had felt invisible as they carried on, telling tales. Of all the Black Dragons, he had never been with a woman. He knew the basics, he thought. A gentle pull on his beard brought him back, facing Sam.
Reluctantly he nodded, "My first." It was a mumble. His eyes looked away, the realization that he was nothing better than a killing machine, to be sold and used by the highest bidder made him ill. He understood, now, why Sara was repulsed by his presence.
"Ian, do I displease you? If there is someone else you'd rather have," Sam's voice trailed off leaving an awkward silence.
She looked down, knowing who he'd want, but she didn't have the Power to alter people's will. Unless I'm willing to go to the 'Dark Side', she thought wryly. Sam counted the colors conflicting in Ian's aura. Apparently it didn't matter what Destiny had in mind, Ian was intent on the Wielder. She'd determined the cobalt filament was connected to the green-eyed woman she faced in her vision while rescuing the child with Ian. Sam watched how he mentally studied the diaphanous blue thread that lead away, disheartened. The strand had lost a great deal of essence and influence.
Sam dropped her hand from his cheek. Released the one she had been holding, and then stood and walked to the edge of the rug. He made no protest, which made Sam's heart sink further.
It took Ian a few moments to notice that Sam was no longer with him. He hadn't heard her questions, being lost in thought. Looking up, he saw her on the far side of the rug. Her metaphysical field had lost most of its colors. A gray fog encased her as if trying to suffocate her life-flame. In some unknown compartment of his brain, he became aware that Sam's astral health was closely connected to her life force. Searching for indicators regarding her condition was impossible. Immediately he rose and resolutely went to her.
She was tired, sad and totally dispirited about what few relationships she had and ever had. She allowed gravity to pull her to the ground. The Rug molded itself around her body, creating a pillow for her head. Although it was mute Artifact, it had the ability to sense and assist It's Divine One. The fibers shared their Power and energy, pulsating and distributing the ancient Force into her body. Sam was vaguely aware of what the Artifact was doing. She patted it and murmured her thanks, and then closed her eyes.
Ian became aware of a concentrated rush of Power thundering under his feet inundating Sam's being. The flood of pure energy filled her, yet she did not rise. She rolled onto her side, facing away from Ian and loosely curled into a ball. Cautiously, Ian continued until he was standing behind her. Quietly he sat behind her, fearful that she had discovered his past and was disgusted.
"Sam? What did I do?" He knew he sounded plaintive but he wanted a chance to explain his past.
He felt as well as heard her sigh heavily. Gradually she pushed herself into a sitting position and turned to face him, eyes downcast. Ian bit his tongue; he desperately wanted to see her eyes.
"Ian, I'm sorry that I am not the woman you love." She met his anxious gaze. "I know you love another; if it was within my power to have her here in my stead, I would make it so." She shrugged, defeat weighed heavily on her shoulders. "What can I say?" Sam's imploring look staggered Ian. He couldn't believe she was serious.
Ian's reaction was instantaneous. Before Sam could blink, he moved from a sitting position and swept her into his arms, twirling her. He shifted her slightly, bringing her near and kissed her fiercely. He could never remember a time in his life when someone even considered putting his wishes before theirs. Somehow she knew about his love for Sara, but not all the facts.
He let Sam's feet touch the rug, never breaking contact. He held her head between his hands and covered her lips, temples and throat with kisses. His exuberance made her laugh. She slipped her arms around his neck and pressed her body into his.
Sam was confused and defenseless against the onslaught of kisses. His joy was a living and very lively thing. She couldn't snare his lips, he moved too fast. Instead she maneuvered close enough to place long, intense kisses at the hollow of his throat and up to his jaw. She hoped to get his attention. What had she said to prompt this reaction, she wondered.
The pressure of Sam's body against his almost distracted him. The sensations he was experiencing were beyond words. One of his hands stroked the sinews along her back, making her gasp and move closer to him. He tried to be gentle, as not to hurt her. Her lips at the hollow of his throat stimulated him. Warmth rippled throughout his body.
"Tell me what to do," His voice was hot against her ear. "I do not want to hurt you." His entreaty was full of love. He placed little kisses around her ear, when she moved against him while in his arms, he had problems concentrating. He would rather die than cause her pain.
Sam understood his restraint when he whispered in her ear. What she didn't understand was why he held her so tightly; she wasn't complaining. He held her like a lover.
"Tell you?" Running one of her hands through his mane, she tried to hold back a moan, but he caressed her back. She jerked and a soft moan escaped.
"Hurt you?" Concern was evident in his voice. She smelled of the salt air and when he nuzzled her neck he reveled in the scent of jasmine. When she moved against him, it reminded him of the times he'd catch butterflies. He'd hold them kindly between his hands and feel their wings beat against his palms, and then free the beautiful insects unharmed.
"No." She managed to squeak. He'd started massaging a place on her back and it literally took her breath. A few moments later, Sam was able to find bare skin and kiss him, mentally thrusting her true feelings into his essence.
Ian jolted with a sharp intake of breath as his body was engulfed with flashes of heat and spasms. Sam's love was pure and it coursed throughout him.
"Is it supposed to feel like this?" Ian asked breathlessly. Without understanding, he felt her smile. He didn't remember how or when they had sunk onto the rug. He rediscovered her lips and made sure to reintroduce himself. His strong arms encircled her waist; his hands lightly touching her back.
Sam responded to his kisses. She stroked his temple when they paused, tilted her head as she studied his face. Her brow was wrinkled in thought.
Seeing her puckered brow, Ian placed a light buss on the ridge of her forehead.
"Did I do something wrong? Tell me, please." His voice, though husky, was nearly a whisper.
She gave him an ironic smile and tossed her head negatively.
"Not you. Me." She replied, brushing a tendril of his hair off his face.
Ian looked at her mystified. "You didn't do anything wrong?" He frowned, "Did you?"
"I just wanted your first time to be special." She glanced into his eyes then looked at his body as he leaned over her. Her finger drew languid circles on his chest. "You don't need to worry about hurting me."
"But, before." He trailed off, unable to give words to the horror in her past.
"Oh, babe, two totally different events. What happened before?" She waited till he met her gaze, "That was brutal, about power and abuse. What you and I are doing's considered making love."
"But it is sex, right?" Part of him felt embarrassed to have to ask, but he felt safe with her. She made him feel whole.
"Yes," she chuckled. "It's a part of sex." She observed the garnet hues surrounding him grow darker and larger.
"There's more? Is that when we copulate?" His face lit up light a child discovering more Christmas presents.
Sam tried unsuccessfully to keep the smile off her face and the laugh that escaped. She covered her mouth and turned her face, but he could still fell her body shake as she laughed.
He looked at her unable to determine what she found so amusing. Ian didn't feel like she was laughing at him. Watching as she tried to get a keep a straight face was entertaining for him. He could feel the humor lurking under the surface. Sam shifted beneath him; he gasped in astonishment by what her movement had initiated in him.
Sam heard his gasp and paid attention to Ian's attempt to 'not' move. Slowly and deliberately she moved her hips from side to side. She was rewarded with another sharp intake of breath and Ian looked at her, helplessly.
Ian felt like his body was betraying him. He wanted, no needed something but he didn't know. He didn't want to bother Sam, except he didn't think he had a choice. He gave her a beseeching stare and was surprised by her warm smile.
Sam's hand slipped behind Ian's neck, under his hair and gradually pulled him to her. She had to reposition to meet his lips with hers.
He moaned and melded his lower body with hers. Her kiss electrified him; in the back of his mind he practically chanted "making love not brutal". He wanted Sam to know how intense, incredibly wonderful she felt to him. He wrapped his arms around her and returned her kiss with gusto.
Sam wanted him to enjoy and know the pleasure. She loved his kisses, with one hand behind his neck; she ran her other hand down his back making him shudder. Odd she thought, "making love not brutal" seemed to echo in her mind. His moan motivated her, she found herself moving with him. His body was hot and solid. They found their rhythm. She thought it was up to her to help Ian find gratification.
"I want you to feel this with me," Ian murmured in her ear. He kissed her temple, and sped up the rhythm. Suddenly Sam was experiencing Ian's feelings and he felt hers.
"This is the way to make love?" Ian asked as their bodies started to quiver as one. The intensity of their sensations was doubled. Sam was stunned, couldn't think because her and Ian's body were arching, pressing harder. They held on to each other, were spectators and participants simultaneously. Their forms hit an unspoken peak and then stopped; tensions had been set up like dominoes. One of them trembled and all the pieces collapsed, one against the other. Their orgasm exploded, rivaling a cosmic event.
They clung to each other as aftershocks battered them at irregular intervals. A few moments of tranquility passed and Ian kissed Sam tenderly. They both felt like pieces of crystal.
"Hold me?" Sam requested, fighting to keep her eyes open and not succeeding.
"Anytime," replied Ian just as sleepily. He curled his beaten body around hers. Before sleep overtook both of them he whispered in her ear.
"I love you, my Samsara."
*******
Time looked at Death across the empty beach, then at the other Incarnations.
"Don't tell me we've lost them." Time exclaimed.
From a small hut, came roaring and several different screams.
"I'll return the Elder, the rest of you," Time looked at his comrades, "Are on your own to find the Divine One."
He glanced at the hovel where many of the beasts had gone, and then noticed the ones that had been guarding the outside of the orb. With a thought he was at the hut, grabbed the Elder and returned him to his body. He left the old man with a memory of something amazing happened, but he couldn't recall what it had been. The young man he'd had in his office, had gone into the library.
*****
Time bit back a curse. Instead, he started to search hoping that Sam would not alter history. He didn't hold much hope for that. He straightened his fuzzy hat and fondly remembered his Daniel Boone hat. With a flick of his wrist, the hat changed. He looked about the compound, sighed and stepped….
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Immo sat in his office, horrified by the classified intelligence he'd been receiving all morning by courier. He was searching for reasons why his reports had been so shocking. Immo had to find something to inform and explain to Mr. Irons. Going over complicated to simple lab tests, each one had the same conclusion. No matter where the research laboratory was located or what the scientists used to mix their solutions resulted in one thing.
""Chicken soup?" Immo read incredulously aloud.