DC: The characters belong to Adventures of Sinbad and not at all to me (I never would have cancelled them if it did).the new characters belong to me though.

Prologue:

Sinbad woke up that morning with the same thing (or should we say person) on his mind as he did everyday for a VERY long time. He could still smell the remnants of her. He knew it was only a dream. But he could never help getting wrapped up in his dreams...his dreams of her. He could still remember last night's newest adventure his mind placed them at.

*The Dream*

They were at a festival. He could see his brother Doubar indulging in the great feast the island held. Rongar and Bryn were amusing themselves by watching Firouz demonstrate to some children the better points of one of his inventions. Sinbad could only imagine what trouble his brilliant scientist would get himself into as he watched Firouz light up his newest creation.

Sinbad had the idea to intervene, and keep his friends and crewmates out of trouble, but once he inhaled he breath in the sweet and familiar scent that could always erase anything he was thinking. He turned to see a smile that could light any room, though he was always more concerned about how it lit up his heart. She turned her sight to what he hadpreviously entertained him.

"I believe our Firouz has finally found an audience that could truly appreciate him," she said as way to, if nothing more, than to distract her captain from his intense gaze.

"Yes" was the only reply he could mutter. He was to deep in thought. Thoughts of her, thoughts that grew more and more haunting as time went on.

"I am actually very tired; I think I will be going back to the inn." She said turning back to him. She turned to walk down the dirt path leading back to where they had set up occupancy until they were ready to continue on their voyage of the seas she felt her hand being held. She turned to see the person holding it.

As if her words were an anvil knocking him out of his trance. "You can't leave now." as his voice deepened and he stepped closer to her "the fun is just beginning"

His words were hoarse. She wondered if he knew what he did to her when he spoke like that. She decided to squash whatever thoughts and emotions were arising in her mind. She slowly pulled her hand out of his grasp. "That may be true sailor. But I won't be much fun if I don't get to rest my eyes soon." She turned again to the dirt road and crossed her arms in an effort to keep them safe from anymore unexpected grasping and to keep her warm.

He watched as she walked down the path and into the inn. Why was it he felt so empty, so cold, when she left his side? It had been a growing epidemic for him for many weeks now. He started walking down the path, like a thirst that needed to be quenched.

She knew she was not exactly that tired, but she was not in a festive mood. She had been spending too much time on things that could never be.

"Girl, you must stop thinking...you are going to drive yourself mad." She pulled off her boots and her dress. She wanted to at least enjoy the lovely bed. She'd come to appreciate those types of things more. She loved the Nomad, it was her home, however she did miss sleeping on a flat bed instead of her shaking hammock. The rocking may help infants with sleep, but she always had much more trouble adjusting. She slipped herself into the cascade of blankets and to at least give an attempt to it, she closed her eyes.

He walked into the inn. He saw the innkeeper and gave him a quick nod.

"Heading in Lad?" the innkeeper asked while he was preparing to retire himself.

"Yes. I do think it is time." Sinbad said knowing the double meaning in his words.

"Ah, well that is good. I must leave too. My wife must be waiting for me, though she must be asleep. Allah bless that woman I could watch her sleep for hours." The old man looked up as if he pictured his wife in the ceiling. Shaking his head as to relinquish the image, "well than, good night young one."

Sinbad nodded his head as he watched the old man retire to his own part of the inn. If that was not a sign, than he did not know what else could be one. He needed to see her now...now more than ever...even if it was to watch his own blessed one sleep.

She had her eyes closed and her body turned towards the wall. She was starting to become drowsy, when her senses awoke her again to the noise of her creaking door. Someone was entering her room. She crept her hand under her pillow to reveal the dagger that Rongar gave her for protection. She could only imagine one of those drunken villagers watch her go in to the inn and were maybe thinking to to try something. Well they wouldn't get very far in their plans as far as she was concerned, and she had the weapon to prove it. She heard the foot steps get closer. 3...2...1...she turned from her phony sleep to her culprit on her knees in the bed...with her dagger to his throat.

He did not move or speak. He should have known better than to underestimate her reflexes. He found himself rather amused and just a bit frightened. He knew he could handle this two ways: 1) he can identify himself and calm her nerves or 2) have a little fun...guess which one he chose.

Trying to shield his voice. "Who are you. What are you doing in my room?" he kept silent knowing it would drive her crazy. "I asked you a question, but fine if losing your neck will not deter you from your silence maybe the loss of something else would." He felt the dagger lift from his throat and trail down to where his...yeah that's where...He couldn't contain himself anymore. He burst into laughter.

"SINBAD!" She pulled up the dagger and shoved him away from her. "You horrible, arrogant bastard. What did you think you were doing?"

He could not respond due to his insane laughter. Her glares could have pierced a hole through his skull. "Hahaha, I believe sorceress that I just scared you out of your wits, but it is reassuring to know you can take care of yourself." His laughter subsided a bit.

"You are fortunate that I had decided to ask any questions. I could have just decided very well with ANY intruder and ended your life there!" She protested. He knew how to get under her skin, and as much as she hated it, she loved it just the same.

"No, I am too great a warrior" she gave him a look of surprise and disbelief.

She smiled and got up to be face to face with him, "Well great warrior, sneak into my room like that again and we shall see who is the winner of this argument."

She was tall enough to stare him straight in the eye. Her breath warm on his face. He was so close to what he had wanted from the moment he laid eyes on her. "Is that an invitation my dear sorceress?" his voice hoarse again.

She knew how dangerous this situation had become. Realizing she was in nothing more than her long undershirt and her red curls framing her face, it was more than he could handle. She started stepping back to hopefully relieve the intensity. He wouldn't let her this time; those same hands that grasped her hand earlier that night and sent her those unwanted butterflies to her stomach started snaking around her waist. He may not be able to view her figure, but he could feel it, her perfect curves.

"Sinbad, what are you doing?" she said it so low it sounded like part of the wind. "I don't think we should." he put his finger over her mouth to quiet her, but then he used it to trace her lips.

"Say you don't feel it, and I will go." His statement surprised her. "I...I...um" she turned her eyes away from his gaze, her mind and her heart both started tugging at her. She knew what she wanted, and she could most certainly feel what he wanted, but her brain kept screaming stop.

He could see her debating in her head, so he decided to give his side the advantage. He left one arm around her waist, but he took his other hand under her chin so she would turn to him again. When she looked into his eyes, her brain shut up. He pulled her close and like something that seemed so natural to them both their lips came together. She moved her hands up to his face, she wanted to giggle cause she could feel the stubble. The sexy stubble that always gave her all those lovely dreams of him. She moved her arms up around his neck into his hair. 'Oh God his wonderful hair' she thought. Their kiss was one of passion, but also one of something deeper. And they could both feel it. Their tongues met each other like two old souls that have been separated for years. They kissed from for what like a heavenly eternity. He knew he had to pull away soon or they both would collapse from not breathing. As he pulled away he made little kisses on her lip and bit her lip, tugging it, not wanting to let her go.

He moved her into an embrace and started whispering in her hair, "Tell me, say you feel it...please say it." She pulled away and looked him in the eye. She saw it, the want, the need, she knew he needed to hear it, and she needed to say it. "I love you, Sinbad."

He felt like he could walk on air if needed be, he smiled, he pulled her back into a kiss. He pulled back for a second, "I love you too." And she smiled right back and started frustrated kisses from their lips to their their chest. "God how I love you." He picked her up by her legs and let them wrap around him. Never stopping their kisses he walked towards the bed and landed on it with him on top of her. He moved his hands up her thigh, and as he was ready to make their confessions of love complete. He started to hear someone calling.

*End Dream*

"Sinbad, are you going to sit there all day little brother? We have a ship to run." And as his brother so RUDELY cut off his daydreaming he walked out of quarters. He looked out at the beautiful day, and saw the glorious sun, but no matter how beautiful. His mind kept returning to the one thing that his mind always returned .

"Good morning captain." He felt the hand of his newest crewmate on his shoulder. "Morning to you too Dermott." He smiled and saw the red headed man moved towards the edge of the ship. Where Bryn was.

It had been 4 months since Rumina had died and the spell that imprisoned him was lifted. Sinbad did worry they may be a bit of a disadvantage losing their eyes in the sky, but he didn't care. Not to say he wasn't happy when he found out the residual effects of the spell left Dermott with the powers to communicate with other animals, giving them back the eyes and more so.

Dermott was much better company though, as a man than an infernally cranky bird. He re-adjusted rather quickly to life as a man. But that did not surprise Sinbad, he was Maeve's brother after all, and he also had a bit of help from a certain sorceress. He saw how close Bryn and Dermott got. He knew they were close as bird and keeper, but as man and woman, the way they continued talking and looking at each other, they were going to turn out to be much more.

As happy as he was for them, he could not help feel a tinge of jealousy. He wanted his sorceress back. He wanted to breath in her scent, and talk with her the way he saw Bryn and Dermott. He missed her more than he wanted to recognize, her smile, her arguing, the way he could talk to her like no other. He didn't know how or when but he knew, if he ever wanted his soul at ease, he had to get her back.

"Ready to set sail captain?" asked Firouz from the mast. He snapped back into reality. Knowing he had a job to do and a crew to lead, "Where are we headed?" Sinbad jumped up to him.

"We are going to Cestria Island. And old friend needs some help." Sinbad replied to his men, and started informing them of the coordinates of their next adventure.