Chapter 6
Bryn moaned softly and opened her eyes. She was lying in the dark and on the floor. As she gradually became aware of her surroundings, she felt the weight of an arm around her waist and the soft breathing of a person behind her.
She twisted her head to get a better view and almost expired on the spot when she saw Dermott sleeping next to her. They were both dressed in white - she had on a long sleeved flowing gown and he wore some sort of knee length robe over trousers.
How much did I drink last night? she wondered groggily. Then the past events came flooding back to her. Maeve? Sinbad? Where are they? She looked frantically about, dislodging Dermott's hand but could barely see in the darkness of her surroundings. She conjured up a ball of light and surveyed the place. It seemed to be a cave of some sort.
A groan from Dermott drew her attention and she turned to him. Her eyes widened in shock as she saw the blood running from a gash in Dermott's forehead. She knelt beside him and took his face in her hands. He must have hit it when the things dropped him, she thought. She ripped the sleeve of her shirt and used it to gently wipe the blood away.
The wound was not as bad as she had first though - head wounds bled like crazy and he would have a hell of a headache when he awoke, but it wasn't life threatening in the least.
She lightly tapped his cheek. "Dermott. Wake up."
He mumbled something under his breath and turned his face away. She smacked him harder.
"Wake up!"
His eyes snapped open and she stared into the green depths that were momentarily dazed and confused. Then they focused on her and he scowled.
"Great. I get stuck with the wicked witch of the east," he growled.
Bryn shot him a cold glare and turned away before she could hit him over his head...
"Just get up," she said. "We need to find your sister and Sinbad."
"You mean they're not here?" Dermott sat up swiftly, then clutched his head and groaned. "Oh, I feel like I want to die."
He got unsteadily to his feet and braced his hand against the wall of the cave. She watched him and managed to dredge up some sympathy. She supported him by wrapping an arm around his waist and began to lead him towards the entrance of the cave.
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Sinbad opened his eyes and looked around. He was lying next to some sort of lake - the strangest thing was that the water was a swirling, purple- pink color. He got to his feet and looked around.
It was then that he noticed that he was dressed in some sort of strange robe, over a pair of loose pants. He studied the clothes and then shrugged. At least he wasn't naked.
His eyes fell on a splash of white in the grass and he made his way to where Maeve lay. He cradled her head in his arms. "Maeve?" Slowly, she opened her eyes. She blinked and then closed them again. When she focused on him once more, he saw shock and fear registered there.
"Who are you?" she asked.
Sinbad almost dropped her. "Maeve, don't you recognize me?" he protested.
"Maeve? Is that my name? It's pretty." She looked around in wonderment. "Where are we?"
"Don't you remember anything?" Sinbad questioned, rapidly becoming more and more alarmed. "Do you remember me?"
She slanted a glance at him. "Oh no, I would have surely remembered YOU."
Her tone of voice and the look that she gave had him instantly growing hard but he forced it down. Now was NOT the time or the place.
"Maeve, I'm Sinbad. I'm the captain of the ship that you are sailing on. We - you, me, Bryn and your brother Dermott were captured but some...things. I have no idea where the other two are but we need to find them as soon as possible."
He stood up and pulled her to her feet. "Now, tell me what you remember."
She looked around. "Nothing personal - at least nothing much. I have faint images of a hawk, a ship, and a large white room but nothing else."
Sinbad's breath caught. A white room? Could it be possible?
While he was pondering this, Maeve walked up to him and lightly touched her fingers to his chest. Instantly, he tensed up, praying for her to stop before he couldn't.
That blow to her head must have somehow caused her to lose her inhibitions or something - or caused a dormant part of her personality to arise, he thought. He glanced warily at her. Allah, I hope she doesn't - what am I saying - I hope she DOES get over it soon!
She studied him out of those incredible eyes. He swallowed hard and took a step back. As much as he wanted her, he wanted it to be when they were both in possession of their senses.
She wandered to the waters' edge and scooped up some water in the palm of her hand. She drank it before her could stop her and he shouted in alarm. "Don't Maeve!"
"Why?" she looked at him. "It's delicious. Incredible really. I want to swim in it."
He gaped as she began pulling her long dress over her head and he quickly ran to her side and pulled it down. "Not now. We need to find the others."
She pouted and reluctantly nodded. Sinbad looked heavenward. This side of Maeve was going to be more trouble than he had bargained for. He wanted her back to normal........
Bryn moaned softly and opened her eyes. She was lying in the dark and on the floor. As she gradually became aware of her surroundings, she felt the weight of an arm around her waist and the soft breathing of a person behind her.
She twisted her head to get a better view and almost expired on the spot when she saw Dermott sleeping next to her. They were both dressed in white - she had on a long sleeved flowing gown and he wore some sort of knee length robe over trousers.
How much did I drink last night? she wondered groggily. Then the past events came flooding back to her. Maeve? Sinbad? Where are they? She looked frantically about, dislodging Dermott's hand but could barely see in the darkness of her surroundings. She conjured up a ball of light and surveyed the place. It seemed to be a cave of some sort.
A groan from Dermott drew her attention and she turned to him. Her eyes widened in shock as she saw the blood running from a gash in Dermott's forehead. She knelt beside him and took his face in her hands. He must have hit it when the things dropped him, she thought. She ripped the sleeve of her shirt and used it to gently wipe the blood away.
The wound was not as bad as she had first though - head wounds bled like crazy and he would have a hell of a headache when he awoke, but it wasn't life threatening in the least.
She lightly tapped his cheek. "Dermott. Wake up."
He mumbled something under his breath and turned his face away. She smacked him harder.
"Wake up!"
His eyes snapped open and she stared into the green depths that were momentarily dazed and confused. Then they focused on her and he scowled.
"Great. I get stuck with the wicked witch of the east," he growled.
Bryn shot him a cold glare and turned away before she could hit him over his head...
"Just get up," she said. "We need to find your sister and Sinbad."
"You mean they're not here?" Dermott sat up swiftly, then clutched his head and groaned. "Oh, I feel like I want to die."
He got unsteadily to his feet and braced his hand against the wall of the cave. She watched him and managed to dredge up some sympathy. She supported him by wrapping an arm around his waist and began to lead him towards the entrance of the cave.
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Sinbad opened his eyes and looked around. He was lying next to some sort of lake - the strangest thing was that the water was a swirling, purple- pink color. He got to his feet and looked around.
It was then that he noticed that he was dressed in some sort of strange robe, over a pair of loose pants. He studied the clothes and then shrugged. At least he wasn't naked.
His eyes fell on a splash of white in the grass and he made his way to where Maeve lay. He cradled her head in his arms. "Maeve?" Slowly, she opened her eyes. She blinked and then closed them again. When she focused on him once more, he saw shock and fear registered there.
"Who are you?" she asked.
Sinbad almost dropped her. "Maeve, don't you recognize me?" he protested.
"Maeve? Is that my name? It's pretty." She looked around in wonderment. "Where are we?"
"Don't you remember anything?" Sinbad questioned, rapidly becoming more and more alarmed. "Do you remember me?"
She slanted a glance at him. "Oh no, I would have surely remembered YOU."
Her tone of voice and the look that she gave had him instantly growing hard but he forced it down. Now was NOT the time or the place.
"Maeve, I'm Sinbad. I'm the captain of the ship that you are sailing on. We - you, me, Bryn and your brother Dermott were captured but some...things. I have no idea where the other two are but we need to find them as soon as possible."
He stood up and pulled her to her feet. "Now, tell me what you remember."
She looked around. "Nothing personal - at least nothing much. I have faint images of a hawk, a ship, and a large white room but nothing else."
Sinbad's breath caught. A white room? Could it be possible?
While he was pondering this, Maeve walked up to him and lightly touched her fingers to his chest. Instantly, he tensed up, praying for her to stop before he couldn't.
That blow to her head must have somehow caused her to lose her inhibitions or something - or caused a dormant part of her personality to arise, he thought. He glanced warily at her. Allah, I hope she doesn't - what am I saying - I hope she DOES get over it soon!
She studied him out of those incredible eyes. He swallowed hard and took a step back. As much as he wanted her, he wanted it to be when they were both in possession of their senses.
She wandered to the waters' edge and scooped up some water in the palm of her hand. She drank it before her could stop her and he shouted in alarm. "Don't Maeve!"
"Why?" she looked at him. "It's delicious. Incredible really. I want to swim in it."
He gaped as she began pulling her long dress over her head and he quickly ran to her side and pulled it down. "Not now. We need to find the others."
She pouted and reluctantly nodded. Sinbad looked heavenward. This side of Maeve was going to be more trouble than he had bargained for. He wanted her back to normal........