Disclaimer: Xander, Yorgi and xXx belong to people smarter and more talented than me, I'm just taking them out to play. I do own Oriana tho, and the situations I put her and Yorgi into. I'm doing this for love, not money, so please don't sue me. I'm skint enough already :grin:

Author's Notes: Having reviewed the feedback on this story, and having finally gotten some free time (lol), I'm going on with the story. There are a few things from feedback that I would like to reply to...

1. If Yorgi had been seriously injured, he would not have returned for the rest of the movie, but still survived to possibly recover and return at a later date.

2. People CAN and DO survive explosions! The reason I was specific about the way Yorgi fell and the way the boat hit the cliffs came from a friend who works with explosives. He helped me to describe how it would have been possible for Yorgi to survive the explosion, albeit very seriously injured and at risk from both the fire on the surface of the water and hypothermia from the temperature of the water itself.

But enough talk, on with the story :)

2. Nex Addo

Fire. Ice. The world around him was burning, but frozen at the same time. Flames moved towards him across the ice, like a serpent slithering towards its prey. He was breathing hard, but his breath made no cloud in the frozen air. He could not move, could not escape the flames which grew ever nearer, surrounding him with the promise of a painful death. The sky was a curtain of black velvet, starless, and as empty as the plain upon which he lay. The silhouettes of mountains reared up in the half light around him, like magnificent stallions locked in a battle for supremacy. The fire edged closer, flickering close to his bare feet as he struggled to pull himself upright, away from the danger. A shadow beyond the fire caught his attention and he called out, hoping someone had come to help him. A small patch of fire died down to the barest flicker, and Kolya stepped into the circle which enclosed Yorgi.

"Kolya, my brother! I thought you had died at the hands of the American..."

"I did. I came to ask you why you let it happen? You were supposed to protect me, but instead you let me die. And you have not avenged my death!" Kolya's voice was hollow, as if the words were spoken from a great distance.

"I will avenge you! AHAB should have done it's work by now, we will all be avenged!" Yorgi promised, his voice firm.

"No, we will not. The American stopped the weapon. We will forever be held here, unable to rest for we will never be avenged."

"NO!!!"

"Yes brother. We are all here, and here will we remain until we are avenged. You will join us soon, and we shall spend eternity suffering, without peace..." The words became quieter as Kolya stepped back out of the circle, the fire springing back up where he had been.

"Kolya, don't leave! I promise you I will avenge you! Kolya... KOLYA!!!" The words were full of longing and fear as Yorgi watched his brother disappear into the darkness, leaving him alone. The fire resumed its implacable march towards him, searing his skin as it finally consumed him...


The full moon hung low in the dark night sky, thousands of tiny points of light surrounding it. A small fire cast its light on the rocks surrounding it, shadows dancing across the ground as a breath of wind caused the flames to flicker for a moment. Two figures sat beside the fire, watching a third as he tossed and turned, caught in the grip of a dangerous fever. The young woman turned to the older man beside her, her eyes questioning.

"We must let the fever run its course. There is nothing more we can do for him," he told her, his voice soft.

"But... there must be something we can do..."

"I have removed the bullet from his body, but the fever which grips him is a result of more than his physical wounds. There is nothing more I can for his body, but perhaps you can help his soul struggle."

"I will try, Master. But would it not have been better o let him die?" she asked, her voice muted and her eyes downcast.

"No, he must live!" The older man admonished her. "His fate will affect us all, and we must allow him to fulfil his fate."

"I understand, Master."

"Be easy, daughter," he assured her. Reaching out, he placed his hand beneath her chin and gently forced her to raise her head and look at him. "We all have a part to play in this game, my wilful child. In time, you will understand the part you must play, even though you may not want to..."

"I will do as you say, and help the Death Bringer in any way I can," she promised. As soon as the words passed her lips, the woman felt a strange shiver run down her spine. The darkness seemed to close in on her and she felt a change in the air; the smell of summer surrounded her and the air held a hint of warmth. She looked up and saw the stars were different, arranged in the summer configuration. A sigh caused her to tear her gaze from the sky and she saw the Death Bringer laying beside her, fully healed, and as naked as she was. He reached out to gently caress her, and she shied away from the touch, finding herself once more in the mountains with her master and the injured stranger.

"You will understand, and you will submit to the part you must play..." The old man murmured, watching her closely. Suddenly he smiled, and the chill in her bones vanished; the memory of what she had just seen slipping away, as a dream dissolves once the dreamer awakens. "Watch over him, Rosheen, and do not fear. He will not harm you..." A secretive smile tugged at his lips as he watched his charge, knowing what her vision had shown her.

"I will, Corshan. I will do all in my power to ease his suffering until the fever breaks."

"Good. I will return on the morrow to see how he is doing. Good night, my wild daughter," he said, laying a gentle kiss on her forehead.

"Good night, Master." She watched him leave, fading into the darkness as a shadow vanishes in the light. Smiling to herself, she turned back to her charge. His body was soaked with sweat, as the fever burned within him, and she knelt beside him, laying a cold, damp cloth to his brow. He stirred beneath her touch and slowly opened his eyes, his gaze direct though his eyes shone with the fever.

"Exsisto securus, Nex Addo," she murmured, wiping the sweat from his face.

"Who are you? I don't understand..." His voice was hoarse from the hot fumes he had inhaled during the accident.

"Rest. I here to help. Rest," she told him in broken English. She knew the language well, but she was unused to speaking it, and so her words were stilted.

"Who are you?" Yorgi asked again.

"A friend. Rest, let fever leave."

"What is your name?"

"My name Rosheen. Rest now," she murmured, supporting his head as she lifted a small wooden cup to his lips and watched him drink. His eyes began to close almost immediately as the powerful herbs took effect, sinking him back into sleep as the fever raged inside. Gently covering him with a second thick blanket, she pulled her woollen cloak around her more tightly and sat beside him, beginning her vigil over the Death Bringer...


OK, short chapter I know, but it's kinda setting the scene lol

Exsisto securus, Nex Addo - Rest Easy, Death Bringer