Shalimar quickly jolted herself awake in a sweat. She found she still lay in Emma's arms and panted slightly to catch her breath.

"You ok?" Emma asked as she felt the dampness on the ferals skin. "You look like hell."

"Gee, thanks," Shalimar said sarcastically. She whipped her brow to remove the sweat that had pooled there.

Emma flattened her hand on Shalimar's head and frowned at the fever she felt raging underneath. She gently rubbed the ferals head to try and calm her down.

"Didn't you sleep ok?"

"No it doesn't feel like I got any sleep at all."

Shalimar sighed and Emma could feel how uncomfortable she was.

"Maybe it's the new vitamins Adam's been giving you that's making you sick," Emma suggested.

"I don't know I just feel so whipped out and dizzy."

Shalimar closed her eyes and tried to concentrate more on Emma's gentle caresses instead of the pounding in her head.

"I'm gonna go call Adam and get you something to take for that fever," Emma said as she slowly slid herself out from under Shalimar's sweaty body. "I'll be right back," Emma said and left the room.

Shalimar tried to lay still and ignore the pain she was feeling in her head and joints. She felt like every time she tried to sleep it just made her more uncomfortable. And it didn't help that she couldn't stop dreaming about Emma every time she closed her eyes.

She contemplated whether or not to tell the psionic what's been going on in her head. She stopped and tried to tell herself what was going on in her head. She was really in love with Emma, wasn't she? She knew she'd always known that but suddenly it seemed to feel much different to her, much more real and deep. Flirting, kissing, cuddling, and all the likes had always been a regular thing between her and Emma. That was just how their relationship was and Shalimar was always thankful. Now she was left craving more than the routine kisses and caresses she felt from her psionic friend. She wanted the next time she woke up with her head on her bare stomach to be after a night of incredible love making.

Shalimar knew there was a deeper love between her and Emma. She knew she could probably win her heart if she tried but wasn't sure if she had the energy to attempt it yet. She remembered what Emma had told her; how she felt she wasn't in the mind set to have a relationship right now. Shalimar knew she probably was she just wasn't ready to reach out at the moment. Either way it did her no good if Emma wasn't ready for any kind of intimacy.

As Shalimar lay in bed she found it becoming harder to form a complete thought. Her headache was quickly increasing and she felt like she might pass out. She drew in a deep breath and opened her eyes to see Emma standing before her in her semi see through green shirt and tight hip hugger jeans that showed off her belly. She sat up and realized she wasn't uncomfortable anymore.

"You're dreaming about me again," Emma said with a knowing grin as she stood still before the feral.

Shalimar attempted to slide from the bed but couldn't seem to get her body to cooperate with her mind. She looked around the bedroom to see the lights had been slightly lowered as if to create an atmosphere.

"It feels so real," Shalimar said as she sniffed the air to breath in the incense the psionic must have lit.

Emma smiled and headed over to her dresser. She lifted the lighter from beside the television and began to light the candles she kept placed around her room.

"Don't you wish it was?"

"Yes," Shalimar answered in a breath.

"You want me to be as obsessed with you as you are with me don't you?"

"What? I…I'm not that…"

"Oh come on, Shal. It's so obvious. I see it, the guys all see it, hell even Stevie Wonder would see it. You really think you keep it all bottled in there? Who are you kidding besides yourself?"

"What are you..." Shalimar began but found herself too confused to continue her thought.

Emma opened her top dresser drawer and removed a small, sexy, white lace nightgown. She slowly began to undress herself making sure to take her time and tease the feral with every movement.

"Come on, Shal. You've already admitted it to yourself or I wouldn't be here."

Emma unhooked her bra and let it drop from her arms to the floor. She smiled and stood there for a moment naked before the ferals' large eyes.

"Oh, you're afraid aren't you? You just don't wanna hear it do you? Don't wanna hear me tell you I don't want you. That you're not what I need right now."

Emma smiled and began to slip herself into the silk nightgown. She lifted her bare leg to the bed and began to run her hands down her calves as Shalimar found it impossible to keep her eyes off her.

"Why are you doing this to me?"

Emma stopped her task and turned her eyes to a confused Shalimar still frozen on the bed. She reached behind her head to pull her red hair from the ponytail she'd put it in. She tilted her head back and shook her hair out as she smiled at the feral.

"Doing what? I'm not even here, sweetie. You're doing it to yourself."

"No," Shalimar protested sounding more sure of herself. "It's you. You're doing this to me."

Emma snuck her hand down her body again to caress the skin of her inner thighs. She looked to Shalimar and grinned as she saw her shift her eyes back to her own at her acknowledgement.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

Shalimar felt herself becoming angry and felt her headache quickly rushing back to her. She felt someone grab at her arm and looked back to Emma who grinned.

"See ya."

"Shal, wake up," Emma said as she gently nudged her shoulder. "Shal. Shalimar wake up."

Shalimar opened her eyes to see the psionic sitting beside her on the bed holding a glass of water and some pills in the other hand. Emma smiled down at her but Shalimar only frowned in response. Emma expression quickly changed at seeing the anger in the ferals eyes as she flashed them yellow.

"What's wro-"

Shalimar quickly sat herself up and slapped the glass of water from the psionics' hand causing it to shatter against the wall. Emma quickly stood from the bed in shock.

"You think I wouldn't figure out your little games?" Shalimar yelled.

Emma quickly backed herself up towards the door at the threatening glare of the feral before her.

"Shalimar, what are you-"

"Shut up! I'm sick of your lies!"

Shalimar flashed her eyes at the psionic again and gritted her teeth causing Emma to turn and quickly run from the room. Shalimar leapt to her feet and chased Emma through Sanctuary's halls, tracking her into the lab where she'd ran. She ran to the door to find Emma standing across the lab in the other doorway.

"Shalimar, what's gotten into you?"

"Shut up, liar!"

"Shalimar, it's me!"

Shalimar took off again towards Emma. Emma turned and tried to run away but as soon as she made it half way down the hall she found Shalimar throwing her to the ground from behind. Emma felt the pain in her joints as she collided with the cold, hard floor and scraped her chin against it. She quickly turned herself over and Shalimar pounced herself on top of her forcing Emma to use all her strength to try and wrestle her back. Shalimar pushed Emma's arm that held her back aside and slapped her across the face leaving visible scratch marks.

Emma had never seen Shalimar act this way. Even behind her eyes she didn't look to be the same. Emma couldn't imagine what had happened to the feral to cause her to act so violently towards her.

Shalimar grabbed Emma's wrists and flung them above her head to pin them to the ground. Shalimar scratched and hit the psionic again with more force, almost knocking her out. Emma wiggled and tried to free herself. When she found it was no use she saw she had no other option but to use a psionic blast on the attacking feral. It wasn't much, but was enough to daze and confuse Shalimar causing her to stagger back off her, releasing her tight hold on her arms.

Emma quickly scrambled to her feet and ran off down the hall. A few seconds later Shalimar's dizziness had worn off and she now found herself angrier than ever. She tracked the psionic down the hall and into the large training area. She headed up the stairs where she was sure the psionic had just walked. She scanned her eyes around the darkened room and froze solid as her senses warned her of danger. She looked to see Emma step from behind the wall and ran to attack her but found herself smacking into the force field around her and falling to the floor. She quickly jumped to her feet and tested the field again only to find it was impregnable.

Emma slowly walked over the stand before the contained feral who gritted her teeth and growled angrily at her. She was so thankful for Adams' force field so she didn't have to worry about Shalimar attacking her if she came to from a psionic blast.

"Let me out of here you little bitch!"

"Shalimar, I think there's something wrong with you."

"Me? No, it's you! You're the one messing with my mind!"

"You're wrong. You're staying in there until Adam gets back. I don't trust you."

"What? You don't trust me? That's ironic since you're the bitch playing the mind games! What were you trying to do to me? Do you do the same thing to the guys?" Shalimar screamed as her anger consumed her. She couldn't ever remember being so angry or worked up and hated the way it made her feel.

"I haven't done anything, Shal. You're crazy."

"No, you're crazy! I won't let you infect them too!"

Emma sighed as she turned and began to head to the bathroom to clean up her wounds leaving a growling Shalimar contained in the field.