A/N: Kameka gave me a great idea for my story and you have no clue how thrilled I really am about this! Thank you everyone who wrote to me and/or reviewed. You guys are really amazing. ^_^

Standard disclaimers- not mine. Blah blah blah.....yup, that covers it. ^_^

******* Thanks again to Kameka ********

Chin propped up on his arm Gabriel stared dully at the computer screen. He had been reading up on past lives and how it was believed that you never meet anyone that you haven't met before in another life.

'Everything is connected...' he thought, remembering Sara saying those words at one time or another.

"Yeah, no kidding." he said out loud and jumped when some one behind him cleared their throat.

Spining his chair so he could face this potential customer he schooled his face into one of bussiness.

"Welcome to Talismaniac." He said politely as he stood to shake the hand of a tall blonde young woman, "Is there anything particular you are looking for?"

"I'm looking for items related to Greek Mythology, Roman artifacts and other odds and ends from that time period." the young woman smiled as she turned her head towards the shelves, "My name is Nicole Dilore. I am a collector of rare atifacts and heard that you're the man to come to in this city for such things."

Gabriel smiled and swept his arm towards the back shelves, "You heard right. I recently acquired a few items that may interest you."

Just as they reached the desired area Gabriel began his ramble of facts and legends as he pointed out the craftmanship and time that had been put into every detail.

As he picked up one of the items, a short dagger used in offerings, another blade flashed before his eyes as his words faultered.

He blinked and the image was gone, "As I was saying, " he cleared his throat and continued only to pause again when the same image as before flashed through his mind's eyes.

There was yelling and flashes of armor and swords acompanied by glimpes of colors and materials before everything went dark and quiet.

A gentle hand on his arm brought him back to his shop and he shook his head as Nicole asked him if he was well.

"I don't think so." he said quietly as she stared at him with large brown eyes.

"Perhaps you should lie down down." she was saying in concern as he walked over to his computer with the Roman blade still in one hand, "I would like to buy the Alter Blade if you still wish to do bussiness at the moment."

"Yes, of course." Gabriel hurried over to his cluttered counter and enterd all the information into his laptop and took the check Nicole handed him with a small smile, "I apologize for my behavior." he started as she place the blade and bill of sale in her purse.

"Not to worry, Mr bowman." Nicole smiled before heading for the door, "It happens to us all."

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It was damn near impossible for Sara to concentrate on work as she tried to ignore the voices that had begun to wisper in the back of her mind. At first it had been easy to just make excuses such as, 'I'm hearing the men in the waiting area arguing'...or 'Some one's got a radio on.'

But with every excuse they became louder, closer and more demanding.

"Sara?"

Sara looked up see Danny eyeing her in a confused, worried manner, "You're pale as death. Are you ok?"

"I'm not feeling quite myself today, Danny." Sara smiled weakly at him as he walked over to check her temperature.

"Hold still." He laughed when she dodged his hand, "If you're sick you should go home."

"I'm not sick, Danny." Sara protested but stayed still long enough for him to lay the back of his hand across her forehead.

"You're a bit hot." Danny frowned, "Maybe you should go talk to Vicky."

"Danny?!" Sara batted his hand away, "I'll be fine."

"Hey, you two," Jake poked his head into the office, "We've got a call. Let's go."

Sara glared at Danny as they headed out to one of the many cars the station used as if daring him to say something about her 'illness' and how she should be home. He just sighed and kept his mouth shut as they drove out of the parking lot and to the crime scene.

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"At least that one seemed pretty normal." Jake said to his two training officers as they walked back towards their car.

"No kidding." Danny laughed, "I was beginging to forget what 'normal' in this line of work was."

Jake turned to make a comment to Sara only to find that she was no longer walking beside him, "Pez?"

Both Danny and Jake turned to see Sara looking around as though lost. Little did they know that she was lost, lost in another time.

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Blinking Sara found herself in the middle of a feild after a battle. There were still forms everywhere and flags of different colors lay beside broken and armored bodies that had carried them proudly till the end.

A keening note of grief turned Sara's attention to a small group of soldiers that still stood though not without their own inguries. They were all gathered around a kneeling form who seemed to be looking for something.

Approaching slowly Sara watched as the kneeling soldier seemed to find what they had been looking for. A fallen comrad.

Holding her breath she knew what was coming but couldn't turn away.

Sara's legs seemed to be moving of their own will and soon she was standing behind the kneeling soldier, looking down on the fallen man as they removed his helm. Sara's scream of protest mingled with the strangled cry of the one holding him.

'Gabriel....' Sara sobbed as the soldier lay the dark haired man back down and tugged off their own helm.

Sara was looking down at long chestnut hair and she knew what it was she was seeing even before Joan raised her hand baring the Blade towards the dark sky.

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Gabriel had set to work minutes after Nicole's departure and had finaly found something on the style of sword he had seen earlier.

It was an early French styling but the none of the examples he found on the internet were as detailed as the one from his earlier 'distraction'.

'I wonder how Sara's day is going?' he thought as he bookmarked the site he had been looking at before heading to the kitchen.

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Too distracted to take a chance on her Buel Sara opted to walk/jog to Gabriel's the moment she left the station. Snow had begun falling just after lunch and had yet to stop.

Adjusting the gray scarf around her neck Sara's pace quickened when a distant noise caught her attention.

'Please no.' Sara groaned as she was nearly run over by a tall man in a bussiness suite and the noise sounded again.

'Sara....'

'Sara!....'

'Saaaarrrrrraaaa...'

By the time Gabriel's building came into view Sara was practicly running. With her hands covering her ears Sara kicked the door instead of knocking and was greeted by a smile that quickly turned in to concern.

"Sara?" Gabriel started but stopped when she threw her arms around his neck and began crying.

Moving carefully Gabriel was able to close and lock the door behind them before directing Sara over to the couch.

"Shhh." he smoothed her hair, "You're ok, Sara. You're safe."

She made no noise at all but the tears continued to fall as she looked around the room as though she were waiting for someone to jump out at her.

"What's wrong?" he asked, also looking around.

"They stopped." she looked at him, green eyes large, "I don't hear them anymore."

"Voices?" he asked pulling her closer to him on the old couch, "When did they start?"

"You mean when did they stop." Sara leaned into him, "They've been there for days. They're always just quiet enough that I have no idea if they're even there..." Sara looked around again, "But they've gone. For now." sighing she asked, "Have you heard them?"

"No." Gabriel looked down at the top of her head, "But I saw something today while talking to a customer. There was a sword." he brought his hand up to his face and closed his eyes, "It was long and beautifully crafted. There was yelling and armor and colored cloth from something....then everything got dark and quiet."

"We need to look more closely at everything and anything that relates to Joan and her battles, her life, everything."

"Was I seeing a past life?" Gabriel asked and Sara shrugged.

"I can't be sure but I believe you might have." Sara ran her hand roughly through her hair before kissing Gabriel forcefully, "I'm sorry if I scared you." she said when they pulled apart.

"What scared me was seeing you scared." Gabriel pulled Sara in for another kiss, this one longer than the first.

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"Joan trusted very few people." Gabriel began to rattle off bits and pieces of things he had found, "She did however keep one of the soldiers close at all times. This was explained by others as protection for her."

"If this is what I think it is then yes, it was for protection but not from any outside forces but more from herself." Sara closed her eyes to force all visions and memories to stay at bay.

"His name was Travis Jeffrey." Gabriel scrunched his nose before continuing, "Jeffrey means 'Heavenly Peace' and Travis means 'at the crossroads'. Both are old French names."

"I think that was you." Sara plopped down in Gabriel's computer chair as he paced.

"Why do you think that?"

"I told you what I saw and you told me what happened to you today." Sara crossed her legs and thought for a moment, "You weren't seeing a past life, really, but a past death. Travis died in that battle."

"How can you be so sure?"

"I just am." Sara held her hand out and Gabriel walked over and laced his fingers through hers, "Besides, Travis protected Joan from her 'demons' in that life and being around you silences the voices for me. What if in every life we meet up?"

Gabriel took the chair when Sara stood and pulled her into his lap, "I don't know what to think." he said honestly, "It's a bit much to comprehend, don't you think?"

"I guess but I had to get use to alot in a short period of time when I recieved this." she held up her wrist to show the Blade glowing and swirling.

"You need to behave." Gabriel directed towards the red stone and laughed in disbelief when it dulled, "Maybe your theory's not so out there after all."

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A/N: I hope you liked it! There will be more very soon. Please review.

Travis is fictional. The deffinitions are true though. I got them out of a book of baby names. ^_^