Author's Note: I realize that I'm not really answering the questions that have been posed but I will I promise.

Guardian of the Hallows,

Chapter 8

Waking with the rise of the sun Rhiannon felt the need to get away. Two weeks of constant supervision was her limit, she was going to go crazy if she couldn't get out from underneath her "keeper's" thumbs. She understood Aidan and Ian's concern, however that didn't mean she had to like their, "mothering."

Slipping from the warmth of Aidan's arms Rhiannon moved to stand beside the window. Seeing the mist rising from the Mansion's vast lawn she felt a smile begin to form, work was calling. Moving to the walk in closet she began searching for a bag she knew Ian had brought from her hotel room. Black bag in had she moved from the closet to the suite's bathroom. With the door closed to muffle the noise of her actions, Rhiannon began to dress.

Dressed in black pants, a black tank top, a black jacket, and black socks, with a knit cap and boots in hand she slipped out of the suite's door. Slipping through the hallways like a silent shadow Rhiannon avoided the various staff members already up. She made her way out into the gardens by way of a seldom used Sunroom. Stopping briefly to slip her boots and cap on Rhiannon looked inside once more to make sure she hadn't been spotted before disappearing into the early morning shadows.

Waking alone in the bed he had shared with his wife, Aidan tried desperately to believe that she was still in the suite or the mansion as a whole. But even as he tried to make himself believe he knew instinctively that she wasn't anywhere on the massive grounds. Running a had over his face he tried to calm the fear raging inside of him, she was ex-special forces and could more than likely take care of herself. Rolling out of bed he grabbed a pair of pants before walking out the suite's door to find Ian.

Surprisingly he found Sara instead. Noticing the narrowness of her gaze and the yawns she was hiding behind a hand Aidan was cautious about approaching her. His mother had acted much the same way in the mornings, so he assumed Sara was in search of coffee. Looking around he tried to find some sign of someone who could direct Sara to a caffeine source and him to Ian. Before one of the mansion's many staff could appear however, Ian did.

Handing Sara a cup of coffee Ian nudged her towards the breakfast room before turning his attention back to Aidan. Looking at his "brother" Ian had a good guess as to what he needed. Giving him a nudge towards the breakfast room as well Ian fought the urge to groan. Rhiannon had been out of the hospital for two weeks and he should have realized that she would pull something of this nature. But she had been so calm about their hovering that he hadn't thought about how it must be affecting her.

On the heels of that thought cam another, at which he did groan. She was here to do a job, but what it was or who it was for he didn't know. Suddenly he felt the need for a drink, one with more than the recommended amount of alcohol in it. If something were to happen to Rhiannon they would know but be unable to go to her aid.

Looking towards Sara, Ian was relieved to see that she seemed more alert, for they would more than likely need her help as well. Looking to where the Witchblade sat upon her wrist he saw it pulsing with the same angry swirls as his ring. Rhiannon it seem was going to "hear" about this disappearing issue from more than just Aidan and himself.

Balancing on a tree limb outside what appeared to be an old run down warehouse Rhiannon considered her options. Inside she suspected, were the remaining Black Dragons as well as a few members of her own former unit. She had called them together in order to offer them a job, but hadn't had time to plan past that due to her time in the hospital.

Deciding to do this the easy way, she pulled out a cell phone and dialed the only number in the memory. At Mobius' curt greeting Rhiannon said only one word but it was enough.

"Boo!"

Ending the call she waited and Mobius didn't disappoint her. At his appearance from one of the loading bay doors she hopped from her perch to the ground, clenching her teeth as the landing jarred her leg. Standing she limped over to where Mobius stood grinning.