Author's Notes: Penicillin was originally created from bread mold so the rudimentary version used here is valid. There are a couple of French phrases and there translations at the end of the chapter. Hope to have next chapter up later tonight. Reviews are appreciated and make me write faster.

Chapter 12

Phillippe walked into the Master's suite. One of the servants had woken him saying the Mademoiselle had lost her mind and as he entered the room, he thought they may be correct. Sitting on the Viscomte's bed, she had drawn the covers back and removed his bandages. She appeared to be vigorously scraping mold from bread onto a plate and then putting the downy gray green film on the wounds.

"Mon dieu! Mademoiselle what are you doing? You are going to kill him!"

"I know it must seem crazy, but you have to believe me when I tell you this might help save his leg and keep him alive."

"Grief can do strange things to people Mademoiselle. Perhaps if you let me get your maid or your father," Phillippe move forward to try and remove the gray substance.

Instantly, the blade in Samantha's hand was raised warningly. "You will do no such thing. I appreciate all you've done for Jack; but so help me God, touch the fungus and you're a dead man."

He stared in shock at the blatant and unladylike threat the Master's fiancé presented. "Could we not at least wait for the physician before resorting to such vile methods? I fear you will make the infection worse."

Calmly continuing to scrape mold onto the plate, she replied, "I realize this must look insane to you. But I guarantee if Jack lives and finds out you didn't let me have my way, even one legged he'll make you sorry you ever drew breath. If you'll calm down and perhaps make yourself of some use by starting scraping I'll try to explain."

Reluctantly Phillippe sat on the chair near the bed and began to scrape the downy fuzz from the bread, "This should be interesting."

Gently, Samantha scolded, "Use a lighter touch, we don't want any bread crumbs, only the mold."

"Very well."

"There is a medicine in the colonies that Jack has invested in developing called penicillin," Samantha lied. She could scarcely tell him about the future and how in the early 1900's moldy bread would revolutionize medicine. Instead Sam spun a tale of how Jack had invested money in a clever American inventor. Phillippe listened in rapt attention about this wondrous invention that his Master had an interest in.

"So if it's merely smearing mold on one's self, what would the Master need to invest in it for?"

"There's a special technique for refining it into a medicine. This is the crude form and only a last resort. Once I get this applied on the outside, I need to coax him into eating some to get it on the inside."

"Perhaps in a little brandy?" the valet suggested.

"Alcohol might diminish it's effectiveness. If he were conscious and we had cheetos, we'd be all set."

"Che-"

"Something from the colonies. Just forget it," Samantha dismissed the issue. Jack really wasn't well enough to eat even if they could arrange for an entire warehouse of cheetos. She just have to try and force a little moldy water into him.

Once the wounds were caked with the mold, Phillippe inquired, "Is there anything else I can do Mademoiselle?"

"Actually two things which will seem every bit as strange as the bread. The first is when the physician arrives from Paris, I want you to personally oversee that all the transfusion equipment is boiled in water for at least five minutes. Just trust me on that one."

"Oui Mademoiselle," Phillippe agreed. The English woman didn't seem to be willing to listen to any ideas but her own.

"The other thing is I want the room to be filled with roses. Jack like roses and the scent might help. Strip every rose out of the countryside if need be, but I want the scent to be overpowering in here."

After the confused valet nodded and left, Sam set about feeding the mold to Jack. Pushing a bit on an ice chip she placed it on his tongue and his handsome face contracted in displeasure. He remained unconscious, but growled in his sleep as Samantha fed him more and gave her a painful nip on her fingertip as she pulled her finger back. Gingerly she worked another bit into his mouth, quickly jerking her hand back. At this rate they would die of old age before she had enough inside him to keep him alive. Samantha stood up and took a deep breath trying to maintain patience, it wasn't Jack's fault and she had a feeling it didn't taste any too good.

Several footmen entered bearing enormous vases of roses and placed them around the room and beside the bed. When the left, Samantha plucked fragrant blossom from a vase and sat down to try and resume feeding Jack the crude penicillin. Maybe a little aromatherapy would help, she thought and placed the rose on the pillow so Jack would hopefully smell the scent and be comforted and maybe cooperate. Samantha stared a moment later. So as not to disturb the mold she'd placed on his thigh, she'd had to leave him uncovered. Scarcely an instant after placing the rose beside him, his cock rose to full attention and he began to moan her name.

Samantha groaned, "You know Pavlov's pup, you can't afford to waste the blood flow on that sort of thing right now."

Jack remained delirious and erect, as his hand reached up and cupped her breast and he moaned, "Donnez-moi votre langue. Je veux sentir votre bouche sur le mien."

"Why me?" she asked in bemused exasperation as he continued to caress her. Christ even now his touch was arousing, Samantha decided. When he repeated his request for her mouth on his, an idea occurred to her. Picking up the plate of mold, she informed Jack, "You're going to owe me for this one, Jack."

Scooping a piece of the gray fluff into her mouth, Sam made a face. She leaned forward and kissed Jack, pushing the medicine into his mouth. Although he looked slightly confused by the taste, he returned her kiss with enthusiasm.

"Samantha," his moan heavily accented as she pulled her mouth from his.

She repeated the action several more times. Each time he seemed to notice the odd taste but drew her tongue into his mouth with relish. Although his mouth was soft and enticing, Samantha was glad when they were nearly finished. The mold was awful! She took a sip of water to push the taste away. Still caught in the throes of the fever, Jack raised his head from the pillow and pressed his mouth to hers. His lips traced down her throat as she tried to gently push him back onto the pillow.

"Laissez-moi vous faire l'orgasme," Jack demanded trancing the swell of her breasts with his tongue.

Samantha's eyes went wide with horror, as she heard Phillippe's amused voice behind her, "Well at least he's very much alive. I thought you might like to know the doctor has arrived and the transfusion equipment is cooling from being boiled."

Turning a brilliant shade of red, she thanked him and pulled back from Jack who collapsed back on his pillow declaring, "Fichus rêves! Un jour je vous ferai l'amour, mon Samantha."

The valet left to bring the physician from downstairs and Sam snatched the rose from beside Jack's pillow. He whimpered slightly from the loss of the comforting scent for a moment then settled quietly. To Samantha's relief, his manhood returned to a calmer state by the time the physician arrived...

Translations

Donnez-moi votre langue. Je veux sentir votre bouche sur le mien.-

Give me your tongue. I want to feel your mouth on mine.

Laissez-moi vous faire l'orgasme- Let me make you cum.

Fichus rêves! Un jour je vous ferai l'amour, mon Samantha. -

Damn dreams! One day I will make love to you my Samantha.