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Chapter Five
Ian's face turned pale. "My daughter is on that island, alone?"
"She's not alone," Morgan said, realizing he was still holding her hand. She gave it a squeeze. "Athos is with her."
"That's reassuring."
"It should be. He won't leave her. I'd trust him with my life."
"I thought you were enemies," Richard pointed out.
"He has no reason to consider Kelly an enemy."
"Then why are the gleems after me?" Ian asked.
"Angelica must've somehow linked Athos' disappearance to Kelly, and Kelly to you," Peter explained. "But because of the man I know Athos to be, I can guarantee she's in no danger from him."
"That doesn't say anything about the dinosaurs," Richard pointed out.
"Eric," Rona said, changing the subject, "do you still have that arrow? And what about the one that hit Ian?"
"Yes to both. Here."
Morgan caught on immediately. "You're trying to figure out if he's been poisoned, too."
"Man, I can't keep anything from you," Rona sighed. "You're right. Ian, do you feel dizzy?"
"Only since I heard the words 'Site B.'"
"Good. Does your leg feel weak?"
"This is my bad leg; it always feels weak. Who cares, anyway? We have to go find Kelly!"
Alan stared. Didn't Ian know what that meant? They would have to go back to the island, somehow find Kelly, if she was even still alive, and somehow find a way back. It seemed impossible.
But he knew Ian would find a way to do it, or die trying. Alan knew he would have to go, too. He owed Ian so much. If he hadn't distracted that Tyrannosaur with a flare, Lex and Tim, and maybe even himself, could very well be dead. He owed it to him to help now.
Ian looked Morgan in the eyes. "You have some way to get there?"
"There, yes, but not back."
"I'll take care of that," Peter assured her, and quickly left.
"Do you know where on the island they are?" Dr. Grant asked.
"No, Athos couldn't tell me much."
"Do you know anything?" Billy sighed.
Morgan turned to him, a strange uncomfortable stare. "I know they're alive."
Just then, Peter came back in with Pastor Brown, who was making quite a fuss. "You mean you want me to let you go down to that crazy island, wait for some kind of signal that you've found the others, fly down into restricted airspace, by which time you will have hopefully made it to the coast where I can see where you are, and bring you back? Are you insane?"
Ian had to admire the Pastor's common sense. Some people would have leaped at the opportunity. Pastor Brown opted for staying alive.
"Yes," Peter answered, "and I'm asking you to help us. One of us will have to stay here with you. I'd suggest Morgan, but we'll need her to help find Athos." He looked over to his friend to make sure that was all right. He didn't have to. He knew the nod that was coming, the determined look in her deep brown eyes.
"What about you?" Pastor Brown suggested.
"I'm the only one who can get them down to the island in the first place, mellon nin. I suggest Tandro; he has enough patience to be able to wait for a signal from Morgan and won't tell you to crash the plane into the forest to look for us. Tandro?"
The elf nodded his agreement.
Pastor Brown looked around like they were all crazy. "Give me three good reasons I should let you do this!"
Eric came forward and fixed the pastor with his ice blue eyes. He didn't raise his voice; he didn't need to. "One - Ian's daughter is down there. You, of all people, Pastor should have compassion enough not to allow the child to stay on that island, even if Athos is with her and will defend her with his life if necessary. Two - both Ian and Morgan have been poisoned, badly. I didn't dare say it before for fear of panicking people, but it could very easily be life-threatening; I know Angelica, she wouldn't hesitate to order the gleems to use it. And Athos may be the only person in the world who knows an antidote; trust me, if there is one, he'll be able to find it. Three - until Athos is back, my sister Angelica is in charge of the gleems. She will not hesitate to launch a full-scale assault on the whole world. I would say those are pretty good reasons."
Pastor Brown stared long and hard into the eyes of a man he'd thought just wanted to go down there to try to save an old friend, and realized there was a bigger picture. "Yes," he said finally. "So would I."
"Q, this is getting way out of hand," Avanwe insisted. "Our game was never supposed to endanger the world."
"I'm not surprised Malcolm agreed," Q smirked, ignoring the comment. "Kelly's his daughter, after all. And Eric and Morgan and Tandro are really close to Athos; I'm surprised Tandro agreed to stay and wait. But the others, there's no reason for them to want to go."
"Friendship," Fasir said confidently, "can be the strongest form love takes."
"But the world -" Avanwe insisted.
"Is in no danger," Q interrupted. "This does not endanger the world, Avanwe - only the people on it."
Mirage smirked. Score.
"You know what I meant!"
"Worried about Morgan?" Mirage teased.
"She's my sister, you idiot!"
"I can see the resemblance," Q said sarcastically.
"All right, so I sort of adopted this Earth family! Is that a problem? Because as far as I know, it wasn't until now. Out of all of them, why her?"
Q shrugged. "She was the only one close to Ian when the gleems tried to shoot him."
"I meant besides the obvious!"
"No reason," Q shrugged. "That's Chaos Theory."
"Hardly," Avanwe sighed. "It's a death sentence, unless they can find Athos. And what did it accomplish? Ian got shot, anyway."
"It showed him they could be trusted," Fasir volunteered.
Avanwe sighed. He was right, of course. It just seemed so pointless.
"Look," Q pointed. "They're ready to go."
"Now, you're sure about this?" Pastor Brown asked.
"Yes," Peter said as he helped Morgan to her feet and handed her her stick.
"You have to understand," Morgan said, forcing the pain out of her voice. "We don't have a choice. If we don't do this, it could mean the end of the world." She smiled at the minister. "We're not afraid to die," she added with her best imitation of Padme.
Alan shook his head. "Believe me, you will be."
"Look, we're not doing this because we want to," Eric said coldly.
Ian nodded. "The sooner we can get down there, the better chance we have and the sooner we can get back."
"How much time will we have before dark?" Morgan asked. These time zone changes were getting to her.
Ian checked his watch. "Four or five hours, at best."
"Is that enough?" Pastor Brown asked.
"It'll have to be," Peter replied steadily. "Close your eyes."
"Why?" Richard asked.
"Just do it?"
They all did. The wind started to blow. Just then, Pastor Brown's eyes snapped open. "Peter! Wait! Wait! There's something I have to tell you!"
His yell broke Peter's concentration, but only for a second. He soon had control of the wind again. However, when he tried to slow it down, stop it so they wouldn't go anywhere, he couldn't; it whirled out of control.
Tandro, who had stepped back a little, could tell something was definitely wrong. One second his friends were right there, and the next they weren't. Then they were back again. Finally, they disappeared.
"Why did you want them to come back?" Tandro asked.
But the minister just stared after them, as if by an act of sheer will he could wish them back. At last, finally convinced he couldn't, he turned to the elf. "You have to promise not to tell them."
"Why?"
"It wouldn't help them now. There's nothing they can do. It's too late."
"Too late for what?"
"You have to promise."
Tandro nodded. "I promise."
Gollum: Man, Smeagol, are they ever going to get there?
Smeagol: Cool it, they just left.
Gollum: It took them forever to leave. When do we get to see dinosaurs?
Smeagol: Soon.
Athos: What's with the gleems?
Smeagol: Well, I had to get the two groups together somehow!
Athos: Okay, why did they have to shoot people?
Smeagol: Had to add a sense of urgency to the story.
Gollum: Why don't you have someone on the island get hurt?
Athos: Don't say that! She'll do it!
Smeagol: Hey, good idea!
Athos: Oh, dear.
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