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Author's Note: Sorry. Forgot to warn you about overall seriousness of last chapter. This chapter is mildly more humorous…I hope.

Chapter Nine

Some Wounds Don't Heal

SARA

While all this drama had been going on, Sara had transported (once again) without a clear destination in mind. She had just thought "Cairo" and no specific place, like The Nice Hotel or The Rafiki. Now here she was, wandering somewhere downtown, completely unsure of where she was.

She felt rage building up in her again. Rage wasn't good. She needed to nip the rage in the bud and have it done with.

But she didn't feel like it.

So, she wandered hither and thither, looking for a familiar face to lay into. Surprisingly, she saw Aragorn and Legolas walking towards her.

They must have seen her, too, because they rushed over. "Sara! Where have you been?" Legolas asked.

She sighed, releasing a little of the rage. "Dude, you never want to know."

"Hm…that bad, eh? Well, ours was worse." Legolas ran a hand through his shiny blonde hair. "Aragorn found out who the father is."

"Really? Who is it?" Sara was intrigued.

"Me."

"Get out!"

"I wish it weren't true, but, yeah. Aragorn was out, we were drunk, and I don't even remember it." He thought and grinned. "No, wait. I do remember. Vaguely." More thought. "Oh, Valar, we did that?"

Aragorn cleared his throat. "I'm still pissed, and I still have my sword. Watch it."

"No killing each other," Sara said. "I'm not in the mood to eat you two."

"Right. Wait…what?"

Sara rolled her eyes. "Not explaining." She looked at Aragorn seriously for a moment. "You aren't divorcing her, are you?"

Aragorn didn't answer and Sara glared at him.

"You mean the world to her, you bastard! You can't leave her! Or, you can. Don't expect to survive." She paused. "No. You know what, I'll just kill you now. It'll make me feel better." She lunged at him, but Legolas grabbed her and held her back.

"Aragorn, this might be bad!"

He nodded and helped the Elf restrain Sara. "Sara, there's a reason behind what I'm doing. I might not even go through with it. It depends."

Sara slowly relaxed. She stopped struggling to get at Aragorn's throat. "Depends on what?"

Aragorn smiled somberly, and he had a tear in his eye. "On whether or not she can forgive me."

Legolas rolled his eyes. "Since when are you Mr. Emotional?"

"Since she's my wife and I love her!"

"Then go apologize!" Sara shouted.

The guys just looked at her.

"You're right. I'm off!" Aragorn ran down the street. Sara and the Legolas watched him leave. "So, what do we do now?"

"Shopping!" Legolas said, way too happy.

WITH FAYTHE/HIEI/JAKE

Jake was sitting next to Faythe, who was staring off into space. Hiei was paying the bill…for the food, and the furniture that Aragorn ruined on his way out. They had all decided to leave as soon as the bill was taken care of.

Jake decided it would be a good idea to let Faythe sit quietly. The last time he'd tried to talk to her, she'd lashed out and given him four deep gashes in his arm, which was extremely uncharacteristic of her.

Hiei came back, looking sour. He raised an eyebrow when he saw the bandages on Jake's arm. "What happened?"

"She scratched me!"

"Obviously. Why?"

Jake threw his hands in the air. "How the hell should I know? One minute I was talking to her, the next, I've got centimeter deep claw marks in my arm!"

Hiei unwrapped the bandages and looked at the wound. "You'll have to get stitches."

"The hell I will! I spend all my time in freaking hospitals! I'm just going to let it heal on its own."

"It won't. It's too deep. Go."

Jake glared at him and Hiei sighed. He didn't feel like fighting right now. "Fine! I'm sure one of us can stitch you up."

Jake smiled and helped Faythe up, leading her out of the restaurant. Hiei sighed again and followed them.