Author's Note: I've had this chapter sitting for ages half written and have finally finished it. I know where this is going at the moment, so the next chapter should be up soon.

I hope.

Sara stared at the man in front of her as he finished talking. She looked across the parlour to where Ray and Jax were sitting looking as stunned as she felt.

"So," Sara said slowly, "Rip is awake, and in your head because you're now two separate people but he can't take control?"

Phil nodded, his arms folded protectively across his chest.

Sara turned, poured herself a glass of the scotch and drinking it in one go.

"Captain Lance," Gideon stated disapprovingly, "That is not exactly helpful."

"It helped me," Sara replied, shaking her head, "Alright, do you have any suggestions of what we do to get Rip back?"

"We have Captain Hunter back," Gideon replied, a little sharply making Ray and Jax look at one another in surprise, "For the moment, Mr Gasmer will relay any answers you require."

Sara winced slightly, "You know what I mean. No offence, Phil but waiting for you to tell us what Rip said won't be any help during a crisis."

"But right now, it's the only option we have," Phil said softly, from the look on his face obviously repeating Rip's reply to her.

Sara sighed, "Okay, we'll work with it."

x

Phil forced himself not to smile at the sarcastic remark Rip gave at Sara's remark that 'they'd work with it'.

"Alright, Lily has given us some information for where to go for the next bit of the Spear," Sara continued, "Once the rest of the team get back tomorrow then we will start looking for them."

Phil watched the other two nod and leave the room.

"She's finished," Rip told him, "If you head to the library, we can start work on how to split us apart."

"Okay," Phil said very softly so that, he hoped, only Rip would hear.

As they walked through the corridors of the ship, Phil hoped they could find a way to separate him and Rip before they did end up in a situation he would have to try to relay answers and suggestions.

"So," Phil asked as they reached the library and he looked at the collection of books surrounding him, "Where do you think we should start?"

Rip let out a small sigh of annoyance, "This might be slightly frustrating trying to study anything if only one of us can actually handle the material."

Phil dropped his chin in thought, "Would it work if I went to sleep again? Could Gideon let us see the information?"

"A wonderful idea, Mr Gasmer," Gideon spoke up, "I would suggest going to engineering rather than using the medical bay. The crew are unaware of my ability to enter Captain Hunter's, and your own, dreams."

"They'd want to know if she'd done it to them," Rip chucked, "Then demand why not when she says no."

Phil smiled slightly as he started walking towards the engine room once more. Suddenly he asked, "Why does she only do it with us?"

"I do not have the same bond with the crew as I do with Captain Hunter," Gideon explained, "And subsequently yourself."

Shrugging Phil lapsed into silence. Reaching the small hidden room, he took a seat on the chair and slid the cuff on to his wrist once more as the door closed behind him. He had to admit he was getting used to the strange shift from the real world to Gideon's dream one.

Rip was sitting in the pilot's seat waiting for him, as Phil entered the room Gideon joined them from the parlour.

"Let's get to work," Rip said, "Gideon, can you bring up what the Time Masters had on the core and what happens when you touch it."

Gideon frowned, "There is not much as it was always theoretical what would happen. Until you did the one thing advised never to do."

"It's a place to start," Rip replied, ignoring her dig.

Rolling her eyes, Gideon waved at two screens giving them both the information Rip had asked for.

"Let's get to work."