Once again happy to say: My peeps,

I am back and kicking myself for taking a break. My bad. Missed you. Forgive me. I know it's only been a month and you guys must think I'm trippin' so I won't stick on it like that. Well yeah…. This chapter is dedicated to WingsOfMorphius, who has been waiting on this so that she can draw Arabian Tucker. My bad, homegirl, my bad. Lo siento Wings. Here's your chapter.

Desiree lay against the cool tile floor of her immense chambers. The cold sensations sent shivers through her nude form. She loved the feeling, especially after such a hot day as this one. She stretched her arms out in front of her and looked at the now sun-kissed gold hands. She brought them to her mouth and kissed each fingertip. Joy spread through her.

In all of her life and after life she had never felt this happy and it was all because of this body. She purred against the floor as she turned on her back and lifted her legs high above her. She then pulled them into her chest.

She was queen now. He lands were far and wide and it was so easy. She gave her people what they desired as long as they made her happy, and for now she was always happy.

There had been a few speed bumps on the way. Namely that ghost-child by the name of Phantom, but as her army of followers grew he did not stand a chance. Of course she knew that his split had been thrown into the timeline but she did not care where he came out, that was too trivial of a matter.

She did know, though, that the ghost child had a family. How she could not quite comprehend but she knew they had been sent away, somewhere in the isles outside of Ireland.

"Europe." she hissed, toying with the sound of it. She knew that's where she would start next. She loved revenge. That's why she had become so powerful. She had learned to turn her anger into a successful regime.

She had such a great regime at that, her little star being Miss Valerie Gray. She was best friend and confidant. She knew that Valerie was up to a few things she didn't know about but decided not to make a move until she did. She liked her and hoped that she wouldn't become stupid.

But her favorite minion was the one in her be right now. She heard him stir and decided to wake him. With great stealth she slipped over to the bed and suddenly straddled the covered form within it. He awoke and looked away.

"My Queen."

She was now faced with the scar she had given him a while ago. It ran from his forehead, over his eye, and stopped at his cheek. She had not blinded him but the scar was ever prevalent. She caressed it with her fingers before roughly grabbing his face and making him turn toward her.

"Why are you always so glum, dear consort?" She ran her fingers over his closely sheered hair. Her reminded her so much of the men from her time.

"I am simply tired my queen."

She knew he was lying but she didn't care. He was hers just as much as this body was. She buried her face in his neck.

"You have made me very happy, Tucker, so I shall forgive your lies and disrespect. As you know, my time for tonight is nearly out so I shall require one last kiss before I release her to your care."

Tucker looked at her but remained perfectly still as her lips descended on his. He did what he always did to get through such conflicts as this, he forced himself to think that it was only Sam within the body and not hated ghost.

Suddenly, as if a weight had been lifted, Desiree's ghost left Sam's body and smiled at him as she phased through the wall of the room. He knew she would have to go back to and grant a few wishes to regain her strength so that she could once again take over.

Coughing and sputtering came from the young woman in his arms followed by intense and powerful crying.

Tucker held her tight to him. "Sam, I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry."

She cried harder into him with every word.

"Would you like me to leave?"

"No! Please don't leave me alone Tucker! I forgive you, I forgive you, just please stay with me!"

He looked sadly upon the once strong girl and began to pet her hair. He knew that she was totally conscious the entire time that Desiree was in charge. And felt his heart break because of it.

He remembered when Valerie told him of her plans. At first he thought that she was being used by the queen to sniff out rats but when he realized how pure her concern was he knew that he would do anything to help her. Even if it meant giving into Desiree's wishes and becoming her consort.

He felt Sam's body relax and her breathing become deep and regular. She had once again cried herself to sleep. He knew that when this was all over he would never let that happen again.

He looked at her now unconscious form. Desiree had been slowly turning her into a little Arabian princess. Her once pale skin was now gold. Her hair had been grown out and now it ran in one long braid down her back. Thick black eyeliner across her eyes and her body now adorned with a gold chocker, armband, earrings, and bangles.

He dressed her in a simple black dress before slipping her under the covers and tucking her in. He then dressed himself in his guard uniform. The now four folds of metal weighed heavily on his shoulder as he sat on the bed and waited for his contact.

Twenty minutes or so passed until his eyes were greeted with glimmers from the balcony. He stood up and slowly walked out the open door and rested his arms on the balustrade.

A young female voice entered his ears. "Test tubes are cold."

"But the sands are hot."

"But what about at night."

"Well, at night they are not."

"Hi Tucker."

Tucker did not turn around he knew it would be dangerous for the both of them so he just looked over the city as she glimmered in the shadows. "Hi Dani."

He heard the soft clink of the two short swords at her sides. She was fidgety, that meant she was going to be talking directly to Danny this time.

It was not that she was afraid of him, now called her "older brother". It was the fact that last time she had been careless. She had decided to come back to Amity after Danny had sent her to Ireland and ended up being followed. Guards found the first hideout where a weakened Danny had been recuperating, and beat him to an inch of his life. If Valerie hadn't called them back to the palace because of the end of their work shift Danny wouldn't be alive. It had hit the group hard, Valerie the most, and despite his ghostly healing the scars left on his face where the constant reminder of the dangers that surrounded them.

"What's the word Guard?"

"She's getting stronger. She was able to hold on for two days this time. I don't think it will be long until Sam just doesn't fight anymore. She will be talking to the people in two days, guards slack, hit her there."

"Thank you." Without sound she disappeared from the balcony. He turned and looked at where she was standing before walking back inside to the painful lie that had become his life.

Sad I know. Forgive me. Dedicated to WoM. Holler at me.