A/N: Hello everyone. Good morning or good afternoon. I hope you are all having a wonderful week so far. I have another chapter for you guys and it's one that you all are dreading. And believe me, this wasn't easy for me to write, I was actually getting sad. ANyway, I hope you guys enjoy it. I will try and upload the next one soon.

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Chapter 50: Leaving Home

Her fingers softly traced one of the scars on his chest, remembering the story that came with it. Resting her head against his chest, she could hear his heartbeat. Letting out a sigh, she sat up and grabbed part of the blanket to cover herself. Sensing movement, his eyes opened to see her sitting up, clutching the blanket. Sitting up as well, he knew something was wrong.

"Christine?" His voiced made her turn her head to look at him.

"I couldn't sleep." She answered. Turning to face him completely, she looked down at his hand. "I don't know how I'll do it." His eyes frowned. Lifting her head, she looked at him with tear filled eyes. "How can I just leave here and go back?" She asked him, wiping a tear away.

"You have no choice." He answered. Cupping her face gently, his thumb brushed along her cheek. "If I could, I would have you stay here with me." A slight smile appeared on her face as his words. "I would never have you leave my side." Seeing her smile, he leaned in and kissed her lips softly. Returning his kiss, her hand reached up to the back of his neck, letting the blanket fall from her chest. Deepening the kiss, she felt his hands slide down to her waist. Almost lifting her up, he seemed to pull her to him until she was straddling his lap. Feeling his hard length under her, she let out a moan. Sliding his fingers between her legs, the tips of his fingers brushed along her folds. Gasping into his mouth, her hips moved slightly along his fingers. Pulling away from her wetness, her hips lifted slightly before slowly lowering onto him. A loud moan escaped her mouth as he filled her. Moving her hips, their bodies moved as one. Keeping her eyes locked with his, she felt something powerful overtaking her. He felt too but he didn't pull away. Kissing her again, the powerful feeling seemed to explode. Not only were their hearts becoming one, their souls were becoming one.

The sun rose the next morning, the rays sneaking into the tent. Shining down on the sleeping angel, she felt its warmth. Fluttering her eyes open, her head lifted slightly to glance at the sleeping Phantom next to her. The light hit his face, giving him a soft glow. Smiling at the sight, she took in the view of the man she loved. Feeling a tear form in her eye, she leaned down to place a soft kiss on his scared cheek. His eyes soon opened to look up at her, taking in the sight of her. They stared at each other for a few moments, as if taking a mental picture. The sound of movement outside the tent caused Erik to look away towards the closed flaps. Knowing the others were getting ready for the ride, he and Christine should get ready as well. Seeing the look on his face, she could only nod and climbed out of the comfortable bed. Wrapping the plaid around her naked body, she walked around the tent to dress. Getting up as well, he didn't bother using a plaid to cover himself as he grabbed his clothes to put on. With clothes on, Erik knelt in front of the trunk as he reached down inside to grab a small box. Pulling it out, he knew what was inside of it. Taking it, he closed his trunk and followed Christine out of the tent.

"Morning…" Hawk greeted them, tossing an apple at Erik. Catching it, he took a bite of the fruit before offering the rest to her. Taking the apple, she started eating as he walked with Hawk to where the horses were. Staying by the tent, she glanced around the camp.

"Don't think you will leave without saying goodbye." Hearing a voice, she turned to see Meg approaching.

"Of course not." Smiling, she rushed over to give her friend a hug. Hugging her tightly, they fought the tears that were threatening to show. Pulling away, Meg tried not to cry but was failing.

"Promise me, that you'll come back and visit us." She said to Christine. Though Christine knew it would be hard, she knew she would want to come back and visit.

"I promise I will visit." She promised. Wiping a tear away, she took a deep breath. "You have become like a sister to me."

"And you as well." Giving one last hug, a tear ran down her cheek. Pulling away, Meg could see the warriors by their horses, ready and waiting. "Goodbye, Christine."

"Goodbye, Meg." She said, wiping a tear from her eye. Stepping away, she tried to smile but the realization that she may never see her friend again hit and more tears started to run down her face. Meg too couldn't hold the tears as Christine turned around to walk to Erik. Approaching him, she wiped the tears away, trying to be strong. "I-I'm ready." She said, though she wasn't ready at all. Nodding, he helped her onto the horse. Mounting behind her, his arm wrapped around her waist. Glancing one last time at the camp, she could see everyone had gathered to see say goodbye. Motioning the horse into a walk, Christine waved one last time to the family that she had become a part of, a family that she would miss terrible.

The ride to the meeting place was long and torturous. Every minute that passed only made it harder on her. She didn't speak once during the ride, nor did he. No one spoke, they all were quiet. Leaning more back into him, she wanted to feel his body against hers as much as she could. His arm around her tighten, keeping her against him. Seeing the building come into view, she gasped as she saw the sight of the English flag. Feeling her body tense, he saw the flag as well and halted his horse.

"Tiotan ... cuiribh (A moment…please.)" He requested. Tor looked at him for a moment but approving.

"Tha beagan mhionaidean, tha sin na h-uile 's urrainn dhomh a thoirt dhuibh. (A few minutes, that's all I can give you.)" He said, motioning the others to ride ahead a little to give them privacy. Glancing behind her, she wondered why he stopped. Getting off the horse, he helped her off. Reaching into the saddle bog, he pulled out the small box.

"I know you have much finer pieces…but I wanted to give something to remind you of me." He said. She sensed he had never done this before. Opening the box, her eyes glanced down at the ring inside the box. The band looked like it was melted into the shape with a design along the center. Taking the ring out, she noticed something engraved on the inside. Though the words on Gaelic, she knew there was an important meaning.

"What does it say?" She asked him, looking up at him. Taking the ring in his hand, his eyes glanced at ring before looking at her.

"Gràdh riamh a 'bàsachadh…" He spoke softly. "It means…love never dies." He answered. "My father had it made for my mother for their wedding. He loved her so." He smirked slightly, remembering the memories of his parents. "He loved her more than anything. He told me that I would find a woman one day who I would love more than anything in this world…that she would become my world." She listened as he spoke of his parents. He paused before locking his eyes with hers. "You became my world." Her eyes started to tear up again. "From that day in the prison to now, you were always a part of my world…and you will always be my world." Tears ran down her face as he took her hand, placing the ring in her palm.

"You are my world as well." She said back, taking the ring to put on her finger. Kissing her lips one last time, his heart poured everything into that kiss. Pulling away, he could pick the sound of footprints. Turning slightly to see Tor approaching, he knew their time was up.

"We must go…" Nodding, she turned to see the Chief standing there. Walking passed him, she followed Erik to meet the others. Her eyes noticed the flags behind them and knew her father was waiting there.

This was it, this was the last time she would see any of them. These men that she grew up to fear now grew to love them as brothers. She loved these Highlanders, each one of them. And she would surely miss them all. Approaching the wall of warriors, they parted so let her father see his daughter. Seeing her father waiting a few yards away, she could see the look on his face. Smiling at him, she glanced at the men behind her. Turning around to face them, she wanted to say her goodbyes to them. Saying goodbye to all of them was harder than she imagined it would be. Each man gave her a hug, surprising the English. Gustave watched his daughter say her goodbyes, noticing the bond that she had made with them. When coming to Tor, she assumed he wouldn't say goodbye like the others.

"You are always welcome in Scotland." He said to her. Smiling at him, she bowed her head as a thank you.

"Thank you, Tor. You have been very kind to me. I shall never forget it." His mouth curled up as his arms opened wide. Taking his offer, Christine returned his hug.

"We'll miss you, lass." He said to her.

"And I will miss you." She pulled away. "All of you." She looked at the men before looking at Erik. Stepping to him, the others stepped back. Without saying a word, he pulled her into his arms, holding her tight to him. Tears started forming in her eyes again. "I love you, Erik." She whispered.

"Tha gaol agam ort ... Bidh mi gu bràth gaol agam ort. (I love you…forever I will love you)." He whispered back. Hearing those words, she knew what he said. He loved her and he will always love her. Pulling away, she wanted so badly to kiss him. However, she had an army waiting for her.

"No matter what happens, I will always love you and only you." She vowed to him. He will always have her heart. Smiling slightly, he tried to force the tear that was threatening to show away. Slowly turning around, she faced her father who was still waiting. This is it, this was the moment she was dreading.

"Goodbye, Christine." He whispered as she stepped forward. "M 'aingeal…" Hearing that name, a tear down her cheek as she slowly walked towards her father. Erik stood where he was, only able to watch the woman he loves walk away. Just reaching her father, she looked back at the line of warriors, at the masked warrior. Looking forward, she walked to her father who greeted her happily with a hug. Erik watched from where he was at the reunion. He watched Christine being lifted up onto a horse with her father sitting behind her. No words were spoken between them as the English started their long march back to England. Erik watched her leave until he could no longer see them. Once they were out of sight, the warriors started their ride back to the camp. Arriving at the camp, Erik walked passed everyone and straight to his tent. Entering his tent, his eyes looked around at the now empty tent. The pain of knowing she was gone hit. This pain that was too much for him to bear. Falling to his knees, he let out a roar. The pained roar could be heard throughout the camp. The woman he only loved was gone. There was no more of their stories, only memories…