Marriage is Murder

"Jess is not the only healer in the world you know," Michael said. "Brian and Khaat are both extremely capable. And I would surely think that Jess would much prefer you not snoring. " Brian got up out of the pool and sat back down. He looked over at her. He simply rested his hand on her arm to reassure her.

"You can't stay here and wait to die," Remus told Khaat. "If you're going to die, then go out and do it. You can come back then. Until you're dead, go out and live. Dont stay here. You can just bloody well wake up now." He faded from her view. She woke up with a hard jolt. Brian tightened his grip on her arm to reassure her.

"You're alright," Brian told her. "You just were napping. Its alright. You think you're done tanning?"

"Does it look alright? The tan?"

"Looks good to me," he grinned.

"Why should you need t do that when Brian and Khaat are right here?" Michael asked. "Kate is not a healer."

"Khaat," Brian asked. "You don't normally dream like that. What did you see?"

"Just a bit of a disagreement with Remus," she said.

"Remus?" he frowned. "Perhaps you'd better tell me."

"He thinks I"m a wimp."

"What?" he frowned. "Remus never once ever thought anything of the kind. What ever put that wild notion in your head, there is no way that's true."

She shrugged. "I know what he said, that's all. We did argue once in awhile. At least now I know we can argue across the gap. Interesting." She reached for her coverup, and Brian handed it to her. "I'd like to go shower. Aren't we going to Edward's later?"

"Yes. We are. Alright. Let's go back then," he said. "You're welcome to stay here, guys or come with us." He got up and gave Khaat his hand and walked back towards their room. The desk clerk stopped them.

"Signora," he called to her. Khaat and Brian turned. "You have a delivery. We were about to take it up to your room." Brian led the way to the desk.

"What is it?" Brian asked. The desk clerk put a long box on the desk. Brian opened it. It was a dozen long stemmed roses.

"Brian," Khaat said, "how lovely. They're beautiful."

"Yes," Brian said, stonefaced. "Yes, they are." He closed the box and tucked it under his arm and tipped the desk clerk. "Thank you." He took her hand again and led the way back upstairs.

"You aren't treating the roses very well," she scowled.

"I'm not? " he laughed. "They'll survive being turned sideways for a moment, my dear."

Brian didn't want to say anything in front of Khaat. He let the way back up to the room in silence, and Michael deliberately took the box from him so Brian could open the door. He let Brian and Khaat go into the room and then Michael set the box on a table in the hotel hallway. He took out his wand and flicked it at the box.

"Reveal!" he cast the spell. He saw the telltale glow of a marking spell. "Not today, James," Michael said. He took the box into his own hotel suite and went out to his balcony. He tied a flowerpot to the box. "One of you lads go get a fresh dozen of roses. She doesn't need to know these weren't from Brian. Make sure they're clean." He proceeded to drop the box with the flowerpot into the canal, watching the heavy clay flowerpot weigh down the box and sink it deep into the depths of the grand canal, taking it away from them and the room."

"So much for that. Fairly elementary, actually. Nice try, but incredibly stupid," Michael said.

"Of course he will," Michael said. "He doesnt know she's going to the show tomorrow. He'll be going to hunt a woman to turn. Personally, I think he'll look for a muggle woman that looks like Khaat. I don't know what his fascination is with her, but he does seem to be focusing on her or women that look like her. Brian is counting on this being a bit of a surprise for him. What does concern me is what the devil Khaat and Remus would have been arguing about. He rarely argued with her. the only time I ever knew of him to do it is when he truly believed she was wrong. And the only person she ever got mouthy with, when she was a teen, was Robert. Never ever with Remus. The fact that she connected with him at all in her dream raises a bit of a red flag for me. I suggest we stay sharp. She doesn't want to discuss whatever it was about, but Lupin women are a bit odd with their dreams. Let's stand sharp, Lads. I dont' like this at all."

"Not legally," Michael laughed. "Here. Let me help them." He flicked his wand and toruned them both into pink pool noodles. Angus just laughed seeing both men turned into hot pink foam pool toys.

"Oh, nicely done," Angus said. "Can I hel you with the cannoli's?"

"Yes, please. The fillings are done. We just need to fill them."

"My pleasure," Angus said. He went to the fridge and drew out a chocolate filling and one that was amaretto flavored. He accidently got some of the amaretto filling on his litle finger and tasted it. "Oh God, that's incredible. I'm never making a cannoli again. I've never tasted a better one anywhere." He got out two pastry bags with decorative tips and filled them and began filling cannolis and making them look elegant and beautiful.

"And I dont have to ever fill another one when you can make them look so beautiful," Michael said, delighted with Angus's work.

"My grandfather is going to love them. Thank you for doing it."

"They were going to be dessert tonight, actually."

"They still will be. But we have a few hours yet. How about I jazz up that coffee a bit?"

"Please do," Michael said. Angus took the freshly brewed coffee and added amaretto to each mug, added some whole dairy cream, and then piped an elegant little dollop of whipped cream on the top of each mug. "And when did you become a barista too?"

"I'm a chef. And I'm sort of Italian. I do know how to do this one--in my sleep," Angus laughed. Michael took a sip of his. He smiled, utterly delighted.

"You all do have to try this. I might never drink coffee any other way but this ever again. Its heavenly," Michael smiled. "Oh and have a cannoli. Half are filled with chocolate hazelnut filling. The other half is an amaretto honey filling."