Marriage is Murder

"The main part of the set and the chain is platinum, I think," Robert said. "Its hard to analyze a metal when someone is wearing it. They could have touched all of it. But what they couldn't do is to get it off. And I don't know what happened to know if they tried. I know he's figured out that the stone doesn't like him. If I were him, I'd want to know why some little green stone has such a powerful snarky attitude. And that would have been my entire motive about taking her. But..my buest guess is that he wasn't finding out what he wanted and that Michael got them out before it got worse. But there are a lot of blanks in that."

"Well, we'll be into the holidays again soon. It seems like that comes quicker every year," Brian said.

"Wait til you get our age" Kate sighed.

"I dont know that we've thought about Christmas yet. We did the last two away from England. One in Hawaii and one in Colorado. I suppose we ought to think about that soon," Brian said.

"Search for Flamel's notes?" Kate asked. She sighed tiredly. "Incessantly. After Remus died, those two became like addicted treasure hunters. They didnt talk about anything else--for years. Literally."

"We almost had it a couple of times," Robert said.

"You did not. What you had were old wives tales and not a bit of proof. And a lot of pipedreams," Kate said.

"Why didn't I get to go on any of those treasure hunts?" Brian frowned.

"You? You were off in Paris, chasing women," Robert said dryly.

"What? I was what? When did I ever chase women? I was following your ruddy orders, I'll have you know."

"And your first job was that undercover case where you had to make those Parisian women believe you were quite the ladies man," Kate reminded him. "You were woman chasing."

"Working. Big difference," Brian said. "Anyway, where do we want to be for Christmas?"

"Anywhere where you can dodge the subject?" Robert laughed.

"That looks wonderful. Thank you," Robert told her.

Upstairs Michael had gone to Khaat's room and had intended to merely sit on her bed for a moment to check on her while he finished his tea, but the potion had threatened to ovetake him so he'd stretched out beside her. The next thing he knew, someone was punching and kicking the daylights out of him, rooting him immediately out of sleep. It had startled him beyond words. It took him a moment to figure out that Khaat had had a nightmare and was now attacking whatever it was she'd been dreaming about.

"Stop," he said to her, trying to be calm and steady. He clutched tight to her wrists. "Stop. Its me. You're dreaming. Look at me. Its me." He kept talking to her until she realize it was him and then she curled into him. "Dear God. Scared the shit out of me," he sighed, holding her. "Do you do this to your poor husband?" She nodded. "Often?" he asked. She nodded. "I seriously need to talk to that boy. He either loves you entirely too much or he is seriously sleep deprived," Michael said, sighing, trying to unwind.

"I need to know how the hell Brian does it," Michael said sarcastically, letting go of Khaat's wrists. "She says this happens all the damned time. She's lying, right?" He looked at Khaat, who shook her head. She hadn't lied. Nightmares happened more nights than not. Brian had seen her through far worse than this. Compared to the hell she'd been through after her near death experience in Barker's hands, this was nothing. "You're not lying?"

She looked at Jess, feeling a bit frustrated. She didnt want to put anyone through this. She had tried, in the past, to go off by herself until the terrors had passed, but honestly, this time, she didnt want Michael out of her sight anymore than he wanted to be away from her. And she hated not having her voice. But it was just sort of what she had learned to do to survive things that were truly unspeakable.

Michael sighed. He hadn't wanted to know it as real. Hadn't want it to be real. He merely nodded at Jess. He looked at Khaat. "We'll weather it out. The worst is over, you know. This might take a bit longer, but we'll manage." He saw her try to look away, and he caught her cheek in his hand. "Its okay. I dont need to go anywhere." He wrapped her close to him and slowly felt her stop resisting him and just give into him. "I think we'll manage, Jess, but we might not sleep for a bit. If being awake is better, then I'm good with that. Can we have some almond tea, please? Without the potions? Just tea would be lovely."