The Prophecy – By Robyn

Ronald O’Malley straightened his tie in the mirror and pulled at the bottom of his suit. He ran both hands through his perfectly combed hair, but was careful not to pull one strand out of place. The ring on his smallest finger proudly displayed the outline of a hydra within the large square. The Hydra had a bulky body, and nine heads all intertwined and facing different directions. It was a water creature, the only logical thing to oppose a fire creature.

 

The ring was perfectly upright, and Ronald smiled crookedly down at it. He had inherited this piece of jewelry from his former employer. He traced the lines in it with his thumb as he remembered the great fortune he had of being Jonathan Black’s assistant for so many years. His death was expected, but was accompanied with sorrow Ronald did not expect. He was grateful that he now served Jonathan’s son, John Black. The current Mr. Black had been only twelve years old when his father passed away. His mother had left when he was only four, and so within eight years, he had become an orphan. Ronald became his guardian, and raised the boy as his own. He would do anything for the young man, and did just that. John had grown into a great man, just like his father. From the time he was born, he was told of the Prophecy, and in John’s mind, there was nothing else more important than following through with his fate. That is how Jonathan felt, and his father and grandfather before him. They all sacrificed themselves for the greater good, and did not give in to fear.

 

Ronald was one of the few that knew the Prophecy by heart; his father was the one to have seen the words written on paper, just before it was destroyed. The late Mr. O’Malley had been serving the Black family since the Prophecy was discovered. The past was written and followed through like clockwork, and the future could be saved, with the knowledge of the Prophecy’s words. Ronald, as well as John, followed in his father’s footsteps, and played a very important role to the outcome. He was the confidante, the one that assisted the chosen one. He gave guidance, and advice, and held the words of the Prophecy in his head, and heart, waiting for the right moment to release more information. That was his job, his very own fate wrapped within John’s. Whoever held the words of the prophecy had the upper hand, could predict the enemy’s moves, and plan accordingly.

 

A deep breath filled Ronald’s lungs and he shook his head on the release. He did not envy John for what he would have to endure, for John himself did not fully understand the sacrifice he would have to overcome. In the end it would not be up to him, but he did not yet know this. Ronald cleared his throat, and his mind. He picked up some papers from his desk and tucked them carefully in his suit pocket, and draped his jacket over his forearm. O’Malley cast one last look in the mirror before he gave a nod of approval and left his room in search of Mr. Black.

 

* * * * * *

 

John was stretched out on his large four post bed, his arms behind his head. He loved to wake up in this house. It was more of a mansion than a house, but the memories the walls held always promised comfort. Jonathan had named the estate the Maine Estate. He met John’s mother in Maine when he was on business, and had stayed there for years trying to win her over. It was her idea to move to Ireland, it was where she was born and raised. But she left shortly after their move and it was just following that loss that Jonathan bought the Maine Estate. John could never understand why he would name the property for her after she abandoned them, but he never asked.

 

Jonathan had left the estate to John in his will, as well as the inheritance, which was a sizable amount. They had dealings overseas, and owned land in Europe and Africa. He still had money coming in, and his accountants were loyal to him and his family. He didn’t need to be directly involved in any of the business, but he made it a point to oversee the progress. He owned houses in Greece, Italy, Germany, South Africa, and Ireland. He did have small place in New York as well, which he only used if he was in America on business. His definition of small, of course, was a penthouse with four bedrooms and three and a half bathrooms. All of the houses he owned had acres of land around them. He occasionally rented them out to his wealthy friends for their vacations. The land in each location produced something different, and he was very involved with trading, especially with the United States.

 

He lived in Ireland most of the time though, which is where his father raised him. It felt most like home to him. Jonathan and his son traveled a lot though, and spent a considerable amount of time in America. John had never picked up the Irish accent, he had always held on to his father’s American accent. John was the sort of man that brought home with him everywhere, as his father did, and always felt like he was looking for a place to call home. Until then, though, Ireland was the closest thing to that he could find.

 

The slender red head stirred beside him and he glanced down at her. A muffled noise escaped from her throat as she pushed her face into the pillow. She was still for another moment before propping herself up on her elbows and pushing her long wavy red hair out of her way. “I should just chop it all off,” She said sleepily in a thick Irish accent. She pulled the sheets up higher to cover her naked body. “How long have ye been awake love?” She piled a couple of pillows against the headboard and flipped over to lean against them.

 

“Not long,” He said reaching for the coffee had gotten out of bed to get earlier, “a couple of hours or so.”

 

“Christ Almighty, I’ll never know where ye get yer energy from. I thought last night might’ve tired ye out, but yer always up a few hours later and ready a go at it again.”

 

John laughed into his coffee cup, “And you would sleep until sundown if I’d let you.”

 

“True enough.” She smiled. Her and John had been friends for over twenty five years; they had grown up together, and experienced childhood together. It had been a rare day when Shannon McArthur was not running up and down the halls of the Maine Estate. Shannon had gotten married young to another boy from the neighborhood, but they soon divorced after he had an affair with one of their mutual friends. It took everything John had to not pummel the bastard into the ground, but Shannon had convinced him to let it go.

 

Shannon had always had a flare for life. She had a high spirit, and a quick temper. Even after heartbreak from the divorce, and the death of her father, the sparkle in her eye remained. She accepted and thrived in her responsibilities, taking over the farm her father had run, and moving back in with her mother to soften the loneliness.

 

John had been her strength, and constant, through her whole ordeal. Both of them knew they would never have a romantic relationship, but their friendship did include being lovers occasionally.

 

John looked over at his best friend. She was a beautiful girl, perfect skin, slender body, long red hair which she sometimes put back with a bandana. She had small features, small nose, small mouth, and one would assume she was brought up in ribbons and lace. The only betrayal was her weathered hands. She had worked on that farm since she was a little girl, and was now running it, with little help. Her exterior was so feminine, and seemingly fragile, but on the inside she was a firecracker, a force to be reckoned with. John knew never to start an argument with her he wasn’t absolutely sure he could win.

 

John Black had many lovers over the years, but never relationships. He was lucky to have Shannon in his life, someone who knew him so well, and understood his needs and his resistances. She didn’t need anything from him except friendship, nor did she want more. It was a great arrangement for them both. They knew how to compromise as well. She asked him to hold her until she fell asleep some nights, and then he would roll over to his side. Others, she would walk home, and periodically, neither of them slept, and just talked until the sun came up. They were each other’s comfort, but there had always been something missing they could not force. But they accepted it, and were content with the here and now. It was a win/win situation.

 

“Alright,” John grumbled, “I’m going to jump in the shower.” He hopped out of bed, unembarrassed by his nakedness, and made his way to the en suite bathroom.

 

She called after him. “You best be leavin some hot water for me too.” She pulled the quilt up beneath her chin and closed her eyes again.

 

* * * * * *

 

After they had both showered and dressed, they ventured out into the kitchen. Ronald was leaning up against a counter with a cup of coffee in his hands, blowing the steam over the rim. “Mornin to you both.”

 

“Morning Ron.” John said pouring himself his second cup of the morning.

 

“Mornin Ronnie.” Shannon said brightly, moving around the table to give him a kiss on the cheek.

 

Ronald smiled awkwardly, “Now why ye be doin that? Makin a man blush like he was a wee lad stumbling over his words.”

 

Shannon giggled and stole and apple from the bowl in the centre of the wooden table. “Well,” She mumbled through the bite she had taken, “I best be gettin to me house.”

 

John frowned, “I thought it was your day off.”

 

She shrugged and took another large bite, “T’was, but I’ve a few things that need fixin, and mama’s probably wonderin’ if I’m gonna make it home for breakfast. I know better than to keep her waitin.”

 

“You’re going to work yourself into the ground Shannon McArthur.”

 

She smiled, showing off the perfect white teeth she was born with. “It’s where we McArthur’s are meant to be John Black. I’ll come by later.” She winked at Ronald, “I’ll be seein’ ya.” With that, she turned on her heal, her red locks flying behind her, and let herself out.

 

Ronald looked over at John, “Quite a beautiful lass, Miss Shannon is.”

 

“Always has been.”

 

“Ever thought of…”

 

“No Ronald. You know we’ve tried that before. It’s just not meant to be with us. I’ve never felt right with anyone. We’re just friends, and that’s the way it should be.”

 

“Aye, I suppose yer right lad. Too bad though eh?”

 

John nodded. “Whoever gets her in the end better be damn worth it, and I’m going to make sure of that.” He shook his head free of the anger he still felt for her ex husband. He knew the man was no good, but never interfered. Shannon seemed to be so happy with him, John could never understand why, but he wanted to see his best friend happy. But next time there was a man in her life, God willing he’d be around to make sure he was worth Shannon’s time.

 

He changed the subject. “Did you get the passports?”

 

Ronald patted his breast pocket.

 

“When do we leave?”

 

“Tomorrow, noon.”

 

“And you’re sure it’s time?”

 

Ronald gave him an impatient look, the one he gave him when he was in trouble as a boy.

 

John laughed, “Alright, sorry for questioning your expertise. Tomorrow noon it is.”

 

“I’ll have yer things packed. Ye might want to practice some fencing; Bruce is on the property somewhere, I’m sure ye could steal him away from his work for a while. Maybe work on that swing o’ yers, make sure you’ve still got yer skill.”

 

John’s lips curled slightly and he nodded.

 

Ronald left the room to make the arrangements. John crossed his large arms and furrowed his brow. He had another dream last night. He could still smell… it was some kind of flowers, but it faded so quickly when he tried to concentrate on it. It was a dream he had been having more and more lately. So vague, and hazy, but it heightened his senses and left him melancholy for the rest of the day. He felt as if he lost something, let it slip away. He raked his fingers through his hair and down the back of his neck. He turned to look out the large window in the kitchen. The newly restored farmhouse which included stables, which he rebuilt himself, was in his direct view. There were orchards over to his right, and to the left, rolling green hills for miles. It was an incredible view, but at times left him feeling alone.

 

O’Malley had taught him how to ride horses on this property; it was one of John’s more memorable past times. He sometimes took Orion, the first stallion he ever broke himself, out for long rides to clear his head and let the wind blow away his problems. He considered doing just that, but decided against it when he saw Bruce leading a Mare toward the stables. Bruce was a friend of Ronald’s that was also employed by the Black family, but soon became a friend of John’s as well. He taught him to fence, and also to throw a damn good punch. John would challenge him to a match this afternoon, but first, he’d double check that his jet was fueled and prepared for his flight to Salem.

“Well, looks like we’re out of time.” Marlena stood up with her hand out to put on her patients shoulder as she escorted him out of her office. “We made great progress today. Try to think about what you want to start with next week and we can get right into it.”

Carl shifted his weight on his feet and rung a hanker chief in his hands. “Thank you Dr. Evans.”

“You’re welcome Carl.” She smiled sincerely.

“See you next week?”

“Of course. Same time, same place.”

The jittery man gave a lopsided smile back. “See you then.”

“Alrighty. Bye bye.”

“Should I call to confirm?”

“If it will make you feel better Carl, then by all means, you have my cell phone number.”

“It’s on my speed dial.” His gaze averted her eyes in embarrassment.

She patted his arm. “Good, then I look forward to hearing from you.”

His confidence bounced back quickly. “Thank you Dr. Evans. I’ll talk to you soon.”

“Yes, talk to you soon.” She closed her office door behind him.

She looked at her watch. When Carl first began his sessions, she had to stop them twenty minutes early to lend that time to say goodbye. He was a man with separation anxiety and abandonment issues, but was improving. The twenty minutes had been cut to three over six months, and that was quite an accomplishment. She let out a satisfied sigh and made her way over to her desk, and flopped down into her chair. She breathed in the fresh lilacs her friend Devon had sent over for her this afternoon. Her fingers gently massaged the tiny, soft, purple petals.

She routinely reached up and flicked her ringer back on. She jumped when the loud sound escaped from the recently muted speaker. Pulling her earring off her lobe, she snatched the receiver. “Marlena Evans.”

“Hello Dr. Evans, how’s my favourite sister-in-law doing?”

She let herself relax into her chair again. “Hi Tony, I’m fine thanks, how are you?”

“Fantastic actually. I have a proposition for you.”

Marlena furrowed her brow. “What might that be?”

“Well, I was recently invited to attend the most prestigious party of the year, and I would like to ask you to be my date.”

Marlena couldn’t mask the uninterested sound that accompanied her words. “Tony, I—I don’t think so.”

“But you used to have so much fun at those stuffy parties. You always make them interesting. Besides, I don’t have any other beautiful women to ask.” He paused. “It’s not for a couple nights, Friday night to be exact, so think about it at least.”

Marlena let the line fall silent. She looked at the framed picture of her sister Samantha with her arm around Marlena that sat on her desk. She traced her white tipped nail along the face that smiled back at her. Her sister had been killed a couple of years ago in what looked like a mob related crime. It had been a grizzly accident, and still felt so fresh to her. It was no secret that Tony had another life that he kept well hidden, but no matter how much he vowed to protect his wife Samantha, she still got caught in the crossfire. Marlena did blame Tony at first, but she came to understand that Sam loved him so much; she was willing to sacrifice a normal life, and tempt fate every day, for him. Tony made her happy, and treated her like a queen. He loved her more than life itself. Marlena had always been grateful for that. It was his brother Stefano that she didn’t particularly like. He had tried to court her for years, but she had no interest. In fact, she didn’t have any interest in any man that had come into her life. After Don, and losing DJ, and the pain that caused, she never felt another real connection with anyone. She questioned even if she had a true connection with Don at all. On top of that, she lost her sister who was her centre.

Tony cut through her thoughts. “Marlena? You still there?”

She tore her eyes from her sister’s. “Yes, I’m here.”

“So, what’s the verdict? Or do you need some time to think about it?”

“No, I don’t need more time. I’m sorry I just don’t think I’m up for it.”

“Not even to save me from my boredom?” He was grasping, and he knew it.

“No, sorry. Next time maybe.”

“I understand, it’s alright. You’re still my favourite sister-in-law.”

She smiled. “I’m your only sister-in-law.”

He laughed through the phone. “Well if I had more than one, I assure you, you would be my favourite.”

“I’d expect no less from you.”

She hung up with a smile on her face, but it quickly faded as it always did. The light in her eyes had fused slightly since her life turned upside down; actually it seemed to do that on a regular basis. She noticed herself always waiting for the bottom to fall out. She was glad that Tony was around. He looked out for her ever since Samantha’s death, letting her grieve when she did, trying to cheer her up, and helping her get back on her feet.

She was thankful for Roman as well. They had dated for a few months, but past the instant gratification, there was nothing. After they broke up, they still spent intimate nights together, but it was casual, more out of need for contact, and those times were extremely infrequent. They never discussed that part of their relationship but their friendship, however, was close. They didn’t spend a lot of time together, but when they did, they laughed, and she relaxed. It was rare when she did that otherwise.

She pushed herself to her feet and pulled her papers together, throwing them haphazardly into her briefcase. Carl had been her last client of the evening, and she was starving. Before making it to the other side of her office she had decided on Chinese food. She could picture herself snuggled up in front of her fireplace with a good book eating almond chicken with chopsticks. Maybe she’d follow up with a bubble bath. Sounded like heaven.

* * * * * *

Marlena was juggling her keys, briefcase, and purse in front of her door when her cell phone rang. Her bag slipped out of her grasp, and her case followed that, along with her keys clinking together as they hit the pavement. She stood looking down at the mess at her feet, her cell phone the only thing left in her hand and all she could do was shake her head. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

She flipped her phone open. “Dr. Evans.” She propped the phone between her ear and shoulder and knelt down to pick up her clutter.

“Marlena, hi, it’s Devon.”

She relaxed slightly, “Dee, it’s good to hear from you.”

Devon could hear the tension in her friend’s voice. “Bad day?”

“No different than any other day.” Marlena was struggling with her keys, trying to balance the papers that had slipped out of her briefcase but became frustrated and finally let them fall the ground again. She shoved the correct key into the lock and violently pushed the door open. It swung wide, hit the stopper and flung back, closing in her face. “Let me rephrase that, if I don’t get into bed right now, I’m a little afraid of what will happen to me. Good thing I have 911 on speed dial hm?”

Devon’s laugh drifted easily through the receiver. “Do you want some company?”

Marlena had pushed the door open carefully and proceeded to pick up and throw her briefcase, purse, and loose paper into her house. Somewhat out of breath Marlena said, “No no, Eve’s probably sleeping already, and I don’t want you to have to wake her up, or get a sitter.”

“I was thinking you could come over here. But if you want me to join you at your place I can. Peter’s home already.”

Marlena’s eyes widened, “Wow, really? What’s that, the first day in two months that he hasn’t worked until midnight?”

“Three months.” Devon corrected, “But he came home with some great news! He got a promotion! All those overtime hours paid off. He’s going to get normal hours, and the job he’s been working toward for almost a year!”

“Oh Dee, that’s fantastic! Tell him congratulations for me!”

Marlena could hear Devon whispering to Peter. “He says thank you. He wants you to come over and celebrate with us.”

“Oh, I’m not sure. After the door tried to attack me on my way in, I don’t know if I should venture out again. I appreciate the invitation though.”

“Are you sure Mar? You’re not becoming a homebody are you? I don’t have enough friends to let you hibernate for months on end again.”

Marlena had thrown her jacket on the arm of the couch and had put the kettle on. She kicked her shoes off and was climbing the stairs to her room. She chuckled, “No Dee, I’m not turning into a hermit again. Believe me. I’m just tired. We’re doing that fund raiser for the children’s wing for the hospital tomorrow; I want to get a good sleep.”

“Oh, that reminds me. I can’t do it tomorrow. Peter was supposed to have the day off, but they’re giving him a new office and he needs to move and set it up, well he doesn’t need to, but you know how he gets when he’s excited about something.”

Marlena laughed along with her friend when she heard Peter’s voice coming through the phone “Just what are you implying?”

“Alright, that’s fine. Maybe I’ll move a couple of clients to tomorrow and take the next day off. Can we do the fundraiser then?”

“Works for me.”

“Great.” The kettle began to whistle downstairs just as Marlena tightened the sash around her silk housecoat. “Listen, I better get going, the tea’s calling me, and there is a great book with my name on it downstairs.”

“Where do you ever find time to write a novel with everything else you do?”

Marlena giggled sarcastically, “You are just too funny.”

Devon let out her infectious laugh. “Well, at least I amuse myself. Are you sure you want to spend the night all alone in that big house?”

“It’s not that big, and yes, I’m sure. I’ll give you a call tomorrow before I head to work.”

“Peter says he’s disappointed.”

“Rain cheque.”

“Don’t know if he’ll go for it, but I’ll try to smooth things over.”

“I can always count on you Dee.”

She hung up and put her cell on vibrate, slipping it into her housecoat pocket. Smoothly making her way around the kitchen, she pulled out a tea bag, poured the steaming water into an abnormally large mug and stirred in one cream, one sugar. She gave the pile of disaster on the floor a thought as she stepped over it, and decided to leave it.

Putting the Spa music channel on, she started her gas fireplace and snuggled down into her favorite leather chair. Just when she began to feel warm and comfortable, the ache came again. Something was missing. She wrapped her arms around herself and closed her eyes. She yearned for… for something. God! Why could she never reach it? She cursed under her breath. Her days were spent helping people get in touch with their emotions, and she couldn’t even sort out or identify her own.

She opened her eyes and glued them to the ceiling, trying to mask the deep distress she felt. She pulled out her phone. Maybe the Chinese food she was about to order would fill that unexpected emptiness. She doubted it, but dialed anyway.

* * * * *

Their flight had been delayed due to a problem with the jet’s engine that had to be checked out before they could take off. John had left Shannon the key to his house, he knew that she liked to have some time to herself occasionally, and living with her mother in a small house didn’t allow much privacy. John had also set her up with another hand to work on the farm before he left. Shannon was a smart girl and could see right through her best friend, but he finally convinced her that he wasn’t paying this one, and he got her to believe him that all the man wanted was room and board. Shannon and her mother had an extra house on the property for the men that worked on the farm, if they required a place to stay. John was paying him, but he would die before letting Shannon know that. If he had admitted it, she would have never accepted the help she so needed, and deserved.

From behind the blackness of his eyelids, John could see someone moving around him. He didn’t need his eyes to tell him this, the sounds, and smells gave the specifics away. He had to wait until the person was in the perfect position. To him, it seemed like an eternity, but in reality it was mere seconds. Now! Keeping his eyes closed, he snatched his knife from his belt and positioned it.

Ronald froze, the blade inches from the flesh on his neck. He swallowed down a lump in his throat.

John smiled and popped one eye open. He saw Ronald’s shocked face and began roaring with laughter.

“Oh ye think yer funny do ye?” Ronald smoothed his suit coat and tried to gain his composure back.

John slapped his knee and continued to laugh through his words. “You know better than to think I couldn’t hear you Ronnie.”

“I wasn’t tryin to be sneakin around ye. I was comin to tell ye we were nearly there.” He ran his hands through his hair, making sure it was still perfectly styled.

“You look fine Ron, you’d make an extremely good looking dead guy.”

Ronald smiled. “I appreciate that John.”

It had become a standing joke between the two of them. John had never seen Ronald dressed in anything but the best, with his hair perfect. Ronald knew that he was high risk because of his job, and the knowledge he held, and so every day he dressed like it was going to be his last day on earth. If John didn’t know better, he would assume Ronald slept in a suit and tie.

John looked his friend over. Ronald stood shorter than his employer at an even six feet to John’s 6’5. Ronald’s hair had begun to gray around the edges, and had receded slightly throughout the years. All in all though, he was a good looking man with strong features, and soft eyes. John had often wondered why Ronald didn’t find a woman to share his life with. Not only was he a catch according to his looks, but he was also a moral man with great loyalty. John had asked him once about it, but Ron ignored him and made a joke about how women complicate everything. John didn’t pry again. It seemed to be the pattern in both families. His father lived most of his life alone, as had John thus far, as well as the late Mr. O’Malley, and Ronald. It was the world of men.

The pilot’s voice echoed through the speakers. “Mr. Black, Mr. O’Malley, please take your seats to prepare for landing.”

Ronald sat down next to John and clicked his seatbelt in, John followed suit. Mr. Black’s eyes made their way to the window and stared down as they made their descent into Salem. The butterflies in his stomach made themselves noticed, and John took a deep breath, dismissing them. It was just the slight turbulence. A smile crossed his lips, outwardly displaying his excitement. Like a magnet, something in Salem was pulling him there. He turned to Ronald. “What day is it again?”

“T’is Friday.”

John frowned. “The delay really confused me, and with the time change and everything…”

“We’ll check into the hotel first thing and ye have yerself a wee nap if ye like.”

John shook his head. “No, I think I’m going to check out the town. We need to find the church as well.”

“Aye, that we do. I’ll come with ye.”

John looked over at Ronald who was staring back at him with a mischievous twinkle in his eye. “What?”

“Ye gonna find a date for the party this evenin?”

John rolled his eyes. “No Ronald. I need to focus tonight.”

“I ‘spose. But a beautiful lass hangin on yer arm couldn’t hurt eh?”

“It’s not going to happen. But maybe we should work on finding you a date.”

Ronald scrunched his face. “Nay, if word gets out that I be lookin for a lass to escort me, they be never lettin me be after that.”

John laughed.

“This is gonna be some trip John.”

John’s voice was a whisper. “That’s a fact.”

The squeak of tires hitting the pavement and the roar of the engine left the two men free of words. John peered out the window again. He gained his second wind as anticipation swept over him.
Marlena and Devon hauled the folded up table out of the trunk of Devon’s SUV. There was already a bunch of other people there with barbeques and popcorn machines. They were all on the fund raising committee. There were a few nurses, one or two doctors, and volunteers, some from the hospital, some not.

The morning was a bit slow, but as more families came to the park for a spring walk after school, and afternoon work, money began coming in. There were some on the committee making balloon animals, and face paints; those were a big hit with the children. There was hot chocolate in the early morning, but as the afternoon wore on, the sun shone down with warmth. Light coats were traded for sweaters, and hot chocolate for freshly squeezed orange juice.

Marlena sat in the reclined lawn chair that she had brought. She had been relieved of her hot dog bun duty and was relaxing with a coffee. She watched Devon holding a little girl’s chin still while delicately painting a butterfly on her cheek. The small girl was holding her hands clenched in her lap, as though being motionless took more effort than moving. Devon handed the child the mirror and watched her face light up. She ran to her parents and they ooh-ed and aww-ed before the father picked her up effortlessly and placed her, giggling, on his shoulders.

Devon handed the brush to another woman who had come to take over and plopped down beside Marlena. She reached up to adjust the thin ponytail she had thrown her dirty blond hair into earlier. “Beautiful day isn’t it?”

Marlena looked at the sky. There were a few fluffy white patches drifting aimlessly among a never ending stretch of blue. She breathed in the crisp air. “I love days like this. Even the clouds are lazy.”

Devon joined Marlena in analyzing the slow changing of the clouds. A few moments later she broke the silence. “We’re already at four hundred dollars.”

“Nearly half way there.” She stated. “We’re lucky it was such a nice day out. When are you going to let us auction of your paintings? That’ll raise money quickly. Since you refuse to take money for them anyway, might as well donate it.”

Devon had thought of it. “They wouldn’t sell anyway.”

“Says you. I still think you should try. We could rent out a nice place, spread the word… you aren’t giving your work enough credit.”

When Devon didn’t answer she changed the subject. “Think we’ll make our goal?”

“I hope so. It’s for such a good cause.” Devon fell quiet, a shadow rose behind her eyes.

Marlena reach out and took her hand. “I know.”

Nearly three years earlier, Devon and Peter had a baby girl. She was born premature, with her lungs not nearly as developed as they should have been. The doctors gave the baby five days, but it was the next day when her lungs collapsed, and she was lost to them. Marlena had tried to comfort her friend through that loss, but it was only when she lost a child of her own when she fully understood. Their common ground was unforgiving and untouchable to most, but for them it was their bond.

Marlena squeezed her friend’s hand and then jumped up, bringing her spirits with her. “I want a hot dog.”

* * * * *

After unpacking and getting settled in his suite, John stepped into the shower. He put his hands on shower wall and let the hot water beat down on him. He had slept on the plane, nearly the whole way, but he knew he had to concentrate tonight, so he allowed this brief relaxation, it would pay off. He wasn’t tired, but his muscles were tense. He had that same vague dream again on the plane, but when he woke up, he wasn’t melancholy at all but full of energy. He could see the outline of a woman through the haze. She was gorgeous, although he couldn’t see her face, and she smelled like… like… damn it. He raised his face to the shower head and pushed away from the wall.

He felt uncomfortable, and looked down at himself. Great, he thought, and arched an eyebrow. A sigh escaped his lips as he shook his head and reached for the water faucet. He took a deep breath and turned the relaxing shower into a cold one.

* * * * *

Ronald was waiting in the lobby when John came down in his jeans and loose button up long sleeve. “Ready?”

“Aye.” Ronald led the way out the hotel and to a car waiting outside.

John hesitated. “Let’s walk. It’s not far is it?”

“Few blocks or so.”

John held his arms out. “It’s such a nice day.”

Ronald narrowed his eyes trying to read John’s thoughts, but quit when his strong face explained nothing. He waved away the waiting car and fell in stride with John.

The church was only about a five minute walk from the hotel. Ronald reached into his pocket drawing out an extra room key and handing it to John. “I best be goin in alone John, meet me back at the hotel. Don’t be getting yerself into any trouble either, hear me?”

John hummed a yes absently and walked away leaving Ronald standing outside the church.

The older man took a deep breath and entered. He dipped his finger into the copper bowl of holy water that stood in the middle of the entrance and crossed himself, mumbling the blessing under his breath.

A young man in a robe approached Ron when he was making his way down the aisle of pews. “Can I help you sir?”

“Aye, I’m looking for Father Barron.”

“I’ll go get him for you.” He turned away, but glanced over his shoulder. “You may wait in the confessional if you like.”

Ronald nodded his thanks and walked slowly toward the sliding curtain of the confessional. He sat down on the hard bench and smoothed his hair with his hands. This one conversation would tell him his next move, but he would have to be cautious, he was living in a world of deceit and betrayal now.

* * * * *

John had found the entrance to a park not far from where he left Ronald. He was walking slowly down a concrete path that was lined with trees that cast shadows on the ground before him. Through the passing spaces between the bark he caught a glimpse of a crowd. Colourful balloons and laughing both lingered in the air. He ducked beneath a branch and between two trees, cutting across the field.

The smell of popcorn and hot dogs woke his stomach up and it began threatening John with a low growl. There were more than five tables set up with people coming and going, smiles on everyone’s faces. Two little girls ran on either side of him, their faces covered with colour, and balloons streaming behind them. He turned sideways to avoid collision and laughed easily.

He stood, hands in pockets, scanning over the table that was lined with hot dog buns, chips, and soda. A short, bouncy, slim woman appeared in front of him across the table. “Hi there, you hungry?”

John smiled comfortably at her and patted his grumbling tummy. “You bet.”

“Smokie? Hot dog? Chips? What’s your pleasure?”

He was surprised at her high energy, but was at ease with it, she reminded him of Shannon immediately. “Do the smokie’s have cheese in the centre?” He arched an inquiring eyebrow.

“For you they do.” She shot back playfully.

“Then count me in.”

She yelled over her shoulder. “Hey Kevin, one cheese smokie on the grill please!”

John turned around to watch a small group of children play tag. One of the smaller ones was “it” and the poor thing couldn’t catch up with the bigger kids, but a smile remained on his face.

He was startled when behind him he heard the sweetest voice saying, “Devon, Peter’s on your phone, I can take over.”

John didn’t turn around right away, almost afraid that he would never hear that beautiful sound again. When he finally did spin around to face her, she was busying herself trying to separate the hot dog bun she held in her gloved hands. “What would you like on…?” She raised her eyes to his and froze. His eyes pierced right through her, and stole her breath. It was a full minute before she stuttered the rest of her question. “on—your—on your um—uh…”

Pull yourself together Marlena. He’s turned you into a babbling idiot! “… hot dog bun?”

She heard nothing back from him, and was afraid she had missed his answer. The ringing in her ears wouldn’t subside. What she felt when she looked into this man’s eyes, it was intoxicating. She couldn’t tear her gaze away, even when she thought she would drown in the blueness of them.

John stared directly through the deep hazel eyes, straight into her soul. He didn’t even know her name but felt so connected to her. It wasn’t just her staggering beauty either, it was deeper. She shook his head. No, he thought scolding himself, it was a simple attraction. He was not a man that believed in love at first sight. He wasn’t even sure if he believed love existed.

Marlena was battling herself. She wanted to run from his stare, far away. She felt as though she had been hit with lightning. Should she stay? Should she say something? Oh God, had he said something? Was she even paying attention? She began to panic, but before she could embarrass herself by turning and bolting, his voice brought her back down to reality.

“Um, the works.”

“Sure.” She used this opportunity to pull her eyes away from his. She felt as though she had ripped away more than her eyes, she felt loss. This is ridiculous, she told herself and forced her mind to focus, gain composure. Men never had this effect on her; she was always the one in control.

She piled on ketchup, mustard, relish, sour kraut, and onions mechanically onto the hot dog bun. Kevin brought over the barbequed smokie and put it on the bun in Marlena’s hands. They were shaking, but it was only her who could see that. She handed it to John without making eye contact and mumbled, “Enjoy.”

“How much is it?” He was searching for those hazels, but she kept them well hidden.

Marlena was grateful for an expected question, one she could answer robotically. “It’s actually by donation,” She motioned toward the sign that clearly stated just that, “for the Children’s wing of the hospital here in town.”

John had full intentions of quietly dropping some money into the jar that stood proudly on the table but instead, he heard a question slipping through his lips. “Would you like to come to a party with me tonight?”

Marlena’s head shot up. Damn those eyes. “I beg your pardon?”

John frowned. It had come out as more of a statement then a question. “Well, I—it’s the biggest party of the year, you know business people, stuffy lawyers, doctors, everyone attends it and…”

She cut him off. “I know what you’re talking about. I just don’t understand why you want to take me.”

“I don’t know either.”

Even though he had said it innocently, she still felt offended, and he could see it on her face.

“No,” He began fumbling, struggling for self-control. What was this woman doing to him? “What I meant was, I don’t know you, and you don’t know me, but I don’t have a date tonight, and if you would like to go with me, I would be honoured.” Great, now she probably thought he was a stalker, or a creep. He cursed himself silently.

“Someone already asked me to go.”

John’s spirits wilted. “Oh, of course, I…”

“But,” She continued, “I turned him down.” Why did she say that? She felt ridiculous.

Now he was confused. Was she trying to get out of it? Did she want to go?

Devon appeared at Marlena’s side and looked at her friend, then at the man, then back at her friend. “Am I interrupting something?”

Marlena looked over at Devon, “Hmm?”

John explained. “I was just asking your friend uh…”

“Marlena.” Devon answered before Marlena gave her a scowl. Devon mouthed a sorry to her and returned her attention to the man.

“… Marlena here if she wanted to attend the big banquet tonight, with me.”

“That sounds like fun.” Devon said freely, and truthfully.

“No it doesn’t.” Marlena shot. “We have plans tonight remember? You know how much I hate to break plans.”

“Oh, I don’t mind.”

“But I do.” Marlena said through clenched teeth. Her friend was not helping her whatsoever.

“It’s no big deal, plus Peter said he wanted to go out for dinner anyway. We’ll make plans for another night.”

John clapped his hands together. “I guess it’s settled then.”

Marlena glared at him. Why was she acting this way? It was as if she resented him for making her feel weak at the knees. “No, it’s not settled. I have to stay here until we reach our goal.”

“Marlena, we’re…”

Marlena cut Devon short, “Dee, I’m staying here until we reach our goal. It’s important to me.”

John smiled mischievously, “What’s your goal?”

“Five Thousand.” She lied. Their goal for the day was two hundred, and they were going in rotation anyway, there were some people there yesterday, and the day before, and it was going to continue over the weekend. Their goal for all five days was a thousand. It wasn’t much, but they couldn’t expect all that much for hot dogs, face paintings, and balloons. An extra thousand would help the wing get a specific piece of equipment though which was the whole point behind this particular fund raiser. Also it was also good to make the people of Salem aware of the need.

Devon snapped her eyes up to her friend’s. “Mar…”

“Devon.” She challenged.

John locked eyes with Marlena. “And you’re saying that if you made this goal, you would go to the banquet with me?”

She crossed her arms. “I’d consider it.”

John knelt down and reached into his boot. He pulled out and shuffled through a large wad of cash. It was his emergency money, he always kept more than he probably needed, but today it came in handy. He fanned out the bills and made a proposition before handing it over. “Ten thousand, but only if you will kindly escort me to the party tonight.”

“This is for charity,” She seethed, “and you’re making a mockery of it. You’re expecting something for this money with no regard for where it’s going.”

“Which is what most other people are doing when they donate for a hot dog.”

She narrowed her eyes. “I refuse to be bought.”

She had gotten the wrong idea. “I am not expecting anything from you other than intelligent conversation and perhaps a dance or two.” He softened. “Come for the first hour, if you’re not having a good time, you can leave. I promise.”

Devon nudged her friend. “They could really use that money Marlena. They could get that new heart monitor they’ve been saving up for, and finish renovations in the…”

“Alright.” Marlena snapped. She tore the money from John’s hand and felt the world fall into slow motion when her skin touched his. She had a flash of his hand on her skin, his lips against hers. She let the anger take over all her other emotions and pushed the cash into Devon’s hands. “I’ll meet you…”

“How about at my hotel? In the lobby at eight sharp. I’ll be the handsome man waiting to show you how to have a good time and relax.”

She shrugged away the urge to melt at his feet. “Fine. See you then.”

“Salem Inn.”

“Oh, right.” She had forgotten to ask. She rolled her eyes. She began to turn, but his voice stopped her.

“And the name’s John Black.”

Forgot to ask that too. “Marlena Evans.” She said coolly. She took another step away, but he stopped her again.

“Would you wear something in particular for me tonight?”

The poise she had momentarily been granted fled. “No, I will wear whatever I damn well please.” She stuck her chin up in the air and turned on her heel.”

He called after her, bringing her to a halt for the third time. “I was just going to suggest a smile.” Even with her back to him, he knew he had her attention. “I can only imagine how beautiful you would look wearing a smile, especially since your frown already takes my breath away.”

Marlena was breathing deeply trying to still the butterflies that threatened to break her. She waited another moment, making absolute certain that her legs were strong enough to lead her away from him, before hurrying to her car.

Devon, who had been watching wide eyed the entire time, looked at John. He was still staring after Marlena, who was well out of his vision now. She snapped her fingers. “Hello in there?”

He looked down at the small framed woman and chuckled, “My apologies.”

She tried to bite back a smile. “Don’t worry about it. So, you have a thing for my best friend hey?”

“I guess I do. She’s so, so— does she always act like that?”

“Actually I’ve never seen her like that before. She’s usually so calm and collected. You seem to have made quite an impact on her.”

He laughed loudly. “Well, if by making her steam with anger, then yes I suppose I did.”

“Don’t be fooled, it’s just her defense.”

He looked down at the ground. “Maybe I made a mistake.”

“Do you think you did?”

“No.” He felt so relaxed speaking with this woman.

“Then you didn’t. Just show her a good time tonight. And be warned. She’s an extremely intelligent woman. She’s bluntly honest. She’ll be able to see through any bullshit, so just make sure you’re sincere. She has great instincts too; she just needs to learn to trust them more. She never would have accepted your invitation unless she was certain that you were harmless.”

“Well I definitely don’t have ulterior motives. Actually, I was determined to go solo tonight. That woman,” He pointed in the direction Marlena had stalked off in, “was so… so…”

Devon grinned sideways. “You’ll figure it out.” Unlike John and Marlena, Devon did believe in love at first sight. And what she saw between the two of them was something she had never experienced, herself or as a spectator. It had made her breath catch in her throat, and she wasn’t even part of it. There was something bigger going on, she felt it. “I’m Devon by the way.” She held out her hand, giving John a firm handshake. “Good luck.”

“Thanks, I think I’ll need it.”

“She’ll be on her game tonight, but just play it cool, she’ll drop her defenses slowly, but only after she’s tested the waters.”

John took a deep breath. “I appreciate the advice. Thank you Devon.”

“I’m sure I’ll be seeing you John.” Her eyes widened. “Oh, and Lilacs!”

“Lilacs?”

“They’re her favourite flower, they’re only in season for a few weeks in the spring, and that would be right now.”

He picked up the now cold smokie he had placed on the table in front of him throughout the conversation. He raised it to Devon in thanks and walked away with his head spinning. What had just happened? Marlena was beautiful, and he couldn’t get those eyes out of his mind. There was definitely a physical attraction, but there was more. He wasn’t sure how, but there was more.

He predicted an interesting evening to come.

Marlena tossed yet another dress into the mountain of clothes she had built up on her bed the past hour. She pulled on a short black number and zipped the side up. She analyzed her reflection, putting her hands on her hips, lifting her hair up, turning side to side before unzipping and adding that one to the discarded.

She let out an audible grunt. Her hands tensed into talons in the air. “Why do I even care?” But she did, and that fueled her frustration even more. The phone rang beneath the pile of fabric. She clawed her way through the dresses, skirts, and blouses finally finding what she searched for and answered with impatience. “Hello?”

Marlena heard Devon’s laugh before her words. “Having fun are we?”

“No! This is a disaster. I don’t know why I agreed to this charade.” Marlena flung herself on her bed among the scattered clothes. Lying on her back, focusing on the ceiling, she put her palm to her forehead. “I can’t find anything to wear.”

“What about that little black dress, you always feel comfortable in that one, look pretty good in it too.”

“No, I tried it on, but it just isn’t bringing its usual confidence along with it.”

“Mar, I don’t think you’ll find confidence in a dress.”

Marlena rolled her eyes. “You know what I mean. I’ve tried on virtually everything in my closet, and nothing is good enough.”

“Too bad it was such short notice…”

Marlena finished the thought, “… or I could have gone shopping, yeah I know. Now I’m stuck with something here, and I’m tempted to just go in a robe with curlers in my hair.”

Devon giggled at the image.

“Why can’t we be the same size Dee?”

Devon’s laugh was sarcastic now. “Believe me honey, there is nothing here you’d want to go to a fancy party in. You’re the one that has all the nice clothes remember? All you’ll find in my closet are work out clothes and a really old floral dress that I forgot to pack in with the clothes for Good Will.”

Marlena sighed. Her doorbell interrupted her next thought. “Oh, someone’s at the door. I’m bringing you down with me, hold on while I grab my housecoat.” She gracefully pulled her robe on and tied it while sweeping down the stairs and holding the phone in her hand. “You still there?”

“Sure am.”

Marlena looked through the peep hole. “It’s a parcel.” She opened the door and received the large rectangular box, signed her name on the electronic scanner the man held.

Devon was anxious on the other end. “Who’s it from?”

“I’m not sure.” She loved surprises, could hardly wait for them when they were expected, but made her heart race when they were so unanticipated. When the idea that John may have sent it struck her, she pressed her hand to her stomach to calm the rapid beating of wings.

She tore open the wrapping and opened the lid. She gasped. “It’s a dress. It’s a beautiful dress.”

“From who?!” Devon prodded.

Marlena searched the bottom of the box and found a small card and read it aloud. “I heard you found another date for tonight. I thought since it was such short notice, this could come in handy. No hard feelings, I’m just glad I’ll get to dance with the most beautiful woman in the room tonight. See you then. Tony.”

Her eyes fell from the card when she read his name. She was momentarily disappointed, but that also fell away when held the dress up again. “Looks like my worries are over.” She was positively giddy.

“Marlena Evans, you’re going to have the time of your life tonight. You better get ready, and call me first thing in the morning for the play by play!”

“I promise. Bye.”

Her eyes were glued to the stunning fabric before her. She threw the phone over the back of the couch and ran upstairs to get ready, ignoring the mess she had just made.

An hour later she stood in front of the same mirror with a satisfied smile on her face. She was going to show John Black exactly what it was like, to be breathless.

* * * * *

John paced his hotel room, straightened his tie, paced more, buttoned the top button, paced more, loosened his tie, paced, undid the top button, paced, tried to fasten his cuff links, failed, paced.

Ronald wasn’t back yet. He assumed the man would just meet him at the party anyway. Ron would probably want to shower, shave again, and re-dress in cleanly pressed clothes. John, on the other hand, had been dressed for two hours. He was so anxious to begin the night that he gave himself too much time to kill. He looked at his watch for the millionth time but this time its hands told him ten to eight. His eyes widened and his head snapped up to sweep over his reflection. He leaned into the mirror and said with disbelief, “I look like hell!”

He stood up straight and buttoned the top button. He decided to re-do his tie, it wasn’t quite right, the knot wasn’t tight enough, and it refused to hang straight. His hands began shaking on the second loop. He balled them into fists, then released and tried again. Still shaking. He cursed and steadied himself against the desk in front of him. “Pull yourself together, you’re John Black. You know women. You’ve been on tons of dates.” His voice became distant. “But none with Marlena. She’s so… so… damn it!” He raked his hands over his face. “Ok.” He said loudly to collect himself. He forcefully stilled his hands, and tied his tie again with no problems. When he tried his hands at fastening his cuff links, though, Marlena’s hazel eyes drifted into his mind, and his hands began to shake slightly. He tried to push her from his mind. Still they shook. He snatched the cuff links and let them fall into his pockets.

He would just have to wait until he saw Ronald, no one would notice before then if he kept his overcoat on. He threw the coat over his arm, snatched the room key, slipped his wallet into his pocket, and secured the knife at his calf. Just incase.

* * * * *

John left his hotel to start pacing in the lobby. Any spectator would say he looked collected, patient, completely in control. But inside he was a wreck. He was wondering if she would stand him up, curious as to what she would wear, how she would fix her hair. He wondered if she would be awkward to see him, hoped she was alright that he wore a simple black and white tux, and was curious to see if she would take his arm if he offered it. He wiped his sweaty palms on his pant legs. When he looked up, she came breezing through the revolving glass doors.

He took a step back. He felt as though he had been hit by a train, and brought his hand up to cover his heart, feeling the urgency of it’s beating. It was for her, she caused it, he couldn’t deny that.

She didn’t see him at first and she looked around calmly, holding a simple black purse delicately between her hands in front of her body. The dress she wore was black with a rich red colour edging. It hung off her shoulders and dipped to reveal full cleavage. The bodice was fit snugly around her small waist and curved gently over her hips. Deep red lines ran vertically down her torso and stopped in a “V” just below her bellybutton. The black continued down to the floor. There was a slit up the front of the dress at one side that exposed one long shapely leg that led straight into a black stiletto. It was a dress that meant business, and added sass, her face matched the look. Her hair was half up, her blond bangs sweeping across her face, and the back was curled slightly, the locks cascading over her bare neck and shoulders. She wore no necklace, only a ruby and black sapphire bracelet that matched perfectly.

Her face softened when she made eye contact with John. She almost looked nervous, he thought, but doubted it. She was stunning, so classy, and so beautiful. He couldn’t take his eyes off her, and moving his legs was out of the question, so he just stared. Thankfully, she took the initiative and within seconds found herself standing a foot away from the man she was going to spend the evening with.

John was now staring into the hazel eyes that had been haunting his thoughts all afternoon. “You look… wow.”

Marlena gave him a half smile and took a step back to take in his appearance. “And you…”

John straightened his tie in mock preparation for a compliment.

She looked his sleeves. “… are missing some cuff links.”

His ego deflated. His looked at his loose shirt in embarrassment. “Yeah… tricky little buggers.” He shrugged.

Marlena held her hand out. “Maybe I can help.”

John dug into his pocket and dropped the links into her waiting palm.

She took his arm and shivered when they touched. She fixed quickly and efficiently, afraid that her nerves would show in her hands. Marlena had worked so hard to build up a fortress of defense, but it seemed his touch made it turn to ashes. She would have to simply avoid his touch. She looked up at him when she finished. And maybe avoid his eyes too. This was going to be a long night.

“Thank you.” He said simply.

She nodded and they stood looking at one another until Marlena became uncomfortable with how comfortable she felt and broke the stare. “Shall we?”

“Let’s.”

* * * * *

John handed Marlena a glass of champagne and took one for himself when the waiter offered them. She smiled a thanks and glanced around the room. There was no sign of Tony yet, and she desperately wanted to thank him for the dress.

John took notice of her disinterest. He wanted her to have a good time, tried making conversation. They spoke briefly of Ireland, and how he liked living there. He mentioned Shannon, she mentioned Devon. He wanted to know this woman so badly, and so deeply that he could recite her life back to her. But she wasn’t giving an inch.

He poured the champagne down his throat; a little liquid courage couldn’t hurt. He took her champagne from her hand, smiling into her questioning face. He replaced the flute with his hand and led her out toward the dance floor.

She tried to protest. “No, John, I don’t want to dance.”

“If I only have another half hour to make sure you have a good enough time to stay longer, then I need to step up my game.”

“Your game?”

He swung her around and wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her close to him. “Your right,” He said, his mouth inches from her lips, “this is no game.”

She felt his knee in between her legs and goose bumps raised on her arms. He heightened her senses in a way she had never experienced before. His breath was on her neck as they swayed to the soft music. He brought her hand to his heart and covered it with his. There was a rapid pulse beneath her hand. Closing her eyes, she let the music wash over her, and let his arms comfort her. She felt so safe. Safe enough to let go. She snapped her eyes open and purposefully pulled back, making her body stiff.

John sighed. He couldn’t take this anymore. She felt so good in his arms, so perfect, but yet she wouldn’t let herself have a good time. Time for a different approach. “Are you always this defensive?”

The question caught her off guard. “Are you always this nosey?”

“No. Do you always answer a question with a question? Or are you just a master at deflection?”

“I don’t know what you expected tonight, but I’m not usually inclined to pour my heart out to a complete stranger.”

“I thought we’d at least gotten past that to, acquaintances perhaps.”

“I just don’t know you and…”

“But you want to, don’t you?”

“I beg your pardon?”

“You have to at least give me a chance.”

“I have to, do I?”

His shoulders sagged. “No, but I would appreciate it.”

“You’re talking like you want something more than just this one date.”

“Maybe I do.”

Marlena was silent. She wasn’t sure what to say, how she felt. Her thoughts were churning in her mind.

He continued. “There’s something here, between us, and if you don’t feel it, then I may just be hallucinating. But I can see in your eyes that you don’t want me to let go of you. You want me.”

She couldn’t deny it. She wanted to be near him, wanted to keep his arms around her forever. There was a comfort there she had never felt. A safety net… trust. She trusted this man; his eyes told her everything she wanted to know. When she first looked into his deep blue’s something clicked inside her. It was as if she was living her whole life for this one moment. She felt intertwined with him, and she was quickly becoming aware that she was tangled, and realized she may not want to be cut loose. His lips slowly inched toward her waiting mouth. She could feel the contact before they touched, a surge of energy among the limited space. There was heat between them, passing between their unexpected passion for each other. She pulled away abruptly just before he brushed her lips.

Anger. It was the only retaliation she could muster. “You arrogant, smug, son of a…”

“May I cut in?”

Tony. John held her gaze, and body, for another moment, telling her with his hard expression that this was far from over.

She was saved. But then why did she feel empty when John released her from his possessive grasp. Why did she not feel relief?

“You look stunning.” Tony said giving her the once over.

Marlena was grateful that Tony hadn’t noticed her tense state. She didn’t want to have to explain herself, nor did she know how to do so. “Thanks to you!” She smiled brightly. “I can’t tell you how much I appreciate you sending this over. It’s so beautiful.” Her eyes were apologetic. “I really didn’t plan on coming tonight, it was more a business transaction then a decision for pleasure.” Now, she wasn’t so sure.

Tony squeezed her hand. “No hard feelings Marlena. I understand. Don’t ever feel bad about getting out and having a good time. I want you to, even if it’s not with me.” He winked.

“Samantha would have loved this.” She sighed, picturing her sister laughing, and spinning on the dance floor. She always knew how to light up a room.

“I was just thinking of her.”

She looked over his shoulder, breaking eye contact. “Probably hard not to when you look at me.”

“On the contrary,” He assured her, “you were both very different people. I know you aren’t her, and I don’t wish you were. I don’t get upset when I see you. I want you to know that. She’s always in my thoughts, regardless of whether you are there as a reminder or not. Besides, Sam loved that you and I got along so well. She said it made her smile. And whatever made her happy, in turn, made me happy.”

“I’m so glad she had you.” Marlena rested her chin on his shoulder and caught a glimpse of John watching her from the side. Tony twirled her around, and she could still feel John burning holes in her back. Come to think of it, her entire body felt like it was on fire. She wanted to feel his touch, his arms wrapped around her again, and his inquiring eyes searching her own. He knew her, and damn him for being so cocky about it.

The song ended, and the two stood and clapped. Tony held out his hand. “Once more?”

She smiled. “I think I’m going to get a drink if you don’t mind.” She could tell he was going to offer to escort her, so she quickly added, “I’ll come and find you for another dance in a little while.”

He took the hint and bowed gracefully and kissed her hand. “I’ll hold you to that.”

She turned and walked where she had seen John standing earlier, but stopped short when she found him no where in her line of vision. She made her way to the balcony and took champagne from a passing tray. Her free hand rested on the stone railing, and the cool spring breeze moved through her hair. The stars were out, it was a perfect night. Where was John?

* * * * *

John had spotted Ronald entering the party just after Tony had taken Marlena from his arms. He stood and watched them with Ronald at his side until the song was nearly over. His jealously boiled beneath his skin. He wasn’t sure who this man was, but she obviously knew him. She laughed with him, became serious, and sought comfort in his embrace. He wanted to be the one she felt protected by. They were connected, and the pull was strong, overpowering. It was nothing he had known before.

Ronald and John stepped outside onto the street to speak briefly about what had happened at the church. John glanced around making sure no one was listening, and then dismissed one drunken man stumbling away down an alley.

“Is he for us or against us?” John asked as soon as he was sure there was no one else within hearing range.

“I can’t be sure just yet. He was gettin a wee bit jittery near the end, but I’m not sure if it was because he was lyin or if it was because he was scared of the truth. If it’s fine with yerself, I hoped we could stay a while longer, least til I can get a better idea.”

John thought of Marlena. “I think you’re right. We should stay. It’s important to know who our enemies are, and who will work for us.”

“It could be dangerous John, ye know this.”

“I know. But we’ll be prepared for it. Plus, if they send someone, we’ll at least know the answer to our question.”

“Aye. Enough talk of business now lad. What about that pretty lass you came here with?”

“Marlena Evans.” Her name slipped off his tongue so easily. “There’s something about her Ron. I feel so foolish, I don’t even know her, but I want to be next to her.”

“I was wonderin when this day would come.” His sly smile matched his knowing eyes.

“What do you mean by that?”

“Ye always been wonderin why ye never felt like this with any other lass hm? Yer father went through the same thing.”

“My father?” John rolled his eyes. “What are you getting at Ron? Spit it out.”

Ronald swept his arm in the sky. “Yer life is written in the stars John Black, and everyone who comes in and out of it is another star. There are no accidents.”

“Are you saying…?”

“She’s in The Prophecy, just as I am, just as you are. I knew this day would come.”

John shook his head. “That can’t be. How are you sure it’s her? You’ve never mentioned this to me before.”

“That’s my job John. I release information only when necessary. I’m tellin you now, if ye feel like ye’ve been lookin yer whole life for this woman, she’s the one.”

“I do. But how do I make her see that without scaring her away?

Ronald slapped him on the back. “No body’s sayin it’s going to be easy lad. Don’t ye be givin up just yet though.”

As long as John had known Ronald, he had never lied. This lit a fire within John, this knowledge. He wasn’t crazy, it was meant to be. He had been right, now all he had to do was convince Marlena of that.

With his new found confidence he hurried back into the party, eager to find Marlena and continue their push and pull.

Ronald watched him go, nearly running, like a young boy when he found the “x” on a treasure map. His face grew solemn. It nearly broke his heart to know what pain lie in wait for John and the newly found half of his soul. The Prophecy had been right, as Ronald trusted it would. It was no surprise. The happiness they would find, the bottomless love they would build quickly would soon after turn to tears, and wash away at their feet. Lost forever.

John found Marlena on the Terrace. Her chin was tipped up, and he eyes were closed. It was the first time he had seen her surrender to anything. He quickly became jealous of the wind that caressed her face and moved through her hair.

“Marlena?” He stepped out to join her.

Startled, she popped her eyes open and whirled around. Her hand flew to her heart.

“Jumpy?”

“I guess so.”

The silence that followed was thick between them. Marlena wanted to go back in and dance, so she could feel his arms around her again. She wasn’t sure how to go about asking though. Giving too much away made her feel vulnerable. If he knew that she wanted him to hold her, he would turn into a smug male thinking he had her hooked from the first moment. Or would he? His eyes seemed to be saying something different than her mind was telling her. There was gentleness in those deep blue pools, a promise of sincerity. Should she ask him to dance? Her heart began beating wildly in her chest, and she struggled to maintain steady breaths.

He could see some sort of inner resistance through her body language, and the wide eyes she had focused on him. She was afraid of something. If he had to guess, she was afraid of his intentions. Here he was, a complete stranger, coming on to her so strongly. He decided to lay it all out on the table. Well some of it anyway. “My intentions are pure.” He stated, gauging her reaction before continuing.

She cocked her head and looked at him questioningly. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, you were right before, I do want to see you again after tonight, but I want you to know that my intentions are good.”

“And how do you expect to convince me of that?” She asked half in jest, but was curious for his answer.

“I promise,” He raised his right hand in the air, “that I will not make a move on you. That job is now placed in your hands. You can control the entire situation. If you want to hold my hand, it’s yours, if you want to kiss me, my lips will be waiting, if you want to talk to me, I’ll lend you my ear for however long you want it.”

“Why would you do that? You don’t even know me. This is crazy.” She turned to walk away but she felt his strong hand on her arm, gently turning her back to him. She shivered at his touch.

“It may be crazy,” He said, keeping his fingers around her arm, “but how do you explain this then?”

He meant her reaction, the change in her mood when he touched her; he felt the goose bumps beneath his skin where he held her.

She shrugged his hand off. “It’s just a physical attraction that’s all.”

“Do you believe that?”

She raised her voice. “I don’t know! I’m so confused! Why do I feel like I’ve known you forever?” She was getting angry. “Why are you so persistent? Why do you seem to know something I don’t?! What are you keeping from me John Black? What’s the trick here?”

How did she know him so well? She could tell he was hiding something, and there had never been telltale signs of deceit when it came to John, that was how he was taught. If you’re going to lie, do it without flaw. But somehow she knew. This was not the time to tell her anything. It was too early. She was not only fighting him, but herself.

“There’s no trick Marlena. I just feel a connection with you, but maybe it’s one-sided…”

Her answer was a whisper. “It’s not.”

He took his finger and tipped her chin up, “Then I’ll wait until you are more comfortable. I’m not going anywhere.”

Normally she would feel claustrophobic if a man was so intense the way John was, but she wasn’t. She felt an overwhelming sense of comfort, of home. He felt like home.

John smiled. “I meant what I said, I won’t make a move.”

Marlena should have been relieved, no pressure. Would she have the courage to make the first move? That seemed like more of a risk than letting him make a move. She would have to make absolute sure that it was what she wanted to do before…

Without another thought in her head, she pushed John back against the wall between the two French doors that both led out onto the large balcony. She framed his face with her hands and captured his mouth with an intense kiss. Electricity passed between them, John’s arms wrapped around Marlena’s waist and he raised her feet off the ground, making her mouth more accessible.

She parted his lips with her tongue and met his with need. She had never taken such a forceful approach to a first kiss, they were usually more timid and unsure. But when she touched John’s lips with her own, she felt an overpowering urgency. John sucked her bottom lip into his mouth, then her top before placing a full kiss upon them both. A quiet squeak escaped from Marlena’s throat.

John had been completely caught of guard. He had thought it would take her so much longer to allow herself to kiss him. She felt so good in his arms, and her mouth, oh her mouth. He had never felt this way from a kiss before, so complete, but yet wanting more.

She pulled back, her eyes still closed, both of them breathing hard, wanting more but afraid of asking. John slowly lowered her back to the ground, but kept his hands on her hips.

“I’m sorry…”

John put his finger to her lips. “Please, don’t be sorry.”

“I shouldn’t have done that, I…”

He held her firmly in front of him, refusing to let go. “If you felt it, you should have done it. That didn’t feel wrong to me.”

She knew, it felt right, more right than anything in her life ever had. But still she fought it.

“Listen,” John said, leaning his forehead against hers, “I won’t expect anything. Just because you kissed me now doesn’t mean I’ll assume there will be more. That is completely up to you.”

He said all the right things to calm her. Why did she have to fight him? Why did she have to fight herself? She didn’t want to anymore. Her courage would soon flee, but before it did, she wanted to feel his wanting lips against hers again. Needed to. She searched for them and barely brushed against them when a third voice interrupted.

“Marlena, there you are!”

She took two steps away from John as he cursed under his breath. “Tony, I—I just stepped out to get some air.”

Tony smiled knowingly at her, then at John, back at her. “Oh. I see.”

Marlena looked at John with guilt. He hated that.

“I wanted to see if you would grant me one last dance before I take my leave.”

Marlena nodded. “Of course.” Marlena shook her head. “Where are my manners, Tony Dimera this is…”

“Dimera?” John repeated.

“That’s right.” Tony said holding out his hand. “And you are?”

“John.” He shook hands. “You have a brother, right? Stefano if I’m correct?”

Tony laughed, “Do you know him?”

“Through reputation only. Dimera’s have great influences, in many aspects, so I’ve heard.”

“You heard right.” Tony said plainly. He said it as if stating a fact instead of bragging. “It’s a pleasure to meet you John, and I hope you don’t mind me stealing your date away for a dance.”

John put a protective hand at the small of Marlena’s back. “Not at all. I have some business to take care of myself.” He lowered his voice when he spoke to Marlena. “I’ll meet you outside in fifteen minutes.”

She nodded and was led back into the party by Tony Dimera. How did she know him? He needed to find Ron. This could be either helpful, or a disaster. Ronald would have the answer.

Ron had vanished, as he often did. He did not carry a cell, or leave notes, nothing of the sort. He was within arms reach whenever necessary, but hidden otherwise.

John stepped out into the cool night and shivered when the breeze picked up. He leaned against the side of the large building, waiting for Marlena to meet him. His eyes closed when he thought of the way she felt pressing up against him out on the terrace, soft lips, smooth skin, sweet scent. This woman seduced his senses into submission to where he couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. All he wanted was to freeze the moment and live it over and over again.

Marlena’s laughed drifted through the evening air as she emerged and kissed a woman on the cheek before waving a goodbye after her. John watched her expression change from carefree farewell’s to anxiety, or impatience, as she searched around her. It made his stomach somersault.

“Looking for me?” He stepped out of the shadows and stood close to her.

“I was.”

John hesitated, but resolutely asked, “Night cap?”

“I—I don’t know if that’s such a good idea.”

“Alright, then can I call you a taxi?”

“It’s such a nice night, I was thinking of walking.” Her shoes were killing her, and she had already denied his previous offer, but she still wanted to be near him.

“You live around here?”

“Ten, fifteen minutes.”

He held out his arm and coated his words with an eloquent accent. “Then please let me escort you home Madam.”

A smile splayed across her face, and she slipped her arm through his. Her fingers wrapped around the muscle beneath them and she sucked in a deep breath. He could affect her physically the way no man ever could, even through the thick fabric he wore. And when his other hand fell down to cover hers, her knees began to shake. This was not good.

They walked slowly, in silence mostly, but there was a peace that settled around them. Somewhere along the line John had draped his coat over Marlena’s shoulders, and she could smell him on it. Their footsteps echoed off the houses in the deserted streets. Streetlamps lit their way, as they walked arm in arm down the middle of the road.

They had been walking for over twenty minutes and Marlena didn’t show any signs of veering off toward any particular house. “How much farther is it?”

“Trying to get rid of me already?” She shot back playfully.

“Never.” His eyes met hers and held for a brief moment before she looked away and pointed. “It’s around the corner at the end of the street, there.”

John strained to see the road bend. Not far.

They reached the curve quickly and Marlena pulled him to the sidewalk as a car puttered passed.

John was running out of time, and he was all too aware of it. The proud feeling that came along with Marlena beside him would soon be gone, even though there had been no one around to witness it in the first place.

“Did you have a good time tonight?” He asked trying to distract himself.

“Surprisingly, yes, I did.”

“Surprisingly?” He choked, sounding offended.

She laughed. He loved her laugh. “I just didn’t expect to enjoy myself as much as I did, that’s all. Besides, you are a complete stranger.”

“Hey now,” He argued, “I’m not a stranger anymore, I thought we had decided on acquaintances, but if you’re willing, we could take another step up to, say, friends?” He did a mock gasp and covered his mouth.

She shook her head at him and rolled her eyes. “I’m willing to consider it.”

Marlena suddenly jumped and lost her footing when a dog ran to the fence beside them, barking viciously. John caught her arm leaving her hovering inches from the ground, eyes wide.

He pulled her upright. “Are you alright?”

“Fine.” She said, embarrassed, but stumbled again when she tried to put pressure on her left foot. His hands were immediately at her sides, supporting her.

“What hurts?”

“My ankle.” She whispered, and put her hand on John’s back to steady herself as he leaned down to check. Carefully removing her shoe, he moved her foot slowly up and down, side to side, asking what hurt.

“I am a doctor you know.”

“And your point is?”

She ignored him. “It’s just a sprain, that’s all.”

“Pretty smart idea to wear these shoes when you plan on walking for a good half an hour hm?”

She frowned. “I wasn’t planning on it! It was spontaneous.”

“Like that kiss you gave me out on the terrace?” He looked up at her smugly.

Redness covered her cheeks. “No—that was—I just—you are incorrigible!”

“And you, beautiful lady, are avoiding the question.”

“I am not! You make me so… so…” She let out a frustrated grunt. “Give me my shoe! I want to go home.”

“No, I’m not going to let you walk on this ankle.”

She glared at him. “Give me my shoe, right now.”

“And what if I don’t?” He challenged.

They stood staring at each other, neither one willing to back down. Finally Marlena shrugged off his jacket and began limping awkwardly. One click, limp, one click, limp.

“Oh no you don’t.” John scooped up his jacket, and then Marlena, into his arms.

The look of shock from her made him stifle a laugh, but there was nothing funny to her. “Put me down!”

“And let you take another twenty minutes to get to your door?”

“I don’t like being manhandled!”

“Believe it or not lady, this is the most gentlemanly thing I can do in the current situation.”

“Says who?”

“Says me! I’m not going to leave you out on the street in the middle of the night with a sprained ankle, hobbling your way up to your door.”

“I can do whatever…”

He raised his voice and cut her off. “Listen. Can you please just let me help you?”

Her silence was her resignation. It was only when she stopped fighting him that she realized how good it felt to be in his arms again. He didn’t strain carrying her, in fact, he didn’t miss a step, and his breathing remained steady as if he wasn’t holding anything at all. The throbbing in her ankle was nearly gone when they reached the doorstep.

“Take out your keys.”

She fumbled in her purse, and opened the door, all while he still held her safely against him. She flicked on the light and he set her down on her couch. He took her foot in his lap and inspected it.

“It’s a sprain.” She said quietly. “I know my body.”

He sighed. “You know, it really is true.”

“What?”

“Doctors do make the worst patients.”

She bit her lip. It was an innocent gesture, but it was so sexy to John that he had to look away. “It needs some ice. Where’s the kitchen?”

She pointed, unable to speak. Only after he disappeared from sight did she yell after him. “There’s an ice pack in the left of the freezer, it’s blue.”

He walked out with it in his hand shortly after. “This thing is neat.”

“Yeah, you can heat it up too, for a hot pack.”

Simple conversation, it was safe.

John knelt down beside the couch and put the ice pack on her ankle. She sucked in a breath. “Cold.”

“Sorry.”

“It’s alright I…” She trailed off, getting lost in his eyes.

His hand moved up to tuck a stray hair behind her ear. She was still. He leaned in carefully, testing to see if she would push him away with a turn of her head, or a whisper. But she didn’t.

The beginning of the kiss was timid, careful, nothing like the bold kiss on the terrace. She responded nervously at first, but quickly lost control as her body betrayed her. Her hand wrapped around John’s neck and pulled him closer to her. Her skin tingled under his touch. She guided his body on top of hers as he broke the kiss and moved his lips down to her neck. He sucked her skin gently into his mouth, and caught it briefly between his teeth before moving to the other side. Her head flew back to accommodate his kisses. Her fingers moved through his hair and found fistfuls of it whenever he gave another love bite.

His lips traveled back up to meet hers and came crashing down on them. Their tongues met and teased each other into submission. John’s hand had found his way beneath her skirt, stopping to rest on her thigh. Marlena groaned into his mouth when his pace slowed. Her eyes fluttered open when she realized that it had not just slowed, but stopped all together.

John sat up abruptly. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“I got carried away.”

She smiled hesitantly. “You weren’t the only one.”

They were both breathing hard.

“I should go.”

Marlena sat up and flinched when she moved her ankle awkwardly. John found the ice pack that had fallen and placed it back on her foot. “Better?”

She nodded.

His finger tipped her chin up and he felt the need to explain himself. “I respect you. I don’t want you to regret anything in the morning.”

That put her somewhat at ease. “I’m not usually like this… I—I don’t know what came…”

He didn’t want her to apologize for what just happened. He refused to let her finish. “Can I see you tomorrow?”

“Yes.”

“I’ll call you then.”

She smiled sweetly at him. He kissed her forehead before grabbing his coat and walking out.

He leaned against the door and cursed under his breath. Another cold shower was in order.

* * * * *

Marlena was lying awake in bed, replaying the events of the evening. It was the couch incident that she couldn’t seem to get out of her head though. A smile crossed her lips whenever she thought of John Black touching her, kissing her, teasing her… She flew upright suddenly. He didn’t take her number.
Marlena tossed and turned all night with dreams of John Black. She woke up more than once startled, and throbbing for his touch. She tried to push him from her thoughts, but whenever she closed her eyes again, he was there, tracing his tongue down her neck, his hand inching up the inside of her thigh. The blue in his eyes was vivid and undeniably full of passion for her, just for her.

She shot up in bed, gasping for air. She could still feel his touch on her skin, but slowly it faded, thankfully. She threw the covers aside and caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror as she passed. She looked like a train wreck, her hair tangled, dark circles under her eyes. She glanced over at the clock; coffee would be brewing in ten minutes, enough time for a hot shower.

The steam whirled around her as the water washed over her body, relaxing her tightened muscles. John Black had managed to affect her thoughts, emotions, and now found his way into her bed, even if it was only through dreams. How did he do that? Why did she feel so drawn to him?

She closed her eyes and put her head under the running water, letting it wash her fears away, temporarily of course. Without permission, her imagination began to wander. John’s hands traveled down her arms from behind her. She pressed her body against his naked flesh. He turned her around in his arms and kissed her hard, pushing her against the shower wall. His hand found her leg and raised it to wrap around him. His lips were still connected with hers and…

Marlena opened her eyes. “Why am I doing this?” Hearing her own voice brought her back to reality. John Black was invading her life, and she hadn’t even known him for a full twenty-four hours yet. This whole thing was absurd. Plus, he hadn’t even taken her number, he probably wouldn’t call, and then everything would go back to normal.

Why hadn’t he taken her number?

She finished washing her hair and stepped out, wrapping her housecoat around her body. Feeling refreshed, with an underlying disappointment, she made her way downstairs and stopped dead before she even made it to the bottom. Her jaw had dropped at the sight before her.

Lilacs. Everywhere. They covered her house, on the fireplace mantle, in vases on every surface, they continued into the kitchen. The smell was divine. White, and purple Lilacs were every place she looked. There was a card sticking out from one of the vases. It read:

Marlena Evans,

After leaving your house last night, I noticed that I stupidly forgot to take your number. My sincerest apologies for that grave mistake. I was going to leave these flowers on your front porch, but I found the door unlocked and couldn’t resist. Please meet me at one o’clock in the Salem Inn lobby.

With Good Intentions,
John Black

She was positively giddy. She breathed in the sweet scent of her favourite flower and held the card close to her. This man made life very exciting. There was something very mysterious about him, and she intended to find out what it was that made her want him so.

* * * * *

John and Ronald had breakfast together, but it didn’t have anything to do with enjoying the other’s company. They spoke of Tony Dimera, Stefano, the priest, and tried to piece together how it would all play out. Ronald told John that they couldn’t leave until they found out where Father Barron stood. He was a key player in this whole thing, as well as Tony and Stefano played their parts, if he was correct. John had limited knowledge of this, but knowing that they could be his enemy made him nervous for Marlena. Ronald already knew the answer to that, but decided it wiser to make John uncertain. He couldn’t risk John confronting either of the Dimera’s. Not yet anyway.

John felt like a sitting duck waiting for someone to make a move, but he knew he had no choice. He was never concerned about this kind of thing before, always felt prepared and calm. He didn’t understand what had changed.

After Ronald had left to take care of some business, John tried to call Shannon. She wasn’t at her house, so he punched in his own number. She picked up on the fourth ring.

“Shannon!”

“John! So finally I hear from ye? Ye didn’t even have the sense to call me when ye landed eh?”

“Sorry, I’ve been busy.”

“Too busy for yer favourite lass?”

“Never.”

There was a brief silence before Shannon laughed. “Who is she John?”

He played innocent. “Who?”

“Ye’ve met someone, I can hear it in yer voice.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“How long’ve I known ye John Black?”

“Too long.” He shot before letting out a snicker.

Ignoring him, she prodded again. “So, what does she look like?”

He sighed his surrender and spent the next twenty minutes answering Shannon’s questions about Marlena. Step by step he replayed the events of the night before, and she listened intently, always waiting with more questions.

“Ye sound taken with her.” She said finally when John went quiet in his thoughts.

“More like lost. I’ve never felt this way before Shannon, I’m not sure how to…” He trailed off.

“Just be the John Black I know and love, and ye’ll be just fine.”

“Thanks Shannon. Sorry, I didn’t mean to dump this all on you.”

“And ye wouldn’t’ve had I not pushed ye to. Yer me best friend John Black, don’t ever be keeping things from me, and ye know ye can’t, I always find out.”

He rolled his eyes. “Yes, you do have your ways.”

“Don’t you be forgettin it.”

“Are you alright with all of this Shannon?” His voice had turned serious.

“Yer me friend John, that’s all, we both know it. The nights we spend together… well they be for a need for someone, anyone, not for each other.”

They both knew it was true, but they did share something special. Their friendship would never falter though, it was too concrete.

“I love you Shannon.”

“I love you too John.” There was no sadness in her voice, nothing to indicate that she was jealous or harbored any resentment. He knew she felt none of those things, that was the person she was. She understood that one day she would have to give up part of John for another woman. It wasn’t the physical part she would miss, although John was an amazing lover, it was his time. But she also understood that she held a part of him that no one else could take from her. She wasn’t sad, or jealous, or resentful, she was excited for him, just the way he would have been excited for her had the situation been reversed. Their relationship was as strong as ever.

The serious atmosphere was overturned when Shannon changed the mood. “And ye know this lass isn’t good enough for ye right? She’s gonna have to meet me before any decisions are made, is that clear?”

“Yes ma’am.”

They joked back and forth for a few more minutes before hanging up with promises to call in a couple of days. John felt a huge weight lifted off his shoulders when he hung up. Talking to Shannon always cleared his mind, made everything easier. It was her energy, her carefree approach to problems. He didn’t know what to do without her; luckily he’d never have to find out.

* * * * *

One o’clock snuck up on Marlena, but she still made it to the Salem Inn on time. It was a beautiful day out, warm enough to wear her white spring dress with no coat. The light jacket was draped over her arm regardless. It was her turn to pace, but when she noticed what she was doing, she took a seat on one of the chairs in the lobby. She tapped her fingers on the white purse she had on her lap.

“Marlena?”

She whirled around and looked up at John who was smiling down on her. She couldn’t help the grin that appeared on her face as well. She stood up quickly and they stared at each other in silence, neither one knowing what to do next. He was wearing jeans and a black t-shirt. Marlena decided it wasn’t fair how good he looked in casual clothes.

John touched her arm and leaned in to give her a kiss on the cheek. He lingered next to her for a moment, and it took all her strength to not grab onto him. Her hand raised and hovered inches from his face and barely brushed his cheek when he moved away. She hadn’t noticed her eyes were closed until she opened them to meet with John’s.

She blushed and looked away. “So,” She began, breaking the spell he had put her under, “what did you have in mind for this afternoon?”

Mischievous excitement flashed across his deep blues. He took her hand and whispered in her ear, “Come with me.” He led her across the Lobby to the elevator.
Marlena felt a pang of anticipation when John continued to hold her hand in his. He pushed the button for the top floor and they watched the lights above the elevator door light up as they climbed.

They reached the top floor and he led her down a hallway and through another door. They walked up a flight of stairs until finally they reached the last door. “Close your eyes.”

Marlena looked at him suspiciously. He only cocked his head at her, encouraging her to trust him. Slowly, her eyelids fell shut. He took her arm in his hand and carefully led her through the door he opened with his free hand and held open with his foot.

“Not yet, no peeking.”

“I’m not.” She wanted to lean back and melt into his body, feel his strong arms around her. She didn’t. The sun was on her face now, and it warmed her skin, but it was nothing compared to what she experienced through John’s soft touch.

“Alright. Open.”

The sight that was laid out before her took her breath away. Lilacs, again, were everywhere on the rooftop. The breeze had blown many tiny petals free, and they were swirling around on the ground. There was a small table set up; a white tablecloth was draped over it, two plates, two glasses, and a bottle of wine.

“John—I…”

He took her arm and led her to one of the chairs before taking the one across from her. “I hope you’re hungry.”

She remained speechless. The door opened again and two men dressed in black and white stepped outside. They were silent as they went about their duties. One carried a large tray and set it up on a folding surface. Every dish was covered in silver lids, but Marlena closed her eyes at the aroma that drifted from beneath them.

The other server poured wine into their glasses and placed salads in front of them. Before too long, they both bowed and disappeared into the building again.

John picked up his fork and motioned toward her, “Bon Appetite.”

Marlena was stunned. She had been taken to lunch before, but never like this. Don wasn’t the romantic type. His idea of a sweet gesture was picking a flower from the garden just before going into the house. She didn’t mind, actually she didn’t consider herself someone who wanted to be romanced. The thought usually made her uncomfortable, but now that someone had taken the time to woo her, she felt special, and not uncomfortable in the least. She was flattered and thoroughly swept off her feet.

As time wore on, John began inquiring about her life. He wanted to know everything. His questions became more and more personal, and Marlena was surprised at how much she allowed herself to disclose without censoring.

One waiter, seemingly on cue, came to pour more wine and collect their empty salad dishes. He uncovered the main course and placed the plates in front of them before taking his leave.

“So,” John began, “where were we? What was it you were telling me about Don?”

“Mm,” Marlena hummed, swallowing before speaking. “I was young when I married Don, and still naïve about the world. I had a good upbringing, although my parents weren’t around much. It was mostly just Samantha and I. We took care of each other. My folks were always going to some kind of business party here or there, we were left with nannies most of the time. I didn’t mind though. Sam had such a vivid imagination, not like me, I was always more realistic than she was.” Marlena smiled thinking of her sister. “The things that girl could dream up was amazing. And she always included me in her world, convincing me of things I wouldn’t believe from anyone else. She made me believe in things I couldn’t see or touch.”

“She sounds intoxicating.”

Marlena laughed lightly. “She was.”

He noted the past tense. “Was?”

“She was killed in an accident a few years back.” Lost in her thoughts again, she let a moment pass in silence. “Anyway,” Shaking her head free of the memories, she continued, “Don and I got married quickly, I was infatuated with him. He was strong, career driven, popular, everyone knew him. The beginning of our relationship was exciting. We were the talk of the town; I was the envy of every woman. He was attracted to me because I was successful and I was thankful that he wasn’t threatened by that. Some men are you know.”

John nodded.

She went on, “But eventually we lost our spark. I realized that I was becoming a trophy wife, just someone who acted perfectly in front of his colleagues. We never fought though, it wasn’t like that, it was more of a slow deterioration of communication. It was bizarre. Neither one of us was unhappy at that point either, but we knew something was missing. We thought if we had children…” She trailed off.

He noticed her hesitation. “So did you?”

Marlena nodded slowly.

John could tell something was off, but he couldn’t help pushing a little. “You have a child?”

“Not anymore.” She whispered sadly.

His heart was breaking for her, and he knew he should stay quiet and not make her re-live the anguish, but, again, he couldn’t help asking. “What happened?”

The voice that escaped her turned into a tone John had never heard before. It was despair, deep pain, masked with the softness in which she delivered her words. “We had a son. He was perfect, a little angel. DJ.” Her voice caught when she uttered his name. Marlena was startled. She hadn’t discussed DJ with anyone aside from the shrink she had seen after his death, Samantha before she had passed away, and Devon vaguely once or twice. Yet she kept going. “He wasn’t with us for long. It was SIDS.” She swiped at a stray tear that rolled lazily down her cheek. “Don blamed me.” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “I blamed me.”

John was quiet. He knew trying to console her wouldn’t do any good. He was practically a stranger to her, although he felt that he knew her better than anyone else.

Marlena picked up her wine glass and began speaking nonchalantly. “After that it all fell apart. Don had an affair, I couldn’t forgive him. I wasn’t even that angry about it, it gave me an out. I didn’t deal with DJ’s death very well, and Don couldn’t get over the fact that I could have prevented it.” She shrugged. “We’re still friends though, surprisingly. After all we’ve been through he’s still protective of me. At least I know
I wasn’t a complete disappointment.” She surprised herself when she said that. She sounded like she was without any self esteem or self respect. Although she was still raw on the inside, regardless of how much time had passed since DJ and Samantha’s deaths, she had always been a woman who held her head up. She rolled her eyes at herself and began to laugh. “That didn’t sound very good at all.” She took an uncomfortable gulp of wine.

“You could never be a disappointment.” John had been studying her the entire time. She was hurting, she was still grieving. That was understandable. DJ’s death and Samantha’s were within a handful of years of each other. Marlena had lost the two most important people in her life; there would never be enough time to fully come to terms with that loss. He knew. He still grieved for his father, he was the only family he had had left, not to compare the death of a child to the death of a parent of course, which made him wonder again. “And what about your parents? Where are they now?”

“They passed away as well. When Sam and I were about eighteen my father had a heart attack. He didn’t make it to the hospital. My mother and he had been together for over forty years. She died shortly after he did. Broken heart. We were already out in college, taking care of ourselves. I miss them, but I never really yearned for them the way I do for Sam and DJ.”

Wow. She had lost nearly everyone and was still a strong, secure, breathtaking woman. “You’re incredible.”

She chuckled and teased him. “You think so do you?”

He nodded. “You’re a lot stronger than you realize Marlena Evans.”

She tried to brush the comment off, but whenever he spoke, she couldn’t help hang on his every word. She wanted to believe everything he said, and came to understand that she trusted him. That made her feel uneasy and she shifted the conversation to him. “So, now you know nearly everything about me, what about you?”

He raised an eyebrow at her. “Where’s the excitement in knowing my mystery?”

Playing along she replied wittingly, “Oh, so you’re a mysterious man John Black?”

He leaned back in his chair and took a sip of wine. “Some might say that.”

“Well,” She replied, mirroring his posture, “why don’t you give me just a little taste then?” She licked her lips.

She was good, he thought. Clearing his throat, he tried to gain back his cool composure. “Alright.” He looked up as if trying to think of what to say. “How about you ask me one question, and I’ll answer.”

“How about,” She said changing the rules, “you tell me something real. I want the facts, like the ones I shared with you.”

Fair enough. He began explaining his life like a list. “I live in Ireland, as you know. Ronald, my assistant lives there with me. I am in the business of trade. My father passed away when I was twelve, my mother had left us when I was four, so Ronnie raised me. I don’t have any other family other than Shannon and the friends around me, and the workers that run my houses.”

“Houses?”

He simply nodded. He wasn’t one to brag. “I’m here on business, and will be staying indefinitely.”

“You don’t know an approximate time?” There was no subtlety about her question, she was anxious to find out how long he would be around. She didn’t want him to go just yet. There was a nervous flutter in her stomach when she thought of him leaving her. Leaving. Not leaving her. What was she thinking?

“No.” Trying to think of a way to explain why he had to wait, he furrowed his brow. “Ron is trying to set up a— a meeting for me. I have to wait until that happens.”

“Couldn’t you have waited in Ireland until you had a set meeting?”

John shook his head. “We never would have gotten one unless we showed that we are serious.” He wasn’t lying per se, just holding back some details.

She was suspicious but let it go for now.

The way she could read him unsettled him. He was going to ask how she could see through him so well, but she answered his question before he had a chance to ask it. “I’m a psychiatrist.”

“Right. Sorry Doc.”

She smiled and changed the subject. “So who’s this Shannon you mentioned?”

A smile crawled across his face. “Shannon is my best friend, back in Ireland. I’ve known her since I was a little boy. We grew up together. She was really the only woman figure in my life.”

Trying to act indifferent she took her glass in her hand but still asked, “Are you two involved?”

“Would it make a difference if we were?” He was testing her.

“No,” She shrugged, “I was just curious.”

He scraped his teeth over his bottom lip trying to hide his amusement. “No, we aren’t romantically involved.”

“Sexually?” The question had flown out of her mouth before she could catch it. “Sorry,” She put up a hand, “that’s none of my business. I apologize.”

“I’m not one to keep truths like this a secret Marlena. You can ask me anything you want. If I don’t want to answer, I’ll let you know. Now, let’s see how I can explain this.” He rubbed a hand over his chin. “Shannon and I are very close. She is my best friend, my confidante, my conscience really. I love her deeply, but we could never be more than friends. We have had sex though, yes. It’s out of comfort more than anything, and it doesn’t mean more than that. Do you understand?”

It was similar to how she felt when she was with Roman, so she did understand. But it still made her a bit jealous to know that he was so close with another woman. “Yes.”

“Good.” He had no doubt in his mind that the two women would some day meet. Then Marlena would fully understand.

John leaned down and pressed play on a small stereo that was sitting at his feet. Marlena hadn’t noticed it.

He stood and held his hand out for her. “Enough talk.”

She took it and he spun her around before she settled comfortably in his arms. They swayed gently together, their cheeks touching. He brought her hand to his heart and the other held her tightly around her waist.

Her hand wrapped around the back of his neck as she got lost in the intoxicating man that was John Black.
John and Ronald had remained in Salem for nearly three months, it was summer now. The weather was touch and go this year, sunny one minute, raining the next, a warm rain usually though. The weathermen had generally given up on accuracy, so what were the rest of the residents of the town supposed to do? There was no planned day at the beach or porch sitting, watching the rain mix with the humidity with lemonade in hand. The entire town seemed to have become spontaneous, and carefree. Spirits were high regardless of what Mother Nature threw at them, and perhaps that was the cause.

Marlena and John had spent nearly every day of those three months together. Marlena had lost count of their kisses and caresses, they became infinite and expected. They hadn’t consummated anything yet though. She often wondered how much longer she could wait. There was no doubt in her mind that she and John would make love, it was just a matter of when. Every time his arms were around her, his lips connecting with her skin, she didn’t think she could wait any longer. It was more John’s decision than hers. That confused her. Never before had she met a man that said no when she was agreeing. It was his respect. His damn respect. The thought that he was making her into the seductress was never far from her mind. He was tempting her to come to him, and some defiant part of her refused to give in first. Perhaps that was the game they played. That game had turned more into a dance, a rhythmic, flowing, beautiful waltz they had mastered. They were inseparable, and both were content with that.

Marlena had often wondered why it had taken so long for him to gain that business meeting he mentioned just that one time, but she didn’t push, understood that she couldn’t know everything all at once, especially when he was defensive about it. She allowed him the pleasure of keeping business to himself. She would trade that conversation for one of his kisses any day. And if she didn’t ask, and didn’t know, then she wouldn’t have to think about his leaving.

Marlena stepped out of the shower and looked out the window. The sun was shining brightly, and she could feel the warmth through the glass. The phone rang as she wrapped a towel around her body. “Hello?”

“Marlena, I’m glad I caught you.”

“Caught me?”

“You mean you don’t have plans yet?” He answered quickly.

“Well, I was planning on going over to Devon and Peter’s with John this morning.”

“So I’m right! You do have plans.” He countered. She could hear the smile in Tony’s voice. “What about after that?

A beep cut through their conversation. “Tony, could you hold on a second, that’s the other line.”

“Of course.”

She switched over and lit up when John’s voice flowed through the receiver. “Good morning beautiful.”

“Morning.”

“We’re on, the weather’s gorgeous.”

She frowned. “But my car’s in the shop today.”

There was a brief silence. “We can’t trust the weather to hold out until tomorrow. I’m going to rent a car, know any good places?”

“No… but, actually wait, hold that thought.”

She switched back over. “Tony?”

“Still here.”

“To answer your question, yes I do have plans for this afternoon, was there something important you needed?”

“No, not at all, but I do have something here at the house that you might want to have. You can come by any time and get it though.”

Her curiosity was piqued. “What is it?”

“You’ll see. But don’t worry, you can pick it up whenever you have time. Let me know and I’ll make us some lunch, we can make a nice afternoon of it.”

“Sounds great. Listen, do you know of any good places to rent a car? I’m useless when it comes to that.”

“Why do you need to rent a car?”

“John and I have been trying to get out of town for a picnic somewhere in the woods for weeks, but the weather has been so erratic lately, we can’t seem to get it done. Today seems perfect.”

“What’s wrong with your car?”

“I don’t know, something, it’s in the shop.”

“Oh Marlena, you should have let me take it in, you know they’re going to say countless things were wrong with it, and charge you an arm and a leg, and you won’t know you’re getting ripped off.” He chastised.

She rolled her eyes. “I’m not completely useless Tony,” She said in jest, “I had John come with me. He knew what was wrong with it and spoke to the mechanic for a good twenty minutes before we left.”

He seemed satisfied with that answer and finally suggested the car rental place that he swore was the best. After saying goodbye to Tony she returned to John and gave him the referral. They planned to meet at Devon’s, Marlena was in the mood to walk, and she said it wasn’t far, he had heard that one before.

* * * * * *

This may have been the perfect opportunity he had been waiting for. Without hesitation he dialed his brother’s number. The gruff voice on the end answered with, “What is it?”

“What we’ve been waiting for. John Black may just be exactly where we want him.”

“Good.”

“But there’s a problem.”

“What?” He became impatient, but his brother was used to this and didn’t fear him the way most other men did.

“Marlena.”

The voice softened. “What about her?”

“She may be with him.”

“Damn. Then we don’t make a move.”

“It will be simple enough. If she is there, we back off, if not, we follow through with the plan.”

“Fine, but she cannot get hurt! I will not allow that.”

“I agree. I’ll send our best.” He paused. “You know this is going to break her heart.”

“She can live without John.” Stefano said heartlessly.

“I haven’t seen her this happy in years.”

“She’ll be better off without John Black!” He bellowed. “Besides, it’s not an option to keep him alive, you know what the priest said.

Tony backed off then. His brother was right, even if he was mixing his feelings for Marlena in with the termination of Mr. Black.

“Give the order.” He barked, and Tony got to work.

* * * * * *

Marlena waited at Devon’s house for over an hour. She had two cups of coffee, collected the earrings Devon had recently borrowed and played peek-a-boo with Eve, melting at her endless giggles.

Peter had been looking forward to talking trade with John, the two of them got along so well, and the two couples had quickly become a foursome. They had barbeques, nights with drinking and games, and occasionally went out dancing when Devon could find a babysitter for Eve.

After looking at her watch for the umpteenth time, Marlena finally stood up. “I’m just going to go down there, he’s never this late.”

“Then shouldn’t you just wait until he shows up?” Devon reasoned as Eve grabbed at her hair.

“No, I’d rather go down there; he probably assumes I’m already on my way. He knows I don’t like to wait.”

Peter emerged from the kitchen drinking from a mug that had “The best daddy in the world” printed on it with a tiny blue handprint beneath it. “I’ll drive you.”

“Oh, no I can just take a cab.”

“Nonsense,” Devon added, “Peter has a meeting anyway.”

He nodded his agreement and Marlena accepted the offer.

* * * * * *

Peter dropped her off and gave a wave to John who was waiting outside the office before driving away.

Marlena greeted him with a kiss before asking him what the hold up was.

“Well,” He said rubbing his nape of his neck in embarrassment. “I couldn’t remember if it was yellow or orange you detested, and the only car they had available was yellow. I didn’t want to show up in something you would hate. It’s supposed to be a perfect day.”

She smiled crookedly at him and then began laughing, wrapping her arms around his waist. She looked up at him. “As long as I’m with you, I don’t care about anything else.” Her next kiss was tender and comforting. Then she added, “And it’s orange.”

He sighed deeply and rolled his eyes. “Of course it was. I was going to call, but they assured me that there was a black car on the way. It had been taken to get refueled, but what they didn’t know is that they had taken it to get the tires changed as well. I’m sorry.”

“You have nothing to be sorry about.”

He smiled at her and squeezed her tightly for a moment before leading her down the parking lot toward the gleaming black car. It was at the opposite end of the lot, away from all of the other cars, and Marlena found this odd.

John, who had his arm wrapped around her while they walked, felt her tense. “What’s the matter?”

She glanced up at him and pushed the uneasiness she felt aside. “Nothing.” The bounce in her step returned.

John went around the car and opened her door for her. She slid into the seat and waited for him to join her. It had a leather interior, and had that new car smell to it. This dealership did a great job taking care of their cars. Tony was good to recommend it; she would have to remember to thank him.

They both buckled up and he pushed the key into the ignition. When the key turned he heard a clicking sound. “Hm.”

Marlena had a sinking, panicked feeling, wash over her. “Oh God.” She whispered.

He tried again, and again, the clicking sound. He froze for a moment. “Wait.” He said to himself.

Marlena caught her terrified eyes with his. Time slowed to a crawl as John screamed at her to get out of the car, unbuckling her seatbelt and reaching over her to open her door and push her out. He stumbled out quickly after and met Marlena as she struggled to get up off the pavement as fast as possible. His hands steadied her and helped her gain her footing. They began to run, but they were still close enough to be pushed violently through the air when the car behind them exploded.

John used his body to shield Marlena and tried to pad her landing as best as he could, putting both his hands beneath her head. They bounced against the pavement together, John felt something crunch but ignored it, his only concern was Marlena. When their rolling came to a stop, she was face down, her hair spread around her. John tentatively rolled her to her back and moved the blond waves away from her beautiful face. Her eyes were closed and there was a deep gash on her forehead that blood seeped from, staining her pale skin.

He felt for a pulse and when he found one, tears of relief overcame him. Gathering her up in his arms he rocked her back and forth gently, willing her to open her eyes, half relieved she was still alive, half angry that this had happened. It was all his fault. As he saw men run toward them through the smoke they were surrounded in, he wondered why when the car exploded Marlena screamed her sister’s name.
The rain began pouring outside the hospital window John was staring out. Still a perfect day for a picnic. The puddles in the pavement had endless ripples pushing out toward their edges.

Marlena had woken up in the ambulance and put her hand on John’s face. When she attempted a smile, she winced and fell unconscious again. The next time she opened her eyes, she did it screaming her sister’s name before slipping away for the third time. John tried to calm her down after her unexpected outburst, but then begged her to keep screaming when her body went limp.

She was rolled into the hospital through swinging doors John wasn’t allowed to follow through. The doctors had taken a look at him after a long protest. They found two cracked ribs and they wrapped him up, ordering him to take it easy. He had called Ronald soon after that, unable to sit and do nothing. His friend had arrived five minutes later asking for details. John told him robotically. Now Ronald sat watching John stare out the window, feeling helpless.

Finally the older man stood up and put a hand on John’s shoulder. “I—I had spoken to the priest again, John. T’was only a day or two ago. I implied that we might be makin a move, diggin deeper to find the source. He was calm. I was about to tell ye that he be on our side.” His voice dropped to a whisper and he squeezed John’s arm. His accent was thick with sadness. “I didn’t think to warn ye. I’m sorry.”

John straightened and put a hand over Ron’s. “It’s not your fault.”

“If I woulda…”

“No.” He cut him off. “We’ve never done that before, and we’re not going to start now. We both know what can come of being involved with all of this.” His gaze returned to the rain. “But she didn’t know.”

“Would she have believed ye though? Would tellin her’ve made a difference?”

“That wasn’t my choice to make.” John said violently before pounding the wall with the side of his fist. “I should have protected her.”

Ronald nudged John when he saw the doctor approaching them.

John met him half way and the man in the white coat began speaking immediately after seeing John’s questioning eyes.

“She’s alright. She’s suffered a slight concussion and a few bumps and bruises, but she’ll be just fine. She’s resting now, we’re monitoring her. It wasn’t severe enough that a coma would be possible, so it’s safe for her to sleep.” The doctor stated before hooking his stethoscope around his neck.

“Can I see her?”

“You’re John Black correct?”

He nodded anxiously, annoyed that they were wasting time.

“She’s been asking for you.”

Forgetting all politeness, John shuffled past doctor and down the hall to Marlena’s room.

* * * * * *

When he reached her room, he was out of breath and took a minute outside the closed door to steady his breathing. His hand wrapped around the stainless steel handle and turned it slowly.

Marlena’s eyes were closed and John felt his insides freeze. Quietly he took a seat next to her body and let his eyes graze over her. There was a small bandage on her forehead where the gash had been, that picture was distinct in his mind. There was a mean bruise on her arm and her wrist was wrapped with another bandage.

John brushed her bangs gently away from her forehead and his finger touched the edge of the bandage, wanting desperately to take away her pain. This never should have happened in the first place. How could he have been so careless?

“John?” Her voice was groggy and forced. Her eyes fluttered open.

“I’m here.” He said, taking her other hand between his. “How are you feeling?”

Her eyes fell shut again, “Tired.”

“That’s expected. The doctor said you have a concussion.”

“Slight concussion.” She corrected matter-of-factly.

He shook his head at her. “I stand corrected.”

A smile crossed her face, her eyes remained closed.

“You should get some rest.”

She nodded slowly.

He rose and kissed her head turning away. She reached out and took hold of his hand. “Don’t leave.”

“Never.” He pulled a chair up to the side of the bed and sat in it, holding her hand until her breathing became deep and steady. Slipping his hand from hers, he went into the hallway meeting Ronald there.

Now that John was sure Marlena was going to be alright, he could think business. Ronald could see the look on his friend’s face and took initiative. “We must leave John. It’s no longer safe her for ye, nor for me. And if truth be told, we don’t know who did this, so Marlena isn’t safe either.”

John raked his fingers through his hair. “So what do we do?”

“First, ye have to trust that I’m making the right choice.”

“You know I do Ron, now what is it?”

“We have to go back to Ireland and wait.”

“Wait?” He shot back impatiently.

“I know ye don’t want to, but I’ve been tryin to find out who’s behind the priest, who else has the knowledge, who’s controllin him. I couldn’t. That’s why I thought he was for us in the end. But they’re smart, they’re patient. Not only do we not know who’s after ye, but they know yer workin with me. They had the upper hand. This attempt was their mistake, had I have confided in the priest, we would have been over, John, do you not see this?”

“Of course, but why can’t we move now?”

“Move against who John? The priest? The priest isn’t the one givin orders, he’s the receiver, and if we move against him, that could start the uprising afore we can stop it. There is someone behind him, someone with power that is well hidden. That be the person who controls every other man that’s involved. And those are the men that control the priests.”

“And how do you know that? How do you know that the man with the most power is here, under our noses?”

Ronald tapped his temple.

John let out a low growl. “Then, damn it, if you know so much, why do you not know his name?!”

“Ye think ye have limited knowledge John? The entire thing is a bloody riddle! I’m just the one who hopes to figure it out before another does. This is the only way I know how!”

“If you couldn’t figure it out in three months, what makes you think going back to Ireland will help? Shouldn’t we stay here and figure it out?”

“No. If they know we be diggin for knowledge they will attack again. If we retreat, they will back off.”

“How do you know that?”

“I don’t. But history repeats itself John.”

That line always silenced John. He couldn’t argue with it. Ronald had been right thus far, and John had no reason not to believe him. He nodded at his friend.

Ronald motioned to the door. “How’s the lass?”

“Tired.”

“Who else knew about ye renting a car?”

“No one, just Marlena. Our friends Devon and Peter did as well, but they’re harmless.” He smiled when he said ‘our’. He wondered when he and Marlena had meshed their lives together. “What am I going to do?” He whispered more to himself than Ronald. His friend remained quiet.

* * * * * *

A few hours later Marlena woke up, feeling more energetic than before. John was the first thing she saw when she opened her eyes. “Hi there.”

“Hey. How are you feeling now?”

“Better.”

“Good.”

“Are you alright? Did you let the doctor take a look at you?”

He nodded and patted his side gently. “I’m all bandaged up too.”

“Cracked rib?”

“Oh, and the doctor makes a mistake,” He teased. “Two cracked ribs.”

“But other than that you’re alright?”

“What? Cracked ribs aren’t good enough for you?”

She smiled. “You’re so tough.”

“Not as tough as I thought.” He confessed. “When that car exploded and I thought of you getting hurt…” He got up and paced, moving on to another thought. “And then when you wouldn’t wake up.” And then another. “I didn’t know what… And I’m trained for those kinds of situations… but you… and I couldn’t… and then in the ambulance… and you came back… and then went away… and I waited… and…”

“John.” She said soothingly. “I’m OK. Nothing time won’t heal.”

He looked at her inquiringly. “Are you sure about that?”

“What do you mean?”

“What happened to Samantha, Marlena?”

Her eyes became distant.

John moved to the bed and took her hand in his, sitting in the seat beside her. “Marlena. Is that how your sister died?”

“I really don’t want to talk about it John.” Her voice was shaky at best.

“Please Marlena, I want to help you.”

She looked at him adoringly, tears brimming the ridges of her eyes. “I know you do. But this isn’t something you can make all better.” She took a deep breath. “I’m not ready to talk about Samantha, and you need to respect that. Yes,” She admitted, “Sam died in a car explosion.”

John smiled, “See? You can talk to me.”

“Stating it is different from feeling it. The emotions that go along with that are too much for me to deal with right now.”

“Fair enough. Whenever, and if ever, you feel like you can talk about it, I’m here for you.”

She nodded. “Listen,” She said guiltily, “I have a confession to make.”

John straightened his shoulders. “What is it?”

“I—I’m sorry. I should have told you before, that Sam had died that way I mean. It was no accident, and in the car today, that wasn’t an accident either.”

John froze. “How do you know that?” He hadn’t even mentioned anything.

“I am connected to some people that lead dangerous lives. This happened because of me. I’m so, so sorry John, I should have told you.”

“Who? Who are these people?” It could be the answer he was looking for.

“I can’t say, I’m sorry.”

“Marlena, please, you can trust me. I need you to do that now.”

“I do trust you John, but you don’t understand. It’s more complicated than that. Please don’t be offended, I really couldn’t handle that right now.”

He wanted to push her to tell him. There was a connection, he could feel it.

Marlena fidgeted with the edge of the blanket. She was the cause of all of it. John was just an innocent bystander. She felt horrible, should have warned him. In truth, the thought that she would be targeted hadn’t crossed her mind since Samantha died. And at that time, part of her hoped that she would be. Then the pain would stop. But, the pain hadn’t been as prominent since John Black had waltzed into her life. At that thought, she felt worse. Tony must have had his phone tapped or something. That was how they found out how to get to Samantha. Curious, though, that it was John that was going to get the car. Were they going after John to torture her? What would that accomplish?

She hadn’t noticed that her face was tight in concentration until John brushed his knuckles over her cheek and she relaxed. “It wasn’t your fault sweetheart.”

“By association, yes it was. I should have mentioned something earlier.”

“Perhaps you should have, but I couldn’t get angry at you for it without calling myself a hypocrite.”

She cocked her head to the side and sent over a naïve look. John felt horrid. He had thought they could live in their little bubble together where nothing would hurt them. This woman had changed him more in the past three months then he ever thought possible. “I have a confession of my own.”

She was silent, allowing him to continue in his own time. Where to start though? It was possible that she wouldn’t even believe him, but if he wanted her to be with him, she needed to know the truth.

“This is going to be confusing Marlena. I really don’t know how to explain all of this. I never thought I would have to.” He bit his cheek. “Before I get into it I…” He trailed off. “I want you to know that I’m falling in love with you.”

Shocked. No. Stunned? No. Disgusted? He hoped not. The clock on the wall ticked loudly, echoing in John’s ear. He had said it. Stupid. Why would he have just said it like that? I’m falling in love with you. It was the truth, well the partial truth, but the timing was off. Blurting it out in a hospital room where Marlena was recovering, physically and emotionally, from a horrible car explosion was not his idea of romantic. He wasn’t even sure he wanted to say anything at all. John knew Marlena cared about him, she spent enough time with him to back up that theory, but there was no proof. There was nothing he could hold in his hands that would make love tangible, make her feelings real, even if she was to reciprocate. He had struggled with that thought his whole life. That was part of the reason he refused to believe in love and the power that accompanied it. Until now.

Tears welled up in Marlena’s eyes and John scolded himself. Great. Now she’s going to tell me that we’re better off friends. She’s going to reach for the pager and call the nurse. Any second now. They’re going to get security and she’s going to order them to kick this mental person out of her room out.

Marlena reached out for his hand. Something tangible.She brought them to her lips and kissed each one. A tear slid down her cheek. “I’m not falling in love with you John.”

He knew it. He should have kept his big mouth shut and…

“I am in love with you.”

What did she say?!
* * * * * *

Ronald sat in the hospital chapel. It was abandoned, just as he hoped. He sat the cardboard cup full of coffee down on the wooden bench beside him. He swallowed the last gulp that he held in his mouth. It tasted like cardboard.

He flipped open his phone and dialed Ireland. “Ronald O’Malley here.”

“Aye Ronald, I’ve been waitin’a hear from ye.”

“Anythin?”

“‘Fraid not. I’m not too sure if I should be relieved or worried.”

“Worried. They moved against John today. They know we be lookin ‘round for somethin. We’re comin back, but probably not for long, it’s not safe here anymore. You just be keepin me informed would ye?”

“Of course Ronald. Listen, I got word from Greece today.”

“And?”

“There’s been some rumours about a meetin. I don’t know the details yet, but thought I’d mention it.”

“I appreciate that Father Kelly. I’ll contact ye tomorrow, same time.”

“How much longer do ye think?”

“Hard to tell. I be havin a feelin that there’s no rush. Might be while longer. But I want to find out as much as possible before anythin happens. I’ll be in touch.”

Ronald closed his phone and stuffed it in his pocket. He slouched down in the bench, letting his pants wrinkle slightly. Scooping his coffee up, he swirled it around in the cup. He poured the remaining in his mouth and swallowed quickly. It had gone cold.

* * * * * *

Stefano had a lingering smile on when Tony entered his office and knocked on the wood frame. “You called?”

“Come in.” He motioned with his large hand to a leather chair across the desk from himself.

Tony took it and leaned back into the smooth fabric. “Have you heard anything yet?”

“No, we should be getting news any moment now.”

“I would have expected it sooner.”

Stefano nodded. “It seems he was taken to the hospital. We’re just waiting to see if he’s going to make it.”

“I see. So why did you call me in now?”

“I have put our fate in motion.”

Tony sat forward wide eyed. “Already? So soon after…”

“Yes. It is the right time.”

“But we’re not even sure if…”

“If John Black isn’t dead now, he won’t survive one night in the hospital. I will make sure of that.”

Tony ran a hand down his face, his phoenix ring reflecting off the light. “Look,” He began, trying to reason with his brother, “We shouldn’t rush this. Our cousins are still uneasy. They aren’t convinced that the outcome will be what we say it will be.”

“They are fools.” Stefano moved his hand as though he was shooing away a fly. “I cannot waste any more time trying to influence them. If they are not strong in their decision, they are not strong enough for us to depend on.”

“But we need them.”

“No, I have another plan.”

Tony had a sinking feeling. Stefano’s “plans” were always meticulous, and nearly always ended in bloodshed. He cared for his brother, but because of blood ties only. Tony could not understand his brother’s intricately morbid mind frame. But Tony had to admit that the man was a pure genius. The way he thought was unlike any other “normal” human being, including his younger brother. Tony had a high IQ but his lack of imagination put him in a different category. His older brother could bring his hypothetical tasks to life because of a vivid mind’s eye and a meticulous train of thought. The only thing Stefano Dimera was short of was emotion. Aside from Marlena, Tony hadn’t seen his older brother react to anything. It was as if cold blood ran through his veins.

“What kind of plan?”

Stefano clipped the end of a cigar off and lit, releasing a puff of smoke. The phone beside him rang and he anxiously reached for it. “What?”

“Mr. Dimera—I… there seems to be a problem.”

“What is it?”

“It seems, sir, that Marlena Evans showed up at the last minute and…”

“What?” Stefano roared and stood up.

“She’s alright Mr. Dimera. They got out of the car in time, she only had a slight concussion and a few…”

“What about John?!”

“He was barely injured sir. Just a couple of cracked ribs.”

“Damn it, I gave you a job! You should have done it right!”

“I—I’m sorry sir…”

Stefano slammed the phone down.

Tony was on his feet in an instant. “What happened?”

“Marlena.”

A chill went down Tony’s back. “What about Marlena?”

Stefano put a hand up to quiet his brother. “She’s fine. But so is John Black.” He spat out his name like saying it left an awful taste in his mouth.

Tony was heading straight for the door. “Where’s Marlena now?”

“Hospital. I’m coming with you.”

“No!” Tony argued. “That would be too suspicious. She wouldn’t expect you there. We can’t risk anything.”

Stefano slammed his fist on his desk before slowly lowering himself into his chair. “You’re right. Tell her she’s in my thoughts.”

Tony flew out the door and heard Stefano’s whisper. “Always.”

* * * * * *

John and Marlena were interrupted by the police who needed to ask questions about the explosion. After the inquisition, they were left alone again. An awkward silence settled over them. Neither wanted to speak first, both wanted to speak. There was a big elephant in the room with the word “Love” stamped across its body in bold letters.

John spoke. “I called Devon and Peter. They’re on their way.”

“Thank you. I appreciate that.”

Silence.

John fiddled with the phone cord that hung from the stand beside Marlena’s bed. His elbows were on his knees and he had to look up to meet Marlena’s stare.

“So… did you mean it?”

“Yes.”

Relief.

“You don’t have to say anything back you know…”

“What do you mean? I was the one who said it first!”

“‘I’m falling in love with you’ hardly counts as…”

“Hardly counts?! Do you know how much courage it took to say that to you?”

Marlena shrugged. “Falling in love with someone and being in love with someone are two very diff…”

“I love you.”

Marlena frowned. “You can’t just say it like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like you’re saying it just to say it! Besides, an hour ago you were only ‘falling’ in love with me. What’s changed?”

“You are a difficult woman, do you know that?”

She nodded playfully. “Are you complaining?”

“Not yet.” He winked. John stood and nudged her legs over and took the empty space on the bed. Placing her hand in his own, he dragged his thumb over her knuckles, back and forth. “I have a confession to make.”

“Another one? You still haven’t told me the first one.” She reminded.

Dismissing that comment, he went on. “I knew I was in love with you the first moment I saw you. I mean, I didn’t know but I knew.” He shook his head. “That doesn’t make sense. What I’m saying is, I may have said that I’m only falling in love with you, but that’s the farthest thing from the truth.” He frowned; his words weren’t coming together the way he had wanted them to. “I’m a coward. I said that because I was scared. I care about you more deeply than I have ever cared about anyone before. I didn’t know what to do if you didn’t feel the same way.” His gaze left their hands and found her eyes. She had an amused look on her face. “What?” He questioned.

“That wasn’t so hard was it?”

“You have no idea.” He said and started fake crying before laughing along with Marlena.

He leaned in and kissed her gently, his face lingering inches away from hers. He vowed he wouldn’t let anything else happen to her.

* * * * * *

Ronald watched John and Marlena through the tiny window on the door to her room. He had seen the look John had given Marlena before. He was only a child then, but his father, the senior O’Malley, had pointed it out to him as a boy.

“Look at that son. One day ye’ll see history repeat itself in two just like those. I hope for you though that it’ll be only a friend ye’ll see, not business like me.”

“But Mr. Black looks so happy, why are ye so sad dad?”

“Because it won’t last lad. If one day ye see this and I haven’t paved the way for ye the way I would have liked to, cherish it. Promise me.”


Ronald didn’t know what he was promising at that time; he was still too young to understand. Now, however, he watched the two and knew what was coming. Jonathan Black had failed, and that was also due to Ronald’s father and the way he chose to disclose his information. The love he, himself, had found made him weak. Ronald refused to let that happen. As hard as it was going to be, he would hurt John, and Marlena, for a greater good. His deepest fear was that their love would make them short sighted. Would either ever understand?
It’s startling how quickly a joyous moment can turn into something horrific. Words seem simple, letters fit together to make a meaning, then are pushed into a sentence for clarity. It is not the sentence that brings the significance, but the tone in which it is presented.

When John said he was going back to Ireland, it was a statement, with no softness in his voice. It was finality. Not long before this, Marlena and he had confessed their love for each other. They shared kisses and an understanding that accompanied the declaration. Now, he was leaving?

Marlena sat up and bed and squeezed his hand. “What do you mean?”

“It’s too dangerous for me here, for all of us.”

Marlena looked away. A guilty feeling swept over her and turned her stomach. “I—I’m sorry John, I should have told you…”

“No baby, no.” He took his spot on the bed and framed her face in his hands, forcing her to look at him. There was visible remorse in her beautiful hazel eyes. She didn’t understand. “Marlena…” God, where to start?

“I don’t want you to go.” It was a whisper, nearly begging. She had never felt this kind of chaotic power before. Love? More than that.

“I don’t want to leave you.” He pulled her to his chest and wrapped his arms around her, gently but securely. “Ronald thinks…” No, bad idea.

Marlena pulled back and looked up at him. “Ronald thinks what?”

“Marlena,” He said, making himself more comfortable on the bed. She pulled her legs up and crossed them so he could sit in front of her. He leaned in and kissed her slowly before taking a deep breath and continuing. “It wasn’t your fault that we were in that accident.”

She looked away again, but he pulled her chin back up. “I’m not saying that to make you feel better.” Not sure how much information he should disclose, he went slowly. “You aren’t the only person who knows dangerous people. My business is plenty hazardous.”

“I thought you were involved with trade?”

“I am. But that’s not all. I am deeply involved with something else. Ronald is my assistant, and my consultant in that business.”

“So, do you mean like a hobby?”

John shook his head. “My properties and trading are more hobbies than my other job.”

“Why didn’t you mention it before then?”

“I’m not…” He searched for the right word. “permitted to discuss most of that part of my life.”

Her breathing had become close to the point of hyperventilating. This reminded Marlena of her talk with Samantha and Tony after they became engaged. They had wanted to warn her about Tony’s dealings, now look where Sam was.

“Whoa, easy there Doc. You alright?”

Her head bobbed up and down. “Go on.”

“I came here for a meeting, like I told you. But it was more of a meeting for Ronald then me. I was bait.”

“Bait?” She blurted.

“No, not bait.” He backtracked. “We came here to see if we could make any alliances with people that are in the same business as we are.”

Tony? Marlena knew more of them, Tony’s friends mostly. Could he have anything to do with it? She didn’t want to say anything just yet. Maybe she could speak with him first. Besides, he never would have sacrificed her like that just to get an enemy. Especially the way he did it. That would be simply morbid. And she knew Tony. Didn’t she?

“So obviously that didn’t work out quite as planned then.”

“Truthfully, we hadn’t planned anything. We just put out the word, and they tried to kill me. The answer couldn’t be clearer. I’m just sorry you were with me when that happened. If anything had happened to you…”

She wasn’t in any position to comfort him right now, her mind was racing, and her fear was starting to get the better of her. Managing to reach out, she took his hand and linked their fingers together.

“So,” She had to ask, “I know this is going to sound ridiculous, but are you involved with the mob?”

John frowned. “No, not at all. I have some connections with people in that business, but they are all with individuals, not business related. What I am involved with is bigger.”

“Bigger?”

“I know that sounds scary, but it’s much different. I can’t really explain it to you.”

“Yes you can.”

“No, not yet.”

“Why not?”

“Trust me.”

She crossed her arms. “So now what then?”

“I told you, I have to go back to Ireland.”

“Why?”

“I’m not sure. Ronald said we should, and he’s never been wrong before.”

“What about me?”

“I’m so sorry about all of this Marlena.”

“What about me?” She repeated loudly.

“You should get out of town too, even if only for a few weeks or so, just until we know things have cooled off. You can stay with a friend, or I will set you up in a safe house.”

“Are you breaking up with me?”

“No! Of course not! I’m just saying you will be safer out of town.”

“That’s ridiculous. I’m staying right here.”

“You can’t.”

He fell right into her trap. “Then I’m coming with you.”

“What? No! That’s not an option.”

“From where I’m sitting it is.”

“Marlena, no, not going to happen.” He stood up and began pacing the room. God he wanted her to go with him so badly, he couldn’t imagine being without her. But look what happened when she was with him.

“Yes it is. Either you let me come with you, or I take my own flight and wander around Ireland by myself looking for you.” She was defiant.

“Look what happened to you when you were with me!” He yelled and motioned toward her sitting in the bed. “Look where you are Marlena! I couldn’t protect you!” He lowered his voice and spoke more to himself. “I couldn’t protect you.”

“John, look, I know you’re scared, so am I. But I wouldn’t feel safe on my own. I want you near me. I wouldn’t know what to do if I were by myself. You’ve obviously been trained for situations like this, I haven’t.”

He thought back to when Marlena tensed under his arm when they were walking toward the car. And when she immediately knew what was going on when the car wouldn’t start. Then Devon’s voice accompanied the flashes. She has great instincts; she just needs to learn to trust them more. Marlena was a natural, she just didn’t trust herself. He was amazed that she allowed herself to trust him when she couldn’t even have faith in herself.

“Marlena. That car explosion was my fault.”

“How do you know that? There’s no way we can be sure of that.”

“Believe me. I know. I almost got you killed!”

“Yes you did.”

He stopped pacing and whirled around to face her.

“Does that make you feel better John? I didn’t mean it. I said it to prove a point. I don’t blame you. It’s not your fault that someone else planted a bomb in the car.” She had to force those words out. Sam always came to her mind. “I don’t blame you, but you blame yourself, so either way I can’t convince you to forgive what happened. What I won’t do though is stand by while you feel sorry for yourself. You will take me to Ireland with you, and that is final.”

“No!”

“Yes! Besides, Ronald thinks I should come with you.”

His jaw dropped.

“That’s what you were going to say before weren’t you? And you also said that Ronald has never been wrong! You’re taking me to Ireland whether you like it or not!”

“Fine.” He yelled.

“Fine!”

There was a quiet knock on the door. “Am I interrupting something?”

John excused himself from Marlena’s room after Tony showed up. He was sure they wanted to talk, and John needed some air.

Tony put the large bouquet of lilies that he brought in a vase on a free surface and timidly approached her bed.

“They’re beautiful.” Marlena said quietly. She looked at him intently. Memories were playing in his eyes, the distance was recognizable. “How are you doing?”

“I should be asking you that question.” He took her hand.

“I’m fine, just a couple of scrapes. This must be hard for you. You didn’t have to come.”

“I wanted to. I’m so glad to see…” His words caught in his throat and his eyes welled up with tears. He cleared his throat. “I’m glad to see that you’re alright.”

She pulled on his arm and embraced him. She soothingly ran a hand up and down his back, comforting him the way she would a small child. “It’s alright.”

His body trembled slightly ever few seconds and he sniffed back his tears. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.”

Another minute passed before Tony pulled away and sat on the chair beside her bed, wiping beneath his eyes. “This is just all so familiar.”

“I know.” She remembered walking through the basement of this hospital, following the signs pointing to the morgue. It wasn’t like the rest of the building where the smell was clean and sterile. This was a different smell. Death.

Marlena shook the memory away, not daring to go farther into it. She still had nightmares about that time, so reliving it while conscious was not something she wished to do.

“Tony, I have to ask you a question. John and I were discussing how this might be mob related.” Marlena didn’t necessarily believe that anymore. John was convincing in his argument that it had to do with his “business”, but she wanted to make sure.

Tony tensed up and panicked. She had to know that if Stefano had known that Marlena was there that none of this would have happened. And he wanted her to know that it wasn’t his decision to plant a bomb in the car. He had assumed they would take him out with a sniper. It was quick, easy. Something Stefano was known for doing. Tony’s older brother was so twisted though. There was no way to predict his moves.

Tony couldn’t confess those things, though, or else she would know that he had something to do with it. He couldn’t risk that, not just because she couldn’t know about his involvement, but also because she was the best friend he had.

Marlena continued before he had a chance to think of what to say. “I was wondering if I could ask you a favor.”

“Anything.”

“Would you be willing to ask around, see if anyone in your circle of friends knows anything?”

“Of course. If someone in my trade did this, I will find out.”

“Thank you Tony. I really don’t think this was mob related anymore, but I just want to make sure.”

“Anymore?”

There was a knock at the door and Marlena waved for Devon and Peter to come in when they peeked through the small window. Tony stood and kissed Marlena on the cheek. “I’m glad you’re doing alright. I’ll keep in touch.”

“Thank you Tony, I appreciate you coming.”

He nodded and passed Marlena’s friends as they barreled in. Devon flew into Marlena’s arms. Peter added another floral arrangement to the room and squeezed the hand Marlena had on Devon’s back.

“We were so worried!” Devon said as she released her friend and took both of her hands. “How are you feeling?”

“Better now.”

“This must be so hard for you.”

“John being here has helpful. And now you two. Thank you for coming.”

“Of course we’d be here!”

Peter remained standing but spoke up. “We were really worried. If there’s anything we can do…”

Devon began her barrage of questions. “So have the police found any leads? Do they know what happened? Was it planned? Did the people at the dealership see anything suspicious? Did they…”

Marlena put a hand up and laughed. “You should have been a cop Devon.”

“Well I just don’t understand how this could have happened.”

“They don’t know anything yet. They questioned us, though, and the employees at the dealership. As far as I know they haven’t found anything. They’ll let us know if they do.”

“This is so unnerving.”

“Tell me about it.”

“So what happens now?”

“I don’t know, but I’m not going to be a sitting duck. We don’t know if it was just a coincidence,” Marlena was certain it wasn’t, “or if it was intentional. And if it was intentional, we don’t know whether it was meant for me, for John, or for us both. I just don’t know.”

“What can you do about it though?”

“I’ve already decided that I’m going to Ireland with John.”

Devon glanced back at her husband, and then returned her gaze to her friend. “For how long?”

She shrugged. “Not sure.”

“Is that really the safest place?”

“As long as I’m with John, I’ll be alright.”

Devon bit her lip. “Marlena, I don’t want this to come out wrong but… you were with John today, and you were almost killed.”

“It’s different.”

“How?”

“We weren’t prepared.”

“And now you are? What’s changed?”

“The fact that we both know there is serious danger.” She knew her argument was irrational. She had always been a very logical person, but it was becoming hard to explain away the fact that she just wanted to be with John. She didn’t feel safe anywhere else.

“Listen sweetheart, I’m not saying that John can’t protect you, I believe he would do anything for you, but accidents still happen.”

“And…?”

“And, I—I just don’t want anything to happen to you.”

“Listen, staying here is dangerous for me, especially if John goes back to Ireland alone. I won’t be gone forever. We just need to deflect some attention.” John had said that things would cool off quickly. He obviously knew something she didn’t. There was no way she was going to let him keep those secrets to himself.

Devon and Peter stayed a while longer, visited with John when he came back into the room, and then left.

John was keeping his distance, still sore that she got her way. He was scared to hurt her, but he was thrilled that she was coming with him. “We’re leaving as soon as you’re discharged from the hospital.” He grumbled.

“Tomorrow?”

“Who says you’re getting released tomorrow?”

She smiled at his concern. “They’re only keeping me overnight for observation. If I really wanted to leave I could sign myself out right now.”

She frowned. He was too far away. “Come here.”

John found his legs betraying him, they made their way over to her and he sat down next to her.

“Kiss me.”

“Marlena, I…”

“Kiss me.”

He slowly leaned in and paused. He was so unsure, almost afraid to break her. She grabbed his face in her hands and found his lips. Just what she needed. Her tongue pushed between his lips in a forceful kiss. John’s hands made their way around her waist and pulled her body against his. She leaned away from him, her lips inches from his. “Now, tell me you love me.”

“I love you.” He whispered into her mouth. His lips fell down to her neck and she moaned feeling his warm breath against her skin.

Fighting with all her might to form words, she tried to speak one last time. “And…tell me that…” A whimper escaped when he snagged her skin in his teeth. “tell me you…”

He brought a finger up and pressed it against her lips. “I want you to come to Ireland with me. And I couldn’t stand it if you weren’t with me every second.”

She smiled and leaned back into the pillows, she brought John on top of her.

“Wait,” He mumbled. “The window.”

She giggled quietly. It was the first time in her life she didn’t care. All she wanted to feel was John’s touch on her skin. Never before had she been even close to reckless. Passion just seemed to take over when John was around.

She reached over and flicked a switch. The lights died. “Now they can’t see us.”

“Marlena,” John said, propping himself up on an elbow, “I don’t want it to be like this. I want there to be candles, and champagne, and a bed.”

“We have a bed.”

“No, I mean a nice bed. I don’t want this to happen in a hospital room.”

She sighed. “You are such a romantic.” She rolled her eyes playfully. “Alright, then we won’t.”

John began sitting up but she stopped him, grabbing a handful of his shirt and pulling him back onto her. “But that doesn’t mean we can’t have just a little fun does it?”

“Marlena,” He warned, “I’ve wanted you since the day I met you. I don’t know if I can stop at ‘just a little’.”

“Try hard.” Her mouth found his hungrily. He couldn’t argue anymore as she tugged his shirt off and ran her fingernails over his hard chest.

He prayed Marlena would stop him, because there was no way he could control himself anymore.
“Are you sure you want to do this?”

Marlena peeked over the top of the magazine she was flipping through and raised an eyebrow at him before returning her attention to the article in front of her.

John had asked her that every ten or so minutes since she was released from the hospital. At first, Marlena would sooth him with logical words, then she shut him up with kisses, and finally, she resorted to silence.

John sat back in his chair with a sigh. He couldn’t decide if he was more nervous or relieved at the fact that Marlena was so determined to join him. Closing his eyes he imagined his home, and wondered if she would feel comfortable there. She would get the best guest bedroom, of course, and he could show her Orion, maybe she could ride with him. His eyes popped open. “Are you allergic to horses?”

“No.”

“Do you know how to ride?”

She nodded.

He settled back into his fantasies, satisfied until the phone beside John rang. He picked it up, annoyed with the disruption. “John Black.”

Marlena lowered her magazine and watched him.

He held the phone out to her. “It’s for you.”

“For me?”

“It’s Tony.”

“How did he…?”

John shrugged.

She rose and took the phone from John. “Tony?”

“Marlena, hi.”

“How did you get this number?”

“I have my ways.”

“But how did you know I was here?”

“You mean how did I know you were leaving town?” He went on without waiting for her reply. “I called the hospital; they said you had checked out. I tried calling your house, and your cell, you didn’t answer either of them.”

“Sorry I haven’t been able to find my cell since the—the accident.”

“Oh, don’t apologize. I called Devon and told her I had some information for you. She told me you were going to Ireland with John. I made a couple calls and got this number.”

“Well, aren’t you resourceful? So did you find anything out?”

“No one knows anything.” He lied. “So that means that there was no involvement.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“Trust me Marlena, I would have found out.”

“I believe you.” His certainty and tone made her question his honesty. But she dismissed it. That was simply the psychiatrist in her reading into everything.

“Listen, Marlena, I wanted to apologize for breaking down on you yesterday.”

“No, Tony, you have nothing to be sorry for. I know how much you loved her. I’m glad you feel that you can share your pain with me. You aren’t alone.”

She changed me. Every time I think of her, when something reminds me of her, I nearly break down. She allowed me to show my weaknesses and she didn’t hold it against me. It’s hard sometimes when you are there, and I’m feeling that same way. That’s what he wanted to say, but he couldn’t find the words. He laughed. “You’d think considering the kind of work I do…” He trailed off.

“I understand Tony. And your secret’s safe with me.”

He changed the subject again, all this emotional stuff made him uncomfortable. “Hey, how long until you take off?”

She cupped the speaker. “John, how long until we take off?”

He looked at his watch. “Twenty minutes or so, why?”

“Twenty minutes.” She said into the phone.

“Good. I sent a messenger with a gift. It was what I wanted you to come by and pick up. I thought you’d like to have it now though. He should be there shortly.”

“Oh, Tony, you didn’t have to do that.”

“Yes I did, especially now, you’ll understand when it gets there. Safe trip, call me when you land.”

“Alright. Thank you again.”

She handed the phone back to John to hang up and sat down next to him, pulling her legs up and snuggling into his chest.

“What was that all about?”

She shrugged. “He’s just concerned.”

“Oh.”

“There is something on its way here for me.”

“To the plane?”

“Mm-hmm” She hummed into his neck.

Ronald walked through the curtain that closed off the cabin. “Ms. Evans…”

“Call me Marlena, please.” She sat up slightly.

“This package was said to be for ye. A man just delivered it.”

John stood and straightened his shoulders.

“Don’t be worryin John, I checked it me-self.”

Marlena took the small package from his Ron and slowly ripped the brown package paper from a small rectangular velvet box.

Great,John thought, he’s giving her jewellery. What have I given her? A car bomb. Super.

With her manicured fingers, she slowly flipped it open. Her hand flew to her mouth when a whimper escaped. Slamming it shut again, she rose and looked around frantically for an escape.

“Hey, Doc. What is it?”

“I—I just need—a minute.” Clutching the box to her chest she hurried to the small bathroom and sat on the toilet, putting her head between her knees. She prayed that she could control this hyperventilation, passing out in the bathroom would not be ideal.

* * * * * *

Marlena only came out of the bathroom when Ronald knocked and warned her that they were ready to take off. She went from the bathroom, straight into John’s arms and curled up next to him for the remainder of the flight. She didn’t eat, but took a sip of water occasionally, John insisted, he didn’t want her to get dehydrated. Marlena fell in and out of sleep, feeling safe in John’s arms, but she woke up startled every time, and only calmed when her fingers moved over the smooth velvet box she held.

John hadn’t asked what was in it again, nor questioned her state. That was what she needed, silence and comfort, and he gave her both. Occasionally, Ronald and John would start talking quietly, and Marlena would be lulled to sleep again by the vibrations from his voice that she could feel against her cheek.

By the time they reached John’s estate, Marlena had fallen asleep in the car again. He shook her gently. “Hey beautiful. We’re here. There’s a bed waiting for you in there.”

A bed sounded like heaven to her. Willing her eyes to stay open, she got out of the car, still holding that velvet box. She looked up at the mansion before her. The driveway was gravel and behind her was a fountain in the middle of the roundabout. The walls were stone, beautiful stone, a large arched wooden door with black hinges stood directly in front of her. Green vines grew up the structure, like veins, intertwining, and disappearing around the sides.

Marlena wasn’t partial to large houses, she always felt they weren’t personal, but this mansion seemed to have so much character, it was so welcoming. There was one balcony jutting out from the front, and numerous windows.

Ronald passed Marlena, carrying her bags, and opened the door, leaving it open for them to follow. John took her empty hand and led her in. The foyer was open, and bright. To the right was an open door, Marlena could see books lining the walls, and a desk, covered in papers.

“Office and library.” John confirmed.

To her left was a small sitting room, with a fireplace.

Ronald had disappeared with her bags and John turned to her. “Did you want to take a nap? You probably shouldn’t sleep too long or your jet lag will be delayed.”

She shook her head. A burst of energy was graciously given to her. “I want to see the house.”

John smiled proudly and pulled her along. “Most of the rooms are connected on the main level. My father wanted it that way, he knocked out a couple of walls and renovated.” They went through the sitting room to the living room. Sunlight spilled through the large windows. “My dad told me my mother loved this room.” He motioned behind him. “He made the sitting room special for her, put a fireplace in it and everything, but he said she used to curl up on the couch here, soaking up the sun, or watching the rain for hours.”

Looking out the windows, Marlena took in the beautiful green display in front of her. “Is all this land yours?”

John nodded and tugged her hand again. They walked down a hallway, past the stairs and a washroom, and into the kitchen. The wood table was placed in the center of the room, and an island was just behind that. A deep sink and a flattop stove were placed strategically along with open counter space. If Marlena knew how to cook at all, this would be where she would want to do just that. It was so spacious and open. The large window that showed the rest of the land also helped. She could see a large stable, another small cabin looking building, and rolling hills that led into a forest. “Wow.” She said breathlessly. “It’s beautiful.”

They both stopped when they heard an aggravated voice coming from just outside. The door that led outside from the kitchen flew open. Shannon was still yelling behind her as she stood in the doorway. “Ye think yer so funny do ye!? Yer more of a horse’s ass than the horse is! Quit yer laughing you good fer nothin…” She slammed the door and looked up, finally noticing John and Marlena standing there.

Shannon’s hair was a tangled mess, and there were streaks of dirt across her cheek and on her clothes. A couple of moments passed before she hitched her thumb behind her. “Bruce.” She said viciously before kicking her muddy shoes off and stomping through the house to the bathroom.

John leaned out to look through the window. Bruce was keeled over with laughter, holding Orion’s reins in his hands.

Shannon emerged looking just as disheveled and walked right up to John and punched him in the shoulder. “What we ye thinkin not callin me and tellin me you weren’t dead?”

She swung again. “Ronald had to call me and tell me. What was goin through yer mind John Black!?”

“Shannon!” John said trying to protect himself from her attack.

“Oh, sorry.” She turned to Marlena and held out her hand. “I’m Shannon McArthur, nice to meet ye, I’ve heard so much about ye.” After a strong handshake, which Shannon noted, she swung and hit John’s arm again. “Don’t ye ever be doin that to me again John Black or ye’ll be in for another beatin!”

He smiled at her and she rolled her eyes. He picked her up, as she struggled against him. “I missed you too Shannon.”

When he put her back on her feet, she pushed him away. “Yer a disgrace.”

“You don’t mean that.”

“Ye know what, that horse’a yers…”

“Orion? Did you try to ride him again?”

She planted her hands on her hips.

Marlena smiled. She reminded her so much of Devon. Marlena knew there would be a few tests to pass before Shannon would accept her, but Marlena was ready for them.

Shannon pointed outside. “That Bruce! He said Orion was gettin restless, ye know how he gets when yer not here. I thought I’d take him out fer a ride around. I figured he’d welcome it. It took me and Bruce a good twenty minutes to get me up in the saddle and when I did, the bloody thing knelt to the ground and rolled me right off of him.”

John burst out laughing at the sight in his mind. Shannon was less than pleased with that reaction. “I hate you.” She pushed past him and slipped her shoes back on. She looked at Marlena. “Pleasure to have met ye. I’m sure I’ll be seein ye.” She smiled and then glared at John. He was still splitting a gut after she slammed the door shut.
Nightfall. It didn’t come soon enough for Marlena. She was beat. Her room was beautiful, four poster bed, spacious, bright colours, en suite bathroom that was shared with another unoccupied guest room. She unpacked her things in the empty dresser and put her make up out on the vanity. She allowed herself to fall into her bed, intending to take a short break, but woke up a few hours later on top of the covers, still clothed.

She changed into a black silk slip and brushed her hair, teeth. Just before she pulled back her covers, she glanced at the door. She grabbed her silk housecoat and slipped her arms through, leaving the front open. Walking as quietly as possible, she found herself making her way down the hall toward John’s room. She raised her fist to knock, and lowered it. What was she doing? She covered her eyes with her other hand and raised her fist to attempt a knock. Dropping it again, she turned on her heel, but before she could glide out of sight, John opened his door. She whirled around to meet his face.

He was wearing plaid pajama pants, and was shirtless. She thought it unfair that he be that good looking. A flutter in her stomach made her freeze and it took all her strength not to throw herself into his arms.

“Marlena?”

She looked around awkwardly. “Yes?”

“What are you doing?”

“I—I—was thirsty.”

He smiled knowingly and led her down the hallway. He opened a closet door and she found a cupboard full of glasses along with a water jug. Pulling a glass down, he filled it and handed it to her. She took a sip.

“Thanks.”

“Are you hungry?”

She nodded. Truthfully, she still didn’t have much of an appetite, even though she barely touched her supper earlier.

They made their way down to the kitchen, and Marlena pulled herself up on the counter, letting her feet dangle while John pulled out a few things from the fridge. He began slicing fruit and handing it to her, piece by piece. She loved fruit. He fed her little bits at a time: Cantaloupe, watermelon, nectarines, an occasional grape, blackberries and finally…. John pulled out some whip cream and dipped a strawberry in. He stood between her legs and let the strawberry hover inches from her mouth. He skimmed the whip cream across her bottom lip before letting her bite down on it. She took the remainder from him, dipped it in the whip cream and held it in front of him. Opening his mouth, and closing his eyes, he waited for her to feed him. He felt the strawberry fall onto his tongue, and then felt a wet sensation on his face and snapped his eyes open. Whip cream was dripping off his face, Marlena’s hand was covered, and she was trying to hide her amusement.

He shook his head slowly and reached for the whip cream.

“Don’t you dare.”

Before dipping his hand in, he grabbed her arms, holding her still, and rubbed his face against hers. She began squealing with laughter while trying to squirm away from his grasp.

When he finally pulled away, their faces matched, their whip cream covered faces. Marlena still displayed her teeth, light radiating from her eyes. John brushed her hair from her eyes and leaned against her body, taking her face gently between his hands. He began kissing the whip cream from her cheeks, jaw, neck, gently sucking the skin into his mouth. A whimper escaped Marlena’s throat every time his lips made contact. It was helpless to smother the sound, another arose immediately.

Her breathing became unsteady; she was getting lost in his touch, nearly desperate for it. She took her turn, licking the whip cream from beside his mouth, his waiting mouth. Giving up on cleaning it all away, she pushed herself against his chest and wrapped her legs around him. She pushed her lips against his, pushing her tongue into his mouth. His hands slid beneath her thighs and held her still, turning to leave the kitchen. He clumsily let her fall against a wall when he kissed her forcefully. Fingers were combing through his hair, and finding fistfuls when he moved down to her neck, pushing her harder into the wall.

She moaned loudly and whispered next to his ear. “John, I don’t think I can make it upstairs.” Slithering her hand between them, she slipped it beneath his pajama pants. He sucked in a breath and willed his knees to hold him up. Her touch was fire, and he wanted her, more than he had ever wanted anyone.

He removed her hand. “Wait.” He ordered. Keeping her in the same position, he scaled the stairs in seconds, fumbled with his doorknob and finally found them tumbling into bed together.

He greedily stripped the clothes from her body, and she didn’t protest. Nudging her knees apart, he found a spot between them. Wrapping her legs loosely around him, she pulled his pajama pants down with her feet on his calves. Her breath was ragged and she kept sucking in short gulps of air. He knew just where to kiss, touch, lick, and bite for her to react.

Tightly winding her long legs around his waist, she waited impatiently for him to enter her. When she opened her eyes, still spinning from the tingles he was sending through her body, she met his. His breathing was ragged, and his face full of lust, but still he asked. “Do you want me to use protection?”

“No.” She answered honestly, without thinking. This felt like the most natural thing in the world, and truthfully, she didn’t think she could wait. Her whole body was shaking for him, begging for him.

Reading her mind, he pushed into her. She arched instinctively against him, her breasts reacting to the fine hair on his chest. Pausing for as long as possible, he waited for her to adjust to him. Without recognition, they began rocking together, slowly at first, but gentleness turned to demand as he thrust harder and deeper into her. She moaned his name, as her fingernails scraped across his back. He reached for her arms and pinned them above her head, quickening his pace again. Crashing his mouth down on hers, she groaned her pleasure into his mouth. Sucking his bottom lip into her mouth, she bit down, drawing blood. His consistent grunts, matching his thrusts, nearly turned to whimpers as he could barely hold himself anymore.

She cried out her release, and he called her name when his followed. Collapsing into her arms, unable to move, unable to think, they were out of breath, both gasping for air.

After some time passed, he propped himself up on one elbow, still shaking. “I love you.”

One of her eyes struggled to open and she answered lazily, still fighting for breath. “I love you a lot more after that.”

His laugh was breathy and her smile was tired. Finally, he rolled off of her and pulled her into his arms. “I didn’t hurt you did I?”

She shook her head and nuzzled her nose into his neck. A thumb found his lip and brushed over the small swollen cut. “Sorry about that.”

“Don’t be.”

John wanted to say more, tell her that he had never been more satisfied, that he never wanted someone more. Truth be told, he wanted her again, she was like an addiction. She beat him to it. “You were the first person to… to…” She stopped.

“To what?”

“To not hold back.”

“What do you mean?”

She positioned herself so she could look up at him. “I mean, every other person I’ve been with… well, they held back. It was as if they were scared I would shatter in their hands, like I was made of glass.”

“Porcelain, maybe, glass, no.” He said teasingly.

She slapped his chest. “Hey. I’m serious. Everyone my whole life has treated me—well has wanted to take care of me. I feel smothered sometimes. Don treated me like a doll, someone who was pretty to show off, but like I would unravel on him. I don’t understand why. I always thought of myself as an independent woman, someone who could take care of herself. I thought maybe it was just Don at first, but then I noticed others around me did the same thing, especially the men I was with.”

“I’m not going to lie Marlena, I want to take care of you. I want to keep you safe. I want to keep you with me.”

“But you’re different. You let me be my own person, and you just proved that you know that I can take things… well… rough.”

“Not only take, but give.” He mockingly wiped the back of his hand across his forehead.

A blush appeared on her cheeks. “I just wanted to say thank you, for not holding back, for trusting that I’m strong.”

“I know you are.”

* * * * * *

The next time they made love, they savored it, savored each other. They explored each other’s bodies with their lips and hands, bringing each other to pleasure numerous times.

They fell asleep in each other’s arms when the light slowly began spilling between the blinds. Content, happy, peaceful, and bound, just as the Prophecy had said.
It had been over a week and Marlena was more content than she had ever been. She spent days walking the property, becoming acquainted with the staff, and the horses, even though she was yet to ride. John was catching up on business, so most of her days she spent alone. She was drawn, as John’s mother was, to the den where she could watch the weather change, calmly, or violently. The weather proved unpredictable, but she didn’t mind. She couldn’t remember the last time she enjoyed relaxing so much. It seemed she never took a moment to herself to slow down and simply watch. At times she felt guilty for leaving her patients, especially the ones that had come to depend on her weekly visits. John set her up with a cell phone he said was untraceable and she kept in touch with her more needy patients through it. Occasionally the thought of the amount of work that was piling up without her at home would spring to mind and she would feel an uncomfortable flutter in her stomach. For the most part though, she was able to block it out.

In the evenings John would cook for her. She would sit on a stool with her elbows on the island counter watching him move so gracefully around the spacious kitchen. She didn’t understand how watching him prepare food could be so erotic, but it was, and usually ended up with them making love against the counter, when Ronald was out of course, or in the hall closet when he was around. Her appetite for his body was never satisfied, she craved more, always.

After they ate their fill they found themselves cuddled in a blanket by the fire. Marlena had found a book of poetry in her room and, when asked, John would read from the pages. The crackling of the fire, mixed with his voice put her in a peaceful trance. One from which she hoped she would never wake up. When he thought she wasn’t paying attention, Marlena would watch him as he read. Many times his eyes would be closed. He knew the poems, nearly every one, by heart.

Marlena had seen Shannon a handful of times, but every run in was like a tornado. Shannon would run in the house ask a question, steal an apple, kiss Ronald on the cheek, and then be gone in an instant. Marlena questioned John about her behavior, and he confirmed that she wasn’t acting like herself lately. That made Marlena curious; she hoped it wasn’t her presence preventing Shannon from keeping a close relationship with John. Although, Marlena mused, Shannon didn’t seem like the kind of person to let another affect her. Regardless, Marlena vowed to find a way to reach out to Shannon before she left. It was important to John, even though he hadn’t said as much.

It was finally Saturday; John had made Marlena promise to wait to see the town until he could accompany her. His excitement rubbed off on her. There was an eagerness to show her things special to him, a waterfall on the way into town, a field of daisies, a cliff overlooking the ocean… she didn’t know how she deserved such a thoughtful, romantic man. She counted her blessings every day. She had been through enough to know not to take the unexpected for granted.

They reached the small town, mostly composed of houses. There was a pub, and a general store, a small antique store where John bought Marlena a charm bracelet. They strolled hand in hand down the cobblestone streets until John abruptly turned to her. “It’s Saturday!”

Marlena cocked an eyebrow at him. “Yes, it is.”

“Come on.” He tugged on her hand and quickened their pace. After ten minutes or so of walking, and Marlena hassling him about their destination, they stopped at a large field. In the middle was a wooden stadium. Cheers could be heard from inside. Beyond that were the undeniable colours of a fairground. A ferris wheel spun lazily, suspended chairs whirled in the air, and tents for games were lined up beside each other. John saw her eyes light up and pulled her along.

* * * * * *

Two stuffed bears were tucked under her right arm, one Monkey hung down her back, its Velcro hands connected at her neck, and a stuffed snake was coiled around her left arm. “I look ridiculous.”

“You look gorgeous.”

“I can’t believe you won all this stuff in one try. I didn’t think that was possible.”

“I guess I’m just the best there is.” John breathed on his knuckles and rubbed them on his shirt.

She handed over the two teddies. Hitching her head toward the stadium she asked, “What’s going on in there?”

“Dog racing.”

“Oh no, really?”

He nodded. “It’s a big thing around here.” He frowned. “Well, not in this town usually, but in Ireland.”

“It’s the same way in the States.”

Reaching for his hand, she linked her fingers with his. Marlena squinted. “Do you see that?”

A sleek greyhound sprinted toward them and skidded to a halt before nearly running into their legs. The shaking dog whimpered and hid behind them. A few seconds later, she could see why it had been running.

A plump, balding man jogged breathlessly from the stadium, holding a long cane in his hand. Only when he got closer could Marlena understand what he had been yelling. It was the dog’s name. “Andromeda! Get back ‘ere! Ye good fer nothin mutt. Andromeda! Yer gonna get a beatin!”

Marlena passed her winnings to John and knelt down to the dog. At first it was hesitant of her touch, but allowed it. Its stomach was pulled in tighter than natural, most likely it was being starved, its legs were covered in sores from being overworked and not taken care of. Its coat was rough, not smooth as it should have been, and shudders took over her body every few seconds.

Marlena soothed the dog until the owner was beside them. He smiled at them. “Sorry about me mutt, she don’t listen too well.”

Marlena smiled back sweetly. “What was your name?”

“Brenden Kelly.” He replied with pride, pushing out his chest and extending his hand. She ignored the gesture.

“Is this your dog?”

“Aye. She’s me only one at the moment. Thinkin of gettin rid o’her, hasn’t won me a race in months.”

“What do you plan to do with her?”

The man shrugged, but a sly smile covered his face. “Come on Andromeda ye rat.”

“I don’t think so.”

“I beg yer pardon miss?” He emphasized the “s” sound out.

“I think you heard me.”

“That’s me dog ye’ve got behind ye there, I suggest ye be givin ‘er back.”

“Or what? This dog is quite obviously been mistreated, and I’d gladly file a report for investigation.”

“That’d be a waste o’yer time, love, people got better things to do then worry ‘bout some mutt.”

“Oh trust me, my people would make an acception.”

“Yer bluffing.”

“Maybe, but can you really be sure?” She dug in her pocket and pulled out a hundred dollar bill and handed it to him. “For the dog.”

He shook his head. “That’s a racin dog there,” He pointed down at Andromeda, “she’s worth way more than…”

“Not with the way you’ve been treating her Mr. Kelly!”

He stood with his mouth open and then turned to John.

John put his palms up in surrender. “The lady fights her own battles.”

“Not only do I have people who would gladly take your racing license after investigation, but I am a member of GPL, and I know many people in that organization that know more people that would gladly harass you into giving up your license.” She held her hand out again. “Now either take the money for your dog, or lose everything later.”

Mr. Kelly’s glare moved from Marlena, to John, and finally landed on Andromeda. The man gave the dog one last stare, enough to extract a whimper, and then snatched the money and stalked away, cane in hand.

After he was out of sight, Marlena knelt down. “We’re going to have to get you fixed up, aren’t we sweetheart?”

She looked up at John. “Hope you aren’t allergic.”
Andromeda was hesitant at first, sniffing out every corner of a room before moving to the next. They had picked up dog food, a leash, food dishes, a dog bed, and a few toys on their way home.

It didn’t take long for Andromeda to warm up to Marlena, but she was cautious around John. They put the dog bed in the sun room; the one Marlena was so drawn to. She said that Andromeda would want to be in the sun as often as possible, that greyhounds liked to lazy around when they were inside.

The three of them were sitting in the living room together, watching the rain through the large windows. Ronald peeked in. “I have some business out of town for a few days.”

John nodded at him. He already knew. “Be safe Ron.”

“Ye take care of that pretty lass o’yers.”

Andromeda lifted her head to find the voice that interrupted her peace.

“Who’s that lad?”

“Her name’s Andromeda, Marlena rescued her.” John stated proudly.

“Hm Andromeda.” Ronald mused. “Destiny in the stars. Interesting reminder.” Then he was gone.

Marlena cocked her head at John. “What was he talking about?”

“Andromeda is a constellation.” He said dismissively.

“I knew that, but what did he mean about a reminder? And destiny?”

John pulled her closer to him and kissed her cheek. “Don’t you believe in fate? That everything happens for a reason?”

“I used to.”

“Until?”

“After DJ was taken, and then Samantha was murdered…” She trailed off. “I just don’t see a point to their deaths. But don’t change the subject, what was Ronald talking about?”

“Nothing important.”

She propped herself up to look at him. “You are going to tell me what you and Ronald talk about all the time right?”

“What do you mean?”

“Don’t try to fool me John Black. I know there’s something going on.”

“It’s not the right time Doc.” He rested his chin on her head.

“Will there ever be a right time?”

“Yes. I promise.”

“Don’t make promises you don’t intend on keeping.”

“I don’t.”

“Good.” She paused, and then said quietly, “I don’t like secrets.”

“Neither do I.” John turned her around to face him and kissed her sweetly. “Do you want to tell me what’s in the box? I found it underneath your pillow again.”

Marlena froze and tried to free herself from his arms but he held onto her tightly.

Her demeanor had changed so drastically, he was startled. “Hey, it’s alright, if you aren’t ready to tell me…”

“I’ll never be ready to tell you!” She shouted. “Why do you need to know so badly? Why can’t you just leave it alone?!” Tears began streaming down her cheeks in her rant. She was trying desperately to release herself from his grasp.

“I’m sorry,” He pulled her to him and locked his arms around her, “it’s alright. I’m sorry. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.” She was sobbing into his chest. He rocked her gently and stroked her hair. Sobs turned into whimpers, and finally she fell into a deep sleep.

When she woke, she was still in his arms. “Hey there beautiful. How are you feeling?”

“Better.” Her voice was still coated with sleep.

“Good. Are you hungry?”

* * * * * *
Two days later

“Shannon it’s John.”

“I know.”

“Are you busy?”

“Ah…”

“I’m going to take that as a no. I want you to come over for dinner tonight.”

“John, that’s sweet, but I…”

“I won’t take no as an answer, be here at six.” He lowered his voice. “And you may want to eat first.”

“Eat before dinner? Why?”

“Marlena’s cooking. Last time she nearly burned down the kitchen.”

“And ye aren’t gonna help the poor lass?”

“Are you kidding? She doesn’t want me looking over her shoulder. I just sit in the other room with the fire extinguisher.”

Shannon giggled nervously. “I’ll help her.”

“Oh would you? Thank you so much! But don’t tell her I…”

“I offered John, ye didn’t ask.”

“Thank you so much, I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

* * * * * *

Shannon showed up, and let herself in through the kitchen door. Marlena was hovering over a cook book, holding a knife in one hand, a carrot in the other.

“Marlena?”

She jumped. “You’re early.”

“I though ye’d want a hand.”

Marlena frowned. “John didn’t ask you to…”

Shannon threw a hand up. “No he didn’t ask me.”

Marlena emptied both hands, letting the clutter fall to the counter. “I’m so lost in a kitchen. I don’t know why I wanted to try to do this again.”

“Do ye enjoy cooking?”

Marlena shook her head. “No, I hate preparing the food, I just like eating it.”

“What about baking?”

Her eyes went wide with fear. “There’s a difference?”

Shannon laughed and then cut herself off with a hand over her mouth. Gaining back her composure she explained. “Have ye ever made cookies or brownies?”

“My sister and I used to help the nanny when she did.”

“I have a proposition for ye then. I,” She pointed to herself, “will make the meal, and you,” pointed at Marlena, “will make the dessert.”

“Oh no! I couldn’t invite you to dinner and have you make it for me.”

“It’s no trouble. No more arguments. Besides, I need to do something with me hands or I get restless.” She smiled. “Now, fetch a bowl.”

Shannon showed Marlena around the kitchen, instructing her which ingredients she would need. Before long, they were both working on the island talking across the counter, moving about the kitchen around each other comfortably. Marlena pulled out two glasses and filled them with wine.

John was shooed out when he came in to inspect. Andromeda puttered in for a quick drink of water from her silver dish and then left, paying no attention to the two women in the room.

Shannon was chopping some cucumbers for a salad when she glanced desperately at Marlena. The look was so short that Marlena thought she had imagined it. Her instincts kicked in though, and she questioned.

“Shannon, is there something bothering you?”

“Nay,” She smiled to prove her point. “I’m just fine.”

“Not to pry, but, I am a psychiatrist. I do know how to read people, especially when there is something they are holding back. You don’t have to tell me what it is, I don’t want to be in your business, but I want you to know that anything you tell me won’t be repeated if you don’t want it to be.”

Shannon’s hands slowed as she listened to Marlena’s words, but still she was silent.

Marlena went on. “If it has anything to do with me, I want you to know…”

Shannon cut her off. “Oh no. This has nothin to do with ye. I…”

“No, listen, I know it must be hard that John has another woman in his life. You were the only female influence up till now. I want you to know that you are still very important to John. And he’s worried about you. I don’t want you to feel like I’m going to keep you two apart. I want us to be friends.”

“I do too Marlena… I just…”

“If you give me a chance, I think we could…”

Shannon finally blurted her secret out. “I’m pregnant.”
Dinner was quiet, not the way Marlena expected it to be. It was supposed to be lively, entertaining and full of laughter, even if it was solely John and Shannon’s laughter ringing with memories. What she didn’t expect was for the room to be silent, save for the utensils scraping against the plates. But that is what she received.

John had walked into the room seconds after Shannon revealed her secret. Marlena’s first reaction was to ask who the father was, but couldn’t after John’s interruption. Well, not without making the evening extremely uncomfortable, not that it hadn’t become that way already.

Shannon kept sending her pleading looks, and Marlena wasn’t sure how to react, other than to keep eating and remain silent. Well at least pretend to eat. She knew that Shannon and John had been sexually active together for a while before his relationship with her. That made her nervous. What happened if Shannon was pregnant with John’s baby? That could get very messy. She knew how much John valued his responsibilities. Could she understand his decision if he figured that being with Shannon was the right one?

* * * * * * *

Marlena didn’t get a chance to talk to Shannon before she headed home, and was sorry for that. She could see the desperation in her eyes when she was hugging John goodbye, and it was evident when she squeezed Marlena extra tight at her departure. Marlena hadn’t pinned Shannon as physically affectionate, and guessed she was correct. But under the circumstances, Marelena could understand why she showed her emotions with touch. Words weren’t acceptable.

When she was gone, Marlena snuggled into bed, with John beside her, lost in thought. What would happen?! How messy could it really get?! How awkward could it really become?! Would she become the outsider?

She felt John’s hand on her waist, venturing toward her centre, slowly, but provocatively. Marlena’s body reacted without instruction, turning toward him. His fingers splayed across her stomach, and then slid underneath her panties. Inhaling deeply, she covered his hand with hers when he found the place that made her whimper innocently. Without fail, she wrapped an arm around his neck and brought his lips to hers. He moved his fingers faster, then slowed them purposefully, prolonging her release. She could feel herself tighten, and arch toward him. She bit her lip hard, and let out a moan when she felt herself contract against his fingers.

When he positioned himself over her though, all she could hear was Shannon’s voice, revealing her secret, whispering to her in the darkness of the room, echoing words of a baby.

Marlena turned her head to the side when John swooped for a kiss. He pulled away surprised. “Are you alright?”

Nodding, she licked her lips. “I’m just tired.”

He rolled off of her, knowing it was a lie. “Are you sure that’s all?”

She nodded again. “Sorry.” She glanced uneasily at the roof. “Could you hold me?”

Without hesitation, he pulled her into his arms and gently stroked her hair. She fell into disturbing dreams shortly after.

* * * * * * *

John was on the phone from the moment he woke up until at least noon. Marlena didn’t want to sit around and wait for the pleasure of his company. She preferred it over most things, but didn’t want to ache for it as she did, so she entertained herself.

After getting Devon’s voice mail, she put Andromeda on a leash, and ventured outside. Shannon’s house is where she ended up, even though she hadn’t realized it was her house she stood outside. It was only when the red haired beauty emerged from the front door did Marlena have confirmation.

Shannon invited her in, and they sat across the kitchen table, both lost in thought.

It was Marlena who asked the question. “Is it John’s?”

Shannon’s cynical laughter caught Marlena off guard. “Oh heaven’s no!”

The gush of air that fled from Marlena’s lung surprised her as her hand flew to her chest. “Thank God!” She looked up at Shannon and tried to backtrack. “I mean, not ‘thank God’, but…”

Shannon laughed. “No, no. Tisn’t John’s.”

After taking a minute to calm her fluttering stomach Marlena questioned. “So, who’s the father then?”

Shannon fidgeted with the cup of tea that was in front of her. “John hired me a helper. He swore he hadn’t been payin the man, but I forced the truth from ‘im. After a long, heated discussion, we ended up… well…” She looked away sheepishly. “Men usually don’t stand up to me the way he did… I guess…”

Marlena was smiling at her. The girl was obviously smitten. This was more than just a fling. “You like this man?”

Shannon snorted. “That’s silly. Nay, I—I… don’t know what to do about the baby.”

Marlena was relieved but she needed to be absolutely positive. “And you’re sure it’s not John’s?”

“I’m only two month along, John’s been gone fer over three months. Believe me lass, yer man is still yers.” Her voice wasn’t condescending, but comforting, supportive. Marlena appreciated that.

“Well, then you have some options…”

Shannon corrected Marlena’s misunderstanding. “I’m keepin her.”

“Her?”

“Just a feelin.” She absently rubbed her stomach. “I never thought I was very maternal, but knowin I have her inside me…”

Marlena smiled. “It’s an intense feeling. Scary though,” She said knowingly.

“You have a child?”

Her smile faded. “No, not anymore.” Bringing tea to her lips, she waited for Shannon’s inquiry, it didn’t come. All the red head said was, “I’m sorry.”

Marlena was surprised when she revealed more. “His name was DJ, he was so sweet. He was just a baby when he was taken away from us.”

“Marlena, Jesus, I’m sorry. I hadn’t realized. If this is too hard fer ye…”

“No, no, please. I’m so glad you confided in me, I wouldn’t have it any other way. DJ passed away a long time ago, I’ve been through pregnancies and births with friends, I’m alright. Don’t worry.”

Shannon reached across the table and squeezed Marlena’s arm briefly.

“So, what are you trying to decide then, about the baby I mean?”

“I don’t know whether to tell the father or not. He’s plannin to leave soon.”

“Why? Where is he going?”

“I no longer need his assistance. Most of the work fer the season is finished, and I didn’t think he’d want to stay another.”

“What did he say when you told him that?”

“He offered to stay, said he wanted to stay. I told him it wasn’t necessary.”

“Did he want to stay for the work or,” she paused, “for you?”

Shannon stood, and poured herself more tea, keeping her back to Marlena. “Both.”

“Is he a good man?”

She turned and leaned against the counter. “He must be if John trusted him ‘round me. But I don’t know the lad. What would ye do?”

“I can’t answer that for you Shannon. If he’s a good man, if you think he’d be a good father, and he wants to stay, I think he has a right to know. But this is really your call.”

“What if he decides he doesn’t want a baby, and leaves?”

“Then you’ll be in the same position you are now. He’s leaving, and you’re staying, with a baby. Granted the emotions will shift, but you are a very strong woman.

Shannon raised her chin. “I’ve never had to rely on a man before. Not in that sense.”

“There you go. Now, it’s really your choice Shannon, and you know John and I will support whatever decision you make.”

“John can’t know!”

Marlena was surprised. “Why not? He’s going to know eventually, your belly will tell all.”

“Not yet. That’s why I wanted to talk to ye. I wanna figure everything out meself before I tell him.”

“I understand.” Marlena thought about the previous night and how she was standoffish toward John. Now all she wanted to do was throw herself into his arms.

* * * * * *

Tony knocked the on the doorframe. “Stefano, may I come in?”

Stefano grunted and shuffled through some papers before sitting back in his chair. He looked at Tony who had planted himself in the chair across from him.

“You wanted to see me?”

“It’s done.” Stefano said, picking up his already lit cigar and taking a puff.

“What’s done?”

He leisurely blew out smoke. “The invitations. They’re sent.”

Tony felt a chill. “You said we were going to wait!”

Stefano shrugged. “Things change.”

“You said were going to wait for our cousins to come around!” Tony knew he was fighting a losing battle.

“We don’t need them.”

“But you said…”

Stefano cut him off abruptly with a fist slamming down on his desk. Slowly raising a finger, he pointed it at his brother. “Are you questioning me?”

“No, of course not, but…”

“Are you the one with the information?”

Tony frowned. Stefano constantly held that over his head, and made Tony do the grunt work. Resentment was starting to surface, but Stefano still held the cards, Tony couldn’t bluff. “What did the invitations say?”

Stefano waved a hand in dismissal. “The details aren’t important. It’s about the church, sent from the Father, and I’ve already received two replies stating their attendance.”

Tony felt uneasy about the mass meeting. Stefano had been planning something Tony was not aware of, and he could sense it. The hard part would be to play mediator incase anything got out of hand. Stefano was known for extremes. Tony just hoped that there would be something, or someone to stop him…
Unclipping Andromeda’s leash, Marlena gave the dog a pat before it trotted away. Marlena kicked off her shoes and headed for the kitchen. The sweater she had thrown on suddenly didn’t feel warm enough, and she wrapped her arms around herself, trying to ward off the chill. It didn’t help. Talking with Shannon should have lifted a weight off her shoulders, and of course it did in a way, but, there was something nagging her now. She couldn’t seem to shake the feeling.

Shivering, she put the kettle on, and sat at the kitchen table, drawing her knees up.

* * * * *

John found her this way, staring out the large windows, the kettle screaming. Uneasiness crawled around the room. Removing the kettle from the burner, and turning the heat off, he approached his beauty.

He knelt in front of her, she still hadn’t acknowledged him. Hazel eyes wide, lips pinched together, knuckles white as they clutched her elbows bending around her knees. He thought about their earlier discussion of how he joked that she was made of porcelain. Now, the comparison was eerie.

The hand he reached out with was cautious, gentle. “Baby?”

She jumped as though his voice was thunder. Her eyes immediately filled with tears, and her hand flew to her mouth, covering her quivering lips.

“Oh, God.” Pulling on her arms, she fell onto the floor, into his lap. She wrapped herself tightly around him and cried into the crook of his neck. “Hey, baby, sh, what is it?” The pain of having her cry was unimaginable to John. He wanted to catch every tear for her.

After a moment, he tried pulling back to look at her face, but she just held him firmly and cried in a muffled voice, “No. Please.”

“OK.” Soothing words and moving hands on her back was all John could do to calm her. Her sobs began to quiet when Ron burst into the room.

Marlena and John both turned to look at him.

“Ye better pack soon John, there’s movement.”

* * * * * *

Marlena was ready to rip her hair out. They had moved from the kitchen to the bedroom, and with the change came a dramatic switch of emotions. All John had said was that he needed to leave. He disregarded all her questions, and she wasn’t sure when they had stepped on the merry-go-round, but she was getting dizzy.

“Just tell me what’s going on!” She shouted.

“I have to leave!” He shouted back.

Letting out a frustrated grunt, she sat on his suitcase that was half full with clothes. He turned around with a handful of shirts and stopped when he saw her. “Marlena!” He warned. “Let me pack.”

“Ronald said you didn’t need to leave for a week!”

“That’s right! But I need to pack just incase those plans change!”

“What’s going to change?! What is this business? Why don’t you trust me?”

“I do trust you.” He began piling clothes on the bed. “I just don’t think you’ll believe me when I tell you.”

“Try me.”

“You’re going to think I’m insane.”

“Oh good,” She said sarcastically, “then my opinion of you won’t change.”

Pausing to send her a nasty look, he continued to pile his clothes up on the bed. Frustration was getting the better of her, so she reached out and grabbed his wrists, stilling him. “Please, John. Don’t starting treating me like an invalid like they did.” The pleading in her eyes was too much for him.

“Fine!” It came out forcefully, though that wasn’t how he meant it. Taking a deep breath, he sat down on a loveseat across the room. Marlena joined him there.

John sat forward and put his elbows on his knees, bending his head to rake his fingers through his hair. Where was he supposed to start? “I—Well, Ronald and I—Well…”

The touch of her hand on his neck calmed him. “I’m listening John.”

He angled his body toward her and took her hand in his. While tracing small circles on her palm for distraction, he began. “I’m sure you’ve noticed Ronald and me talking a lot about plans. They’re more than plans, they’re—fate.”

“Fate?”

John nodded.

“Go on.”

“This is where it gets a little hard to believe.”

“Ok. Now you’ve warned me, and I’m ready.”

“What was your religious background like?”

“We were raised Catholic. My father was religious, so we went to church, but since my mother didn’t have a religious upbringing, it wasn’t forced upon us.”

John nodded. “I didn’t have much of a religious upbringing. My father wasn’t so religious, but my mother was raised strict catholic. I went to church every Sunday I could remember until my mother passed away. Then my father wouldn’t let us go anymore. I used to ask, it was an attachment to my mother I didn’t want to let go. The church reminded me of her, but my father refused.”

John stood and began to pace. “After my mother passed, my father took me with him on his trips. The words he spoke, and his actions, were so contradictory. First, he would say there was no set plan in life, then he would speak of fate. He’d swear there was no God, but we always ended up at the church talking with priests. I couldn’t understand as a boy what was going on. I still didn’t fully understand until my father’s death led to Ronald taking me under his wing.

“I was always aware of the Prophecy, even more so after my mother had gone. It wasn’t a matter of believing it or not, it simply… was.”

“The Prophecy?” Marlena whispered.

John put his hands on his hips and hung his head in exhaustion. “I don’t expect you to understand, or believe me, or even accept what I’m saying.” He took a deep breath. “I am one of many that are to fulfill the Prophecy. This is bigger than me, Marlena, bigger than Ronald, bigger than all of us.”

“What exactly does the Prophecy say?”

John shook his head. “I don’t know.”

“You’ve been living your life according to a Prophecy you haven’t heard?”

“It’s not that simple, but if you were to put it in those terms the answer would be yes. There are more people involved in this Marlena, Ronald for example. He knows what the Prophecy says; he is the one that holds the knowledge.”

“And in this instance, knowledge is power?”

“Yes and no. With simple knowledge, the Prophecy would be a myth. There are others involved here.”

“How exactly are you involved?”

“Fate.”

“Explain that.”

“I can’t. I don’t know how.”

“Try.”

“I don’t know why I was chosen, or why my father was chosen, or why my grandfather was chosen. We’re selected by the stars, by fate, by God maybe. I don’t know. All I do know is that something happened to the past generations of men that have brought them to the same place I am right now.”

“And where is that?”

“I don’t know exactly. I know this sounds crazy, but trust me when I say, this is no myth. It’s dangerous, it’s vicious, and if it gets out of hand, I want you to know that I’m willing to do whatever it takes to protect you.”

“But what could happen?”

John looked away. “I don’t want to get into that right now.”

Marlena had heard enough anyway. The words that had slipped so easily, so trustingly from John’s mouth, were ludicrous. But she couldn’t help but shiver when she heard them. There was truth ringing in there, and it was the logistics of her brain that was trying to keep her from believing. But her instincts were screaming from the inside, chilling her on the outside.

She had one more question. “Why didn’t Ronald tell you the Prophecy?”

“That’s his job.”

“Appointed by whom?”

“Again, fate. But also his father, and his father before that. This is a chain, we’re all linked, all intertwined. It’s his job to keep this knowledge for me. Sometimes certain things can get in the way of making rational decision, it’s Ronald’s job to be the mediator, the neutral. I don’t know what I’m meant to do, but when the time comes, he’ll let me know.”

Marlena sighed. Fatigue had replaced the anger, the confusion. Now all she wanted to do was sleep. She stood up to go to John, but as soon as she did, the world around her began spinning. She could see John bolt toward her as the word spiraled into darkness.
Marlena woke up frantic and gasping for air.

Her hair was plastered to her forehead from sweat and her whole body was shaking. She tried to sit up, still in a daze, but felt John’s hand on her shoulder gently guiding her back to the pillow.

“Sleep now baby, it’s OK. I’m right here, and I’m not going anywhere.”

The sound of his voice allowed her to relax and she felt a cool cloth on her face as she drifted off again.

The next time she woke, it was less enthusiastically, but still she felt panicked. She slipped a hand beneath her pillow and ran her fingers against the smooth velvet of the box she guarded. Even with her eyes still closed, she knew John was there, an arm’s length away.

She automatically reached out for him, and pulled him to her, chest to chest. His arms slid around her, finding the curves in her back to rest in securely.

“Are you OK?” His voice was like that of a child’s, so soft, so afraid.

She wanted to reassure him, but she was so deep in her own turmoil to know how. She knew any words meant to be consoling would sound pathetic and untrue.

“It was all the same.” Marlena whispered.

“What was?”

John sat up to look at her and helped her to sit up. He positioned a pillow behind her and she slouched against the headboard when it was in place. Their hands were clasped tightly between them.

Marlena continued. “The smell, the feeling, the lighting, the hallway… it was just like reliving it.”

John, trying desperately to understand, asked, “Does this have something to do with that bracelet?”

Marlena bowed her head as she exhaled slowly. Reaching behind her, she pulled the box from beneath the pillow.

“When Samantha and I turned 13,” Marlena started, her focus still on the box, “our parent’s gave us each a bracelet. Mine had an M engraved on the inside, Sam’s, obviously, an ‘S’.

We wore them everywhere; we felt so grown up.

A month or two later, I lost mine. We looked for it everywhere, ripped the house apart, but it was gone. I was sick to my stomach thinking about how to tell my parents.

I hated confrontation.

“I sat in the living room for hours waiting for my mom and dad to get home. I remember the butterflies in my stomach when I heard the door open.

But before I even knew what was happening, Sam clipped her bracelet on me and ran to my parents to confess.

I was so nervous that I let her take the blame.

My parents didn’t get too upset, but did give the ‘I’m very disappointed’ speech and grounded her for being irresponsible. I couldn’t believe she took the blame, and took my punishment without second thought or regret.

“From then on, we shared the bracelet, switching every week. When we moved out, Sam took it with her, but on our birthday that year, she wrapped it and gave it to me.

There was a newly engraved ‘M’ beside her ‘S’ on the inside. The next year, I sent it back to her and that went on until she passed away.”

Marlena fell silent. Thinking of those memories made her smile. The bracelet didn’t remind her of good times anymore though. Every time she saw it, she saw….

Marlena shuddered. John ran a reassuring hand down her arm. She gave a weak smile and continued.

“She had the bracelet the year she was murdered. I remember the phone call asking me to come down to the morgue to sign some papers. I hadn’t been told exactly what happened to her at that point, just that she was in an accident. So when they asked me to identify the body, I had no objections.”

“Why didn’t they ask Tony?”

“He was out of town on business and we were still trying to get a hold of him.

“I was in such a daze, in shock. I remember going down the stairs and walking down a long hallway. The clicks of my heels were echoing loudly off the walls and all I could smell was concrete, and flesh.


“The gurney was in the middle of the room, and she was covered with a sheet. I remember wondering why she wasn’t in a black zippered bag. The man in the room was young, mid twenties maybe. He was the one that had called me, I recognized his voice immediately. He asked if I was there to identify Samantha Dimeras, and then asked for ID.” Marlena’s hands were shaking and her voice was unsteady.

“The man moved around the gurney and as he did, he bumped it slightly. Sam’s arm fell out from underneath the sheet exposing a perfectly manicured hand and wrist with the bracelet clasped. My eyes went from the bracelet directly to the face that was now uncovered.”


Marlena’s eyes went wide and her voice became harsh and unfamiliar as she explained what she saw. “Her skin had been blown off most of her face leaving her teeth and jaw bone completely exposed with flesh hanging off in chunks. Half her head of hair was burned off leaving bubbled patches, skull, and burned blonde spikes. She looked like a body that had been decaying for weeks. Her eyelids were gone, so was one of her eyeballs. The other was staring at the ceiling. She looked like she was screaming.”

Marlena began sobbing now, and John moved beside her, pulling her close.

“I screamed and felt my knees buckle beneath me. I didn’t hit the floor though, someone was holding up me. I could hear him reprimanding the younger one, telling him to cover Sam up. It turned out that the young man was new, and he had made a mistake. I obviously wasn’t supposed to see the body, but it was too late. Way too late. Whenever I see the bracelet now I expect to look up and see her mangled face. But I can’t get rid of it because it was the last thing we shared. I didn’t realize they gave it to Tony. I assumed it was buried with her. “ Marlena frowned.

“It amazed me how her hand to her elbow didn’t have a scratch when the rest of her body was such a mess.”

Marlena was taking quick, choppy breaths as the tears rolled freely down her cheeks.

“I’m so sorry.” John didn’t know what else to say as he rocked her gently in his arms. “Thank you for telling me that.”

After a while of silence, Marlena spoke up. “Did I faint?”

“Yes. We had a doctor in here; luckily you were sleeping so you couldn’t protest.” He teased. “He said anxiety, and dehydration.”

“Dehydration? Really?”

“He said you were only slightly dehydrated. Leave it up to you to get dehydrated in a country that rarely stops raining.

And speaking of which.” He reached over and grabbed the glass of water on the nightstand beside him and offered it to her.”

She shook her head. “I’m not thirsty.”

“And you wonder why you’re dehydrated.” He said with a crooked smile. “Please? Indulge me.”

She accepted it from him and took an exaggerated sip. When the glass was back safely on the nightstand, she put her head on John’s chest and let herself fall asleep again. Maybe for the last time.

Marlena woke up again while it was dark. John had changed her into another nightgown while she slept. She only faintly remembered. He was now lying on his side, facing her, with an arm draped protectively over her body. She touched his face lightly and pressed her lips against his, leaving them there until she felt a response.

She slipped her hand beneath the fabric of his shorts. Taking him in her hand, she stroked him, every movement bringing him back from his dreams.

By the time he was fully awake, he was hard for her. He found her lips and kissed her with an urgency he had never felt before. His hands began roaming her body, pulling her clothes off. She pushed his boxers down, and off, before climbing on top of him.

John looked up at her; Marlena’s naked body glowed in the moonlight that spilled through the window. Blond hair fell below her shoulders and framed her face as she looked down at her lover. John reached up, wrapped his fingers around the back of her neck, and pulled her face down to his. Their tongue’s mingled in a soft kiss that became more intense when Marlena reached between them and guided John into her. John gasped at the feeling, and she paused to smile before she began rocking slowly.

From her first movement they could feel their passion building. Marlena leaned back and ground her hips faster against John. She was moaning and biting her lips. She leaned forward and put her cheek against John’s, still rocking against him, and whispered, “I love you.”

John had never felt those words more deeply than at that moment and he wrapped his arms around her as he felt her start to shake and contract. She orgasmed loudly, with John’s name on her lips. Patiently, John let the waves subside as she rocked slowly against him.

John flipped them over and set a new rhythm. He swooped to kiss her neck, letting his tongue drag lightly along her skin to her collarbone. She shivered with pleasure and arched her back instinctively, throwing her head back to allow his lips more access. He took a nipple in his mouth and teased it with his teeth.

Marlena’s breath caught in her throat and she let out a groan. “Faster.”

John took her arms and held them above her head, linking their hands together as he pushed harder and faster into her. Her long legs wound around his back and she could feel it all building again. She was moaning with every thrust, and she could feel herself tightening. John clenched his teeth, he could feel how close she was, and it was driving him crazy. He knew he wouldn’t be able to hang on for much longer, but at the very last moment they released together. The room was spinning, their bodies were sweating. When their pleasured cries quieted, their heavy breathing filled the space. They stayed intertwined for a long while, their hearts pounding, and their breath remaining ragged. When John finally withdrew, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her bare shoulder.

“I Love you.”

Marlena sighed, and with slight pain lacing her words she whispered back. “I love you so.” She linked a hand with his and pulled his arm tighter around her.

John snuggled closer and held her as close to his body as he could without crushing her.

Marlena drifted lazily into a light sleep, but woke when she heard John’s breathing steady. She slipped quietly from his arms thinking, what a perfect way to say goodbye.

She packed quickly and quietly, taking only what she needed to get her home. Her passport, a change of clothes, the bracelet, and some cash. Scattered make-up remained on the bathroom counter untouched, and clothes draped on various pieces of furniture were forgotten.

Marlena wiped a stray tear from her face, and slung her small bag over her shoulder. She couldn’t risk waking John, so she kept her distance and whispered her goodbyes under breath. Would he forgive her for this? Could he? The aching she felt to stay and climb back into bed with him was unbearable. She took a hesitant step toward him as her will power faltered. But not a moment later did she regain her resolve and straighten. She turned and fled silently before his beautiful face could convince her to stay.

She couldn’t stop now as she made her way, as quickly as her protesting legs would carry her, to Ron’s room. Thoughts and doubts clouded her certainty and she wondered why she was doing this. But she tried to block out the negativity invading on her common sense as she forced her fist up to the door.

Marlena heard what sounded like a welcome, but she could only tell from the tone. She knew she couldn’t wait for confirmation and she let herself in. Ronald, impeccably groomed as always, was leaning against the hearth, watching the small fire crackle below him.

Marlena had a moment of uneasiness. Maybe she was wrong. Maybe he’d tell her she didn’t have to leave. Maybe…

Ron turned to face her. His sad, tired eyes made his flawless appearance look disheveled. They also confirmed and mirrored Marlena’s fears.

Marlena felt her body sad and the door behind her click shut as she involuntarily leaned against it for support. Ronald reached for an unopened bottle of water and found himself at her side, guiding her to a chair. This was the first time Marlena had stepped foot in this room. She tried to take it in, as he insisted she sip some water and steady herself.

The ceiling was impossibly high and the king size four post bed seemed small in the large space. Marlena was seated on one of the two chocolate brown leather chairs angled in front of the large fireplace. Matching deep brown drapes covered the long glass windows. It reminded her of a library that just happened to be missing thousands of books and matching shelves. She could easily imagine the tall rolling ladder that would have been necessary to reach the highest shelf. It seemed so fitting. She felt safe here. Safe to think openly. Maybe that had been the appealing factor for Ron as well.

Marlena kept her eyes on the wall as her words rushed out in a whisper. “Why am I here?”

Ron straightened and took a seat in the chair opposite Marlena. At first all he could achieve was a shake of his head. Then a sigh.

“I…” Marlena started, not waiting for his reply. “I’ve been having this dream…”

She faltered, hoped she wouldn’t have to go on. The pain was rising and flowing through her blood. But Ron’s pained expression gave no outs.

With a shaky voice, she continued. “I’m in a church. In Salem. But, there’s a room I’ve never seen before. I can hear voices coming from that room, voices that sound so familiar to me. They’re whispering at first, but I can hear the anger in their tone. Then… more voices, these ones I don’t recognize. Then the whispering turns to shouting, and it keeps getting louder and louder. I’m scared, and I want to leave, but for some reason I know I have to stay. I try to peek through the door, but I can’t see. And then all I remember is a very bright light and feeling John’s hand on my face. I can hear his voice, but it’s faint… so far away. But he’s safe, I don’t know how I know, but I… I helped.

Marlena sipped from the bottle she still held in her hand. “This doesn’t make any sense does it?”

“Not really.” Ron frowned. “But it will I’m sure. Marlena…” He said with thoughtful eyes, “I don’t know why, and I don’t know how, but yer a vital piece of the puzzle. I don’t even know how big yer part is, it may just be glimmer, a distraction… but I know the puzzle won’t be complete without ye.”

Ron sagged in his chair. “I wish there were more I could tell ye lass. I wish I could promise a happy ending for ye both. But I can’t. I can only offer ye the words of the prophecy and let ya make up yer own mind ’bout it.”

Marlena shook her head no. “I can’t hear anything more than what’s in my head right now. Than what my heart is telling me to do. But I need to know…” Pausing, she took a deep breath and closed her eyes. “If I go, will John be OK?”

“He’ll live if that’s what ye be askin’.”

Marlena nodded slowly. “Will I?”

When Ron hesitated, Marlena’s hand flew up. “Don’t answer that. My courage is already shaky enough.”

Marlena would sacrifice her life for John’s in a moment. Anytime, anywhere, without hesitation. There was no question about it. What worried her was the aftermath. How would John feel when he found out she was gone? If Marlena had to live without John, if he died…. She shivered at the thought. There was no way she’d be able to go on. She wouldn’t know how. She closed her eyes and begged God to keep John going, to keep him alive.

Ron was startled when Marlena stood up and started pacing in front of the fireplace. A rant accompanied the movement. She was speaking so quickly she was barely audible. “This is ludicrous… living and dying… sacrificing… dreams, all these dreams, they don’t really mean anything do they? I’m losing my mind. I’m sure of it. John should know… No, he shouldn’t… The prophecy, I can’t invest in this, it could ruin John’s life!…”

Ron stood up and took her by the shoulders, stilling her. He didn’t even need to say anything to her, because she knew. She knew it was real, she knew this was now her reality. Tears were stinging her eyes. She was hoping she’d be able to go through with this without having any selfish feelings holding her back. But her heart was begging her to go back to John, pleading for her to pretend that none of this was happening. The tears spilled over and slid quickly down her cheeks. Her voice was a whisper. “This is going to help and protect many more people isn’t it?”

Ron’s Irish accent seemed thicker with sadness laced in. “Aye, lass. T’will help thousands. At least that’s what is written.”

Marlena straightened herself, swiping at the remaining tears on her face. With no more uncertainty, no more uneasiness, she said “Tell me what I have to do.”