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Clearly this was not what the punker was talking about. Standing back to her feet, Izette made her way over to the necromancer and slowly moved away the cloth that was covering her face to reveal her soft pale skin. They were now eye level with one another and the punker could only smirk. They woman before her may have been younger than her by a few years, but it was hard to believe that she was this naive.

“I wasn’t talking about that kinda going out, Rellybean.” There was a little bit of a chuckle to her voice but she still continued to smile. This would probably be familiar to the woman seeing as it was the one that she would give Rell when she was growing up. It was kind, warm, and supportive, but there was still a bit of mischief in it that Izette was practically notorious for. Giving the woman a pat on her shoulder the punker laughed as she folded her arms across her chest.

“I was more talking about going out with your friends for fun...or strutting your stuff with perhaps a boy of somesort.” All of Rell’s clothing didn’t seem to fit this category, they were all travelling clothing that were meant to protect her from the elements. This was no good, especially according to Izzy’s books of fashion. With the mention of the boy Izette spoke of, she proceeded to make a kissy face and chuckle. She had no idea that this was actually an element of seriousness.

“You know, stuff that makes you feel hot and sexy.” If there was one thing this dimwitted woman knew, was that every woman deserved to feel this way. Whether they were all work or all play, every woman deserved to feel that way. And this was probably a lesson that Rell was well used too, especially seeing as Izette was an aunt by association.

Well their conversation went from cheerful to banter to depressing.

“Don’t worry babe, you got me now.”Clearly this was time for a Izzy moment. Grabbing the woman’s hands, the punker continued to smile. Although this woman had been alone and sheltered for a good time now, she had now met probably the biggest change in her life. Rell had now met the punker woman.

“Now come on. I think we should go for a shopping trip!” Practically dragging her towards the door the punker laughed and was ready for their new adventure. “I refuse a woman your age not feel sexy once in their lives.” For some reason, Izzy sounded rather passionate about this for some reason. Clearly, Rell’s behaviour required her to have a confidence boost.

And this was something that Izette Asis Prechtl was actually decent as.

“We’re going to make you not just look hotter, but feel hotter as well!” A loud cackle left her lips as her boot made contact with the door and practically knocked it off of it’s hinges. Maybe leaving now wasn’t going to be such a good idea seeing that Izzy had traditionally broke the door down and left it unlocked. But than again, a shopping trip may have been exactly what Rell needed.

John was sitting in his hospital bed, chomping down on a big, fat, greasy burger. The type that had wilted lettuce and a big fried egg in the center, the type you get from a street-side vendor, which was where Hono'o had gotten it from when he begged her to find him some 'real' food.

He'd been kept in 'observation' for almost three days now....three more then he wanted, but after skedaddling so quickly last time with nothing to show for it but more strokes, he figured it was best to stick around and let the egg-heads poke and probe him.

It had been interesting. They had taken samples of every type of fluid he could imagine of, biopsies of his brain and spinal tissue, even took a sample from his eye, and everything came back saying he was absolutely healthy.

Except he kept getting headaches. Excruciating headaches. The type that stops you in your tracks and makes you want to double up in agony. At first the doctors thought something had gone wrong from the surgery, but after more CT scans revealed nothing else out of the ordinary besides the insane amount of scar tissue within his brain, they concluded that the surgery, though unorthodox, had proved successful.

Then they figured it was some type of outside source....but that was quickly dismissed. Hono'o and John lived a clean life - John specifically because he knew what having a dirty home and environment did to people. And besides - his Asgardian genetics gave him a well boosted immune system. Poisons and rotten food barely bothered him, let alone infections.

There was only one other problem they needed to talk about...

John heard a knock on the door, and looked up a little guiltly. "C'm in..." He said with a mouthful of food, switching off the television and sitting up a little more as the specialist walked into the room.

"Hello Mr. Tomorrow. How are we feeling today?" The man asked John, approaching the end of his bed to read his chart. "...Where is Miss Raven?"

John jerked his thumb to the door on the side of the room, where the shower and the toilet was. The sound of the shower came out clear through the thin wooden door, and the specialist nodded knowingly, before looking to the entrance to the room...

John's smile faltered as Verandi entered the room - she rubbed him the wrong way, sher seemed so strange...but it grew a little brighter as Dr. Grace entered. "Not bad, considering I keep having these damn migraines..." John said, his voice a little strained as he felt himself staring at Dr. Verandi for some reason, another migraine seeming to creep in behind his eyes as his sight settled on her shape...

As everything froze. Time seemed to stand still, grinding to a halt from Verandi's perspective...John was frozen on the bed, pushing his fist into fist into his forehead, his face perpetually scrunched in pain like a statue...Grace and the specialist were standing stock still...

As Verandi felt two hands, broad and hard, the hands of a warrior born, slip over her hips slowly, as if appearing from within her doctors coat itself...and a voice, thick with age and wisdom, spoke softly into her ear, wisping into it like smoke.

"Hello dear..." The voice said as something smelt her hair, the thick voice shuddering in ecstasy. "...Oh, you smell divine..."

The voice was alluring to her, for some reason, as she felt one of the hands begin to slowly stroke over her hip in gentle circles. "...Do you remember the times we had...dp you know who I am?"

Verandi could pull the same trick herself with time, but all the same her eyes widened in surprise behind the dark glasses. "Oh my.. oh my, oh my, oh my!"

Her head turned ever so slightly from side to side, her free hand moving to her hip as if she would clasp the hand there... "I remember you, although I was quite a bit closer to the mortal the last time we had a chance to chat... I thought you were gone, faded away like so many of the others!"

She actually leaned back against that ghostly chest, eyes closing again with a smile. "I wasn't sure I could really be surprised anymore, but you managed it all the same!"

He wasn't real... he had no willing host, no hand made avatar, hell most of the universe had forgotten him when he lost the great battle, and yet he was there! Not just wishful thinking on the part of Blind Fate... he was really there!

She would feel his chin, the strong jawline, the thick, course beard that flowed from it as her fingers caressed his sun-browned flesh...

"Your purpose is to position him proper, my dear..." The thick, strong voice whispered as the hand holding the skirt began to gently trail it's fingers up and down the inside of her thigh, the knuckles gently grazing the white, soft, smooth flesh, up and down, slowly, ever so slowly... "...I have been guiding him, but he will need you there...Fate, after all, is what binds us all..."

"I didn't see you... I still see the possibility that the lost prince holds, he is a pivot point for the fates of many if he can be positioned correctly... but you are still lost to my sight. Why can't I see you?"

"Because, my dear..." The voice whispered into her ear as the hand still upon her hip slowly traced its way up her body, running over her smooth belly and between her soft breasts to gently caress her chin, turning her head to the side as the other hand, trailing within her thigh, moved slowly upward to disappear beneath her skirt.

"...In the land of the blind, the one eyed-man is king."

She would feel his lips press against hers, his tounge...he tasted like the cosmos...and his touch....his touch was divinity incarnate...

"...I shall call you when the time comes, my dear...but know this..." He whispered into her lips as the kiss came to pass. "...Your quest will be over soon."

Then he was gone, in the blink of an eye. His taste lingered on her lips, his touch stayed with her body...and John lowered his hand, squinting in surprise.

"Wow...that was weird. I just..." He murmured. It was like a great, intense flash of pain - then nothing. Blood dripped from his nose suddenly, and he reached for a tissue from the box beside the bed, cramming it against his nostril. Time was flowing properly again - it was like Verandi's visitor had never even existed...