The children gathered around the fire to listen to the Shaman relate the old stories, the legends of their past. Though many of the children saw them strictly as stories of fantasy, there was that one special one. The young girl who sat at the Shaman's right side listened intently to the stories and tried to memorize them, as he had requested that she do. Callie sat and listened. She loved these stories of the Warrior Princess who had managed to save her people from the approaching evil brought by the white man.
     Around the outer ring of the fire, the parents stood and enjoyed the stories also; all but two, over in the corner.
     "Come on, this is ridiculous. These things have no basis in fact. She should not be listening to them," said the young man.
     "Callie needs to know about her past. It's important you know what her bloodline is; I've told you this before," Tara stated, and told her husband, "You be still."
     "You can't really believe the ancient legends, can you?" He was once again doubting his wife's sanity, or at least her belief in legends. They had argued about this almost from the day young Callie was born.
     Tara simply looked at him and smiled. She knew that whatever was to be, would be, and Callie would follow her own course. If it was the course of legend, it would be interesting indeed. But for now she would keep those thoughts to herself. Tara watched as her husband stormed off into the night, swearing his daughter would never live in a world of legends.

     Callie stared out the window, and pondered: her life had been a strange combination of her mother's world of mythology and her father's world of scientific fact. She wondered how different would her life have been if her mother had controlled her destiny. Her father had removed her from the reservation, from her friends and her people. It was her father who forced her to attend medical school. Though at the time she hated it, now she did not regret it. But her parents were gone now, and the old legends seemed very far away on this night. It had been a very nasty day; "difficult" was putting it mildly. But it was late and the day would start far too early in the morning.
     As she lay down she looked up at the dream catcher the Shaman had given her. "Do your job! You've been letting me down lately, " she whispered. Callie had been having dreams, very dark and threatening to the people she cared most about. She had always believed in the power of the dream catcher but perhaps these were more, perhaps these were premonitions. She did not want to think of that now. The idea of premonitions bothered her. Her father's beliefs had been strongly embedded in her. He had opened so many doors for her, but at such a high price-- tearing her away from the reservation and her people, but he had also made it possible for her to go to medical school and to become a doctor. But he had made her doubt her mother's beliefs, and perhaps her own. At times she wondered what she believed anymore.
     At 1 am the phone is quite annoying. Callie stirred and swatted at it, knocking it to the floor. "Hello. . . Grandfather, what's wrong?" Suddenly very awake, she listened intently to what was being said. "The CDC did what? Leave it to them. Ok, ok, let me see what I can do. Are the tribal elders truly that upset with everyone right now? All right, all right, let me see what I can find out and I'll get back to you, yes, yes, good night. Love you."
     As she hung up the phone, the computer seemed the logical place to start. **Hack the CDC database, see what they already know.** It took only a few minutes for Callie to gain the information she needed. **Boy, their codes are so simple. ** Her search confirmed her worst fears and confirmed all that her grandfather had said. But what to do now?
     Sitting on the edge of the bed she could only think of one thing. There was only one person she trusted, who had the clout to get her back to the reservation, and to help her people. She dialed the number.
     "Hello, Daniel, it's Callie. Yes, I know it's late, but I need your help. Don't have anywhere else I can turn. There's a problem at the reservation, some sort of virus. CDC personnel have been there, but the tribal elders threw them off the area. Now the military is surrounding them to isolate it. Sound scared? I am scared. I have all the files the CDC has logged to date. You know better than to ask a question like that. ...Yes, be there in two hours, thanks."

     The black car pulled to the gate. Callie identified herself and was immediately cleared through. A security officer met her at the door, stating he was to escort her to Dr. Cassian. **Oh, so formal around here, I'm going to have to remember that.** It had taken her a few seconds to respond; her mind on what lay ahead. The security officer led her down a hallway. Looking down she saw the people she had heard so much about. **I wonder if they are truly as good as Daniel thinks. They're going to have to be. . . if any of them are going to survive.** She followed the security guard to a conference room where Cassian was waiting for her. The security guard left, closing the door behind him.
     Daniel smiled, "So what's the problem?"

     An hour later Marcase, Shiroma, and Hailey were paged to come to the conference room. No one knew why, only that a Dr. Callie Gadler had been cleared through security, with orders that she be brought immediately to Cassian.
     As the three entered the conference room, they saw Cassian and a young woman sitting, going over information, both looking very concerned.
     Cassian looked up. "Come in, come in, we need to get started." He quickly performed introductions around the loop. Callie felt that she knew most of them: Daniel had told her so much about them. They all looked at her a little skeptically.
     "Callie has bought us an interesting problem. I've made some phone calls and we've been given clearance to investigate," Daniel stated rather plainly. Callie looked around; they seemed to accept these statements without question. "Callie, can you explain what happening?"
     **I think I will keep this pure facts, I don't think they're ready for the rest.** Taking a deep breath she began, "A week ago a strange virus manifested itself on the Wind River Reservation in Wyoming. The virus strikes quickly and is lethal within 48 to 72 hours..."
     Edward Marcase interrupted to ask, "Hasn't the CDC been called in?"

     "Dr. Marcase, the CDC was called in. However, these people are a strange mixture. They value modern medicine but also cling to the old ways of the Shaman and tribal ritual. The first thing the CDC did was challenge the Shaman. This was not a very smart thing to do. The people were scared and chased the CDC off the reservation. The CDC called in the military to surround the reservation and keep the people confined. Currently, it's a very tense situation in general. Now, if I may get back to what I was saying, here are the files the CDC had from the time they were there."
     Callie put several pictures up on the monitor screens and passed out the small amount of information the CDC had. "As you can see, it's not much. The one thing the CDC has determined is that it is not airborne, which is a blessing."
     "Excuse me," Marcase began.
     **What, again? Daniel was right, he is full of questions.**
     "But I have two questions. First, how were you notified of this, and second, how did you get this information? CDC is not usually open with its ongoing investigations."
     Callie took a deep breath before she answered that. "Well, Doctor, for your first question, my grandfather called me. My mother was born and raised on the Wind River reservation. As for the second, you don't need to know."
     With that, Cassian stood up and stated, "We have a plane leaving in three hours. Go pack," and left the room, taking Callie with him.
     The three left around the table looked at each other, a little confused and worried over what the CDC had found.
     "So that's Callie," Hailey stated simply.
     "You know her?" Shiroma asked. She and Marcase looked shocked by the fact that Hailey seemed to know this Doctor Gadler.
     "No, only rumors. They have a friendship that goes back years. There was speculation that she would be a member of this team from the go."
     "They seem awfully close. What's her background?" Marcase asked, leaving several thoughts unstated.
     "Molecular Biology. We'd better get our equipment together." With that, Hailey left the room with the others following.

     The trip out was the longest she had ever known. Even as a child, Callie had not remembered it taking so long. As they drove to the gate she was horrified to see that her village had become an armed camp. The military only heightened her fear of what she would see when they entered. The trip out had also been very educational. She had watched the interplay of the team. They obviously did not trust Daniel, especially Dr. Marcase. This attitude was totally incomprehensible to her; it seemed she had known him forever and would trust him with her life and the life of her people. She also noted that they seemed suspicious of her. Why? They did not even know her.
     As they approached the blockade, Hailey rolled down the window and addressed the guard. Callie looked out the window and saw a very familiar face. She had known him at the CDC. **No wonder this has gotten so far out of hand. They could not have made a worse choice to send here.** The doctor she saw standing by the officer was all science; to him people were little more than lab rats. It was no wonder her people had rebelled.
     Hailey and Cassian exited the car to talk to the officer, leaving the rest of them to wait. Upon returning, they drove through the barricade and towards the village. A part of Callie realized just how good it was to be home. This had always been and would always be her home. It was a tie that she did not understand.
     Callie quietly directed them towards the hospital. She noted the fires and the symbols of her people. They were trying desperately to chase the evil from the village. She knew that would not work for this was a battle that would be fought not only in the lab, but also in a far more powerful place.
     Arriving at the hospital, her companions seemed surprised at the building.
     "What were you expecting, a hovel? " she said, slightly annoyed. "Come with me." Callie could not be more annoyed with the attitude she was seeing. But this was not the time for it.
     Callie led the way to the administrator's office. "Marcus, I've brought some friends to help. This is Dr. Daniel Cassian, Dr. Edward Marcase, Dr. Kimberly Shiroma, and their associate, Michael Hailey. This is Marcus Collins, hospital administrator. Marcus, they've come to help."
     Marcus looked at the group standing in front of him. They needed all the help they could get but after the nightmare the CDC had put them through he was not quick to trust anyone from the outside. Yet Callie had brought them here and Cassian's name rang bells-- he had heard the old man speak of a special friend she had made. Looking at him he did not think Cassian was her type.
     "It's good to have the help. We need it desperately. I have given you complete clearance to all facilities and people. We currently have over 100 cases and have lost an additional 60 people." He could see the shock registering on all of their faces. Obviously her grandfather had not told her everything. " Callie phoned me that you would be bringing some of your own equipment. We will have it moved to the lab immediately."
     Cassian stepped forward. "Good, the equipment is in the van. We would like to get started immediately."
     Marcus nodded. "Follow me."
     Leading the way down the hallway he wished he'd had a chance to talk to Callie about all of this, but she was in deep conversation with Cassian. He found himself wishing he could overhear.
     "Are you all right with coming back here?" Daniel spoke softly. He did not what the others to hear the conversation.
     "Strangely enough, I'm fine, Dan, really. This for some reason feels very right, like a cycle completing itself. I've known something was wrong for days, just not what." Callie smiled. She knew the look he was giving her. It was a look of doubt that she had seen before, but she knew he trusted her instincts.
     A young nurse approached the group. "Dr. Gadler? This just arrived for you." She handed Callie the envelope. Callie really did not have to read it; she knew whom it was from and could guess what it said. As she read it, she knew events have begun.
     Looking at Cassian, she said, "Daniel, I have to go meet with someone. I'll catch up with all of you later."
     Cassian nodded. He too had guessed whom the letter was from. "All right, we will talk later." Looking at the others he said, "Let's get to work."
     As the rest hurried towards the, lab Callie turned and left the hospital, heading towards the forest.

     Callie headed down the path. She had always enjoyed these woods, always felt comfortable here. But this time she kept her attention on what she was here to do. Ahead was a small wood cabin. Callie could not help but smile as she entered; it was like stepping back in time. The cabin had not changed in almost 100 years: it was still lit by candles and animal skins hung on the walls. She always thought that it looked much as it must have in her grandmother's youth. In the center of the cabin sat an old man. Callie paused in the doorway; she would never disrupt the Shaman's meditations.
     The Shaman looked up " Come in, Child. I've been expecting you."
     Callie entered the cabin and sat down facing the Shaman.

     Back at the hospital, word had spread quickly that there were new doctors in town. They were greeted with a mixture of hope and caution. They had begun running tests on the samples that they had drawn from the victims. It had been almost two hours and Callie had not returned. Marcase had begun to wonder just who this young doctor was and what her ties to Cassian were.
     As they waited for the sample to return from the test, he asked, "Cassian, how long have you known Dr. Gadler?"
     Cassian shrugged. "For years." Cassian returned his attention to the printouts he was working on.
     **Typically vague answer** Marcase thought. "She seems to have quite a bit of influence around here."
     Cassian looked up; he knew he would have to give him some sort of answer but he hated to discuss Callie. He tended to guard this relationship as strongly as she did, and knew the question Marcase had asked was not what he wanted to know. "Her grandfather called her-- he is the shaman, that's all."
      Shiroma entered with the newest batch of test results, and Cassian was let off the hook.

     As the sun began to set, Callie watched the candle light flicker on the walls of the cabin. The Shaman looked up. "You are troubled, Child. Torn between two worlds as always, aren't you?"
     Callie smiled: the old man had always been able to tell what she was thinking. "Yes, Grandfather, I am. I have been having dreams for weeks now, showing me what was happening here. I wish I understood why. You called me home for more than just this epidemic, didn't you?"
     The old man nodded. "It was time for you to come home. I see you brought him with you and other outsiders."
     "Grandfather, they can help. I needed Daniel's clout to get past the military. I would never have been able to get past the blockade without them. As for his team, they are used to dealing with the unusual and have a respect for peoples' feelings and culture."
     The Shaman quietly watched Callie explain. Though some of what she said was correct, he also knew she would want Cassian here as her friend. She might need him before this was over. "Very well, I will give them my support, providing that they respect our people."
     "They will, I promise. Thank you." Callie had known he would support her decision.

     "Do you remember the story of Kitanna?"
     Callie nodded. She was not sure where this conversation was headed but did not make any comment.
     "Good. That is information you will need in the future. Your father returned you to his world for a very special reason. He was frightened. You have a direct bloodline to Kitanna. So much of what you have done with your life parallels hers." The Shaman paused, noting Callie's shocked expression. The cabin got very quiet. He knew she needed time to digest what she was being told. This was far too important for her people. If he was right, she was the one who would inherit what Kitanna had promised her people almost 300 years ago.
     Callie looked up. "I don't understand. My father knew about all of this? That's why he took me away?"
     The pain in her voice was evident. The Shaman hated what he was having to do but it was necessary--though perhaps not all at once. "Child, yes, he did. But this has been a long day and I grow tired. There is time to discuss all of this. I am sure your friends are probably wondering where you are. Why don't you go back and see how they are progressing? We will talk again."
     Callie looked at her watch. It had gotten very late. "Yes, I think that would be a good idea. We will talk again. Thanks again for your support. The people must be helped."
     The Shaman only nodded. He knew Callie needed to pull back and digest what she had learned that night. He watched Callie leave the cabin, knowing she would be back.

     Callie found her way back to the hospital only to find that Cassian and the others had turned in for the night. She could only sigh. She really needed to talk to Daniel now but guessed that it would have to wait until morning. As she approached the area that had been set up for all of them she saw a lone figure sitting on the porch. She should have known he would still be up, and he was obviously waiting for her. As she approached, he could see she was in great distress. She stopped and looked at him as she reached the top of the stairs. It had been years since he had seen that look and he did not much like it.
     Cassian held out his arms with a smile. "Come here."
     Callie threw herself into Cassian's arms and started to cry.
     "What's wrong?" he whispered.
     Little did either of them know that another pair of eyes was watching this scene. Though the intruder was fearful of Cassian's presence, things were progressing as planned. He would have preferred to have Callie vulnerable and alone but nothing would stop him from getting the secret from the old shaman.

     It had been a long time since Callie had cried. She was not the type to show her emotions; she valued strength above a lot of things. But it felt very good to let it out, especially while being held in Daniel's arms. As for Cassian, he was getting more worried by the moment. It was not like his friend to cry, let alone like this. He knew better then to ask her anything at this point until she calmed down. Whatever the Shaman had said to her had shaken her very badly. All he could do was sit and wait until she was capable of telling him what was happening.
     The intruder in the woods watched this scene with a certain amount of satisfaction. The pieces had begun to fall into place, and it confirmed what he had always believed: that Callie was not nearly as strong as she would like others to think He knew he would not get any further information tonight, even if he approached the couple. He was convinced they would not answer any questions. He turned down the path and headed into the woods. He needed to touch base with his partner.

     The dark figure approached a small barn and entered. There was one light on and a man sitting at the table reading some papers. He looked up.
     "Well, it's about time, Marcus. You were supposed to be here an hour ago and I do not appreciate being kept waiting."
     Marcus entered with a smug look. "Oh, please. With what I just witnessed, our plans are going along perfectly."
     The other man watched him. "Well, are you going to keep me in suspense or what? After all, I am the one who has been funding this little escapade."
     "All right, Alex. On my way here I went by the complex where this team Callie brought in to help with the virus is staying. Watched a very interesting exchange between her and Cassian." Seeing that his partner still did not have a clue, he continued "She had just returned from the Shaman, and the poor dear was quite upset. It was rather obvious that the old fool had at least told her some of it. All the years of work to develop the virus has finally paid off. Now that Callie is here, she should soon be able to claim the treasure."
     Marcus's partner got interested. "You speak of treasure but have shown me nothing and I am getting a little upset. I'm about ready to pull your funding unless something happens soon."
     ** Narrow minded fool ** Marcus thought. Oh, there was a treasure all right, but not the kind of treasure this fool believed. It was the potential for domination. But first Marcus knew he would have to placate his partner with something.
     "Over three hundred years ago there lived a princess, Kitanna. She was no ordinary woman. She was a warrior who defended her people from the evil that white man brought to this land. The virus I created mimics the one that killed most of the tribe all those centuries ago. Kitanna had access to many things. One was a treasure--the real reason they all came. Kitanna promised that a time would come when her descendant would be able to claim that treasure. And I intend to be there when she does."
     Alex looked at him, wondering if he were mad. "Does she have any idea of just how deep your hatred of her runs, or is it something else I'm seeing?"
     Marcus scowled at him. "My only interest is the promise and the gift. However, I must admit if Callie suffers too, so be it. She will get what she deserves."
     Alex decided he had best leave it at that. "Ah, so there is some revenge you want as well. That's all right, my friend, revenge can be as powerful a motivation as greed. You shall have to tell me some time exactly what it is she did to you."
     Marcus was not in the mood to talk further and they left the barn to go their separate ways. Marcus was thinking he would need to put on his administrator face in the morning to help Callie's new friends. **Little witch, you're going to get exactly what you deserve** he thought with a certain amount of enjoyment.

     After a while Callie lifted her head off his shoulder and looked at Cassian. "Sorry about that."
     He replied, smiling, "About what? Are you ready to tell me what's wrong?"
     Callie knew the choice was hers but she needed to work through what was happening. "I wish I knew, at least for sure. Grandfather told me a lot tonight. The good news is that he will support our being here and the research. That should keep any trouble to minimum and insure the cooperation you and your team need."
     Cassian sat and watched, not saying a word. He knew her well enough to know that this information was not what had caused her reaction earlier. He waited patiently for her to continue.
     "For almost a month now I have been having the most terrifying dreams about a dark presence threatening my people. I could never quite see who or what it was. When grandfather called, I thought it was this virus that I had been sensing. Now I'm not so sure. Grandfather dropped some pretty heavy information on me tonight, though I think that it was not all there is to tell. He seemed to stop short as if I needed time to digest what I had been told."
     Callie paused; looking up, she had to smile. Cassian might not believe as she did in dreams and portents but he knew she needed to get this out and was going to give her all the room she needed.
     "He reminded me of the stories of Kitanna. Think I may have told you those a long time ago. Some reference to a promise she made to her people. A promise her descendant would keep. He told me I was of Kitanna's line and that is why my father took me away from here to live in his world. It's all so confusing, everything I was told about why we left, I'm not sure what's true anymore." Callie paused, not being able to stifle a yawn.
     Cassian smiled. "You're exhausted. It's been at least a couple of days since you got a decent amount of sleep. Come on, I'll walk you to your room. We have a lot of things to discuss in the morning."
     Callie looked at him feeling very guilty: she had not asked if he and his people had found anything. "Have you found something out about what's happening here, what's affecting them?"
     "No, we have some results but they're pretty much inconclusive at the moment. And from the looks of you, you really could not process the information right now anyway. It's been a long day, come on. It's bed time."
     She laughed taking his had as they entered.
     The house was dark and quiet. It was very comfortable for Callie to rest her head on Daniel's shoulder; it was nice to draw on that strength. She did not feel very strong at the moment, and it was good to have him here.
     When they got to the door Callie turned gave him a hug and kiss on cheek.
     "Sleep well, you need it," Daniel said.
     "Yes, Dad."
     He cringed at her statement; it was an old joke with a long history. Though it bothered him, at least she was making an attempt to joke and that was a good sign. Cassian waited for Callie to close the door.
     As he turned to go to his room, he almost ran over Shiroma. "Something, Kim?"
     Shiroma looked at him with a new understanding and smiled. "No, nothing at all. Good night," she said, returning to her room.

     Cassian walked to his room thinking of his conversation. He did not want to believe what Callie had said and was not sure she even realized what she said. Could it be possible? Was this all an elaborate trap for Callie to fulfill some sort of ancient legend? He found it a difficult idea to contemplate. He did not share the belief in mysticism that Callie, or for that matter Marcase, shared. They had more in common then either one of them knew. But Callie had known things to happen before they did. No, He could not think about that now; they needed to approach this in a very orderly and logical way. If it turned out that someone was behind this he would deal with that when it was required. It had been a long night and he too needed to get some sleep. Cassian had the feeling it was going to be any better tomorrow.

     The next morning things had settled down quite a bit. Callie had regained much of the composure that she had lost the night before. Everyone looked up as she entered the briefing room, She was still upset but the only one who could tell was Cassian. Around the conference table sat Shiroma, Marcase, Hailey, and Marcus: everyone who would be needed to stop this nightmare.
     "My apologies for being late. I needed to check on a few things. Have I missed much?" Callie asked.
     Marcase stood up. "No, we are just getting started."
     For the next hour they went over the preliminary results which showed that they seemed to be dealing with at least three generations of the virus, and they had not yet tested all the patients.
      **Wow, they are good. They had only a few hours yesterday** Callie thought.
     The briefing lasted almost an hour. Marcus shifted nervously the entire time. Outsiders would think that he was an administrator with a hospital in trouble. The truth was, he had not expected them to begin isolating the virus so quickly, that was why he had developed multiple generations of the virus. Marcus knew for his plan to work he would need to stay very close to slow them down. He needed time; he only hoped he could get it.
     At the end of the briefing, Cassian stood up. "Dr. Gadler, why don't you and Dr. Shiroma continue with the lab work while Dr. Marcase and myself will visit the areas where the victims were found. Mr. Collins, could you provide us with a guide?"
     Marcus stood up. "Of course. If you will follow me--?" He led them out of the hospital.
     Callie and Shiroma returned to the lab.
     "Dr. Gadler?" Shiroma asked.
     "Please call me Callie, I'm more comfortable with that," Callie responded with a smile.
     "Then please call me Kim. I was thinking that perhaps we could split this up by generations."
     "That sounds good. What I find fascinating is that all the generations still have the same symptoms. Let's get to work," Callie stated, and turned her attention to the microscope.
     They worked for hours. It did not make any sense; three distinct versions of the virus that gave the same symptoms. The more she thought about it, the more the symptoms seemed familiar. She just wished she could remember where or when she had heard of them.
     After a few more hours Shiroma looked up. "Callie, I don't know about you but I need a break. How about some coffee?"
     Callie looked up. She had not realized just how much time had passed and she definitely could use a break. "And how about a snack? I need a sugar fix."
     Shiroma nodded and the two women left the lab and headed to the cafeteria.
     Shiroma watched Callie for a few moments. She really liked her and had to admit she was dying of curiosity about her and Cassian. She had never seen Cassian the way he was around Callie. "Callie, can I ask you a personal question?"
     Callie grinned. "Sure, but I do hold the right not to answer."
     "You seem to have known Cassian for a long time. When did you two meet?"
     Callie had to admit it was the best way she had ever heard the question asked. It was obvious Kim was trying not to offend. "I've known Daniel for years. He was one of the first people I met when my father took me away from here. It did not make a lot of sense, but for some reason we became fast friends. Over the years we have been through a lot together. I guess the easiest way to say it he is my friend, it's as simple and at times as complicated as that. He is the one person I trust without doubt, and with my life it came to that. Does that answer your question?" Callie stopped and watched Kim's reaction.
     As for Shiroma, she had gotten far more information then she had anticipated. It seemed obvious that the Cassian Callie knew was far different than the one that she and Marcase had come to know. **Very interesting** she thought.
     Before the two women had a chance to continue their conversation, Hailey walked in. He could see that they were having a rather deep conversation. He suspected it was not about the virus they were working on. He slowed to give them a chance to notice his presence. "The others just got back. Cassian wants a meeting in the conference room in ten minutes."
     With that he turned and walked away.
     Callie and Shiroma looked at each other and laughed. Neither had seen a grown man with such good self-preservation instincts. They left and headed to the conference room to meet up with the others. While Shiroma and Callie had been studying the virus itself, they had gone off in search of a common link. Cassian explained that they could find no link that could tie all the cases together. Callie and Shiroma looked at each other in shock: maybe they were right. The look, however, did not go unnoticed.
     "Ladies, you found something?" Cassian asked.
     "Nothing conclusive. The mutations between generations are very distinct and very precise. Each generation is more virulent then the next but each still presents the same symptoms. Callie and I have discussed this and we find it hard to believe that these mutations occurred naturally. And with no discernible link between patients..." Shiroma stopped.
     "You're saying someone is doing this on purpose?" Marcase asked.
     Both Callie and Shiroma nodded. "It does look like that could be what we're dealing with-- a man- made virus."
     Callie's words fell on dead air, as everyone in the room was lost in their own thoughts.
     Cassian looked around the room. "For the moment, let's keep that hypothesis to ourselves. There is no need to alarm people unnecessarily." ** Or for that matter, tip our hand to soon** he thought.
     At that moment, Marcus strolled in. "Forgive me, hospital business. Any progress?"
     Cassian rehashed everything they had just gone over, all the technical data. Marcus only sat and nodded, glad that they had not put together as much as he had feared yet. As the meeting broke up, he headed out of the hospital to his meeting with Alex, who was becoming increasingly impatient. Marcus knew he could deliver at least part of what he had promised-- untreated, the third generation of the virus was 80 to 85 percent lethal, which was what had been requested. Marcus figured Alex had a buyer lined up. A virus that could be delivered with pinpoint accuracy fetched a high price on the weapons market. But if this team could develop a cure as well-- sell both, now that could pull a truly high price. As for the rest, Alex did not understand the reason for moving cautiously. The legend said that only a descendent of Kitanna could claim her promise and that when the dark times came again this descendent could claim what would be needed to save her people. Callie had been gone a long time; there were many things she simply did not remember. If he moved too quickly she might just leave, and then she would never recover the treasure. Marcus had engineered the virus to mimic the symptoms that the legend spoke of, but still Callie was not putting it together. He could not help but wonder if she was losing some of her sharpness. Perhaps her father's arrogance in removing her and hiding her in his world had caused too much damage. He could not be sure. He would succeed, that was for sure. Callie would in the end claim the necklace and its power and he would take that from her. The legends indicated the necklace was made of the finest silver with fire red stones, as well as several types of precious gemstones. He would give Alex the necklace and the gemstones as well as the other miscellaneous pieces that were said to belong to Kitanna when the time came. The only part of that he was truly interested in was the fire red stones. If he was right, they were the key.
     Marcus entered the room only to be met by an angry Alex.
     "Where have you been? My buyers are starting to get nervous for the virus."
     This was going to be a long meeting. "Alex, let's make a proposal to your buyers." Marcus began to lay out his plans for selling not only virus but perhaps an antidote. As long as Alex's buyers did not use the virus before they had both, it would work.
     Alex contemplated the idea. Was Marcus stalling? His idea did have merit. "All right. But this is going to cost you."
     Marcus looked concerned. "Cost me what?" he asked.
     Alex smiled. "I want information, my friend. Why do you hate Dr. Gadler?"
     Marcus looked up. He needed time and this was one way to get it. Marcus sighed. "Ok, if you must know, Callie and I grew up together. We were almost inseparable, at least until her father and that grandfather of hers got in the picture. One trying to convince her she had a destiny, the other wanting her as far away as possible from this place and everyone in it."
     Alex had been right; there was far more to this story than met the eye. He suspected as Marcus continued about his childhood friend that Dr. Gadler might tell a far different story, especially when Marcus launched into a tirade about how she was a snob. Alex had been to the reservation to get a look at the young woman who could elicit such a response in the normally calm Marcus. He had seen none of what he was being told.
     After a while Marcus stopped. "Is that enough?" he asked snidely, for that was all he was going to tell. Alex did not deserve to know more.
     Alex nodded and Marcus stormed out of the room.

     That evening was the harvest festival. The team had not wanted to go, but Callie had convinced them that it was as important to the morale of her people as the work they had been doing. The tests in the morning should confirm whether or not this was a man made virus, or a naturally occurring one.
     The harvest festival was a party to celebrate life, and right now her people badly needed it. It also gave the team a chance to get to know the tribe and the tribe to get to know them. Callie wished she'd had a chance to talk to Cassian before they came. She had not liked what had happened at the hospital and wanted answers, but this was not the time. This was a time to enjoy the lights, the fireworks, the music and dancing. For the first time Callie actually began to relax and she danced with both Marcase and Hailey. To the surprise of the team, she even got Cassian out on the dance floor. She was probably the only one who could pull that off, they all thought.
     As the evening wore on, the Shaman called all of them to the fire. This was the time that Callie loved; this was the story telling time. These were the legends of her people. She settled in next to Cassian to listen.
     The old man started slowly, explaining that they had guests tonight and it was quite important that they understand that these were more than stories: this was their history.
     Back when the world was new, the tribe had settled in these hills. They had always been peaceful people not used to the ways of war and not suited for combat. They had developed a rich and varied culture based on a strong belief in ancestral spirits, and the lessons of the past. As the white man's influence spread towards the West the tribe heard of them. Pale skins who brought strange ideas and ways but they also brought decease and death. The tribe began to band together to turn their hunting skills into the skills of warfare. But they were badly outnumbered. In this time of turmoil the chief's wife gave birth to a child, a girl, Kitanna. The Shaman at the time realized that this was a special child with special gifts, so he asked the chief for the opportunity to train Kitanna for what was to come. The Chief agreed, and Kitanna began a lifetime of training in the ways of war, medicine, and magic.
     The Shaman continued the story, engrossing everyone in it. Of how the dark times came with plague and sickness and Death. Callie hated this part of the story and seldom paid much attention. Kitanna had managed to use her skills to cure the plague brought by the white man. With that she created her legends as a great healer but there was more. The intruders left this land never to return. In the legend Kitanna had used the dream mist to drive out the intruders, though she feared they would one day return. Kitanna had protected her people but was troubled by what she had seen. If the Whites continued on their course they would not only destroy the planet but all who lived on it. Kitanna watched for the signs. In a dream she had a warning of a black presence among her people, a presence that would bring death and destruction to them. The time came she began to form a plan that would protect them. She gathered specimens of plants and herbs she had used and disappeared into the high mountains, leaving behind a daughter and the man she loved. She had chosen another course and knew that a normal life could never be hers. Behind her Kitanna left a promise that when the time was right a descendent would come to claim her abilities and fight the approaching darkness. This descendent would walk in both worlds and be able to save her people.
     Callie smiled; she loved the story and loved to watch people's faces as they listened. But this night her thoughts were troubled by many things, from both ancient and modern times.
     "Daniel, let's take a walk. I really need to talk to you," she whispered.
     Cassian looked up and nodded, suspecting he knew at least what part of the conversation would be about: Marcus. He was still unsure of how much he should express. At this point they were just suspicions. Cassian got up and followed her down the small trail; both were unaware of the angry glance that followed their departure.
     Callie led the way to a small creek bed and sat down on the rock. "You suspect Marcus of somehow being involved in this, don't you?" she asked softly.
     "Yes, that's why I did not want your suspicions stated. Whoever is doing this would need help on the inside, and that help would need to be well placed," Cassian answered, watching to see what her reaction would be.
     Callie thought long and hard. She had never doubted Cassian. For all the time she had known him, Cassian had the annoying habit of being right, but Marcus? "If we are right about the virus being man-made then I agree that whoever is doing this would need help, and well placed help at that. I find it hard to believe that Marcus would be involved in such a thing. He grew up here; these are his people too. It does not make any sense."
     "Money, envy-- there are a lot of reasons why people betray those that they are close to. I may be wrong, but until we can find out please be careful around him. If he is involved and feels trapped, he could get dangerous. I don't want him coming after you."
     Callie nodded; she did not want to be careful around a man she considered a friend and yet...Cassian had gotten what he wanted.
     "The story we were listening to tonight, is that the one the Shaman wanted you to remember?" he asked
     "Yes, though I'm still not sure why. I suspect he thinks that I am the descendent referred to in Kitanna's legend. It all seems silly today, but the other night it was frightening. Freaked me out pretty good didn't it?" Callie laughed.
     "Is there more to the story?" Cassian asked.
     "Yes, it seems that part of the legend is that Kitanna created a cave somewhere in the mountains where she protected the plants she had used to save her people. She had gave up everything she loved to protect her people. For years the tribe came and she was able to help them. When she died, it was said that they buried her in the cave to let her spirit guard her secrets till the day that her descendent came to claim what was rightfully hers. Not only the secret to what was going in the cave but the secret to the dream mist. Whatever that was. Pretty weird, isn't it?" Callie finished the story and watched for Cassian's reaction.
     Cassian looked up. Choosing his words very carefully, he said, "And your grandfather believes that you are the descendent to claim the knowledge and the power Kitanna promised?"
     Callie nodded.
     "Well, I guess I can understand. With this virus going around, it could seem to be a dark time. It's something interesting to contemplate though." Before he could go on, they heard the fireworks going off in the distance.
     Callie looked up. She could not stand to miss the fireworks. "Daniel, we should probably get back. People may start to miss us. As to Marcus, I will say nothing of our suspicions. If he is involved, he could be a problem."
     Cassian nodded. It had gone far better then he could have hoped. Callie needed friends now, he knew that, and he hated to isolate her from one she had considered a friend for years.
     They headed back up the path. Cassian slipped his arm around Callie's waist. She leaned in as they walked. She needed his support --it felt good to be able to lean on someone. The events of the past few days and Daniel's suspicions had taken their toll.
     They returned in time to see the fireworks finally. For a short time Callie was able to forget about all the strangeness and the pain her people were in and relax. Tomorrow would be here soon enough and they would have answers to at least some of the questions.

     The next morning they gathered to see the results of the tests. As they had all expected, the results indicated that the virus was man-made and deadly.
     Callie shook her head. "Why here, why now? This does not make any sense."
     Cassian looked at her. "Callie, this tribe is isolated. They keep to themselves, and don't trust outsiders. Can you think of a better place to test a biological weapon, adapt it as needed?" Cassian asked. "The question now is, how do we find a cure? I do not want this information to go any further than the five of us. Does everyone understand that?"
     Everyone agreed, but no one was happy about it.

     As they began their research, they knew that they were running out of time. The virus was accelerating and more cases were coming in every hour. With each case the time to death was accelerating. As they met for lunch, the progress they had made was minimal at best.
     Callie looked around the table. "It's strange. The fever, the rash-- all of what we're seeing are so familiar, but I just can't place them. Is it possible that perhaps this is more than a weapon? I don't know. I'm missing something here." She looked at Cassian.
     He knew what she was thinking. "Anything is possible. Perhaps looking for something else?" he suggested.
     Callie got up to leave, muttering something about needing to speak with the Shaman. Marcase and Shiroma left to return to their studies.
     Cassian looked at Hailey. "I want you to keep an eye on Callie. I think she may be the key to this."
     Hailey looked at him thoughtfully; he could see that Cassian was concerned. He nodded and headed out to tail Callie.
     Cassian knew that whatever happened Hailey would look after Callie. He went back to the office that had been set aside for their use; it was time to get some more information on Marcus. He had enough to make him suspicious but not enough to prove he could be involved.
     Cassian sat and watched the data come up on the screen. It confirmed his worst fears and gave him information on an arms dealer, Alex Takada. So much made sense now. He quickly saved the file for safekeeping.
     As the alarm system went off, Cassian rushed out of the office and found the hospital in a state of chaos. Everyone was running around. Cassian pushed his way to the lab and found Marcase giving Shiroma oxygen.
     "Edward, what happened?" he demanded.
     "I don't know. I went for some samples. When I got back the fire had erupted and Kim was unconscious on the floor." Edward too appeared to be in shock
     "Take care of Kim, and get yourself checked out. I'll take care of everything here," Cassian said, watching as the firefighters put out the last of the fire.
     Edward took Kim down the hall to get treatment. Cassian looked at the remains of the lab: everything they had found in the last few days had been destroyed. They were set back at least a week and that would cost lives. He was sure now that Marcus was involved but was unsure of what to do about it. He took it very personally when those around him were hurt.
     He was glad he had told Hailey to keep an eye on Callie.

     Marcus waited patiently in his office, knowing Cassian had checked him out. As long as Cassian was in the picture, Callie had a guardian and that would stand in the way of what he wanted. He suspected that Cassian would confront him alone. That would be his opportunity.

     Callie headed down the path towards her grandfather's cabin. If anyone could answer her question he could. She had begun to wonder if someone was playing with her mind. Could Marcus be involved, as Daniel thought? The idea seemed so ridiculous...and yet it would take someone well located in the hospital to monitor the cases. But why?
     Too many questions, not enough time for finding answers. Maybe one question could be answered, though, if Grandfather had some records or recollections of what the symptoms of the dark time plague had been.

     The hospital was still in a state of craziness as Cassian made his way to the Administrator's office. He intended to confront Marcus with the information linking him to what was going on. He entered only to find Marcus waiting for him.
     "I know what you've been up to," he said softly.
     "Do you really? Oh, you're talking about the virus. That is only a means to end. You have no clue as to what is really going on here!" Marcus sneered. "For all your supposed power, you really aren't that smart. Coming here alone is proof of that."

     Callie entered her grandfather's cabin. She did not stand on ceremony; there simply was not time.
     The Shaman looked up. "Yes, Child?" he asked.
     "Forgive me for barging in, I am in desperate need of information. The Plague the white man brought in the story-- what were the symptoms?"
     The old man just looked at her for a second. "I figured you would be here soon. What you are fighting was created by man, wasn't it?" He continued without waiting for a response. "Like you, I thought the symptoms seemed familiar. You are correct; they mirror the ones described in the story of Kitanna."
     Callie swore softly, "Daniel was right."
     "Sit down, there is much you need to know and see." The Shaman made a clear spot for Callie. She moved to sit next to him. He picked up a small bowl and handed it to her. She knew it was to induce a vision; he wanted her to understand something.
     "I really don't have time for this now," she complained.
     "Now is the perfect time. The events have started to unfold and you will need all the help you can get. Now drink it."
     Callie sighed; there was no fighting with him at this point so she swallowed the strong herbs. She knew what would follow. The room grew dark as the colors began to swirl around her, then something strange happened. She saw Daniel standing, talking to shadowy figure, and behind him a raven. As she watched, the raven attacked. **NO! This could not be happening!** But she saw him fall.
     Callie fought to regain her composure. It was nearly impossible to break out of a vision until completion but somehow she managed it. Though still groggy she managed to mutter, "Something is wrong-- something has happened to Daniel, I have to go."
     The Shaman was taken aback. Her ties to Cassian were far stronger than he had thought.
     As she ran out of the cabin, she nearly ran over Hailey.
     "What's wrong? What's happened?" he demanded.
     Struggling with the effects of the herbs and her own panic, Callie screamed, "Something's happened to Daniel, let me go!" Hailey released her and she charged down the path.
     Callie ran into the hospital demanding to know where Dr. Cassian was, but with everything that was going on no one knew. With Hailey close on her heels, she headed to the conference room. Just inside the door, they found Cassian on the floor, unconscious and running a very high fever.
     "Stay with him and I will go get help," Hailey ordered.
     Callie nodded and moved to her friend's side. He was unresponsive.
     Now she was alone.

     Edward was starting to feel much better. The doctors had given him oxygen to counteract the smoke inhalation. But he would not lie still until he had checked on Kimberly. Edward still had the feeling that something was terribly wrong. He had overheard the nurses talking about some crazed woman who had stormed in looking for Cassian, but Kim was his first priority now. He was relieved to find that she would be all right, though she had inhaled a lot of smoke and had a mild concussion.
     Just as he finished checking on Kim, Hailey burst in the room.
     "Come on. Something has happened to Cassian!"
     Marcase followed Hailey back to the conference room, and was appalled by what he saw: Cassian lay unconscious on the floor with his head on Callie's lap. She was trying without success to get some sort of response from him.
     For Callie everything was a blur. She was aware Marcase and Hailey had entered the room but could not take her eyes off Daniel's face. Later she remembered something about hands lifting her away and thinking she had hit someone before she passed out.
     Marcase glanced up. "What's wrong with her?" That was all they needed, a third one down.
     "Take care of Cassian, I will take care of Callie."
     At the sound of the new voice, both turned toward the door. "Put her on the couch and help with him," the Shaman ordered in a voice that indicated he was not used to being ignored. Hailey did as he was told, placing Callie on the couch and helping to move Cassian to the gurney that had just arrived. Marcase hurried along with Cassian and the others, but Hailey paused and looked back.
     "She will be all right. I will see to that," the Shaman assured him. Hailey nodded, and left to check on the others.

     Marcase and the others got Cassian to an examining room and attempted to stabilize him. In the next hour they almost lost him three times before they could get his system to settle down. The one thing Marcase was sure about was that whatever was wrong with Cassian, it was at least similar to what they were fighting here but harder to control. In the other cases, there was at least a small amount of time when the patient was conscious. He had been talking to Cassian no more then an hour ago. This onset was far too fast. Marcase took a deep breath and began ordering tests.
     The immediate crisis was over and he hoped Kimberly could help tomorrow. After what he had seen, he was not at all sure whether Callie would be able to help any time soon.

     The Shaman mixed the herbs. He had to counteract what was happening in her system. He had never seen anyone come out of the dream state with such force. He had always opposed her relationship with Cassian, and yet perhaps this too was all part of the legacy. Several things had become obvious to him in the last few hours. Any doubts he may have had were gone: Callie was the one. Now all he had to do was convince her of it.

     Hailey entered the examining room. "Well, what happened to Cassian?"
     Marcase looked up and cringed. "It's not good. He's been infected with the virus. However it's different then what we have seen to date, more deadly. We've almost lost him three times, but he seems to have stabilized. The question becomes, can we keep him stable?" Marcase paused, realizing just how tired he was. He spoke quickly to the doctor, giving him a series of orders. He looked back at Hailey. "Cassian's stable, at least for now. Let's get some coffee."
     Hailey nodded and followed him to the cafeteria.
     "Michael, what the Hell is going on?" Marcase demanded as they sat down. "We have three down at the moment-- first Kim, then Cassian, and I have no idea what's going on with Callie. I overheard something about her storming into the hospital demanding to know where Cassian was, and looking panicked."
     Hailey waited for him to take a breath. "I wish I had all the pieces but I don't. I can only tell you what I saw."
     Marcase nodded, waiting patiently.
     "When Callie left the conference room this afternoon, Cassian wanted me to follow her. He did not state it but it appeared to me that he was concerned about her safety. Somehow, she is the focal point of all this. She went to see the old shaman and I waited. Next thing I knew I heard her scream. She came flying out of cabin, almost knocked me down, screaming something about Cassian. All I could do was follow her. She was in no condition to talk. We found him pretty much as you saw him. As for Callie, I suspect it's some sort of drug. Before this all started, I looked through the window and saw the Shaman give her something to drink out of a bowl. "
     "Look, we need answers, Michael. Our lab has been trashed, we have three down and I have the weirdest feeling that this thing is far from over. It involves much more than some biological weapon." Marcase paused, looking at Hailey.
     "So, Edward, where would you suggest we start?"
     Marcase thought for several minutes. Hailey and Cassian were usually the planners when dealing with outsiders. "Find out how much trouble we're in. You said Cassian believed that Callie was somehow connected to what was going on. I think it's time she answers some questions, don't you? And Michael, something I had not thought about until now-- could somebody be monitoring the lab and conference room? It would explain a lot."
     Hailey nodded. He had been remiss in failing to check the rooms for electronics. He would not make that mistake again. "I think we had better go check on Callie but I need to get some equipment first. I will meet you in the conference room in ten minutes. Do not say anything till I arrive."
     Hailey waited for an acknowledgment from Marcase and then left.
     Marcase hurried to check on Cassian before he went to the conference room himself. He was starting to feel desperate. He did not like not having answers.

     Callie's head was finally beginning to clear. Though she understood the importance of the visions and the need for the herbs, her system hated them; that she had managed to function even under their influence was amazing. She was vaguely aware of Hailey entering the room with some sort of device. It registered that he was scanning for electronics. ** My God, Marcus knew what we knew all along** she thought.
     "Damn," Hailey swore softly, disconnecting the electronic devices. He guessed they had been monitored from day one, but why? He looked over at Callie. She looked like she had been run through the mill herself. He knew Cassian did not think she was involved in creating the virus, but somehow she a part of all of this.
     Callie sat quietly, playing with a locket around her neck. Hailey had never noticed it before; it was the only jewelry she was wearing. He was pointing out the devices to her as Marcase entered the room.
     "Daniel, how is he?" she demanded.
     Marcase had to move quickly because as she stood up she lost her balance and almost fell. "Sit down. We were able to stabilize him, but he's in bad shape. We need to find a cure for this thing and find it quickly. Now sit down before you fall down. We need to talk to you."
     Callie looked at Marcase and nodded.
     "Callie, we need answers and I suspect you can supply at least a few," Hailey started slowly. If he knew one thing, this woman was special to Cassian and he did not want to hurt her. Besides, from the look of her he could only push so far.
     Callie looked up. "I will answer what I can, but I suspect I really don't have much more information then you do," she whispered, closing her eyes for a moment to stop the room from spinning. "I think I owe you an apology Michael, " she stated, looking more than a little sheepish. She had never hit anyone in her life.
     "Don't worry about it. Considering your state it wasn't a bad punch," He tried to smile but even that was coming difficult now. "Cassian had me follow you when you left this afternoon. Thought you might be in danger. Do you know why?" he asked as Marcase paced.
     Callie nodded with a smile. "So that's what you were doing in the woods. I was wondering. Since we realized that the virus was man-made, Daniel has suspected Marcus." She let the impact of what she was saying sink in. Then taking a breath she continued. "He figured that someone here at the hospital had to be involved, and it had to be someone of importance. I believe he thought Marcus might try to hurt me."
     "You would not be the target, Child," the Shaman stated simply. All three turned to look at the old man who had been watching them. "He needs you here. You complete the legend and claim the ancient power. I believe he developed the virus as a weapon for sale, but his primary goal was to bring you here to complete the circle. The attack on Cassian makes sense: if he eliminated Cassian, you would lose a guardian, friend, confidant and protector. When the time came this would make it even easier for him to take the gift away from you." Callie stared at him in total disbelief as he continued. "This evening you came to me. You knew that the symptoms were familiar. They match the plague in Kitanna's time."
     Marcase exploded, "Are you trying to tell us that this was all a plan to gain something from a legend?"
     The Shaman nodded. "The legend said that Kitanna used the dream mist to drove a superior force off tribal lands. This indicates a weapon of great power. Imagine what could be done with that."
     Marcase could only nod at the old man's logic. Marcase began slowly, "Look, we're all tired. But sir, according to story we heard last night Kitanna was able to cure her people. Is there anything in the stories or records as to what she used? If he mimicked the symptoms, the cure may be the same. At the very least, it might give us a place to start."
     The Shaman nodded. "I will check and see what I can find."
     Callie got up slowly. If she moved too quickly, she was afraid she would fall over. "I want to see Daniel," she stated and headed for the door. Her legs buckled but she found her self supported by Marcase; she had not realized he was that close to her.
     "All right, for a short time but then you need to get some sleep. If you don't, you will be no good to him or to anyone else."
     Callie looked at him. For someone who was not used to giving orders he was learning fast. She was too tired to fight about it now and nodded. They headed down the hall to Cassian's room.
     Callie barely noticed the crowded hallways, or the strange looks she was getting from people who had known her from childhood. They had never seen her have to lean on anyone, but at this point she really did not care what they thought. She was glad Marcase was there. He lead the way to the room where Cassian was, sat her on the edge of the bed and moved back. She smiled. It was kind of him to give her at least a little privacy.
     Marcase watched from the door. Though out of earshot what he saw said much about this relationship. It was obvious that Callie was distressed by what had happened and that she cared very deeply for Cassian. He turned to wait in the hallway to give her a few minutes by herself.
     Callie was feeling extremely guilty. She never would have put Daniel in danger if she had known what was truly happening here. Though her grandfather had said the attack was understandable, she was not so sure. Could Daniel have found out something? Perhaps Michael could track that down. It was a thought, at least. Exhaustion was starting to tell. She needed sleep and needed it badly.
     She leaned in and kissed Daniel, whispering, "Don't you die on me, you understand?"
     The only response she received was a slight groan.

     She met Edward in the hall. "Thank you" was all she said as they headed out of the hospital.
     Edward knew he needed to get her settled for the night. That was not going to be an easy task. She wanted to check on everything. She asked about Kimberly's condition and what happened to the lab. Edward finally had to put his foot down and convince her to lie down. It was then that he noticed the locket she played with almost continuously. Callie did not strike him as a woman who wore a lot of jewelry; he suspected that it was a gift and probably from Cassian. The locket looked to be his style.
     Once Callie was settled, Edward called the hospital to check on Shiroma and Cassian. Satisfied that at least for the moment both were all right, he went to bed, leaving orders that he was to be called if either of their conditions changed. There was going to be a long road ahead of them.

     The next morning when Edward woke, he found the house full of Hailey's security people. It was obvious that Michael was not going to take any chances. Talking with the men he discovered that Michael had left orders that neither of them were to go anywhere by themselves. Edward understood though he really did not appreciate having a bodyguard. He told two security people to allow Callie to sleep as long as she could and then headed to the hospital with his guard in tow.
     When Edward walked in, he saw to his surprise that Kimberly was not only up but working. "How you feeling Kim?" he asked.
     "OK, have a slight headache. I hear you guys had quite a night. I checked on Cassian this morning. He's not doing well at all. Edward, We are running out of time," Kim stated, then waited for a response.
     Edward only nodded. He knew that fact all too well.
     "How's Callie?" Kim asked.
     Both jumped as a voice from the door said, "Callie will be fine." They turned to see Callie and Michael standing in the doorway. Though still a little weak, Callie was looking much better. "You two are the experts here. Where do we start?" she asked, trying a weak smile that failed miserably.
     Michael watched as the three started working. He had swept the lab this morning and knew it was clean. The guard he had posted was still in place and knew his orders. On the way over, Callie had expressed her hunch that perhaps Cassian had found something, which triggered the attack. Now with the other three safely in the lab, he could go off and check this.

     Marcus stormed the hallways, fuming. He had not expected this. There were security people everywhere and he had lost the monitoring devices in the lab and the conference room. This was not a good situation. Perhaps infecting Cassian was a bad idea, but he had to be silenced. That morning, he had tried to speak with Hailey and gotten the cold shoulder to say the least. He now knew they suspected someone in the hospital. The team had closed ranks. Everyone was being escorted by security. Access to the lab and the room Cassian was in had been limited. For the moment he was helpless. All he could do was watch and wait.

     Hailey entered the conference room. Everything was the same as the night before. He had sealed the room before departing last night. Cassian's laptop was sitting on the table. Michael quickly started to access the data to find out what the last areas He had been searching. The files had been deleted, but the search parameters had been missed. Now, though, he was sure that Cassian had been deliberately infected and that the fire in the lab was no accident. He used the search parameters to recreate the deleted files.
     He swore softly. Whatever Cassian had been looking for, he had been working on it for at least a couple of days. It was going to take time to recreate it, and time was the one thing they did not have.

     The Shaman had worked through the night, going through all the old legends both verbal and written, trying to find a clue to the cure that had been used so long ago. He suspected he would only find vague references. Kitanna had been a very private young woman; always fearful that what she had learned would be used for evil. After hours of searching, the only thing that he had been able to come up with was a list of plants Kitanna had used to cure the people: nothing of mixture or amount. Perhaps they could do something with this. As Marcase had said, it was at least a place to start. He knew that there was only one way to know the formulas and that was if Kitanna would tell them herself or -- more to the point -- tell Callie. Yes, it was time for Callie to claim what was hers, but did she have the strength? Only time would tell.
     He left the cabin only to find one of Mr. Hailey's security people waiting patiently outside for him. He smiled. The idea of having a protector amused him.

     They had been working for hours, and it seemed to Callie, they were getting nowhere. There seemed to be nothing that would counteract it. She tried to keep her mind on the test she was running, but her heart was down the hall with Daniel. She sat back waiting for the program to finish, absently fingering the locket she wore. The locket had been a gift from Daniel, what seemed a millennium ago. They had been very different people then. Callie had always hated jewelry: it tended to get in the way. The locket was the only piece she wore. At this moment, she was unsure whether it was because she liked it, or because of who had given it to her. The only thing she was sure of was hanging on to the locket made her feel very close to Daniel, and she needed that now.
     Callie jumped as she felt a hand on her shoulder. "He's a survivor, you know. He'll give us the time we need," Edward made an attempt to reassure. He knew where her mind was and understood. Callie nodded and turned her attention back to the test as the Shaman came in.
     "Unfortunately, there is very little written about the cure Kitanna used. However, there was a list of plants she used in her remedies," the Shaman finished. Looking at Callie he realized she had hoped legend would have the answer.
     Edward took the list. "It's not much, but it is a place to start. I don't recognize any of these names. Let's see what the computer can come up with." He scanned the list into the computer and started working on finding out exactly what the plants were.

     An hour later, the news was not good. Edward read the results to all assembled. "Well, we know what plants are on the list, but according to the data base, all these plants have been extinct for over 100 years. If the answer was here, it's lost now."
     Kimberly reached across and squeezed Callie's hand. "Let's get back to work."
     Callie nodded.

     That night Callie was the last one to turn in. She had finished the tests and the best they had come up with was some relief for some of the symptoms. Nothing concrete. The fact that all the plants on the list were considered to be extinct was a hard blow. They had to find a cure and find it quickly if Daniel and the others were to survive. She had gained a great deal of respect for both Kim and Edward in the last few hours. They had lived up to all she had heard. She turned in for the night, hoping to be able to sleep.

     It was after midnight when Edward woke up. He was unsure of what had awakened him but went to the window. Looking out he saw a figure in a white nightgown walking towards the woods. Getting dressed quickly, he caught up with the figure only to see it was Callie. Looking at her, it was obvious that she was still asleep.
     **Oh great, now she's sleepwalking ** Edward thought.
     He did not want to wake her but she seemed to be following something. He stood in front of her but Callie looked right through him. With a great deal of effort, he managed to get her back to the house and bed without waking her.
     Quietly closing the door, Edward turned to find Kimberly standing in the hallway.
     "Edward, what's going on?" she asked.
     "I wish I knew. I woke up to see Callie headed towards the woods. She had not reached the security perimeter when I caught up. She was sleepwalking." Shaking his head, he continued, "Go back to bed. We'll deal with this in the morning." Edward was just too tired to deal with this new development now.

     The next morning at breakfast, Callie came down looking very concerned. Edward noticed and asked, "Callie, is something wrong?"
     "Edward, this is going to sound very weird. Last night I had the strangest dream. I dreamed that Kitanna showed up in my room and asked me to follow her. Pretty weird, huh?"
     "Not as weird as you might think. Last night around midnight, you--um-- went for a walk. I caught up with you before the security group reached you. You were sleepwalking." Edward watched her response.
     Callie sat back thinking. "Interesting. Well, I guess I owe you a thank you for looking after me. Guess I'm a little more stressed than I thought."
     Edward just nodded, as Kimberly joined them for breakfast.
     Callie ate but her thoughts were troubled. Her people believed that the spirits of her ancestors could come to help. Was Kitanna trying to contact her, maybe give her the answers they needed? She just did not know; again, only time would tell. They headed to the hospital.

     In the woods, Marcus kept his appointment with Alex.
     Alex was furious. "What on earth are you doing? You fool. You were supposed to deliver the virus and collect your fee. Your crusade against the girl is your business but when it affects mine I draw the line."
     Marcus only smiled; for an arms dealer Alex had been easily played. "You will get what you want, Alex, in my own good time," he said smugly.
     "Excuse me, in your own good time. I funded this fiasco. Your attack on Cassian was stupid. It's only brought more attention and security," Alex fumed. He looked at Marcus, who stood smiling blandly.
     Alex spun around as a figure emerged from the woods. "You are not the only one involved here. You would do well to remember that. The virus is only part of a greater plan. You will get the virus when we are done," the newcomer announced, leveling a gun at Alex.
     Alex could not believe his eyes. The young woman with the gun watched him patiently, "Don't look so glum, Alex. You're going to get what you want, and so will we. Now sit down. It's time you know exactly what's going on here."
     Alex looked around and picked out a boulder to sit on. She watched him, knowing he would be useful-- and expendable if need be. "The virus that you are so interested in is only the bait. We needed something to lure our dear Dr. Gadler back here. You see, she is the one who can claim an even greater weapon: the weapon that Kitanna used to drive a superior force of whites from this land almost 300 years ago. It was promised to her descendant. The virus was meant to awaken old memories and it's working." She paused.
     Alex could not believe what he was hearing. "You are both nuts!"
     They only looked at him. "You can believe what you want; however, you will not receive the virus until we have accomplished our mission. You can go now." She dismissed him without a second thought.
     Alex decided he did not have much of a choice. He headed away from the others.
     As Alex left, Marcus looked at his companion. "Raven. It's a good thing that no one knows of your existence. He had me pegged. You were able to monitor Callie's activities without drawing attention to yourself. No wonder I love you. You are the most scheming female I have ever met."
     Raven only smiled. Men were such fools. He thought she loved him; he could not be more wrong. She wanted Kitanna's inheritance and would do what was necessary to get it. He was playable; his hatred of Callie had worked to her advantage when she returned. He had been so easily seduced.
     "Marcus, dear, don't worry. Things are going well. I understand that Callie took a little sleep walk last night. Rumor has it she said she was following someone, or thought she was. The time is drawing near. Be patient and don't panic. We had better be getting back. They will miss us." With that, Raven turned and left Marcus standing by the river.

     Callie was starting to get worried; they were not making the kind of progress they needed. They were no closer to finding a cure. She excused herself; she needed to talk to the Shaman. She had never been sleepwalking before in her life and the vision of Kitanna was so real. She was a scientist. She tended not to hold with her people's beliefs; but perhaps she believed more then she would like to admit to the outside world.
     Callie met up with the Shaman at the cabin. She noted that Michael had assigned him security also. "Something strange is happening," she began slowly, "Last night I had a dream that Kitanna asked me to follow her. This morning Edward tells me that I was sleepwalking."
     The Shaman looked at her. "Kitanna is trying to reach you, to help with what's going on. There is more, is there not?" the Shaman asked.
     Callie looked around. She did not want to answer that question. She knew the old man knew something but what? "Yes. In my dream, Kitanna placed something in my hand. I remember it burning."
     "Go on," the Shaman pushed.
     "This morning when I woke up, I found this," Callie said. She opened her hand to reveal a small burn mark. The mark looked like a half moon and a star.
     The Shaman smiled, "Kitanna has marked you. You are the one who will claim her promise."
     Callie was furious. "I don't care about the promise. All I want is to help Daniel and the tribe."
     The Shaman patiently let her finish. "You can't avoid your destiny," he said simply.
     Fury expended, Callie began to think about what the Shaman had said. She had been raised in the world away from all this superstition. "Destiny...I really don't understand," was all she could say.
     The Shaman nodded. He knew she would have problems with this. "I know, but you are the one the legends speak of; the mark proves it. You must listen to what is happening to you. I know it's hard; you have walked in both worlds for a long time. You have seen both the good and the evil in people. That makes you the perfect candidate for the fulfillment of the legend. Sit, there is much you must learn," the Shaman stated.
     Callie just could not deal with this now. She needed hard facts. Shaking her head, she left the cabin. The Shaman knew she would return.
     Returning to the hospital with no answers was hard. It was lunchtime and Callie was sitting alone in the cafeteria when a young woman approached.
     "Dr. Gadler, may I join you?" she asked.
     Callie looked at her. "Sure, I hate eating alone. What's your name?"
     "My friends call me Raven."

     Callie returned to the lab. They had made some progress, but at that moment Callie needed to talk to Michael. She saw him in a corner. "Michael, you have a minute?"
     Michael nodded. "Sure. What's going on?"
     Callie was unsure about how to continue "Could you check on someone for me? A woman by the name of Raven Carris. I think she may be a nurse here. She came up for lunch, and just started talking. She kept trying to do something; I'm just not sure what. I may be getting paranoid here, but something about this lady is wrong, terribly wrong."
     "I can check her out and see. Better to be a little paranoid," Michael reassured her.
     Callie returned to her work. She knew what the Shaman had wanted her to do, but she also knew the consequences if she did. Destiny. She hated that word with a passion. She liked to have a certain amount of control over her life.

     That night, Callie was having trouble sleeping, so she decided to take a walk. Who was this woman Raven? She kept referring to the cave in the legend, almost as if she was trying to make Callie remember something: Callie wished she knew what. Callie grinned, noticing that her security guard gave her enough room to be discreet but stayed close enough to protect her if necessary.
     She walked by the river, and stretched out on a rock. Even after dark the rocks stayed warm and felt good against the skin. She fell asleep.
     Callie was awakened by a soft light. Opening her eyes, she saw what looked like an angel standing in front of her. The woman was young with long black hair and shining dark eyes.
     "Who are you?" Callie asked.
     The woman smiled. "You know who I am."
     Callie looked around and saw that her security guard was patiently standing watch but it appeared he did not see her visitor.
     "Am I dreaming?" Callie asked, still not willing to give a name to the vision in front of her.
     "You also know the answer to that," was the patient reply.
     "Kitanna, you're Kitanna!" The final admission escaped Callie's lips.
     Kitanna smiled. "Your mind and your heart are troubled; this has all been a great strain for you, hasn't it?" Callie nodded. "The evil that has come is hidden under a face of a friend." The image paused, staring intently at Callie, "There is one you care about; He has been touched by the evil also."
     Callie was shocked. She was talking about Daniel. "Yes, but how do you know? This has to be a dream-- it's not logical," Callie stated, trying hard to gather her wits about her.
     Kitanna only smiled again; it was so peaceful, Callie trusted her. "Your heart knows what is true. Your mind will catch up with it eventually. This man, you love him, don't you?"
     Callie thought about it. Love Daniel? She had never connected that word with their relationship; but thinking about it, she guessed she did. Finally Callie said, "Yes, I suppose I do. But it goes far beyond that. I am not sure what answer you are looking for."
     "You have given me the answer I wanted." Stepping forward, the image handed Callie a small leather bag. "This will bring him back to you. Mix with water," she said. "We will talk again when your mind is clearer."
     With that, the light and the image faded.
     Callie woke with a start, looking around for the image. The security guard approached.
     "Dr. Gadler, are you all right?" he asked, concerned by her actions. Callie looked at him; it was so hard to focus on what he had said. She became aware that there was something in her hand. Opening it, she found a small leather pouch, marked with a star and moon-- the same mark that had appeared on her hand.
     "We have to go," she said and headed back to the hospital. The security guard followed, thinking that she had lost her mind.
     Callie returned to the hospital in a daze. She was still thinking about exactly what had happened.
     Marcus met her at the door. "Callie, are you all right? You look as though you've seen a ghost." Marcus was faking his concern. He could not have been happier to see her in this state.
     Callie paused to look at him. "Evil hides behind the face of a friend," that had been Kitanna's warning.
     "Going to the lab. I have work to do," she stated as she brushed by him.
     He noticed the security guard stayed close to her heels, looking confused.
     Callie entered the lab, and started working. She opened the pouch and examined its contents. It contained a mixture of herbs and other plants. The scientist in her kicked in. There was no way she was giving this mixture to Daniel without knowing what was in it. She set to work.
     About a half-hour later, Edward and Kimberly came rushing through the door. Callie looked up; her security guard must have called them.
     "Callie, what's going on?" Edward asked.
     "I'm running some tests. I may have something that will help Daniel," she answered without losing a step in what she was doing.
     Edward walked over and looked at what she had, noticing the leather pouch with the symbols. The pouch was Indian in design, and looked as if it contained some sort of herbal mixture. The print-out of the contents were coming up on the computer screen. All the herbs were listed as extinct. This did not make any sense.
     "Where did you get this?" Edward demanded.
     Callie gave him a dirty look. "Look, I don't have time for this. For now, let's just say that the mixture came from a friend who knows what she's doing." Callie began to mix the herbs as she had been instructed.
     "You can't be serious. You're planning on giving this mixture to Cassian? No way." Edward stared at her in disbelief. He could not believe that she would do anything so reckless where Cassian was concerned.
     Before Callie could answer the alarms sounded. "Code Blue, room 3314."
     "That's Cassian's room!" was all Kimberly said, as she ran out the door.
     Edward and Callie were close on her heels. Callie stood in the doorway as Edward and Kimberly fought to try and save him. There was no choice now.
     Callie returned to the lab and grabbed the herbal mixture. Returning to Cassian's room, she saw they had managed to resuscitate him but they could not maintain it. He was dying and everyone in the room knew it. Callie stepped forward to administer the herbs.
     Edward tried to intercept her, but she looked at him and said. "If we don't do something now, he's dead, and you know it."
     Edward moved away. Callie was right even if he did not want to admit it.
     Callie prayed it would work but she could not be sure. She administered the herbs through the IV. She hoped she knew what she was doing. Once completed, she waited. Though he did not regain consciousness, his vital signs started to stabilize and get stronger. It was going to work. It had to.
     Edward watched what was happening, not believing his eyes. He quickly ordered a complete blood work-up. They had to know what was going on.

     Edward scanned the test results on Cassian; they were all positive. The results showed that the herbs had stimulated the development of antibodies, which were killing off the virus. He wanted to ask Callie where she got the herbs, but at this point, nothing was going to take her from Cassian's side.
     Edward and Kimberly turned their attentions to trying to synthesize the mixture for the others. Much to their frustration, though the molecular structure appeared the same, it did not have the same results. Edward could not help but wonder if the herbs were mixed especially for
Cassian. Only Callie could tell them that.

     Callie sat by Daniel's bedside, thinking. She had been forced to admit some things that she was not at all sure she wanted to admit. Was what she saw true? If not, how did the leather pouch appear in her hand? Why did it work so quickly? Why did the symbol on the pouch match the mark on her hand, a mark she could not remove? Too many questions and definitely not enough answers.
     And then there was Daniel. Kitanna had forced her to admit the truth, but there were many kinds of love. She smiled, thinking of the rumors they had heard for years. Many had tried to understand what was between them. They usually got it wrong.
     She knew that both Edward and Kimberly would return soon. They would want answers and she was not sure she had any to give. Callie knew that was a bridge she would have to cross soon enough.
     Callie checked the monitors. Daniel was going to be all right. His vital signs were getting stronger by the moment. That was the first good news they had in days. Callie was tired; she had never been so tired.
     Sitting holding his hand, she put her head down on the bed.

     Callie had no idea how long she had slept. She awoke to feel someone stroking her hair. Looking up, Callie saw Daniel watching her.
     "Daniel!" she cried, and threw herself in his arms.
     Watching her closely, he wondered what all the tears were about. However, he did not get the chance to ask as Kimberly and Edward showed up at the door.
     Callie heard them, but kept her head on his shoulder until she could gather her wits about her.
     "Well, it's about time you woke up," Edward smiled, as he began to check his vital signs.
     By this time Callie had composed herself, and sat on the edge of the bed holding Daniel's hand. Edward shook his head; Cassian was on the road to complete recovery.
     "You three did well. I thought I was a dead man. You found a cure for the virus," Daniel began.
     Edward interrupted him. "I would not say that, exactly. What we used on you seems to only work on you. Callie, you brought the herbs in. Can you explain this?" he asked.
     Callie said nothing at first. Daniel looked at her; whatever she knew, she did not want to share. "Callie?"
     Taking a deep breath, she said "It's been a weird few days and I think it's going to get stranger before we are done. It all started a few nights ago-- the night I took my little sleepwalking excursion," she paused, looking at Edward, who nodded.
     Callie began the story, knowing full well that they were going to have a hard time believing it. She detailed the first night, when she went sleepwalking. She told of the stone Kitanna had placed in her hand, and the burning sensation it had caused.
     Kimberly looked at her quizzically. "Callie, you can't really believe in all of this. Can you?"
     Edward cut her off. "Kim, we have seen a lot of things over the last few years that did not fit into a nice scientific box."
     Callie watched them with fascination; they were mirror images of each other. Callie continued to relate the events of the past few days--well at least, most of them. She did not share the conversation with Kitanna. That was one she did not want anyone to know about.
     "Look, Callie, we have all been under a lot of stress. Isn't it possible that with all that's been happening, you created a figure to relate to?" Kimberly was trying to be as gentle as she could. Her mind could not accept what Callie was saying.
     "Kimberly, you want scientific evidence of all of this, don't you?" Kim nodded. "I can only give you evidence that something happened." Callie took the pouch out of her pocket and handed it to Daniel who passed it around.
     "I have never seen a pouch with a symbol like that in my life. Look at the symbol. Remember what I said, about the talisman she gave me, and how it burned? When I woke up the next morning I found this." Callie turned her palm over, revealing the mark.
     They not could believe their eyes: in the center of her palm was what looked like a burn. The burn looked like a moon and stars.
     "That, Kim, is the only proof I have of something happened."
     "Callie, what else was said?" Daniel asked. He was thinking about everything she had said.
     "Not much, she seemed more concerned about how I was dealing with all of this, and that there was more to come. The warning was given that the evil that had come wore the face of a friend." Callie paused. "Daniel, I think you were right. Marcus has to be involved."
     Daniel nodded, "I know the night I was attacked, I had found some files regarding Marcus and an arms dealer by the name of Alex Takada whose specializes in biological weapons."
     Callie thought for a few minutes, "Daniel, you confronted Marcus, didn't you?" The question received a nod. "What do you remember about the attack?"
     "I was speaking to Marcus and felt something hit me. After that, nothing."
     "Attacked from behind, that fits," Callie muttered.
     Daniel looked up, but did not pursue her statement.
     Edward spoke up. "Look, we have work to do, and you need sleep." With that, he caught Kimberly's eye and they left the room.
     "There's more to what has happened, isn't there?" Daniel asked softly.
     Callie smiled, "Yes, but that's a conversation for another time. I'm afraid that this is far from over and Edward's right, you need sleep."
     With a quick hug, Callie left the room. It would be a conversation they would have one day, but not now. Callie felt overwhelmed; events were overtaking her and all she could do was hang on. But at least she had Daniel back; that helped.
     Perhaps that was what Kitanna had in mind.

     Marcus was starting to worry. He had been informed that Cassian was awake and talking, though no one outside his team, except few select others, was allowed in. He was finally scared; this was something that was not under his control and they would be coming after him. He would disappear, but still be able to watch for the outcome. After a quick call to Raven, he left the hospital.
     Michael was glad to see Cassian looking so much better. Unfortunately, he had bad news.
     Callie had watched him enter. "You can't find Marcus, can you?"
     Shocked, he shook his head. The others could not believe what they heard. Callie smiled, "Don't worry, he has not gone far. This game is far from being over."
     Edward hated half answers, hated feeling as if he were not being told the entire truth. "Ok, Callie, you seem to be the one with the answers, I think it's time you shared a few." He noticed Callie had seemed so much stronger since Cassian's recovery.
     "Do you believe in Destiny or Fate?" She watched for reactions. "Ok, you don't have to answer that one, but I have a feeling you will have a hard time with all of this. The virus is only a means to end. The prize here is far greater. Remember the legend of Kitanna that you heard during the festival? I believe that Marcus and his companions --I think there are at least two-- are after the power Kitanna used to drive the white man from these lands years ago. The legend states that only a blood descendent could claim her gift. I am such a descendent. The old Shaman has been trying to convince me of that for years. The virus was bait to get me back here. What they did not expect was that I would not come alone." Callie paused.
     The others did not know quite what to make of all of this. Up to this point Callie had always been a scientist, but what had changed?
     Callie knew what they were all thinking; it was quite plain. "The herbs in the pouch test out as extinct in every biological database. The legend says that Kitanna created a cave in the hills to protect the herbs and medicines she used. If we could find that cave we may be able to stop this."
     Kimberly had had enough. "Callie-- first, there is no evidence of the cave's existence, and second, even if it did exist how would you find it?"
     "Kimberly. I understand your skepticism, but how do you explain the herbs? They were as fresh as if they had been picked yesterday. As to finding the cave there, is a way."
     For the first time Cassian jumped in. "No. There has to be another way. We will find another way."
     Callie smiled. She knew he was worried about her, knowing what the herbs had done to her in the past. "Daniel, you worry too much. Even if we cure the virus, how do we resolve the rest of it?"
     She got up and started to leave.
     "At least take the others with you."
     Callie nodded, looking at the other three. "Come on, we have to go see the Shaman."
     They followed her out.
     Daniel sat back thinking. He wanted to be there, but knew he was still far too weak. He could only wish her luck. If this was some weapon that Marcus and the others were looking for, things could get ugly very fast.

     Marcus hurried towards his meeting. He wished he had never started this; at least then he would safe. Entering the cabin, he saw Raven talking to two very dangerous- looking men.
     She smiled. "Come in, Marcus, things are going wonderfully. Soon we will have what we want. But first you and my two friends here have an assignment."
     She paused. Marcus jumped in. "What are you talking about?"
     Raven shook her head; she may not have wanted him involved, but he was serving his purpose. "Marcus, pay attention. Hailey, Shiroma, Marcase, and Callie are all on their way to see the Shaman. They are going to try and find the cave. Callie will be able to find it; the cave and its contents are her legacy."
     Pausing for a breath, she continued, "Now we put our plans to work. While those four are gone we must hedge are bets. Callie has one weak spot, and that's Cassian. And that is one we can exploit when the time comes. Here," Raven opened her case and handed out the guns. "These contain heavy sedatives and should take care of the guards and Cassian. We don't want him dead, at least not yet. Now go before the others return. Time is important here."
     They left for the hospital.

     Edward, Kimberly and Michael watched the scene with interest. Though they didn't understand what was happening, it seemed that Callie was seeing something they couldn't. They could only hope that it would lead them to an answer.
     Callie was indeed seeing something: Kitanna had appeared to her again. The cave did exist; she gave Callie maps to its location. Callie was excited, feeling for the first time that things were going in the right direction. Then Kitanna asked her a question: what is the most powerful magic in the world?
     When Callie could not answer, she was assured not to worry; she would know soon enough. Then Kitanna began to fade away, and a strange darkness seemed to creep in at the end of the vision, dampening her excitement and leaving her thoughts troubled as she returned to the real world.

     It took almost an hour for Callie to recover enough that the Shaman would let her move. She found it hard to believe that the others had seen nothing, for she had been aware of them the entire time.
     "Grandfather, can you get the maps of the area? I have landmarks, but no way to locate them."
     The old man nodded. He knew she meant the old Indian territory maps. "All right, will you wait here?" he asked.
     Strangely, the question sent a shiver down Callie's spine. "No, bring them to the hospital. I think we need to get back." She left without a word, leaving everyone confused.

     By the time the others reached the hospital, they had all guessed where Callie had gone. What they found was a nightmare. As they entered the corridor, they found the guard outside Cassian's room unconscious and being attended to. Inside, Callie was standing at the end of an empty bed.
     Turning around, she tried to explain what she knew. "The stakes have just gotten higher. For the moment he's safe. Killing him now buys them nothing, and these people are not dumb." She walked out of the room and headed to the conference area.

     Callie walked into the conference area, knowing only three things: first, her friend was gone and that scared her; two, whoever took him would not harm him, at least not yet; and last, the most important thing at this point was to find the cave.
     Michael walked in behind her, quite upset. "I need to get people looking for Cassian."
     Callie sighed. She understood his concerns but there was more at stake. "Michael, Daniel was taken to hedge their bets against me. There is far more at stake then anyone ever realized." She paused, looking up as Kimberly and Edward entered. She wanted to go after Daniel now, but knew that was impossible. "Look, believe me, I understand. But we must find the cave. You could search these woods for weeks and never find anyone or anything. They know this area too well. We find the cave, and they will bring Daniel to us." She paused, as the Shaman came in with the maps. "Let's get started."
     The others nodded as they begin to search through the maps using the visual clues Callie had received from the vision.

     In a small room in the woods Daniel was just starting to come out from under the effects of the sedatives. He began moving slowly to see just what sort of shape he was in. Physically, he was fine, though handcuffed and chained to the wall. Daniel remembered nothing of how he had left the hospital; he seemed to have fallen asleep, though the fogginess in his head seemed to indicate that he had been given something to keep him quiet. He took stock of his surroundings: the room was small; no furnishings and the only light came from between the boards that were on the windows.
     Suddenly there was a flood of light coming from the doorway as a woman entered. He watched her and said nothing.
     "Well, you're awake. Good. Welcome, Dr. Cassian. This is going to be your home, at least for tonight. I'm sure you're wondering what this is all about. You are my ace in the hole. When Callie goes to claim her inheritance I need an edge to get her to relinquish it." She paused.
     Daniel noticed that, even in his weakened condition, she stayed just outside the length of chain. **This one's careful** he thought with grudging admiration, hating the idea of being used as a weapon against Callie.
     "No comment. Interesting. I'm sure you're hoping I will tell you more if you remain silent." Then she flashed an evil grin. "No, I don't think so. It probably is not wise for you to know too much. Sleep well, Doctor." Looking back, she paused, "Must admit, I can fault Callie on a lot, but not her taste in men. I would suggest you get a good night's sleep. It may be your last."
     With that Daniel was once again left in semi-darkness. ** Great, just great ** he thought, but for the moment there was nothing he could do but wait.

     They had been at it for hours, but finally they put together a map to the cave. What Callie had seen had been signposts from over 300 years ago, so allowances had to be made for that.
     "Ok, if we are right, this should be the location," Michael stated.
     Callie stared down at the map. "It is, I know it." The certainty in her voice made them all a little nervous.
     Edward looked at the map. "I hate to say this, but it looks like quite a distance. We really should try and get some sleep and start in the morning."
     They all could see the logic of it, though none of them wanted to.

     On the way back to their cabin, Michael came up behind Callie. "We are being followed."
     Callie stopped him from moving to intercept. "I know. Leave him, he's not important at this moment. Besides, if we are going to get Daniel back, we need to keep our friend close."
     Michael nodded. This was going to be a long night.

     Nightmares and dreams plagued Callie's sleep this night. After a while she gave up. Getting up, she walked outside to sit on the porch. The night air was calm, and she could smell the fresh flowers; this was a beautiful time of year, if only things were better. Callie closed her eyes, sending only good thoughts to Daniel. She knew he was alive, she could feel it. It was strange, in the last few days she seemed to be aware of so many things.
     She was deep in thought when Edward came up behind her. "Could not sleep, huh?"
     Callie almost jumped out of her skin. "Edward, you startled me. I thought everyone was asleep."
     Edward smiled. "Callie, do you have any idea of what we will find in the cave?"
     Callie had gone over this in her mind so many times but she still did not know how to answer it. "I wish I could tell you I knew what we would find, but I can't. I just know that it is not what those we are fighting want."
     Edward looked at her as if she were crazy. Thinking it over, Edward decided that it was probably better to change the subject. They were in unknown territory now. Before he could continue, Michael and Kimberly joined them.
     Callie looked at the three. "Well, seeing that we're all up, should we get started?"
     Michael was the one who answered. "Yes, I have people and weapons prepared. We can leave now if everyone is ready."
     The others nodded. By leaving now, they would be at what they believed to be the cave by noon.

     Raven sat at her desk waiting for the phone to ring. Her companions were watching the three and would call when it was time. The phone rang with the information she had been waiting for.
     Hanging up the phone, she said, "Go, get our guest ready. We leave within the hour."
     Finally things were coming together.

     The three went into the high mountains. The weather was warm and they needed to rest every hour. Callie looked at them. They were scientists, not hikers; that was obvious. As they reached a valley, Callie's pulse rate began to rise. She could feel what was happening; they were close and she knew it. She could feel Kitanna calling her and the closer she got, the more she felt it.
     By noon they were standing in front of a cliff wall. Callie was staring at a rock design.
     "This is crazy. There's nothing here but rock." Kimberly's frustration was showing.
     Though the others were looking around, Edward was watching Callie with intense interest. "What is it? What do you feel?" he asked quietly.
     "Look at the design. It's so familiar. It's like I know it, but I don't." Callie was unsure of what to say next.
     "It's here, isn't it?" Edward knew what was going on.
     "Yes, it's a matter of how to open it," Callie closed her eyes.
     By this time Kimberly and Michael were ready to give up. Obviously they had been wrong; there was nothing here. As they approached, Edward told them to be still. While they watched, Callie, eyes closed, reached out and began pressing portions of the drawings. A dark rumbling sound resounded through the area. The rock face began to move.
     When things calmed down, an entrance was visible. Callie opened her eyes and smiled. "Shall we go in?"
     Callie led the way into the tunnel-like entrance. It was dark and the flashlight came in handy. The tunnel went on for maybe a quarter of a mile. Callie's pace continued to quicken and the others wondered why; she had no flashlight but moved as if she knew this place. At the end of the tunnel a small light began to grow. At the mouth of the cave they all stopped; they could not believe what they saw.
     The cavern was huge and beautiful, filled with rows upon rows of plants. Water ran among the plants keeping them alive. The water must have come from an underground river. There was a soft glow of light, enough to give the plants what they needed. The light was reflected from what looked like crystals on the walls. Callie stood transfixed. The others were fascinated. They moved into the cave to examine the plants.
     "Edward, look at these. Some of these species have been extinct for over a century. This is truly amazing," Kimberly said, continuing to study the plants.
     "I know, but can you feel what else is here?" Edward was once again watching Callie. Kimberly just shook her head, thinking he was at it again.
     Callie had moved to a portion of the cave, which had obviously been walled up and highly painted. She knelt down and touched the wall. Edward thought that she looked as if she were kneeling at a grave.
     No one noticed that a second group had emerged from the tunnel.
     "Well, well, paying your respects to the dead, Callie? Though you should be more concerned with the living," Raven almost spit out the words.
     The evil in this one was obvious. Michael started to pull his gun but halted when the man holding Cassian raised the gun to his head.
     "Michael, no." Callie was calm, too calm. "Hello, Raven, I've been expecting you." Callie headed toward the middle of the cave. "Raven, the bird of ill omen. Marcus, I did not want to believe it. We all grew up together. You're wrong, you know. What you see is all that is here. The plants are her greatest gift. She protected what the rest of the world wanted to destroy," Callie stated calmly.
     "Oh, please, don't even try that with me. Where are the fire stones, the ones Kitanna used to drive the white man from this land?" Looking up, Raven saw the marking on the wall. "Of course, they would have been buried with her."
     Callie panicked, ** No, she wouldn't do that **
     "Callie, you and your friends stay exactly were you are, if you want Dr. Cassian to live." Looking to her companions, "You two, open that wall."
     Marcus looked nervous. "What's behind it?"
     Raven slapped him. "Kitanna's tomb, you fool, and what we have been waiting for."
     They moved over to the wall.
     "No, you can't do this!" Callie shouted.
     "Can't I? We will see."
     Raven's response sent chills down the other's spine. Callie could do nothing; the man holding Daniel had the gun ready to fire. All she could do was watch and wait.
     The men started removing the stones, which were three layers deep. The hole they were clearing was getting larger.
     "We're almost through," one of them shouted.
     With the opening of the burial chamber, the Cave was filled with a bright light.
     Everyone was distracted; Daniel saw his chance to break away. Unfortunately, the one holding him recovered quickly. Callie heard something , turning she saw Daniel fall.
     "NO!" Her voice echoed through the cave. Callie could not believe it. She heard the gun go off and saw Daniel fall. ** This can't be happening.**
     The cavern was filled with light and sand, flying around like a wind storm without any breeze. The light was coming from the tomb.
     A shadow was developing in the opening. From inside the tomb a young woman stepped forward. She was dressed in ceremonial garb with long black hair and piercing dark eyes.
     She looked angrily at those assembled. "Who are you?" The question came in a voice that shook the entire cavern.
     Raven saw her chance and stepped forward, "Kitanna, forgive these violators; do you not know me? I am your descendent come to claim your promise."
     Kitanna looked at her. "Really." Glancing around she saw Callie kneeling beside Daniel, trying to stop the bleeding, and the gun in Raven's hand. Both Raven's men and the three who had entered with Callie were backed up against the wall of the cave. Everyone was staring, not believing what they were seeing. The circle was complete.
     Kitanna was moving towards Callie when Raven interrupted. "Kitanna, time is short; the evil has returned. A virus ravages our people. We need your help. These people are invaders. They want only your treasure. They were the ones who disturbed your resting place." Raven's blood pressure was up. She must convince Kitanna that she was the one, otherwise the payment for violation would be severe. She had gotten overconfident; she should have waited till Callie had claimed the inheritance.
     Though all of this, Daniel's pulse continued to fade. There was nothing Callie could do. Realizing what Raven was attempting to do, she knew she had to stop it.
     She stood up and turned to face both Raven and Kitanna. "She lies, she and Marcus." She pointed towards the wall of the cave. "They created a virus to simulate the virus you fought years ago."
     Raven was enraged. Once again Callie was interfering with her plans. "Look, I want my inheritance," she stated though clenched teeth.
     Kitanna looked at Raven "Is it yours? Or are you the one?" She looked back at Callie.
     Callie looked at her, "I don't know for sure. The Shaman believes I am. For the moment, my friend is in trouble. Can you help him?"
     Kitanna smiled, "So, you care more for your friend's safety then what my legend promises?"
     "Yes." Callie's voice was barely above a whisper.
     "Interesting. You two provide me with quite a dilemma. I have one who demands what I promised, openly claiming to be my descendant. The other is trying to stop her, yet more concerned by the condition of a friend. Interesting." Kitanna watched the reaction of the two women in front of her. One was pacing angrily, the other kept watching her friend. This was the one she had seen before. She knew this one's heart, the capability to love. That would be important for the one who would take her place. Hearing a soft moan from the man lying on the stone floor, she walked over and knelt beside him.
     Daniel was in very bad shape. The bullet had caused a great deal of internal damage. Without help he would die within the hour. He was only half conscious, but was aware of the power struggle between Callie and Raven. He was aware of so much he did not understand. He felt Kitanna's presence beside him, but more than that he felt Callie's fear and concern.
     As Kitanna knelt besides him she reached out with a small hand and touched the curve of his face. He was a handsome man; he reminded her of someone she knew long ago. But this one did not belong to her. Her time was finished; this time belonged to others, to Callie or Raven. She knew Callie's feelings for this one. She would not let him die. She looked at his wounds; the gunshot angered her. Guns had stolen everything she had ever loved. It would not happen here. She placed her hand over the wound and the necklace of red crystals she wore glowed brightly. Removing her hand, she opened her fist and dropped the bullet to the floor. "I have always hated guns," she stated.
     She placed her hand on Daniel's forehead. "You will be all right," she whispered.
     He opened his eyes to a warm smile. If he did not know better he would have sworn that he was looking at an angel.
     Rising, Kitanna turned to look at the group. Closing her eyes, she used her gift that allowed her to see people's hearts. The crystals in the necklace once again glowed, but this time a warm blue.
     Callie's mouth dropped. "The dream mist-- the necklace-- it all makes sense," she whispered. She understood it all now, the crystals in the necklace gave the wearer the ability to see truth past the words.
     "Time is growing short. My time to rest has finally come. And I need to keep my promise, to impart my knowledge to my descendent." Kitanna paused, looking at the two young women.
     Raven was waiting, looking perturbed. Callie had checked on Daniel first and then turned her attention to Kitanna. This was the one. Her ability to love was great, even though she was just starting to understand that. "You, Callie. You are the one," she said. Kitanna reached to remove the necklace.
     Raven was furious; she would not lose to Callie again. Turning, she saw that the men who had come with her had left, except for Marcus, the coward-- he was pressed up against the wall of the cave looking too frightened to move. This was going to be her fight and her fight alone. Once Callie accepted the necklace, Raven knew she would not be able to take it away from her.
     Launching herself forward, she grabbed the necklace from Kitanna's hand. Both women turned to her. "This time you lose. I hold the power. It's mine and with it I will have everything I've ever wanted... What??" Raven stopped her rambling long enough to look at the jewelry. The crystals were black and the necklace was starting to glow. She tried to drop the necklace, but could not release it. She looked around, unsure of what was happening. Everyone had moved away from her to the other side of the cave. Raven at that moment wanted nothing but to get rid of the necklace, or get out of the cave. With each step, the necklace got hotter. Raven stumbled against the wall of the cave.
     Callie watched, not sure of what to do. If the gift were as powerful as the legend suggested, she hated the thought of Raven having it. She started to take a step forward only to find Edward's arm around her waist.
     "No, this has to play out," was all he said. What he knew, or thought he knew, she never got a chance to ask. All attentions were on Raven, against the wall of the cave, screaming like a mad woman. Then a bright flash of light, and nothing.
     The cave was silent: no one moved, no one spoke. The necklace lay on the floor of the cave. The stones in it returned to their clear consistency. However, there was no sign of Raven. Where she should have been, there was nothing. . . except that a painting of a female figure was on the wall of the cave. No one could remember seeing it when they came in. The figure was painted as if someone had fallen against the wall.
     Callie suspected the necklace of having great power, but this? Recovering, she looked at Edward, "You knew something was going to happen didn't you?"
     Edward nodded, just beginning to recover himself. "A feeling, from the moment she grabbed the necklace. What is that thing?" he asked.
     Kitanna had been watching the interplay between them all this time. These were good people. They would guard her gifts well. Walking over, Kitanna bent down and picked up the necklace. She was tired. She had waited so long to be able to see her loved ones again, to be able to rest. "Callie, come here."
     Callie stepped forward, waving off both Michael and Edward, who were nervous after what had they had just seen. "Don't worry. The necklace is mine; it's always been mine. It knows who it belongs to."
     Callie knew the truth. Stepping forward, she met Kitanna in the center of the cave. Kitanna smiled and raised the necklace and placed it around Callie's neck. The cave was once again filled with a warm light.

     Callie was the first to awaken. She was lying on the ledge, just below the wall of the tomb. The wall had been repaired; could it have all been a dream? Sitting up, she felt an unfamiliar weight around her neck, a necklace of silver with clear pale red crystals. She could feel the crystals grow warm on her skin. This had not been a bad dream; all of it had been real. She stood up surveying the situation. Edward, Michael, and Kimberly were all unconscious to one side of the cave. Daniel was still lying in the middle of the cave. And Marcus was huddled in the corner, whimpering.
     She checked on Daniel first. He was all right: the wound was gone. His shirt was torn, and there was blood, but no wound. He started to wake up. "Lie still. We've all been through a lot."
     Daniel could only nod.
     Callie moved to check on the others; they were all waking up. Callie wanted to leave this place. She needed time to sort out everything she was thinking and feeling. Working together, the four moved Daniel and Marcus back to the hospital. The next few days would be long and hard.

     Over the next two weeks, they managed to clear up the virus. Callie did not know how she did it, but she seemed to know what plants from the cave were needed. She was grateful that Daniel had managed to get the cave protected from any government interference. The plants would be managed and their survival insured.
     The interesting part was that everyone's memories of what happened in the cave were different.
     Marcus had to be moved to the asylum. Every time he saw Callie, he would start screaming about the two who had become one. Declared officially insane, he would never again see the outside world.
     Kimberly remembered almost nothing of what happened; perhaps she was unable to deal with the ghost.
     Edward was the interesting case. He remembered the events as clearly as Callie, remembered the necklace being placed around Callie's neck, and Kitanna disappearing.
     Daniel was keeping his opinions and feelings to himself; like Callie, he had much to sort out, and needed the time to do that.
     With her people safe, Callie could return to her life though she knew it could not and would not be the same. Perhaps that was Kitanna's greatest gift, the ability to span both worlds, to bring Kitanna's wisdom and magic to her father's world of science and technology.

Epilogue

     It had been almost two weeks since Callie had returned home. She was glad it was over, and yet it wasn't. She sat on her couch drawing; she had never drawn in her life. Looking down, she saw the face of a young Indian man appearing. This was not the only image that had emerged in her sketches.
     The doorbell rang unexpectedly; she was not expecting company. Opening it, she saw Daniel standing at the door.
     Callie threw her arms around his neck. "Come in, come in, I'm glad you're here," she said. She led him to the couch. Once again he seemed to show up when she needed him. She was going to call him, she just had not gotten around to it yet. There were too many things to work out.
     It had been a long time since they had just sat and talked; she had missed that.
     Daniel sat on the couch looking at the sketch pad, "Callie, these are good. I didn't know you could draw."
     Callie smiled. "Neither did I, until I got back. There were so many images in my head it helped me to sort them out. Some of them are actually recognizable."
     Looking through, he found pictures of Edward, Michael and Kimberly, then paused and grinned at the one of himself. "Not too bad a likeness." Turning to the next page, he asked, "Who is this?"
     Callie leaned in. "I think it's the man she loved. He understood her more then anyone and had always told her he would wait for her," she told him.
     "Quite a story. I remember a lot of what happened in the cave; a woman kneeling over me, telling me everything would be all right." He paused, flipping though the notebook. "This woman."
     Callie looked at the sketch. "Kitanna. Yes, she saved you both times. The necklace destroyed Raven because she was not its rightful owner." Reaching under her hair she moved the necklace around to show him the location where the fastener had been. "The necklace is now one piece sealed around my neck. The crystals react to the thought patterns of the owner. As Kitanna put it, the power of love controls the crystals. They have great potential for good." She paused to look for a reaction. "Don't worry, Daniel, I have not lost it. When Kitanna gave me the necklace, with it came her memories and all of her training, though I still need to sort much of it out. Its like having memories that are yours, and yet not yours. She forced me to admit to a lot of things. You once asked me why I wanted to go back, what was drawing me back. It was for this, though I did not know it at the time." She stopped and stroked Kitanna's necklace.
     "Interesting. That matches what Edward told me about what he saw. Are you all right? You seem different." He was worried about her. The change seemed to be for the better, but the past few weeks had been hard.
     "I'm fine, really. There is so much to sort out, to try and understand. It's just overwhelming. I learned a lot about myself on this one."
     She paused, needing very desperately to change the subject. "I like your team: they are very good, very kind people. They will help you with the evil you fight. Their spirits are strong, and based in good."
     Daniel understood the change in direction, "Yes, they are. They have also become friends. For the work ahead that would be necessary. Callie, I was wondering something. You have always had some remarkable skills; there may be times in the future when we could use your help."
     Callie liked the idea; she respected his team. "You know you can always count on me for anything."
     Daniel nodded. "So, how about dinner?" he asked.
     "I'd like that."
     As they left the apartment, Callie thought that Kitanna had been right; she was tied to this man, and the to others. It was up to her to discover what those relationships were.
     But she knew she would see all of them again, for this story was far from over.