I do NOT own Fantasy : Cassie, Betty Mae, TJ, Kalinda, and Kurt are of my nine Roarke crossed his arms and smiled as he leaned against the 70s-style post

going from the pony wall to the ceiling. Bethany was sitting on the bed in the bungalow

nearest his office talking up a storm to her mother as Cassie showed her daughter how to

do a double chain stitch with a blue hook. She'd been home for two months and had spent

most of it in getting real sleep. When the girl had first entered her parents' room she'd inquired about the

screams, the rocking, and the lights she'd heard about. While she wasn't sure

she believed the answer given to the general public, she didn't question what

her parents told her. Mainly, Bethany-Mae was happy to know whatever had been

wrong with her mother was now all fixed. "This double stitch is a pain," Bethany muttered. Cassie gave a sympathetic smile. "Stick with it, it will come." "I think you need to get to Mahnna's now." Roarke cleared his throat and

grinned as his daughter let out a resigned 'okay'. "See you later Momma." With that Bethany ran and hugged her father. "I'm glad she's home again." "So am I, honey. Now..." he gave Bethany a slight swat, "get going." "Yes, Daddy." And with that the child was out the door. Mr. Roarke stood straight up and sauntered to the end of the bed. His wife

knew 'that' look, but pretended not to see it. That only served to cause her

husband to shake a finger at her, but his laughing eyes betrayed the

seriousness of his mouth. "You, little lady, owe me answers." He wasn't

surprised to see his wife pull herself up against the headboard as she locked

her fingers around her bent up knees. "I'm going to the bathroom, and when I

get out we are talking." "Of course." Cassie replied and watched the man she'd married shut the

bathroom door. Leaning against the headboard, she closed her eyes. The lady

appreciated the time he'd given her to think. She didn't know how long he was

behind closed doors, but when she heard his footsteps come near the bed her

eyes opened. Roarke was out of his white suit and was wearing gray tennis shorts and a v-neck shirt.

His feet were bare, and his eyes deep. Darn that male, he knew what the sight of him in

that outfit did to her. "You're not playing fair." She tossed her head, pretending to pout. "Somehow, Dear, I'm not worried." With that he lifted the covers and got into

a comfortable sitting position before laying the blankets back down. "Now," he began, getting her as close to him as possible, "about those

answers." "What are the questions?" "For starters, why didn't you tell me about Kurt? When did he come back?" "Roarke, he never left - not really." Cassie's eyes filled with shock and

disbelief. "What?" Her husband's eyebrows lifted. "I saw him board the plane with Kalinda

myself." "And I saw him fly back without her." Her eyes looked straight at him. "That

plane wasn't even gone the whole day, don't tell me you didn't figure out that

it was the same plane?" "Okay, I won't." He couldn't help but laugh when she gave him an 'oh,

brother' look. "So, why didn't he join forces when Kalinda come back?" "It's hard to say. I think he wanted to, I kept seeing him at distances,

but..." She shrugged her shoulders. "The two of them never got

together." "So. When did he start battling with you?" That bothered him the most. Kalinda

had thrown such a powerful blast it should have sent up a shield against his

type - making it impossible for him to slip in and fight with Cassie.

"Roarke, you weren't that out of it, trust me. Kurt wasn't there at the

battle. He came to the big house after it was all over. You were out of the

room at the time he entered. I can't explain why you were unable to see him;

phooey, I couldn't even tell when you came and left in the first place,

nonetheless by the time you seemed aware of anything different..." Looking

at him, she gave him a wry smile. "Kurt had changed to another form, and, excuse me, I

can't fight battles like you. I can fight only one at a time." Shrugging her shoulders,

she went on. "I'm pretty sure the reason Kalinda didn't get together with Kurt was

because she was bent on getting revenge on you, and I think she wasn't worried about me

because…" "She didn't know you knew about her, Kurt," he glanced down at her,

finishing her sentence. The man also ended with a feeling of resignation, "Or

that you were aware of the whole truth about me." His wife nodded, leaned her head against his chest and softly asked, "Didn't

you ever wonder how I knew what to throw at Kalinda? How I knew what to do to

give you a fighting chance? I mean it's not like it's common knowledge." "I have," he sighed. "many times over the years. I've also wondered a few

other things." "Like what?" Her fingers stroked the bottom of his sleeve and brushed the skin of his arm. "How did you know what Kalinda was up to? I mean really up to? I thought I'd

hidden that well." "Men." She lifted her head and looked up at him. "I'm your wife. Do you

honestly think I didn't know about all those cuts and bruises? Did you really

think I was just going to stand by and do nothing? I was just supposed to sit

back and watch you die without a fight?" Laying her head back down against his

chest, she admitted to figuring out Kurt's pattern in the library. "I just

got one step ahead of him is all. I cut sections out that would have aided

Kurt, and let him know Kalinda would have gone along with his plan. I.." She

paused and clasped his upper arm as she confessed, "I found old journals of

yours, and …other books. Ones you thought were long gone. I burnt them

knowing you wouldn't want any of that information around, but, yes, I was able

to figure everything out by reading them." She closed her eyes waiting for himto blow, but he didn't. "Oh, Cassie." He held her even tighter as tears began to flow down his face,

"Do you realize what a position you've put yourself into? People I have

loved in the past couldn't have handled what you've read, figured out, or been

through, and I dare say not even the things you'll yet see." Though his tears

stopped he lowered his voice. "Their lips, and even their minds, would tell

them they could, but if reality hit? Oh, no, their hearts would melt and

they'd run." "Do you realize what would have happened to yourself and this island, if I

hadn't?" She lifted her head to face him. "I knew you'd sent Bethany-Mae away,

and was glad; it was one less worry I had to deal with, but when you showed

back up with her I was wearing down, and was desperately trying to help you to

see things. Anyhow, when I saw her I figured if I got her attention..." "Then you'd get mine." The light easily turned on in his eyes and he acquired

a no-duh look which was aimed at himself, not his wife. "Yes, but first, I had to be sure you two were close enough she'd go running

to you, and not anyone else. When I saw that was indeed the case I figured out

how to let her see some of the lights, and yes, it finally, dawned on me hot

to let out the screams which needed to be heard. I know she's only twelve, but

I couldn't see any other way. Honest, Roarke," his wife begged not only with

her mouth, but her eyes, for him to understand, "it was the only road to take;

at least the only way I could find. Don't ask me to be sorry, and, .." She bit

back her own tears wanting to flow. "Are you going to order me to leave?" "Oh, Cassie, I can't send you away. I..." Roarke left off talking, slid his

arm out from behind her, and decided it would be best if he got out of bed

instead of where his mind had wandered to. "Honey, if I don't go back to

work now I'll lose control of myself. Twelve years is a long time and my

hunger is strong. But I'm not selfish - you need to rest." He got no further

as his wife pulled him back around to face her. "Work can wait. I'm home again." This time it was she who spoke with seduction

in her voice, "I have enough strength, I promise." He then, willingly, laid

back down and let her feed his The hillside was bare as wind blew over the grass. A feeling of a body

reminiscing was in the breeze. Therefore it was no surprise to see a lone male

figure standing at the edge of the cliff overlooking the ocean. It had been many years since he'd been back. In fact it had been so long

that only one person was aware the 'newcomer' wasn't so new. Graves could be

seen off in the distance. Familiar names lay on their headstones:

Bethany-Mae Roarke Andrews, her husband, Jack, their children, grandchildren,

and great-grandchildren. Taking a deep breath, the man let it slowly out. "They were good people.

Bethany was right in choosing to follow them." Another figure came close and a hand intertwined their fingers with his.

"Don't you think, Roarke, it's time to go meet our guests? There are many

fantasies still out there to fulfill." Roarke turned and smiled at Cassie. She still made his heart skip a beat. Even

the sight of the braces on her legs did nothing to repel him from his wife. "Yes, I guess so." Letting her fingers go, he wrapped his arm around her

waist. "Let's go home." And then he added with a wink, "Again."