"Do you think she will be okay?" Orin looked to Caela who was resting her head against the window in the car. They were making their way to the house. Buffy had been released and it had been three days since the surprizing incident. Caela and the other three had yet to discuss what the vampire was saying to her. She wasn't sleeping, instead, she was sitting wide awake in "her room" at nights, contemplating things. She had another being in her, pushing her, speaking to her. Before the metting with the vampire she had not even thought about being a reincarnate of someone, a goddess for that matter. But now she was having conversations with the goddess Gabielle. Making up plans and fighting tactics. Most os them were of medieval

bases.She looked at Orin and nodded slowly then, in conclusion, "Eventually." She understood Buffy and Angel's past. She could not relate, but she knew it.

Orin realized that she was worrying about something. About which he did not know. He wrapped an arm around her slim shoulders and pulled her to rest against him. She obliged in he gesture and tried her best to relax into his body. Everything in her was flooding to her mind, not allowing her to escape anything that had happened to her; her parents' death, Gabrielle's soul, her gift, Orin's horride destiny, Buffy's multiple loses and Tharsian. Immidiately after Angel informed the rest of the "Scoobies" on what he gathered from the Oracles they went into overdrive with research. Not just to get to the bottom of what was going on but to bury themselves so that Buffy did not have to. They knew that once she got well she would want to know everything. In fact, if they knew Buffy she would even demand of the information while still bedridden.

The car stopped, pulling into the drive of Buffy's house, Quickly, angel jumped out of the driver's seat and ran around to Buffy in the passenger's seat, opening the door. Angel slowly and calmly unlocked her seatbelt and slid his hands underneath her, lifting her out of the car.

He mad his way peacefully through the house so as to keep Buffy calm and comfortable, carrying her to her and Angel's new temporary room. Switching of beds became a sort of ritual around the house. One slept where one fell asleep; chairs, couch bed, swing bench, sleeping bag on the floor or, if you were lucky, a bed. That night, and at least until she got better, Buffy was entitled and given the largest bed for her recovery.

After covering her up with the covers Angel spooned her body to where his mimicked her's; fetal.

Caela never thought that she would feel for someone, even relatively close, to the way that Buffy and Angel felt for one another. The sense of not being able to live without them and willing to give your life so that they might live. Orin was HER dream come true. Alike Angel was Buffy's dream come true. There were two pairs of soulmates in the house. Two pairs of soulmates fighting for light against the dark. Two pairs of soulmates that were destined to help one another face death wishes. Neither one of the four knew if they would all live or that they would all perish. Or, the worse of the scenerios, that one of them should die or that two of them should die. It was thought by all four of them that it was more desired to die with their love than to never be able to hold them again.

Orin didn't know exactly what she was doing, feeling sorry for her self or just thinking. Either way, it broke his heart to think that what she was feeling was making her eyes water with tears.

"Tell me what you're thinking." He whispered in her ear as he rested his chin on her shoulder.

Turning in his lap she slung of her legs under her to sit face to face with him and straddled his body. He kept his hold around her waist as she moved and waited for her to situate herself. Once she did she put her arms around his neck and rested her head on his shoulder, facing away from him.

Orin stroked her hair and kissed her the side of her head. He grew even more worried with this new reaction. He had never seen her so NOT worried about being so close to him and yet she was now "unable" to talk to him. The boy feared that she was feeling that she could not talk to him about what she was thinking. Finally, in his mid thoughts, she slowly pulled away and looked down to look at her hands that now rested in on his chest.

With this familiar shy reaction Orin put a finger under her chin and tilted her head back to look at him. He studied her eyes and features as she remained quiet. He took both hands now from her side and placed them on either side of her head and slidding them down with handfulls of her hair in each as he strocked them. Once he saw that she had calmed by the expression on her face becoming less tense he tucked the hair behind her ears. "Now," He kept his hands on her head, "tell me whats wrong."

"She gave a small sniffle and nodded slightly. "I am frightened." She looked down again, feeling a bit embarrassed that she had actually admitted it for the first time since her parents have died. She so desperately wanted to tell Pike and Angel and ever Buffy when she had arrived but she felt that she had to do her job; acting strong.

"About whats happening to Buffy or just in general?" He tilted her head back up again.

"General, I assume." She shrugged. "Tis not fair that-" She caught herself and realized who she was talking to. The subject at hand was about him, she didn't want to upset him.

"What?" He peered into her eyes. "Whats not fair, Caela?"

"Tis not fair dat you are de one dat must be sacrafised." A single tear had begun to make it's way down her cheek. She quickly wiped it away and looked at him, wondering if she had down what she had not intended to do; frighten him as well.

"Its destiny. Don't worry about me. If I understand this correctly, Buffy and Angel have defied destiny repeatedly. What makes this any different?" His voice was still soft.

"Dat it is me dat will lose ya dis time. Not one of them." Another tear, for the other eye, but, again, was stopped by the time it neared her nose.

"Oh." He looked at her and then felt a touch of admiration for her. His heart lept for the first time in his life when he repeated her words again in his head. She was telling him that she was attached to him. She more than liked him but wasn't sure about loving him. He felt the same. He was constantly drawn to her from the moment he saw her decend the very stairs that were around the corner of the room they sat in.

"Orin?" Her voice was amazingly low and rasped with hesitation.

"Yeah?" He looked at her, coming out of his thoughts.

She looked at him, straight in the eyes and smiled shyly and then took a deep breath. "Hold me?" She was scared of the very words that came from her lips but was confident that that was what she wanted.

He didn't answer the question of her words but was pleased to act upon them. He returned his hands onto her back and drew her to his chest where she layed her head on his shoulder for a second time. She closed her eyes, relishing the feel of his compasionate body against her and his feeling; body and senses. She could feel that he was extremly content in having her with him on his lap and in his arms and smiled at the thought that she felt the same. It was there that she was able to have a peaceful nights rest. No nightmares. No visions. And no worried.

For the night...

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