Hey there,

Well, like you probably know, I've been working on Geiar's bio and I've got the first little part done. It doesn't explain anything about her past not yet anyway, but I guess you could say that right now she knows just about as much as you do.

Maybe some notes. . .

Geiar -- this is Geiar version 1, the original, I have three versions now, so I'm just trying to keep them straight. I originally created her for a role playing game back in 1994 -- this is the story of part of her life (not that I have a title for it yet. . .still working on that)

Other characters you'll meet here are Logan, Sabe and Raith -- they all worked together with Geiar and were all original creations of the friends I gamed with -- I've just taken them out of the box and dusted them off. These are their characters and hopefully I stay true to their natures. I won't go into too much detail with them right now, but trust me you'll get to know them soon enough.

Hope y'all enjoy :)

JEn

By Jenna.

"Logan West?" The sound of the doctor's voice rattled through the nearly empty waiting room. In the far corner, three heads turned to see a slender man in green scrubs standing in the doorway.

"Yes?" The large form of a man rose quickly from the trio and approached apprehensive of what he might hear. The other two faces stared silently trying to draw the fate of their friend from the doctor's steady gaze. They didn't have to wait long. As Logan approached, his lips curled into a careful smile.

"She did fine, it went like clockwork. Right now she's in recovery where she'll be spending the rest of the night." Behind him, Logan heard a small cheer rise up as the doctor's face grew serious again. "We're not out of the woods yet, Mr. West, this was a very serious procedure. We still need to see how she reacts when she wakes up, but we're already off to a good start." For the first time in almost a day, Logan visibly relaxed. He exhaled a breath he felt he'd been holding since he left Geiar's side several hours before.

"When can I see her?" He asked impatiently.

"Not for some time yet, I'm afraid, but we'll let you know the moment you can." Logan nodded shakily, his body suddenly drained of energy.

"Thank you," Logan replied solemnly as he shook the doctor's hand. He stood in the doorway of the waiting room and watched as the doctor made his way down the hall before returning to his friends. Turning around he found them standing just a few feet behind him. Sabe was smiling broadly and trying without much success to control her excitement. Raith, however, stood behind her with his hands in his pockets, his face a mask of indifference.

Logan looked over at Raith "she's going to be okay," he said steadily, without much emotion, as Sabe rushed into his arms demanding a hug. Raith rolled his eyes at such an emotional display, but decided that in this situation it was acceptable. He walked over to his partner and lightly punched him in the arm.

"See West? You were worried about nothing," Raith said trying to downplay the seriousness of the occasion. Logan didn't respond, but Sabe did.

"Raith! Be nice!" She ordered, slapping his stomach with the back of her hand causing the rock on her finger to dig sharply into his skin. Reflexively, his hand moved to cover the wounded area. Standing at 5'9" Sabe was not petite by any means, but standing between those two giants, she felt absolutely diminutive. At least they behaved well, with some guidance, when the need arose.

"She'll be just fine, Logan, the hardest part is over. Now it's just recovery!" Sabe encouraged, as she brought her arms around him again. Logan was glad for her enthusiasm. It helped keep him from getting too lost in his worries, but it tended to annoy him as well. Sometimes she could be too much. Right now all he wanted was to see Geiar, sleeping or not, and see for himself that she was alright.

The nurse must have known his thoughts just then because she walked into the room asking if he'd like to see her. Of course it would still be some time before he could, but she gave him directions to a waiting area outside the recovery room nonetheless. Raith retrieved Sabe's purse from a nearby chair and handed it to her.

"What are you doing?" she demanded, "we're not going anywhere."

"Yes we are, we're leaving, there's nothing else we can do here." Sabe flattened her eyebrows at him and dropped her purse back into the seat. Raith picked it up again as he proceeded to push her coat onto her shoulders. "He's not going to stay here and we can't go with him."

"We can wait. . ."

"We have been waiting for 16 hours, Sabe, I'm going home. You're coming with me or you're walking." Raith stalked toward the door but stopped in front of Logan. They exchanged a look of pained tolerance over their female companion.

"Let Raith take you home, Sabe," Logan added, "I'll be alright. I'll call you after I see her." This was a losing argument, Sabe thought as she slowly walked toward the door. Raith handed her handbag over roughly as Sabe looked at Logan in disagreement. "I'll be alright," he repeated, "thanks for being here." He patted her shoulder lightly as she walked out the door.

"You'll call directly after you see her," Sabe ordered, "I don't care what time it is." Logan nodded.

"Yes, ma'am." He watched the pair walked down the corridor and disappear within the embrace of an elevator large enough to carry a small automobile. After, he made his way down to a set of swinging double doors. Passing through, he came across a second nurses' station where he was directed around a corner to a carpeted area that looked surprisingly like the one he had just left. Sitting down, he leaned back in the chair, rested his head against the wall behind him, and waited. His body might have been exhausted but his mind wandered with nervous energy. Quietly, his memory echoed with hushed words shared in the lonely hours of the night.

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"I guess I don't really have much of a choice. . ." her voice floated into his head like a dream. "Everything will be okay, right?" Geiar looked up at him, her eyes pleading with him to calm her fears.

"Everything will be alright," he repeated wrapping an arm around her as she rested her head against his shoulder. "This is the highest technology available for the procedure, we're taking as few risks as possible. . . "

"I know," she sighed, "but they're not exactly taking my tonsils out tomorrow - this thing was not designed to be removed." Logan's embrace tightened involuntarily. "So many things can still go wrong."

"They won't." Logan refused to consider the possibilities. If he did, he'd go insane with worry. The couple sat together in the darkness of their bedroom leaning against the headboard. Soft blankets pooled around them comforting their bodies but defenseless against their fears. On the nightstand beside them the outstretched arms of the alarm clock marched steadily toward the next dawn as they fought the constant need to look over and see how much time they had already lost. Eventually, exhaustion won them over and they lay down but sleep was slow in coming. Logan spooned behind her holding her body tightly against his and in the darkness, Geiar finally spoke the words she had carefully avoided all night.

"Logan, I'm scared." Her fragile voice drifted through the tomb cold air of the bedroom and settled over everything like a fine layer of dust. Behind her, she heard him break his silence with the draw of a breath and it's steady release.

"I am, too." The rustling of blankets was heard as Logan pulled Geiar onto her back and he leaned over her caressing her face. "Geiar, after the life you've lead, I don't think something as simple as an operation will take you out." She smiled gently into the night. I suppose that's true enough, she thought, but what if. . . "By this time tomorrow, you'll be in the recovery room and this whole thing will be a memory. Dwelling on it will only make us miserable and it won't change what happens." Geiar acquiesced as he lay back down resting his head in the soft curve of flesh between her shoulder and the swell of her breast.

"Besides, Ms. N'Dege, you have a wedding to plan, you've got a business to worry about, and well there's that little Cthulu thing we still can't figure out. . ." she laughed. His voice was so casual she nearly forgot they were responsibilities at all.

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It was her laugh Logan remembered most from that conversation. Even in the darkness of her fears she bubbled. It was one of a million small things he had only begun to notice about her in the six months they had been together. How he didn't see them earlier was a mystery, but then again, neither had anyone else. Except for maybe Sabe, who not only noticed them but saw what she called his invisible reactions to them. She spent half her waking hours trying to get him to realize it, not that he ever did. An accidental meeting did in 30 seconds what she had been trying to accomplish for five years. And six months later everyone's lives were different because of it. Well, no, not everyone, Logan thought, Raith changes for no one. The solitary predator that he is, Raith was content with life as it was and he went through almost every day just the same as the last. Employers, situations, lives - they all changed. Raith stayed the same . . . and maybe it was better that way.

Logan remembered that kind of life. He was happy in his solitude looking forward to the next day and the next fight. But the hard, impenetrable world he had created for himself was shattered by one careless act of gentility. Suddenly the life he had been happy with was not enough, he wanted more. He wanted her. And he pursued her swiftly and zealously. She didn't put up much of a fight, he remembered. In fact, there wasn't any fight - just surrender. Sabe, it turns out, was right after all.

He reached into his shirt pocket and pulled out a thin gold ring. Three diamonds sparkled back at his tired eyes as he tilted the ring in the fluorescent light. It was so small compared to his own hands that the buttery yellow circle barely fit over the first knuckle of his little finger. Mesmerized, he watched the stones sparkle.

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"What are you giving me this for?" he asked nervously as she sat on the edge of the bed trying to remain modest in the thin, short, hospital gown. Geiar's hand lifted away from his to reveal her engagement ring resting lightly in the curve of his palm.

"The nurse said that I couldn't keep any jewelry on."

"They're not letting you keep much of anything are they?" he asked, trying to lighten the mood. Geiar absently felt for her recently shorn hair then winced when her fingers touched bare skin.

"No they sure aren't," Geiar answered, "If Sabe were here she'd tell me to fire my hair dresser." She laughed, expecting Logan to see the humor in her statement, but he was lost in his own world toying with her ring and smiling in a sad kind of way. I never expected to be getting this back, he thought as he squeezed the ring tightly between his thick fingers. Geiar noticed the expression on his face and raced to reassure him. "I'm going to want it back, you know." He snorted. "You're not getting out of marrying me this easily, Mr. West," Geiar threatened.

Logan finally smiled, "I wouldn't dream of it."

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The memory of her laughter reflected in the brilliance of the ring Logan now removed from his finger and dropped back into his shirt pocket. He felt the small circle rest near his heart and somehow, knowing that it was there comforted him. Again he leaned his head against the wall and promptly fell asleep wishing for a time when this night will be nothing but a memory.

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The next morning Logan returned with Sabe at his side and quietly crept into Geiar's room. She was still asleep. After a short visit last night, he was escorted from recovery and told he could spend more time with her tomorrow. At least he had seen her. He even got to sit by her bed for a moment and just hold her hand. Closing his eyes he tried what was probably the closest thing to a prayer he had ever done in his life. Hopefully it was good enough for whatever spirits there happen to be to smile down on her, watch over her where he couldn't.

Sabe smiled softly at Logan as he pulled his chair closer to Geiar's bedside. Reaching for her hand, he cradled it in his hoping for some kind of response. A few minutes later she drew in a deep breath as her head lolled to the side, her eyes sliding open into an unfocused world. Sabe's smile brightened as Geiar looked around her room, struggling to focus her vision.

"How do you feel," Logan asked gently as Geiar turned to face him. She looked down at her hand still resting in his then back at the man sitting next to her.

"Th-. .thirsty," she answered with a thick tongue. Clearly the effects of the anesthesia hadn't completely worn off.

"The doctor said to expect that," he explained as Sabe reached for the dusty rose plastic pitcher then moved to the sink to refill it. "It's from the anesthesia." She returned with the pitcher and a glass and poured some water. Geiar reached for the glass with unsteady hands but managed to bring it to her lips and drink.

"Thank you," she offered quietly to the woman at the foot of her bed before she lay back down. Whoever these people are, at least they're nice Geiar thought to herself before she drifted back into sleep.

End.