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SpiritsSong and she is mine.

Rated PG13

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I wrote this because of sorta challenge from Guinan and Mark asking me if I
was going to sit by and let Aeryn take care of my man. So here it is:






SPIRITSSONG TO THE RESCUE

"Elements of air, spirits of song, essence of life, awaken the light. Fire
of soul, flame of night, reveal me path I take tonight"
Three white candles glowed , the flames leaping higher with each word.
SpiritsSong drew closer to the candle, its golden light shone on her pale
features, the flaming torrent of unbound hair gleamed like molten lava as it
cascaded down her back.
Brilliant emerald color blended with the bright gold on the walls as the
flames reflected off the large green crystal embedded in a Celtic Cross that
she held suspended in front of the candles.
"Reveal to me that which is my journey this night in a place that is not"
she whispered.
As if on command the light suddenly swallowed her and she could see the
features of a man, and a wild and savage passion reached out from the heart
of the crystal to consume her.

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Aeryn mopped Crais's head with a cool cloth, he had shown no signs of
improvement since she had found him dying on Talyn .
Talyn had been near death also from causes unknown at this time.
Moya had attached herself to Talyn and had been sending him life giving
fluids and he was improving, if only she could do the same for Crais,
thought Aeryn.
Everyone on the ship had formed their own opinion of what had happened but
Aeryn seemed to be the only one who really cared whether Crais died or
lived.
The two John's were standing around watching Aeryn and arguing about how
she should let him go and pay more attention to them. D'Argo and Chiana were
too involved in solving their own problems to worry too much about Crais.
Stark kept pacing the floor and wringing his hands muttering to himself
about what Zhaan would do if she were here. He seemed to be the only one who
would help if he could get his mind untangled. Rygel was plotting to himself
to push Crais out of an airlock and set Talyn adrift at his first
opportunity.
The hours of tending to Crais and never leaving his side had began to take
its toll on Aeryn. She was about to give up when she heard a soft moan
escape his lips. She knelt down and leaned her head near so she could make
out what he was saying. She hoped he would give her a clue as to what had
happened.
He moaned again, it sounded as if he were trying to say a name, maybe it
was who had done this to him.
"It sounds as if he is saying something about a song" she spoke to no one
in particular. She leaned in closer, Crais moaned the word again and then
went limp.
Aeryns eyes went wide as she rose and turned to the others who had
gathered out of curiosity,
"What the frell is a SpiritsSong?" she asked.

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Crais's spirit was wandering in the mists of the abyss he knew he was
dying and was preparing to meet his fate. Suddenly he saw a bright light up
ahead. He had always heard that when a person dies he should go toward the
light so bravely Crais went forward to see what death had in store for him.
To his amazement, the light was not a tunnel toward which he would meet
his fate, but a radiance reflecting off someone or something coming towards
him. Now Crais was beginning to fear, he had heard nothing of this in the
tales of death.
The bright glow wasn't really white as he had imagined but a warm earthen
green that coalesced suddenly into a woman. The lady was translucent but he
could see her long flowing golden tresses and the piercing green eyes and
pale complection.
He tried to speak to ask what was happening to him but she places a soft
finger upon his lips. "Shhh" she said in the softest voice he had ever
heard.
"I am here only in spirit form to tell you it is not your time to die, I
have been sent by the spirits of the elementals to find you and give you
this," she handed him the Celtic cross with the green emerald.
"Hold on to this and I will be able to find you and aid you, remember my
name 'SpiritsSong"
Then she was gone.
Crais looked at the talisman in his hand and repeated the name
"SpiritsSong"

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"Look he is coming around" shouted Aeryn excitedly as the others drew
near.
Crais's eyes fluttered and tried to open as he once again muttered the
name "SpiritsSong"
"Now maybe we will find out what all this dren is he has been rambling
about while unconscience" spoke Chiana.
Aeryn put her arm underneath Crais's head to help him sip some water she
offered him. With the movement something fell from his grasp, still holding
to chain , the cross fell gently upon his chest.
"What's this?" Aeryn asked to anyone who was listening, "How did he get
this?"
She tried to take the cross from his hands but even in his weakened state
he would not let go.
"She is coming to save me," Crais managed to whisper before losing
unconsciencness once again.
"Spiritssong, Spriritssong, I have heard that name somewhere" Muttered
Stark.
"Oh not you too," grumbled Rygel "Soon everyone will be muttering that
word maybe its a disease and we are all catching it, toss him out the
airlock and Crais with him before we are all lunatic"
"Shut up Rygel if you want to keep your tongue" yelled Aeryn. "Stark tell
us what you know"
Stark held his head and tried to think, "Spiritssong sounds like one of
the Sidhe" he spoke mostly to himself.
"Sidhe? I have heard of that isn't it something like an elf or a fairy?"
asked one of the Johns.
Stark continued, "Down through the ages the Sidhe have been in contact with
mortals giving protection, healing and even teaching some of their skills to
mortals. Some say the Sidhe is a vampirish spirit who attaches herself to
one man and to this man she appears irresistibly beautiful and he falls
completely in love with her never to look at another woman. They give
strength healing by their songs and whenever a Sidhe appears there is a
strange sound like the humming of a thousand bees and a whirlwind."
"That's not exactly true" spoke a new voice.
Everyone turned around, there stood a lady, hair the color of golden
honey, eyes of pure emeralds and skin the color of ivory. Her voice was
soft with a hint of Gaelic accent. She moved with feline grace towards the
sleeping body of Crais.
She bent down and picked up the cross still in his hands, "I believe this
belongs to me" she said.
Smiling she looked around the room at the faces stunned to silence by her
appearance. It was easy to see the elongated canines when she smiled and the
crew wondered about the legend and how much of it were true and how much
myth.
"May I have a moment alone with Crais please?" SpiritsSong looked toward
Aeryn as she spoke.
Aeryn started forward to grab the Sidhe and push her out of the way, but was
frozen in place as SpritsSong raised her hand and spoke "shee-gaoithe" and a
tiny wind engulfed Aeryn and held her.
"I ask again may I have a moment alone?" the sidhe spoke more firmly this
time.
In unison they began to back out of the room, the wind disappeared and Aeryn
looking somewhat suspicious left with the others.
A she slowly walked toward the bed, she had a prescience of time moving
out of itself, of events unfolding that she was being drawn into but could
not yet see, much less prevent.
Trust me, she spoke silently to Crais, willing him to feel the truth of
her thoughts. I will not let you die. She felt his emotional struggle as he
tried to understand the thoughts that moved through his.
She lightly moved her hands over his body sensing wounds that could not be
seen and deciding how best to affect his healing.
"How?" Crais managed to whisper.
"The healing ways are ancient and known only to a few" She tired to
explain.
"To heal you I must hold your hand and see what cant been seen and touch
each wound with my mind and unleash the healing powers of the elementals,
the secrets have been laid upon me with a sacred vow that I cannot break,
please do not ask me more"
As a Sidhe Spiritssong had touched people hundreds of times. Physical
contact soothed and healed. But she gasped at the intensity of touching
Crais. His muscles tensed as his fist clenched and she experienced a raw,
sensual power that was stunning in the contrast of the heat of his hand
beneath her cool one. His fingers closed over hers. As if with a will of its
own, her hand opened to the sensual heat of his touch unleashing sensations
that were stunning and terrifying.
She took the Celtic Cross and laid it over Crais's heart. Slowly she
pressed her palms together and closed her eyes. Then she breathed in deeply,
closing out everything about her. Turning inward to that place where time no
longer exists, where there was only the life force of the power that burned
within. Ancient words taught long ago whispered through her senses and she
repeated them in the old language of the ancient ones.
Her unbound hair cascaded a fiery torrent about her shoulders and down her
back as her head lifted. Her skin glowed pale and luminous as thought from
some inner light.
She slowly opened her eyes they were an unnatural compelling green, rimmed
by a golden light like the heart of a flame, the same color as the crystal
that glowed where it lay over Crais's heart, as if the same fire burned
through both.
She looked at Crais, her green gaze meeting his and at the same time
seeing through him. He touched her hand and felt a fierce, wild energy in
the skin beneath his fingers. The contact was intense the unusual light in
her eyes reaching out and enfolding him. suffusing him with heat.
Spiritssong let her consciousness flow through her fingertips into the
injured man, reaching deep into his consciousness.
The contact was frenzied and chaotic, like stepping into a storm of past
experiences, memory and dreams, as she bonded with the life force within
him.
She saw and felt everything about Crais, his ambitions, fears, strengths,
weaknesses, hopes and deepest desires. Then she felt the pain and fever that
wasted him. She reached deep within him, surrounding his pain with her
energy until she felt it begin to flow through her, the connection between
them like a silken thread that must not be broken.
Her skin became fevered to the touch, as Crais's cooled and no longer
glistened with sweat. Crais's heartbeat slowed and strengthened. She turned
deathly pale. It was as if she had given him her strength.
Aeryn could stand it no longer, she burst through the door "How is he?"
she demanded, as the others came in right behind her.
"He rests well for a man who was near death but a few hours ago"
SpiritsSong tersely replied.
"The fever is gone and his wounds are healed, he will awaken soon"
Spiritssong sat down near Crais protectively.
"Sorceress Tralik" murmured Rygel to himself.
Crais stirred and sat up, both the women looked toward him. He had eyes
only for Spiritssong, his fingers flexed and then fisted with the desire to
run his hands through that torrent of fiery hair, He longed to feel again
the warm satin of her skin. Not with the touch of a healer but he touch of
the woman that hid inside. And with a raw rare hunger he ached to taste the
fullness of her mouth.
"Leave us alone will you, everyone, I would have a private word with my
healer" Crais spoke with insistence that left no room for argument.
Alone, she felt his peacekeepers hand in her hair and the gentle but
insistent forcefulness that drew her head back and compelled her gaze to
meet his.
The taut lines eased about his mouth, the wintry coldness shifted in those
dark eyes, and they took on a much darker shade of some new storm that
gathered, stunning her with the transformation from cold and forbidding to
something she sensed was far more dangerous.
His hand closed over the thickness of hair that hung loose at the nape of
her neck. He twisted it into a silken rope, binding her to him. His mouth
hovered close to hers, his breath wild and sweet bathed her.
"Sorceress, Rygel has called you, touching you is like touching the sun" he
purred.
Her skin trembled as his other hand came up to cup her face, callused
fingers fanning across her cheek, lightly grazing her skin with a rough
tenderness that made her long for more.
"The taste of you........". The tip of his tongue flicked at the curve of
her lip, as light as the stroke of a butterfly wing.
".....is like tasting fire." He groaned and the words became a shuddered
whisper as the fiery heat of his mouth took fierce possession of hers,
stunning her.
He tasted of wind, steel, and sweat, overlaid with the dusky sweetness of
warm wine laced with exotic spices and in the contact of his lips,
discovered in an explosion of intoxicating heat as his mouth opened to hers.
He felt the heat of her hands at his bare shoulders, the insistent
pressure of her lips upon his, then a tiny bite as she nipped at his lip.
From beyond the door he heard and insistent voice, Then the door was
suddenly thrown open.
"I tried to stop her'' hastily added Rygel as he pushed his way in beside
Aeryn.
Crais snarled an oath, "I gave orders I was not to be disturbed!"
Spiritssong struggles to free herself. But that powerful hand, twisted
with gentle restraint in her hair, held her as surely as if she were
tethered to his wrist.
"Talyn, Talyn is recovering and he is worried about you Crais" Aeryn spoke
much to fast, it was clear that curiosity more than Talyn's fretting was
Aeryns purpose in the interruption.
Crais reluctantly released SpiritsSong and drew a blanket around himself
as he arose.
" I will see to Talyn myself" he sneered.
Crais held out his hand to the surprised Sidhe, "Come with me let me
introduce you to Talyn" he took her hand and silently strode out the door.
The duo boarded Talyn and Crais could see that Talyn was showing signs of
a complete recovery.
"Talyn, let me introduce you to My Sorceress", he motioned towards the woman
on his arm.
Crais could tell that Talyn was enamored with the new arrival, and he was
please with the reaction.
"I am hoping we can convince the lady to make her abode with us permanently"
Crais informed both Tayln and SpirisSong.
How could SpiritsSong tell him that she was out of her element and out of
step with her timeline and although she knew she loved him as no other it
could never be.
Crais motioned down the hall "Let me show you my quarters'' he winked.
"Crais" Spiritssong whispered, "I cannot....I must not.....Please..."
Crais led her into the room, "You smell of living things, of forest pine,
and new meadows. Of sweet midnight dreams and eve sweeter secrets," His
fingers stroked back across her cheek to lightly brush her lips.
"What are you?" he asked teasingly
"Perhaps a Troll" she teased back
"You are no Troll" he answered caressing the curve of her bottom lip with
a battle-scarred thumb, his roughened flesh scraping her tender flesh and
causing unexpected sensations to tremble through her.
"Perhaps a faerie," she said in a startled whisper, her gaze lowered and
shuttered lest she betray the feelings and emotions stirring within her that
she dare not let him see,
"You are no fey, ethereal creature" The warmth of his breath bathed her,
so close she could taste the heat the dark masculine strength and the
whisper of need that moved across her senses.
"You are flesh and blood." His lips brushed hers. stunning her with the
tenderness that promised all those things and more. Then he tasted her, the
rough velvet of his tongue gliding along the curve of there mouth from
corner to corner, then slowly back to flick inside the parted center,
"And fire" he whispered as his tongue slipped past her lips to taste her
more deeply and began a tender assault that began and ended, with each slow
invasion allowing her to taste him as thoroughly as he tasted her.
There was no hurry nor haste in Crais's kisses, It was as though each was
deliberate, lingered over, and savored completely before the next was begun,
filling her with a sensual madness that she wanted neither to understand nor
end even as she felt the gentle tugging of laces at her bodice and then the
downward stroking journey of his lips to other needy places.
"You skin is so warm and sweet" he whispered. His tongue stroked over a
dusky nipple.
Spiritssong gasped at the reaction of her body. Her breasts tingled with
each plucking stroke, her nipples taut and hard like berries as he nibbled
with his teeth. Then his lips closed over he possessively and she
experienced a gentle, rhythmic tugging as she was drawn more deeply onto the
dark, wet heat of his mouth in a tender, relentless assault.
Abandoning herself to awakening senses, her head fell back until she was
supported only by his arm about her twist, neck arched, nails leaving small
creases in the skin at his shoulders as she held on to him, her breath
caught in her lungs as her body betrayed her. Her breast taken more deeply
into his mouth as each tugging, suckling stoke echoes in some dark, deeply
hidden place within her. She whispered "I cannot stay, please".
Those hard, scarred hands, capable of wielding death and destruction,
tenderly , slowly , deliberately, undressed her, rousing her further with
each touch across her skin.
"Be still" He barely controlled the agony threading his voice. Then,
feeling the anticipation that quivered through her, sensing the deep burning
desire within her, he stepped back a half pace and wend down on one knee at
her feet.
In countless places, she felt the warm heat of his mouth in tender kisses,
hands locked over her hips and holding her so that she could not flee form
his sensual assault. She would not, even if she could have.
His assault created a sort of breathless agony which SpiritsSong was
certain she could not bear. The gentle, warm bites nibbling at flesh that
rapidly became too sensitive to his touch, the gliding downward stroke of
his tongue that made her wet. And the rhythmic alternating stroke of those
long fingers, slipping inside of her.
She softly cried ancient Celtic words. The sound of his name shattered on
a desperate sob as her body shuddered beneath his hands and mouth and the
sweet wine of her body drenched him.
"I want to touch you as you have touched me" she whispered.
The passion of her words almost drove him to his knees. He kissed her
fiercely, hands thrust back through the thick satin of her hair. She
breathlessly broke the kiss to begin another. pressing her mouth against his
chest, tasting him. As he had aroused her, she now aroused him with fire.
He tongue stroked across all the hard scarred contours of him.
Her fingers sought then found the taut flesh at his belly that quivered
and leapt beneath her seeking fingers. Engorged flesh sprang into her hand.
She held the weight of him in slender hands. She closed a hand around him,
fingers barely encircling his veined flesh to glide from warm satin tip down
the length of him to that dark thicket and back again, a glistening droplet
beading at the tip of the engorged flesh.
The sound he made was primeval, feral, like the cry of some ancient
creature in agony . He felt control slip away as he swept her into his arms
no longer certain who was the seducer or who had been seduced.
He had no patience for the extra time it would take to have borne her to
the bed and so, lowered her to the soft furs of some unknown animal on the
floor.He parted her and with the aroused swollen flesh to penetrate her dark
magic. She was as intoxicating and stiffing as warm wine that moved through
his veins like molten fire.
Smooth and sleek she molded him, her sweet fire easing his passage until
he lay full and heavy within her. Sweat glistened across his body . " You
are so beautiful" huskily the words were spoken.
Never had he-battle scarred from a score of blows, hardened by torture,
the cruelties of his peacekeepers life and the harsh realities had he ever
been called beautiful.
"I love you" Crais told her as their bodies began to move together, taking
and giving in a fierce joining until neither was certain where one ended and
the other began.
Crais felt as if the very fabric of his life was being torn asunder,
consumed by the sweet fire of her body, until like that mythical creature
that leapt from the flames of desolation with a harsh fierce cry, he felt
himself reborn in her passion.
A restlessness drove her from his bed. Satisfied that he slept on she
slipped into a chair across the room. Against everything that she was,
against a destiny that had been written long ago, she had risked all,
abandoned the warning of her special gift and crossed over into this world
to join with a man seen in her vision.
Spiritssong lit a candle, the voice that always guided her, speaking to
her through visions and dreams had been silent. "Come to me" SpiritsSong
spoke into the flames, holding her cross and looking into the crystal.
Casting her thoughts far beyond the veil of night and the boundaries of time
and place to another place of hope dreams found in that lingering time just
before dawn. In those moments when night is no longer night and day is not
yet day a place found only in the mists.
Spiritssong felt the pull calling her home, before she could go she had one
last thing to do. She silently crept to Crais's bed and tenderly gave him
one last kiss and clasping the chain with the Celtic Cross around his neck,
tiptoed out of the room and dissappeared into the candles flames.

THE END