It had been hours since they'd arrived at the remains of Eric's Pattern, and Quinn was becoming frustrated with their lack of success, despite bringing Merlin in to assist. Her increasing worry about Jess didn't help any, so she was emminently relieved when Benedict showed up with Mandor in tow.
She worked with Mandor for a while, using the odd sesnsation of being, well, called to focus her Workings. And then Mandor struck paydirt.
It wasn't too long before there was a flash, and Quinn was all but knocked to the ground by a suddenly-appearing Jessica, who grabbed her in an exhuberant hug.
Once again, all was right with the Universe. At least for a little while...
She left Luke downstairs, and ran to her room, hurriedly crawling out of her mail and changing.
She was about to start down the stairs when she saw Darien lurking about. "Darien!" She detoured after him.
When he turned at the sound of her voice, she inhaled sharply. It looked like he'd been in a fight, and hadn't done all that well. "What happened?"
"I got jumped." He didn't look about to go into detail, though that wasn't about to stop her.
Frowning, she shoved him toward a chair in the hall. "Sit."
"Hey I'm fine!" he tried to fend her off, but she wasn't having any of it.
"Look, just let me do this, or I won't leave you alone."
He gave up and sat.
She started a minor Healing, and as she repaired some of the damage to bring down the swelling around his eye, she pried out of him a bit more about he'd managed to get into this state. Not much, but enough to make her worry. Despite his sarcastic comments about people holding his status and such against him, she had severe problems with the concept of an organized group attacking the Crown Prince of Rebma. She had even more problems with this, him being her brother, and all.
They argued a bit more, and she silently resolved to look into the situation on her own. She'd become awfully fond of her eldest sibling, and no one was going to get away with treating him as such.
"I think Dad's back," he finally said, in an attempt to change the subject.
"Oh? I never knew when he'd left." She couldn't quite keep the edge of envy and hurt from her voice.
"What are you, his daughter or his mother?" He scoffed at her.
Quinn took a step back, a flash of hurt and anger in her eyes. "I worry about him," she said through gritted teeth. "You didn't see how I found him, damn it."
Realizing he'd croosed the line, he looked at her remorsefully. "Quinn, I'm sorry," he said with quiet and sincere intensity
She nodded. "Look, Luke's waiting for me." Ignoring his sudden, knowing smirk, she poked him in the chest. "Promise me, brother mine, that you'll tell me if this happens again? Please?"
He looked up into her earnest face, and slowly nodded. "All right, sister."
Plainly relieved at his aquiescence, she leaned down and kissed him on the cheek. "Stay out of trouble for an evening, okay?" and she turned and ran down the stairs.
"Hey," he finally said. "I have an idea. You up to going sailing? Merlin and I own shares of a small sailboat..."
"Sounds like fun," she grinned at him. "I've never done much sailing."
It didn't take them long to get down to the docks, and Luke led her to a trim sailboat, which he helped her aboard. As he cast them off, he turned to her with a grin. "Technically it's actually Merlin's boat, but I don't think he'll mind, under the circumstances."
She sighed, laughing slightly. "If he yells at me, I'm going to have to make sure you get some of the blame..."
Continues in Interlude - Restless Waters