Is There A Doctor On The Dig? 
Part 1

(c) Bat Morda 1997

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This story takes place three weeks after THE XENA SCROLLS.

Chapter 1: Student Bodies

"Dr. Covington, how many sites have uncovered physical evidence of Xena the Warrior Princess?"

Janice Covington smiled patiently. The eager anthropology and archeology students were in no short supply since the discovery of the Xena Scrolls. Word traveled quickly, and only two weeks back in the states already saw the now famed archeologist guest lecturing in the very halls that had once defiled the name of her father.

She paced a moment, forcing herself to appear relaxed in gray pumps that were anything but relaxing. "Seven sites have revealed hard evidence thus far, it is possible I may uncover more." Before turning to the next upraised hand, Janice paused a moment to enjoy the lovely blue eyes of the petite blond that had asked the question. "Thank you for your question." She added softly, noting the bashful blush of the young co-ed as she sat down.

"And where are these artifacts now?" A young man asked, before being called upon. Janice turned to him, irritated, just as the class bell sounded.

"I'm sorry that is all the good doctor has time for now," said Professor Solon as he quickly scribbled on the black board. "Chapters four through six for next time, have your questions ready." As the students filed out, many paused to shake Dr. Covington's hand and congratulate her on her discovery.

Janice accepted the attention graciously, all the while counting the minutes until she could get home and change out of the uncomfortable skirt and pantyhose. Still, this was a part of archeology too; the schmoozing and connection making that funded research projects in a manner more appropriate than Harry Covington's.

"It was a wonderful talk Doctor," the pretty blond said, when she reached the front of the line.

"Thank you.¼"

"Flora, my name's Flora Gates." The woman gushed, forgetting to let go of Janice's hand.

Janice didn't mind, and let her hold it. "Well then, thank you Flora Gates."

Other people behind the student were beginning to push so she continued in a rush. "If you ever take research students on your digs¼ well¼ here's my number, I'd be interested." The last was said with an inflection Janice knew was unmistakable.

"We'll see about that." She replied accepting the phone number with a gleam in her eye.

Janice crossed the campus parking lot quickly, easily locating her beat up Ford pickup truck. "How ya doin' Argo?" She called to the large dog sitting behind the wheel. Argo stuck her head out the door, greeting Dr. Covington with a sloppy kiss. "Okay, okay girl." Janice laughed. "Now move over, you know you can't drive."

"Dr. Covington!" A familiar voice shouted from nearby.

Janice grimaced as she turned around, she knew that voice. "What is it Sal?" She asked, forcing herself to remain patient.

Salvador Monious gasped for air, the short run across parking lot having taxed his limited physical resources. The museum curator, Sal Monious was a necessary friend, even if he was incorrigible, unreliable and completely self serving. "There's a problem," he gasped, "the scrolls that Jack Kleinman was returning from New Jersey," he gasped again, this time leaning on Janice's truck. "They've been intercepted. Someone matching the description of Dr. Callisandra Leesto picked them up¼"

"Cal¼" Janice muttered under her breath, furious. "Wait a minute. I told you to get those scrolls picked up personally. Are you saying you had Jack, the idiot mail them?!"

Sal clearly looked nervous and uncomfortable. "Well it's cheaper that way. With the money we saved we could do a much nicer display in the museum."

"If you get your display at all." Janice retorted.

"Well I was hoping you'd help us get them back." He looked around to see if anyone was listening. "I was hoping the museum wouldn't have to hear about the mix up. I'd be willing to personally finance the recovery of the scrolls, if you'd keep it quiet."

Janice smiled, "Oh you'll finance it alright, and don't worry about keeping it quiet. I don't want to let anyone know I trusted you to get something important done right."

"I'd be willing to pay as much as¼" As if on cue an ominous growl issued from Argo's throat. Ninety five pounds of canine hostility were a bit much for the befuddled curator. "Whatever it costs, of course." Instantly the dog went back to contented panting.

Nodding, Janice opened the door to her truck. "Good. I'll call you tonight with what I need. I'll leave first thing in the morning." Fumbling in her pocket, Janice extracted three items. Her keys, which she put into the ignition and started up the truck. As she backed up, out of sight of the curator she handed Argo a dog biscuit. "Good work girl."

The third item, the phone number of Flora Gates, Janice held briefly. With a sigh she put it back in her pocket. "Maybe another time Flora," she whispered under her breath. Argo cocked her head quizzically, but remained silent.

No sooner had Janice returned home and deposited her mail, when a knock sounded on her front door. Kicking off her pumps she quickly poured herself a scotch, and headed to the door. "Just a minute¼Mel, what are you doing here?" There she was, standing at her front door, Melinda Pappas: Descendent of Xena. Janice downed her whiskey in one gulp. "At the airport in Macedonia you said you had to go, things to do." Janice hoped that the supreme hurt she felt was not apparent in her voice.

"And that's just what I did. I rushed straight home, put my affairs in order, got the next plane out of South Carolina, and well," she shrugged in a manner Janice found totally disarming, "here I am."

Stunned, Janice turned around and headed for the living room intent on another drink. Taking that as a signal to make herself at home Mel entered the tiny house, returning for two trips to get all of her luggage. Janice' mind was swimming. At first repulsed by the wealthy southern aristocrat, then intrigued by the descendant of Xena, Melinda Pappas had occupied the archeologist's thoughts frequently since they parted company. Frequently, to Janice' surprise, while she was in bed. Janice didn't usually find herself attracted to dark haired women taller than herself, but there was no denying Melinda Pappas was magnificently attractive.

"And I must say, why Janice I've never seen you looking so fem¼ Oh, my!" Mel gasped, as Argo padded out of the kitchen, "what on earth is that?"

"That," Janice explained as she made her single whiskey a double, "is a she and her name is Argo."

"Oh, I get it," Mel smiled, "after Xena's horse. So what kind of dog is she?"

"She's Golden Retriever and Alsatian."

"Funny," Mel commented, "looks like Retriever and German Shepherd to me."

With that a low rumble erupted from the dog's throat and her hackles went up. She began to advance menacingly on the visitor. Mel quickly ducked behind Janice who quieted the dog with a hand signal. "Argo prefers the term Alsatian, which is the same thing as German Shepherd. She's as upset about the war as anyone else."

"My mistake," Mel said with a slight curtsey to the dog who wagged her tail forgivingly.

"You said Xena's horse was named Argo. How do you know that?" Janice asked, handing Mel a glass of ginger ale.

"Why I'm sure we saw it in one of the scrolls¼" Mel started to look off into the distance.

"It was not on any of the scrolls that we got the opportunity to read." Janice was still furious that her stupid mix up had wrecked this much havoc in the world of priceless antiquities. She well knew what Dr. Cal Leesto would do to them. They would be auctioned off to the highest bidder and sent to all four corners of the globe, never to see the light of research.

"Well you know Janice, I've been having the oddest dreams since that thing happened out there in Macedonia. Almost like I'm reliving Xena's dreams, it's so strange." Melinda watched Janice's sad nod and was instantly sorry she brought it up. She remembered what Xena had said to the archeologist while in possession of her body, and the tremors of emotion she had felt at the sight of Gabrielle's descendant. Still, Janice Covington seemed to cling to the belief that the bard was excess baggage in the lore of Xena and less than worthy of historical note. Melinda wasn't sure how she would do it, but she had to do something to change the doctor's mind.

"So, what's our first adventure?" She asked in an attempt to change the subject.

"Tomorrow I'm leaving to go after the scrolls, they've been stolen by a doctor unethical enough to make my dad look saintly. You, should head back home."

"Now you stop right there, Dr. Janice Covington, I took care of my business back home so we could be partners. Don't think for a moment that I'll calmly sit here and let ya'll walk off¼ now iffin you're going after the scrolls, then I'm a-goin' with you." To make her point she sat down on the couch, crossed her legs, took a sip of soda and glared at Janice with a look intended to make clear that she'd just made herself quite at home. To complete the picture Argo walked over and laid down on the floor, resting her head on Mel's foot.

"Oh, I get it." Janice observed, "two against one. Fine. Stay. If you don't mind I'm going to take a bath and go to bed." With that, Janice took off her jacket, casually tossed it across the arm of the living room chair and stalked off towards the bathroom.

"Okay, so her manners need work." Mel muttered to Argo as she scratched the dog behind her big floppy ears. But she has potential." Sipping her drink Melinda began a casual survey of the doctor's living room. The furnishings were sparse, antique but well cared for. The main living room was dominated by book shelves that went from floor to ceiling. Book after book about history, archeology, science and mythology were everywhere. Several stacks of books rested on the huge oak desk near the fire place and several more stacks were on the floor nearby.

Something on the desk caught Mel's eye. Almost transfixed she reached out and picked up a piece of tattered leather. A torn section of forearm bracer, bronze meatal work still nailed to the outer surface. "My bracer¼" Mel whispered slipping the cuff on and noting the perfect fit despite the age of the cracked garment. Also on the table was a worn notebook, several strips of leather thong and a metal hair clasp. Melinda sat down quickly as the rush of memory made her head swim. In a flash of memory she could see the metal clasp in Gabrielle's hand as the bard fixed her hair. Then she saw the leather thong in her own hand as she clumsily tried to return the favor the bard, her love. A whining brought her out of her reverie and she looked down into soft brown eyes, looking back, worried. "It's okay Argo, I'm alright."

Still unsure, the dog nudged Melinda out of the chair, away from the artifacts. "You're right, I should just get some sleep." Absently she touched the notebook and hair things. Then embarrassed, she blushed as she thought about the dreams she hoped she would encounter. Dreams she'd had every night since leaving Macedonia.

Picking up her lightest bag, Mel looked for the guest bedroom. Finding a door she thought was correct, she tested the handle. It was unlocked so she opened it. There, looking more than a little annoyed, was Dr. Janice Covington naked in a bathtub, smoking.

"Do you mind?" Janice asked, making no attempt to cover her quite exposed body.

"Um¼ well. I'm so sorry Janice. Ya'll didn't tell me where your spare bedroom is." Mel did her best to look anywhere but at the naked, muscular form of the relining archeologist.

"There is no spare bedroom sweetheart, take the bed or the couch. It makes no difference to me."

"Pardon me." Mel said, backing out of the bathroom. She paused for a moment down the hall to get her bearings. She felt warm and flustered after her encounter. "Must be the dreams." She muttered to herself.

Deciding to take the couch she headed back into the living room. The couch however was now occupied by Argo, who did not look like she was in any mood to move. In fact, with her head down the dog would only follow Mel's "get down" gestures with her eyes, declining to even lift her head. "Well I'll just let Janice deal with you then." Mel decided, turning her back on the dog and heading to the bedroom. Again she felt dizzy as soon as she walked into the room. Mel closed her eyes a moment trying to figure out what it was. There was a very comforting smell to this room. She looked at the dresser and saw a bowl of lavender buds. There was also a faint scent of leather to the room as well. On a nightstand by one side of the bed was an old tiffany lamp with a dragon fly design and several books. Melinda paused to read the spines. "The Past Life Experience, Genetic Memory, Know Your Other Selves, Lifetimes From Beyond The Grave, and Regression Therapy. Pretty out there stuff Dr. Covington." Feeling a bit like an intruder she got into bed on the opposite side.

Settled in between the sheets, she was ready to drift off to sleep when Janice strolled in. Dressed in nothing but a man's long sleeved shirt, Mel was startled by the racing of her pulse. She tried looking at the floor but bare feet led to strong calves attached to muscular thighs and shirt tails that rode up to a delicate hip. "Well you said it didn't matter where, and the dog was on the couch," she stammered as Janice walked around to the other side of the bed. Melinda was sure she'd faint as she pulled the covers back.

"Mel, this is my house. I'm not about to sleep on the couch. You're fine here. I don't bite." Then, with a wicked grin added, "unless you ask really nicely."

"Why that is right neighborly of you Doctor Covington." Mel shot back with equal sarcasm, "G'night."

"G'night Miss Pappas." Janice replied with a wry grin.

¼From the moment Gabrielle put the ambrosia to my lips and I regained consciousness I don't think I'd ever felt such joy. I'm sure I smiled more in those next few hours than I had in my entire adult life up to that point. I suppose I should have felt some sadness. After all, the changes I'd made in my life were not enough to keep me out of Tartarus, but I didn't care. The thought that I may never see the Elysian Fields mattered little. In life I was reunited with Gabrielle and next to that, the Elysian Fields paled in comparison.

"When you think of the dead, the dead can hear your thoughts." While I can attest to the accuracy of that statement, it does not in any way imply the impact of hearing the thoughts of the living from the other side. Even in her profound sadness Gabrielle was a source of comfort and support for me. Her unwillingness to give me up added fuel to the fire of my resolve. While there was nothing I could do from the other side to return the kindness, reunited with my body I could and would rectify that situation.

After saying our goodbyes to Autolycus we retired for the night to the Amazon village. We did not know of Velaska's condition and celebrated that our troubles were, for the moment, over. Ephiny insisted that Gabrielle and I stay in her home while she stayed at a friend's with her son. Her hut was away from the main body of the village and for that I was grateful. I tried to meet the curious stares of the other amazon's with good grace but I was still unused the sensations of life from death and tired quickly. Gabrielle stayed in the main lodge a while longer than I. Knowing her she thanked every one who supported her for their loyalty, further endearing herself in their hearts.

I wandered around Ephiny's house for a bit feeling oddly nervous. Something had happened between me and Gabrielle and every fiber in my being hoped that things would go forward, not back. In Autolycus's body I responded to the sound of the bard's voice with a passion that could not be curbed. I had to speak to her, reassure her. Since my death, her thoughts of love and devotion had wrapped around my soul like a warm blanket. I knew well the things she wanted to tell me but couldn't and her thoughts mirrored the beating of my own heart. I suppose that was why I kissed her. Something I had dreamt about doing in life but lacked the courage fo follow through. Knowing now how she felt, I couldn't stop myself. And her lips, her lips were every bit as soft and responsive as I'd remembered. I did not think I could ever feel that close to anyone, that was until I entered her body.

Although that experience was brief, and consumed by the fight with Valaska, I felt a connection to Gabrielle I doubted I'd ever be able to duplicate. Doubted, but I was determined to try. So there I stood, leaning against a window listening to the sounds of night, watching the moon and feeling every bit as nervous as a newlywed on her wedding night.

I felt Gabrielle's presence by the door before I heard her. "Sorry that took so long," she said as she entered carrying a cluttered tray.

"Answer a lot of questions?" I asked as she put the tray down on the table. I couldn't keep from smiling at her, my heart brimming with the joy of seeing her with my own eyes.

"Not a lot of questions, just the same ones repeatedly." She replied handing me a steaming mug. I inhaled the steam, relaxing in the fragrance of the special amazon mead, spiced with cinnamon and cloves. Gabrielle took a sip from her own mug and then came to stand near me by the window.

"I missed you so much Xena," she said quietly. I put my mug down and wrapped my arms around her, holding her close. Since my return it was all I could do not to touch her constantly. I think she felt the same, since until the moment I retired for the night she hadn't left my side since I woke up.

"Me too." I said tightly, trying for the hundredth time that night not to cry.

She tipped her head up and looked at me. Slowly, I lowered my head and gently covered her lips with my own. Sadly that sweet kiss was broken by the huge grin that spread across my face. I opened my eyes to see Gabrielle smiling too.

"Much better without the moustache." She commented, immeasurably alleviating my nervousness.

"I'm glad you think so too." I murmured.

She stepped away from me and her cheeks began to flush pink. "What is it?" I asked.

She chuckled and answered. "I'd like to get this stuff off," she said indicating her amazon outfit, "but I'm not the one that put it on¼"

"Say no more my princess, I'm here to serve." I replied, moving to help her with the armor.

"Ah, that's 'Queen' Xena. I'm Queen now," she countered with mild reproach.

"That's right." I agreed, slipping the bracers from her arms. "You outrank me now."

She giggled at that as I stooped to take off her boots. "Your oversight can be forgiven," she replied regally, "as long as it doesn't happen again." I felt her hand on the top of my head gently caressing my hair as I worked on the laces. I sighed in pleasure as I gently caressed her thigh and calf before pulling off the boot.

"I will endeavor to remember," I said as I removed the other boot. Stepping behind Gabrielle I unhooked the clasps that held her top in place. Before I could touch her however she slipped on a sleeping shift and eased out of her skirt. I didn't mind, for us it was no longer a matter of if but when. We embraced again then she slipped behind me and began to undo my armor. "I didn't think Amazon Queens had to do that." I said.

"This queen is not about to let anyone else do it. Face it, you're stuck with me Xena." The words were like a sirens song to my ears. Gabrielle's voice became more serious when she asked how I was feeling. I seriously considered the question for a moment.

"I don't know how one is supposed to feel after a resurrection, but I feel fine. A little stiff maybe, but who wouldn't be after spending time in a sarcophagus?"

"I thought as much." She replied after helping me out of my leathers. "Ephiny gave me some mint oil to sooth the soreness. Lay down on the bed and I'll rub it in." After getting my boots off I laid down as instructed. I heard Gabrielle take something off the tray as she moved to the bed. I smiled anew as I felt her comforting weight settle on my backside. I could feel her doing something then heard the sounds as she rubbed her hands together. Next I felt the delicious sensation of warmth and softness as she rubbed the oil into the skin of my back.

For long minutes she massaged my upper back and arms then began to work her way downward providing each area of my body with thorough attention. I was in a state of supreme bliss as I felt her shift and work on my lower back and backside. In time she began to move lower and massage my legs and feet. "Gabrielle, that feels wonderful," I murmured.

"Yes, yes it does." She replied, "roll over and let's do the other side." I complied and looked up into shining green eyes as she straddled my hips. "I meant what I said about never dying again," she said conversationally as she poured a small amount of oil into her hands.

"Good. I meant what I said about not dying," I replied as she rubbed her hands together. I watched her as she lowered her hands to my chest gently massaged my shoulders and arms before moving to my breasts. While her touch was not overtly sexual it was intensely sensual and I felt myself begin to melt under her strong hands. She continued to work, focusing on my body, working the healing oil into the skin of my stomach and legs. When she was done her touch became softer, simply exploring the contours of my body. I watched her for a time, looked at her as she looked at me. It was when I felt the wetness from her body as she moved against me that I had to act.

I didn't consider asking if it was alright, if it was what she wanted. We had shared enough since my death to know exactly how we felt and that this was what had to be, for both of us. I began to run my hands over the tops of her thighs, lightly trailing my fingers down the inside as she continued to explore my body with her hands. She gasped in pleasure then looked down at me, green eyes hungry.

I began to trace the contours of her body from the outside of her shift. Delighting in the slide of the smooth cloth against her skin, happy at her response. Slowly she lowered herself to my waiting mouth and we shared a kiss that deepened as our smoldering desire ignited into an inferno. Her tongue was like velvet as she sought out the secrets of my mouth. I held nothing back form her, how could I? She shared her body and mind with me without reservation. I wanted her to know me as intimately as I knew her.

I feathered kisses down the length of her throat, delighting in the feel of a heartbeat that I knew so well. "Yes." she panted and I could feel the vibrations through her throat against my lips. It was wonderful. Holding her tightly, I rolled over. Supporting my weight with my arms I looked down into what was easily the most radiant face I'd ever seen. Eyes beaming, she smiled up at me and traced a gentle finger down my cheek. Slowly I lowered myself until my lips were just inches from Gabrielle's. With a smile we both uttered the words "I love you" at the same time. We shared a laugh at that, then desire claiming us once more continued the utterances of love without using words. The reality of making love to Gabrielle far surpassed even my wildest fantasies. To me, she was perfect in every way. With a slow deliberate touch I eased the sleeping shift over her head, sighing happily as I felt her warm skin against my own.

With strong hands she held my head over her breast as my tongue wreaked havoc with her nipple, even as her body writhed beneath mine. I noticed a small area of skin, so white it was almost translucent. "What's this?" I asked.

"Where the ambrosia landed" she replied through heavy breaths as I slowly moved against her. When I kissed that white patch of skin she cried out in pleasure, fingertips grazing across my back. I could feel the dampness increase on my thigh as it rested between her legs. Feeling her excitement building, I eased my body down, her thighs spreading wide to accommodate my broad shoulders. Her hands trailed lightly over my back, coming to rest again against my head. She removed them briefly as she watched me lower my lips to her center then threw her head back into the pillow with a groan of "yessssss" as I began to feast. She was so soft, warm and wet and I could feel every movement I made reverberate through her entire body. I lapped at her softly and gently until she began to buck against my face driving me deeper and harder. As my tongue caressed then consumed her swollen bud I heard her cry of rapture. The trust and connection I felt at her loss of control was indeed akin to the connection I felt inside her body.

Gabrielle and I would be forever connected and we both knew it, and rejoiced in that knowledge. That night she opened up feelings in me I didn't know I had. I suppose she'd been doing it all along. First she taught me the true meaning of friendship, then a deeper understanding of love. There was nothing I wouldn't do for Gabrielle, nothing we wouldn't do for each other. And that night, that perfect night with the moon shining in the window we did everything¼

Chapter 2: The Fear of Flying

"Come on Mel, wake up!" A not so gentle hand shook Melinda Pappas' shoulder.

"Wha¼ what?" she asked, groggy.

"The big adventure, remember? If you want to help me get the scrolls back, be ready to go in one hour." Janice was about to return to her packing then looked at Melinda critically. "Are you okay? You look kind of disoriented." Janice stood across the bed form Mel, dressed in her khaki pants and an undershirt over her bra. Mel gazed at her relaxed muscular form then glanced down at the bed covers, embarrassed.

"I¼ I was having a dream." Melinda replied with a blush.

"Sounded like a good one." Janice smiled as she began to rummage through her drawer for a shirt.

"Yes, um, well. So, where are we off to?"

Janice shrugged into a khaki shirt, tucking it into the waist of her pants then extracted a revolver from her sock drawer. After checking to make sure it was loaded, she spun it skillfully once then dropped it into it's holster. "The airport. I called Sal Monious, a friend from the museum last night. He's arranged air passage for us to take us part way to Cal's island retreat. I'm sure that where she's taken the scrolls. We'll take a boat the rest of the way." Rummaging through her closet Janice tossed a small bag onto the bed, as well as an unusual looking pack. Next came the bullwhip and a box of extra bullets.

"You could wait until I get up, couldn't you?" Mel asked, a tad irritated as things from the closet began to rain down on her.

"I'm sorry sweetheart, but we don't have much time," Janice replied with a grin. "What were you planning to wear?"

"Well I've got this lovely lavender skirt and a cream blouse¼" Her words died at the unflinchingly critical look she received form the archeologist. "I take it you think that is inappropriate?"

"Very." Janice replied, her voice softening. "We're probably going to be on the run. You'll need something a bit more¼ practical." Then a gleam came to her eye that Mel knew was unmistakably like her ancestor Gabrielle. Returning to her closet she said, "I've got just what you need."

"I don't know Janice, I feel sort of funny. It isn't very flattering." Mel looked at herself dubiously in the archaeologists full length mirror behind her bedroom door. She wore Harry Covington's boots, khaki pants, one of Janice's shirts with her own lace camisole underneath and Harry's jacket. Her hair was down, in a loose ponytail like Janice's and looking at her reflection Mel felt a bit freakish.

"You look fine Mel, the camisole is a bit overdone but trust me, where we're going no one is going to pay the least bit of attention to our looks. I'm glad you're the same size as pop. Besides, you remember what happened to your suit the last time."

"Yes I do." Mel agreed remembering how Xena had ruined her thirty-five dollar skirt. "But I don't intend to be possessed by Xena again."

"You never know." Janice smiled.

"Oh, all right you win. What next."

Janice whistled and Argo bounded up onto the bed. She then slung the unusual pack over the dogs head and tightened the straps. The dog now wore two small saddle bags. Janice packed them with some ammunition and a few other items. "Anything you need to take of value- let Argo carry it. She is the only thing I can guarantee will make it back in one piece. Otherwise I'll carry any stuff you need in my pack. But if it isn't on you or Argo, be prepared to loose it. I'm going to get my notebook." When Janice left the room Mel quickly opened her small bag. Before changing her mind she extracted a small velvet pouch and a scroll case and put the two items into the bottom of one of Argo's bags.

"It's a secret Argo," Mel whispered, "don't let Janice see them, not yet." When Janice returned she handed Mel a few other items to pack int the dog's pouch. Then she put her notebook, more bullets and a few other things into her own satchel. Getting a backpack out of the closet she packed some blankets, a few tins of food and several containers of water. A spare canteen she put in the on the other side of the dog's pack and one more in her satchel. It took a few minutes of arguing but Janice reluctantly agreed to carry Melinda's makeup and a few other items.

"I guess we're ready to go." Janice said as she checked Argo's packs to make sure the weight was distributed evenly.

"Not quite." Melinda disagreed leaving the room a moment. She returned a moment later with the jacket Janice had discarded the night before. "You forgot to hang this up. It's bad luck to leave home with clothes lying about." She tossed it to her friend noticing something flutter out of the pocket.

"Who is Flora Gates?" Mel asked as Janice hung up the jacket next to the matching skirt.

"Give me that." Janice replied hotly, taking the piece of notebook paper from Melinda.

Outside Mel continued, "Well¼"

"She's a student, she wants to go one of my digs, okay?" Janice muttered as she loaded their gear into the back of the truck.

"Funny," Mel commented, as a frowning Janice held the passenger door "I've never seen the 'o' in Flora written as a heart before."

"It's none of your business." Janice argued as she drove to the nearby base of the Army Air Corp.

"Don't be silly," Mel smiled and lightly touched Janice's thigh (a gesture not lost on the archeologist), "a little harmless girl talk won't kill you."

"I suck at girl talk."

"Which is why you should practice. What are we doing here?" Mel asked as they slowed to a stop at the guard gate. An attractive sentry leaned over smiling at the two of them.

"Glad to see you've made some friends that don't have fleas, Dr. Covington. Sergeant Ore is expecting you."

"Thanks Private Maleus." Janice nodded as she drove past the gate.

"Where did you cultivate military connections?" Mel asked as they approached a large transport plane on the tarmac.

"Friday night poker." Janice explained. "I join a group of guys when I'm in town and we play. We don't bet money though. Usually it's favors."

"Oh, my!" Mel said, shocked.

"Not those types of favors." Janice assured her with a chuckle. "Greg is the chief mechanic so I'll make him fix my truck, or I'll have to help his kids with their homework. That kind of thing. So anyway, he looses real big to me about three years ago. I needed a flight to a dig sight. It's not easy to find a carrier that'll take the dog, so anyway it turns out his crew has to drop some supplies not too far from where I'm going- so it works out."

"And the government doesn't mind?" Melinda asked intrigued, as the three of them strolled over to the giant cargo plane.

"I thought when the war started there would be trouble for sure." Janice nodded, "First trip we made during the war was real hush-hush. But it turned out that the previous troops sent out had sustained heavy losses, but every one from our trip was fine. Now they're convinced Argo is good luck and we don't have any problems. Not a single soldier that has ridden on a plane with Argo has been killed in battle.

"That is lucky." Mel agreed.

"Nope." Janice lit a cigar. "It's no more luck than curses."

A group of several GI's hurried over to join them. One of the men circled Janice in a rough embrace. "Good to see you Jan."

"Greg, this is Melinda Pappas. Melinda, this is Sergeant Greg Ore, the only man alive who can call me Jan and keep all of his teeth."

"It's a pleasure Sergeant." Melinda said, shaking the man's hand warmly.

"No ma'am, the pleasure's all mine. It's so rare that I get to meet a¼ friend of Janice's." With a smile frozen on her face Janice sharply elbowed the big man in the ribs. When he looked at her in alarm she glared at him.

"What?" he asked defensively, "I thought¼"

"I think we should be boarding." Janice cut him off and headed up the ramp.

Inside the cavernous plane a number of army troops were already seated and ready for takeoff. Argo quickly made her rounds, licking faces and receiving the warm words and attentions of the G.I.s. A short distance away, between several large mounds of cargo, another seating area had been cleared. Sergeant Ore ushered them to the area nodding to Mel. "This is the first class section."

"Why are we separated from the troops?" Mel whispered to Janice.

The Sergeant chuckled. "They've work to do ma'am, and there is no denying that you and Janice would be a bit of a distraction." Melinda blushed, flattered.

"Besides, it's quieter back here." Janice added. "Okay Greg," she continued, handing him her keys. "You can use the truck, just make sure it ends up in one piece at my house, and there is some candy in the glove box for Gabriel."

After shaking Mel's hand one last time he gave Janice an official salute and crisply spun on his heel, leaving them. Almost immediately the low rumble of the C46 engines could be heard. Janice whistled and Argo bounded over, curling up at Mel's feet.

"Why didn't I see her in Macedonia?" Mel shouted to be heard over the growing roar of the plane.

"She wasn't there. Greg's kid, Gabriel, was sick with phenomena. Gabriel adores Argo so I left her with him while he recovered. It worked too, in no time he was talking her for walks." It wasn't hard to see the growing panic on Melinda's face as the plane positioned itself for takeoff. "You don't like planes, do you?"

"I'm terrified of them." Mel confessed in a squeak.

Janice reached out and took Mel's hand squeezing it reassuringly. "Well, you're being very brave."

"Ohmigod!" Mel gasped as the plane began to pick up speed. Letting go of Janice's hand she grabbed the smaller woman's arm, burrowing her head in the archeologist's shoulder to keep from screaming.

"It's okay Mel, we're almost airborne." Janice murmured into the taller woman's ear, as she put a comforting arm around her shoulders.

Almost as soon as it started the plane leveled out, the noise level went down dramatically and the ride softened. They were on their way. Mel didn't let go of Janice right away, nor did the smaller woman release her comforting hold. Eventually however, Melinda Pappas regained her composure and with cheeks crimson from embarrassment, pulled away. "I'm sorry about that," she muttered, wishing she were wearing a skirt to straighten.

"It's okay Mel, really. We've all got things we're insecure about." Janice rummaged into her pack and pulled out two blankets. One she handed to Mel, the other she rolled out on the floor of the cargo plane. "We've got a few hours until lunch, I suggest you try to sleep."

"But I only just woke up."

"From here on out Melinda Pappas take my advice, you'll sleep whenever you can, you eat whenever you can."

"Does the same go for relieving myself?" She asked sarcastically.

"Actually, yes. I can't guarantee the next meal, or the next night of uneventful sleep. Dr. Leesto is dangerous, and her thugs are dangerous. Smythe was a pansy compared to her." Janice stretched out on her blanket, Argo laying down next to her and resting her large head on the archeologist's abdomen.

Mel stretched out on her blanket as well, but before Janice could tip her hat over her eyes, asked another question. "It sounds like you know this Dr. Leesto pretty well?"

Janice absently stroked Argo's back and looked at the ceiling of the cargo plane. "We went to school together. A long time ago we were even friends. But then she discovered that life for her was much easier if she stayed on the side lines, then try to steal my discoveries and research as I made them. We've been battling over Xena sites for years."

"When did you see her last?" Mel asked, leaning up on an elbow.

"A year ago," Janice sighed, seething, "when she shot Argo." Mel looked with alarm to the dog dozing lazily on her mistress. "She lost a lot of blood, she almost didn't make it, but two Air Corps Surgeons volunteered their time after coming off of twelve hour shifts to assist the vet who was treating her. She pulled through." Janice smiled warmly at the dog, "I had discovered some artifacts from Xena's days as a warlord."

"And Dr. Leesto got the artifacts?" Mel asked gently.

Janice nodded. "Yes, but I managed to get Argo out."

"But what if she tries to hurt Argo again?"

Janice studied Mel's face for a moment before answering, then lowered her hat over her face, "I'll kill her first."

¼Armor can be a lot of things. It's a protective skin, but can become a cage if it isn't designed properly. It can inspire fear, terror or hope depending upon who wears it. Ultimately it isn't the clothes though, but the deeds that defines the individual. "So who designed your armor?" Gabrielle asked one day, seemingly out of nowhere. We hadn't been traveling together for very long, so I suppose I was a little surprised by the frankness of the question.

"I did," I answered, "why?"

Gabrielle continued to walk alongside Argo and glanced up at me from time to time. We were riding through territory my army had captured years before so I guess I was already on edge.

"It's just that it suits you so well. I mean, you look incredible in it." Gabrielle continued to walk along, as if she'd just said it was a nice day. At that point I hadn't fully realized that was just how she was: completely honest about just about everything.

"I see. So you're saying I look incredible?"

When she looked up the next time I noticed a blush to her cheeks. Gods it was hard to keep a straight face. "What I mean," Gabrielle tried to explain, "is that¼ well, black is definitely your color. I mean your hair, it brings out your eyes, the leather. It all goes together to create a striking image. Then the bronze of your breast plate, it sets off your skin quite nicely. It's good for storytelling. The only real point of color on you is your eyes, it's very dramatic."

"So you've spent a lot of time looking at me?" I asked plainly enough.

"I, ah. Well¼ um. Bards have to be observant. It's a point of professional pride, so of course I've had to look at you."

"Mmmhmmm."

"So did you wear the same type of thing when you were a war lord or was it different?"

I stopped Argo and had a look around. I knew the terrain, knew where we were, not far from a cave I'd used in the past. "Well Gabrielle, if you're that interested I could show you." We were heading to the next town in no particular hurry, and perhaps I was feeling overindulgent. I extended my hand, and after a half hearted refusal, Gabrielle joined me on Argo's back. I smiled as her arms circled my waist, and felt the weight of her head as she leaned against my back. When Gabrielle rode with me, unable to see my face from her vantage point, I allowed myself a self satisfied smirk as I felt her arms tighten when Argo took off.

It was a pleasant distraction. With Gabrielle against me, chattering away about the country side, it was more difficult to see the surrounding landscape as I had the last time I was here; riding at the head of an army, leaving the land burnt and bleeding in my wake. I found the cave without any trouble and helped Gabrielle down before dismounting. I lit a torch and headed into the cave. It was as I remembered, some equipment still littered the cave floor, swords, spears; nothing worth anything. My men that had died had been remembered according to custom so there were no bodies. Making my way to a secluded tunnel I found the alcove where I'd hidden the trunk. Gabrielle held the torch while I pulled it out.

"What's this?" She asked, looking at the nondescript trunk.

"Some supplies I stowed here when my army came through. As I remember, I had a spare set of armor in this trunk."

"Really?" She asked moving close as I opened the lid. Smiling indulgently I tossed the lid aside and sure enough, everything was as I'd left it. Things from my past that were no longer mine, belongings of a person I no longer was.

"Oh," Gabrielle breathed as she reverently lifted out the wire frame of my breast plate. Compared to what I now wore, it was terribly ineffective.

Gabrielle looked at me shyly, I knew that look. She was debating whether she should ask me something. "What?" I offered.

"Would you put it on?" I hadn't expected that. I must have frowned because she moved away a little and looked uncertain. "I'm sorry," she gushed. "If it brings back bad memories or something, I understand¼"

Now I felt bad, I guess coming from her the question made sense, and I had showed her this in the first place. "It's alright," I assured her, "they're just clothes- right?"

She nodded and sat down on a rock, ready to watch. I sighed. I'd gotten myself into this mess, might as well make the most of it. I stole glances out of the corner of my eye as I undressed. Gabrielle's attention was riveted. I don't think she blinked as I slipped my bracers off, unhooked my armor and shrugged out of my leathers. Her eyes roamed over my body, she studied my arms, legs, watched my hands. I wondered what she thought. Did she look upon me as infamous? An oddity? Or as a woman hungry for another? I had to keep my wits about me. It would have been so easy to turn this simple stunt into a seduction, but that was not who I was. At least not anymore.

It was strange putting the old armor on. It felt heavy, bulky, oppressive. When I turned around to face Gabrielle, she jumped. "That's¼ ah, different." She finally said.

"That's vague." I replied.

"It doesn't suit you Xena." She explained. "It's dark, and trust me I didn't think your wardrobe could get any darker. The cape and everything, it takes away from the beauty of your body, it's strength. And those shoulder thingies¼ I guess what I mean is that you don't need to wear something to be fearful. You don't need to wear something powerful to be strong. And you don't need to wear something flashy," she nodded at the chain mail on my hands, " to be breathtakingly beautiful. It's like your armor now let's the real you come to the surface, while this suit, um¼ buries it."

I suppose it was way back then that I first felt the tremors of something very special for Gabrielle¼

Chapter 3: Campfire Girls

Mel woke with a start, then sighed. A bit of air turbulence had drawn her from the land of Xena, back into her own life. She looked over at Janice who was breathing steadily, her hand resting on Argo's head. Not knowing what time it was, she had no idea how long she'd been asleep. She heard a footstep nearby and instantly Janice was sitting, hat perched back on her head, wide awake.

"Lunch time Dr. Covington." A young man said as he carefully approached.

"Thanks." Janice replied accepting the sandwiches and bottles of pop from the Corporal.

He inclined his head in a silent question and Janice smiled. "Sure, go ahead. Argo, say thanks for lunch. He dropped to his knees and played with the dog for a few moments.

"There's an extra sandwich for Argo." He said shyly, "roast beef."

"What's your name soldier?" Janice asked.

"Purdy." The man replied.

"Then thank you Corporal Purdy. That's very kind of you." He stood and brushed himself off before heading back to his unit.

"Thank you Doctor Covington, Argo is good luck, I can feel it."

Mel ate in silence for a few moments while Janice fed Argo her sandwich. "Why don't you believe in luck?" She finally asked.

"I'm a scientist Melinda, there's no room for luck in science."

"My daddy was a scientist too Janice, but he kept a rabbit's foot in his pocket until the day he died."

"I don't think that rabbit was very lucky." Janice replied with a wry grin.

"But look at Xena," Mel decided to try a different tactic, "she was mighty lucky the day Gabrielle strolled into her life."

Janice shrugged. "She made the most of an bad situation if you ask me. And Gabrielle didn't exactly 'stroll' into Xena's life. Xena rescued her then Gabrielle wouldn't leave her alone."

Mel crossed her arms, defiant. "Are you saying that Xena: Destroyer of Nations couldn't get rid of a single bard if she'd wanted to? If Joxer had been the one Xena rescued I'd wager that she wouldn't have let him follow her."

"So what's your point?" Janice asked around a mouthful of sandwich.

"I'm just curious as to why you're not the least bit curious about the author of the Xena scrolls. Understanding how Gabrielle fit into Xena's life would shed a lot of insight into exactly who Xena was. Xena can't be solely defined by her deeds¼"

"Maybe so. But we don't know for sure that Gabrielle was in fact the bard who wrote the scrolls." Janice ate half of her sandwich, putting the rest in her satchel for later.

"I do." Mel replied quietly.

Janice did not appear to have heard the comment. Instead she unfolded a well worn map on the cargo floor in front of them. "This is where we're going." She said pointing to an area on the island shore. "We then hike over to this cove." She pointed to another spot, a number of miles from the military base.

"Why don't we just get picked up at the base?"

"Because smugglers are not welcome on military bases." Janice replied quietly.

"We're traveling with pirates¼" Janice quickly covered Mel's mouth with her hand.

"Not so loud okay?" Releasing Mel she added, with a nod toward the other passengers, "they don't ask, and I don't tell."

Mel looked dumbfounded, "you have an interesting group of friends Dr. Covington."

"I wouldn't exactly call them friends. They work for hire, and I make sure they are paid well enough to make me a resource worth keeping around. I've known the captain for a couple of years, but as for the rest," Janice shrugged her shoulders, "complete ruffians. I wouldn't turn your back on them if I were you."

Mel nodded, understanding. "So when do we rendezvous with them?"

"Assuming they got my message, the day after tomorrow. It'll be dusk when we land, we'll hike a few miles away from the base in the dark, then set up camp. We'll hike the rest of the way tomorrow and hopefully see Aires tomorrow night or the next morning."

"Is his name really Ares?" Mel asked dubiously.

"No it's his sign. He's really into astrology." After thinking a moment Janice asked Mel what her sign was.

"Well if your friend is really into astrology, won't he be able to tell?" Mel teased, azure eyes sparkling. "Besides, I don't think astrology is terribly scientific, I'm surprised you even know your sign."

Janice grinned back. "This poorly aspected Cancer with Gemini rising doesn't follow it but I dated someone who did. I'm afraid I picked up more than I care to admit."

Mel was intrigued, "What was his name?" She asked.

Green eyes flashed under the brim of the archaeologists hat, "Jane Celesta." Inwardly Janice smiled. Mel was clearly surprised by her admission but fought valiantly to keep the surprise from her features. The slight movement of the eyes and the dilation of pupils set in brilliant blue the only visible signs.

"And what sign was Jane Celesta?" Mel asked calmly.

"Leo." Janice replied, "Friendliest sign of the zodiac."

Mel was a little taken aback. "And Jane was friendly?"

Janice shrugged, "for awhile, but the fact that she had Aquarius rising I think messed things up. Either that or the fact that I walked in on her with one of my colleagues."

"I see."

"Do you Mel?" Janice asked almost shyly.

Now it was Me's turn to smile, with what she hoped was reassurance, "Of course. Leo's aren't your cup of tea."

Janice grinned back not completely convinced, "you don't find it¼" she searched for the right word, "deviant?"

Mel leaned over and clasped the archeologist's hand warmly, "it's true that I don't know you very well Janice, but nothing about you strikes me as deviant. Hostile, stubborn and insecure maybe. And while I find it remarkable that you found anyone to put up with you romantically¼ I am sorry it didn't work out."

Janice beamed. Complimented, insulted and reassured all at once. Melinda Pappas was quickly becoming too good to be true. "Mel," she laughed warmly, "you're a class act, I grant you that¼"

"Why thank you." Mel replied primly.

"But don't misunderstand, I have no problems finding romantic companionship." A prideful gleam crept into the archaeologist's eyes.

"And why is that?" Mel asked with feigned indifference.

"Because I know how to show a lady a good time."

Mel couldn't have kept the blush that crept to her cheeks away if she'd tried. She wasn't sure if Janice was just bragging or giving her an invitation. More importantly she was undecided as to which she wanted. More and more she felt the line between herself and her ancient ancestor blurring, and it was difficult to keep her own feelings and those of Xena separate. Unsure why, she suspected that in time the power of the warrior's dreams would subside and she'd be able to put them into perspective in her own life. Perhaps because the alternative, her own personality being consumed by that of a centuries dead warrior was too frightening to accept.

In time Janice put her maps away and again reclined to sleep. Mel decided not to follow suit. Another visit from Xena was not what she needed at the moment. Gently removing the notebook from where it lay at the archaeologist's side she read through the well worn pages. Most of the passages were about Xena. Notes written in the doctor's careful hand about discoveries, theories and speculation about the warrior princess' life. There were some sketches, dig sites mostly but a few drawings of how Janice guessed the warrior princess looked. She smiled at the notes from the recent events in Macedonia. She found a brief description of herself as well as Janice's first impressions. She frowned at the notation spoiled southern bell written in the margin. "We'll see about that," she thought. Then, turning the next page her breath caught in her throat at the sketch of her. Rather it was a sketch of Xena wearing her face. Hair down, eyes sparkling and confident, it could never be a drawing of her. That quiet grace was something Melinda Pappas only dreamed about, back when her dreams were her own.

Mel found the landing of the C46 even more traumatic than take off. Argo leaned against her, providing what comfort she could, and Janice was surprisingly understanding. She waited patiently at the hatch of the plane until Mel was recovered enough leave. A short ride later they were at the edge of the base making their way down a narrow trail on the sparsely populated island.

"I don't see why we aren't using flash lights or torches or something. We're just blindly walking off into a dark forest." Mel complained as she realized that Janice was indeed about to head out into the dark.

"It's a full moon Mel, there is plenty of light to see. Besides," Janice stressed as she shouldered her heavy pack, "when you use a flash light, you tend not to notice anything out of the light's illumination. I don't think the island is quite that safe. Just follow me," she urged, "you'll be fine."

With a sigh Mel started out on the trail after the doctor and her dog. In time her eyes did indeed adjust to the moonlit surroundings. The tropical plants were bathed in a pale blue light. Janice silently followed Argo, machete out and occasionally hacking obtrusive flora out of her way. In time they were at the edge of a cliff overlooking the indigo ocean. Carefully navigating the switchbacks that headed down to the beach, Janice occasionally offered a hand to Mel, helping her over the most treacherous parts. Argo seemed unaware of any danger, staying about twenty five feet in front of her mistress, occasionally stopping and waiting for her to catch up. Once down on the beach the quickly made their way to a secluded spot in the cliffs, shielded by rock on three sides.

"This feels like another world." Mel said quietly as Janice shrugged out of her pack.

"It is." Janice replied as she set to making up camp. "We're safe from the tide, there's usually plenty of fire wood over there, and we can risk a small fire."

"What about animals?" Mel asked as she considered heading over to collect some wood.

Janice smiled, reading her thoughts. "Take Argo with you, there probably isn't much on this island bigger than her and she won't let anything sneak up on you. If we're lucky she'll even catch dinner." Mel nodded, none too sure of herself, headed out into the woods. Janice gazed after her as she left letting her eyes drift over the raven haired woman's graceful form. "Stop it Janice!" she scolded herself as her thoughts began to wander.

By the time Mel returned, arms full of fire wood, Janice had made a small stone circle for the fire and laid out their blankets, one on each side of the circle. In no time she had a small fire blazing it's light casting a warm glow on the camp site. "What, no rabbits?" Janice asked Argo as the big dog curled up on the sand in the space between the blankets. "Lazy!"

"Does she really hunt for you?" Mel asked, suspecting the archeologist of playing with her.

"Sometimes." Janice replied and rummaged in her bag for a tin of food. "Do you like sardines?" She asked peeling back the lid on a tin of the small fish. The grimace on Mel's face was all the answer she needed. With a sigh she extracted the other half of her sandwich from her satchel and tossed it to Mel. "I've also got some crackers or canned hash if you want." She also took out of tin of dog food and opened it for Argo. After hurriedly eating her meager dinner Janice stood and motioned for Argo and Mel to stay put. "I'm just going to have a look around- stay here." Mel ate her sandwich in silence, trying to put together all the mis-matched pieces of Janice Covington that she'd seen thus far into a cohesive image. She wasn't having much luck.

About twenty minutes later Janice quietly reemerged by the edge of the firelight. She held a ripe pineapple in her arm, and wore a look of smug satisfaction. "I love pineapple" Mel laughed, happy at the surprise. In moments both women were feasting on the juicy fruit. A quick walk to the break water after and they were washing the sticky juice from their arms and faces. Mel stood, stretching her back and gazed out at the horizon. The full moon overhead shone down brightly, illuminating the ocean with a soft glow. The sky was clear and stars shown brightly on the other side of the sky. Simply put, it was one of the most beautiful sights Melinda Pappas had ever seen.

"Is this what life is like for you Janice Covington? Moving from one adventure to the next, living in a world of surreal beauty?"

Janice followed Mel's gaze out over the ocean. "Sometimes," she replied thoughtfully, "but I've spend nights on this island, with rain pouring down in buckets, nothing but mud and wet sand. Nights on end with no fire, no food and no guarantee I'd ever get home again."

"Yet you continue¼" Mel smiled down at her friend as they walked back to camp.

"As my pop said, Covington's are too dumb to quit. A find or a clue and the rush from a discovery make all the cold wet nights worth it."

Mel and Janice sat down together on Mel's blanket as Janice fed more wood into the fire. Enjoying the sounds of the night and each other's company, Mel began to feel as if she were in another world. "So the misery is worth it?" She finally asked. "But what about the loneliness? No Flora Gates or Jane Celesta to share the misery."

Janice cocked her head quizzically at the question. "Not while I'm working," she replied honestly."Well not very often," she added with a grin. "I like to think I inherited my father's appreciation of women. But I haven't had any better luck than he had at keeping one around. He did love my mother though." She added softly, then brightening asked, "so what about you Mel? I take it you're not married?"

Mel gazed into the fire and shook her head. "Oh no, not even close. There was a story my daddy used to tell me. About how long ago people had four legs and two heads, then the gods threw down thunderbolts separating them so they had two legs and one head. He used to tell me to search out the other half of my soul, not to settle for less. And the truth is, I never have. I always liked that story, he said his grandmother told it to him. To think that out there, some where is someone with two legs and one head: the other half of my soul."

Janice smiled as she gazed into the fire, her own thoughts years distant. "Your father told me that story too." She shook her head with a laugh, "I was hung over, Diana had broken my heart in seventeen places. God I was young then. Anyway your dad was visiting the campus and had agreed to go over some of my research at lunch. I must have looked like hell because he instantly knew what was wrong. An unusual man your father, he said to me 'she's not worth it' and proceeded to tell me that story. Didn't even phase him that I was hung over because of a woman. I always liked him, and respected him."

Mel smiled at the memory of her father, pleased that he had gotten along so well with her new friend. "Have you always been attracted to women?" She asked quietly, gazing at the orange hue Janice's hair had taken on in the fire light.

Janice fidgeted with the fire. Mel thought she might not have heard the question when she finally answered, "I don't know. I guess so. I mean, I never really thought about it. My dad did the best he could as a parent. But I've been told that moving from dig to dig was an unusual way for a young girl to grow up. Dad taught me how to handle a revolver when I was ten, and I started to learn to use the bullwhip then too. I pitched in as a digger, smuggled goods from one country to the next¼ I guess I grew up as one of the guys. I had a hard time adjusting to collage, the routine, the safety of it. It was all so foreign to me. I really had no interest in dating any of the men, they all seemed so¼ I don't know¼ uninteresting. Diana was in my anthropology class and well¼" She blushed slightly.

"Life got interesting?" Mel offered.

"You could say that." Janice agreed, turning back to look at Mel, shy smile on her face. She was not prepared for the brilliance of the blue eyes gazing gently at her. The expression on Mel's face was unreadable, there was a strength and hunger in her gaze that Janice wouldn't have associated with Melinda Pappas. Feeling the color rise to her cheeks as her pulse doubled she glanced around the camp site, looking anywhere but at her companion. "Well, um, it's getting late Mel. Why don't you get some sleep. We've got another eight miles to hike in the morning." Taken aback by the sudden change in Janice's mood, Mel was instantly sorry she'd pried into the archaeologists personal life.

"Janice." Mel said putting a restraining hand on Janice's arm as she tried to get up from the blanket. "If I've said anything that has upset you, I'm truly sorry."

"You're fine Mel." Janice said, forcing a cocky grin to her face. "But we do need to get some sleep." Mel let go but continued to look critically at her rugged companion as she stretched out on her own blanket and readied herself for sleep.

"I don't believe you, you know." Mel said, as Janice tipped her hat over her face.

"That's your prerogative." Janice replied, and in moments was feigning sleep.

Is There A Doctor At The Dig Part 2