> Julia knew which one he was referring to, had even seen her afterwards,
but
> there was something about Derek's expression, especially in his eyes, that
> had her reaching over to touch his hand when he would have put the UV into
> gear.
>
> "Derek," she spoke quietly, waiting until he met her gaze before
continuing
> "It wasn't your fault. You couldn't have known. And.. and I'm here now."
>
> She wasn't sure if that made a difference, but Julia didn't want to see
the
> haunted look in his eyes anymore. As if everything that had happened
since
> then and until now was all his doing or responsibility in fault.
>
> She tried for a smile, a quiet one that urged him to return it and
poignant
> as to what was, what could have been and what ended up being. Strange is
> the path of the Legacy member but one that each one of them accepted when
> they joined the secret society-including sacrifices if it should be asked
of
> them.
>
>
> "Oh I will," she assured Reese, "and if he is involved I'll know just how
> serious it is before we leave this island. It won't be a total loss, no
> matter what happens. I've wanted to see what was over here for as long as
I
> can remember. I used to beg my mother to bring me over here, but she said
> we were allowed. I always thought it was kind of mean to make a whole
> island private, now I'd give my eye teeth to have one of my own."
>
> "Well," Reese joked, pulling out ahead of Derek's UV and following Milo's
> vehicle "get them ready because here we go."
>
Derek:
"I know," he responded automatically. Though, it was hard thing to accept
in his soul. He was the leader, the reponsibility fell square on his
shoulders, despite what anyone else said. However, he did manage to return
he smile with a fairly dashing one of his own, before starting the Rover and
driving off the ferry. He was glad they were almost home. "I wasn thinking
that Brady, Claire and...," he cleared his throat slightly again, "Miss
Owens, might enjoy lunch in the dining room. I was thinking of putting Milo
and his daughter in the garden, they haven't had much chance for privacy.
If I were in his shoes, I believe that is what I would prefer."
Sam:
Samantha grinned at her friend. "I'll turn them over if that what it takes,
though he seems to be a gentleman, I doubt he'd ask." Then the grin became
mischievous, "I do hope though, that he is not too much of a gentlemen."
Sam and Derek
