Gemma's heart sank. This was it. In just a moment he'd stand up, walk to his car and she'd never talk to him again. At least she felt sure, down to her very core, that he wouldn't utter a word. She could still picture his eyes from earlier that day. How solemn they had been. She was going to miss him.

"So, where did you go today?"

It took her a moment to register his question. He was still sitting there looking interested. She swallowed down her surprise. "Calhoun, Kentucky, 1966."

"Why?"

"Because we needed to help someone. Sano. That's why we travel. It means to heal. See my Dad's an historical a.n.a.lyst. He... studies history looking for glitches, small things we could change to make for a better future. Sometimes he'll see a problem in today's society and track back to where it could be avoided or he'll find someone in history who he thinks deserves a second chance at life."

"So, you go back and fix it?"

"Well, we try."

"So what was in Kentucky?"

"We had to help this boy. He saw his father brutally murdered and it snapped something in his brain. When he hit twenty he just went psycho and ended up killing a whole bunch of people. He was finally caught, but just yesterday he escaped from prison, so Dad thought we should head back and make some changes before anyone else got hurt."

"How did you fix it?"

"Well, Mom and I got the kid and his father away from the original murder site and the other three set up the killer and made sure he was arrested."

"And you did all that in five minutes?"

She smiled. "No, time is different when we cross the line. It slows down or something. I think it works out to be a minute here is about an hour there."

"So you were gone for...?"

"About five hours."

"No wonder you always look so exhausted when you get back."

She blushed.

"Why did you look as though you were in pain when you first returned?"

"Because it hurts. My body gets torn into thousands of tiny dust particles then sewn back together again. It really stings."

"So that's why you're so strong... and why you heal so quickly?"

"Yeah, I just wish that when we were sewn back together the injuries would mend at the same time."

"Does that happen a lot? You getting injured?" He looked so concerned. Her heart squeezed.

"Just occasionally."

Silence descended for a moment as Harrison stared at his toes wiggling in the sand. Gemma studied him through her peripheral vision and wondered what he was thinking.

Could we just get this over with? Hurry up and walk away. I know that's what you're going to do!

"So, this father that you saved. How can you be sure it will make our future better, I mean, what if the son still goes on his killing rampage?"

Again, he surprised her by staying. Gemma licked her lips and plucked her voice from the pit of her stomach. "Have you heard of Felix Winton?"

"No."

A small smile brushed her face. "Then it must have worked. His escape made every news channel in the country last night. You would have known about it."

"Hmmm." He looked worried.

"What?"

"I just can't decide how I feel about people messing with the past. I think the past is what teaches us and helps us grow into better humans. You guys going back and making it all easy... I don't know." He shrugged. "That's kind of like playing G.o.d a bit, don't you think?"

Gemma frowned. Picking up a stick, she ran it through the soft sand, drawing random patterns that immediately disappeared.

"I've always hoped that it was G.o.d who sent us in the first place. I don't know." She shrugged. "I guess it makes it easier for me, thinking of it that way. Like I was made for a purpose rather than just this freakish mistake."

He chuckled and shook his head.

Gemma frowned. Why wasn't he pale faced and shaking? How could he sit there so calmly absorbing this information like it was just another history lesson? What was wrong with him?

"So, how does your Dad decide what to change? Do you think G.o.d tells him?"

"No." She shrugged and tipped her head. "Maybe? I'm not sure. All I know is that he does a lot of a.n.a.lysis."

She could sense the answer wasn't enough, but how could she explain something she barely understood?

"Dad thinks it's better to look at individuals rather than the outcome of an entire nation. We can't help everybody, so we just do what we can. Certain life histories capture Dad's heart and those are the ones he focuses on." Gemma shook her head and threw the stick she was playing with towards the water. "I struggle with these questions too, but I don't have a choice. My toes start tingling and five minutes later I'm in another time and place. While I'm there I have a job to do and I don't have time to second-guess my father. The quicker we get the job done, the sooner we can come home."

Wishing she hadn't gotten rid of the stick, she resumed her drawing with agitated fingers.

"I'm locked into this life, so I just accept what it is and try and find the good in it. Right now there are twenty families who didn't lose a loved one to a serial killer. That's got to have a positive impact on society, doesn't it?"

Harrison nodded with a small smile. "I guess re-writing history isn't all bad." A frown burrowed into his forehead as he turned to look at her. "You really feel locked in?"

Gemma felt the blush flaming her cheeks as she dropped her gaze and shrugged. "I just feel like I have no control over my future. I never know when I'm going to have to run off to the "bathroom." It's so embarra.s.sing. I'm sure half the school thinks I have bowel issues."

Harrison's laughter made her smile, but it soon faded.

"The worst part is having to lie all the time. I don't know why I hate it so much. My family are all experts, but I..." Her voice trailed off.

"That's why you push people away."

"Well, I try to. You have been a little more challenging."

His chuckle was soft as he kicked the sand in front of him. "I understand the need for secrecy. If the wrong people knew about your family, you could be pretty badly manipulated. Your... talent... holds a lot of power."

Gemma's insides churned as she listened. He got it. He actually got it. She closed her eyes against the sudden swell of tears. The relief was overwhelming.

"Are you okay?"

She felt his hand slide up her arm and rest on her shoulder.

"Mm-hmm." She nodded, unable to look at him.

"Liar."

She could hear the smile in his voice as he squeezed her shoulder. Opening her eyes with caution, she turned to capture an image of his smile before it faded. His eyes softened as his fingers slid down her arm and wrapped around her hand. Her digits grew warm as the fire danced over her skin.

Harrison rubbed his thumb over the back of her hand. "You think your power has anything to do with this fire feeling?"

Gemma shrugged. "Who knows."

"It's definitely a sign though, right?"

"What do you mean?"

"A sign we should be together."

"Too bad we can't." Gemma let go of his hand, trying to ignore the depression that was pressing down on her.

"Why not?"

Gemma looked at him. "Haven't you been listening to anything I just said?" She stood. Wiping the sand from her b.u.t.t, she walked away from him, fighting for breath.

"Gemma, I heard every word."

She turned to see him rising from the sand, looking confused.

"Then you know why!"

A small smile jumped over his lips then faded as he took a step towards her. "I know that you finally trust me enough to tell me the truth."

Gemma's heart skipped as he took another step forward.

"I know I want to be with you."

He took another step.

"How are you okay with this?" Gemma took a step back. "I can travel through time!"

Harrison shrugged and closed the distance between them. "Hey, I was cool with alien, this isn't much different."

"I'm a total freak!"

"Yeah." He grinned as he thread his fingers through her belt loop and pulled her towards him. "But you're my freak." His breath tickled her skin as he leaned towards her and whispered, "Face it, Hart, you're stuck with me. I knew the second I touched you my life had changed and you knew it too."

"And, um... how do you know that?"

His eyes lit with amus.e.m.e.nt. "Your birthmark's showing."

Gemma couldn't swallow down her gasp. It came out all breathy as she reached for her shirt and tried to yank it across her collarbone. He stopped her with quick fingers. She kept her eyes on his face as he moved her shirt aside and gently slid his thumb over her skin. It burned hot.

His fingers lingered there for a moment as if wondering at the searing sensation then began moving. They danced over her flesh and came to rest on the back of her neck. His thumb gently rubbed the edge of her jaw.

She could barely breathe as he leaned towards her with a soft smile. Their lips met for a delicate introduction. Gemma had never felt anything like it in her life. A tender flame danced along her soft skin then grew with fervor as Harrison deepened the kiss. His tongue was warm and delicious.

The world around her became fuzzy as every sense in her body drew itself into the kiss. It was magic... and she knew that one taste was never going to be enough. There was no way she could live without this. The implications of that fact were deadly.

Chapter Twelve.

St. Augustine, Florida - 2011AD Harrison finished whistling the tune from the car as he pulled open the kitchen door and dropped his keys on the counter. Smiling at his mother, he kissed her cheek as he walked to the refrigerator.

"You seem happy."

He spun to face her with a can of c.o.ke in his hand, tried to pull his lips into line, but lost the battle.

His mother gave him a suspicious look before turning back to the carrots she was chopping. "Are you going to tell me why?"

He sauntered to her side, leaning his hip against the sink. "I've just had the best afternoon."

"I'm going to need more details than that, Harrison." She pushed him aside to reach the faucet and rinse off the broccoli. "After nearly two weeks of moping around this house in a daze of confusion, you come home smiling like a chimpanzee and all you can tell me is that you've had a good afternoon." She raised her eyebrows at him. "This wouldn't happen to be about a girl would it?"

Harrison smiled again. "Maybe."

"Are you going to tell me about her?"

He studied his c.o.ke can, flicking the tab repeatedly. "Mom, would it freak you out if I told you that I think I've found my other half?"

Her body went still as she looked at him. Rather than the disbelieving twinkle he'd been expecting, he was met with a melancholy stare.

"I just feel like she was made specifically for me." He shook his head. "That probably sounds stupid. I've only known her for a couple weeks, but she finally let me in today and I don't know, she's just..." He finished with a blissful sigh.

"It's not stupid." Her eyes misted over.

Harrison felt his throat swell. There was that look again. Such unrequited longing. It was heart breaking. He knew who she was thinking about and needed to get the conversation back onto healthier ground.

"Anyway..."

"Helen?" Bryan's booming voice made them both jump.