Dr. Jarrod Beckett has not even come close to scratching the surface of MRPF Patient number 45316?more popularly known to him as Renne. Last evening, he was finally introduced to Hunter. A peculiar one. Constant hissing at the mention of ?Humans.? Even worse when the howlings arose from the lips of what was temporarily Hunter when anything that hits the proverbial heart.

Waking up on the couch of the Company-Owned hostel-like house?with him still being the only one there?paperwork that were once in his hands in the evening now scattered upon the floor where his right arm flopped outward. Having the right hand?the back of it?rub the sleepy-look away, Jarrod tried to move his left arm. Sleeping with an arm practically under you will cause for that arm to fall sleep?and it did. Flopping the temporarily-dead left arm over his chest?a bit too hard, though since he punched the air out of his lungs on his own. Coughing a bit for air, he slowly sat up on the couch. Getting feeling back in his arm and hand, Jarrod ran fingers through the couch-hair and rubbed his face a bit. The olive-green eyes looked down to the scattered papers and he grunted just a bit.

The black-socked fellow slowly stood up from the couch and stretched a bit. Keeping quiet, like he normally does, Jarrod walked across the room and into the small hallway?more into the bathroom.

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The morning came, though day by day it became harder to tell due to the endless overcast. The evening did not give, at the very least Port South, rain. The Rains believed that Johnathan has done enough crying for the whole of Port South. Blood-shot tired dark-brown eyes gazed out into the vast waving Waters, close to a catatonic stage. The cloak-wrapped Outsider slowly stood up and gave a deep bow to the Waters like she always does when she leaves for the day.

The light-brown straight hair covered the outer parts of her face, making her seem like she had something to hide?or she was just insane. And in Johnathan?s case, it was a bit of both. Keeping the Life-Stone under her dress, it was only the frog-charm, yeti?s claw, and the vial of Oceans? Water that were the continuously visible necklaces. The blood-shot eyes stared down at the ground, knowing well enough how far she could go before the warmth of the Stone turns cold. She dared not to glance over to the Holding Houses in the mornings. Something in her head told her so. And off the Inane Outsider went for her daily ?Need-To-Leave-Port-South-And-Not-Come-Back-Until-Nightfall? walk.

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An hour, a shower and a cup of coffee later, Beckett was ready for another day. Granted his work-day does not start until the evening; but he was still ready for whatever comes his way. Looking casual today?a pale-red thick-cotton long sleeve, black slacks and black raw-leathered boots?Jarrod went out of the house and headed towards the main roads of The City.

Throughout the day, the skies turned into mist, then to snow. Beckett went from area to area in The City. The Inn, the Fields, hells even a few other docks. As the afternoon started to fall, the snow and mist continued on, Jarrod decided to take a walk near Port South. Through the mist and snow, Jarrod saw a figure--but kind of too late.

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Throughout the day, the quiet Johnathan continued to look down and mumbled words in Fae every now and again, though only audible enough to folks who were no farther than three feet away from her--which was not a lot of folks in the first place. The endless stories and emotions continued on in her brain and heart. Keeping the fog-grey cloak wrapped tightly around her, the brown-colored Middle-Eastern-Autumn-Leaf designed dress billowed out as she walked, but she kept within a mile radius of Port South.

The evening started to fall, which was usually the time that she heads back to the Docks in Port South, which she does...until a vague and unfamiliar voice came through the endless stories the Stone was speaking of. Trying her best to keep a grasp onto this new voice, Johnathan turned about, but then bumped into someone. Luckily the one with the voice.

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"Oumph! I am so sorry, milady. I did not see ya thare"

"Ye would rather be claimed as a People than a demon."

The strange man was taken back a bit at that. Noone knew of what he was. Watching this odd yet attractive woman, Jarrod knitted his eyebrows in confusion.

"I am sorry??"

Johnathan blinked at that. Quickly looking down to the ground as she side-stepped and started to leave.

"I am sorry, I must go. ...Bajnikol nesha."

Jarrod went wide-eyed as the odd lady spoke the last words, but then stammered a bit as she was walking away.

"Tarnishna colutin."

Johnathan stopped dead in her tracks. Slowly turning about, the light-red tired dark-brown eyes looked up to the man and blinked

"I ha'e yet to find anyone else within The City to speak Fae. And I ha'e been here fer o'er four months."

"Well, if ya want we could talk lata. I am running late fer work. Where do ya usually hang out?"

"The farthest pier along the docks in Port South. I wait fer me husband there."

Jarrod canted his head at that. A side-case? that would be a good thing to distract him.

"Where did he sail off to?"

"Oh. He is not at the Seas. He is in the Holding Houses."

Then it all finally clicked. Pointing to her as if going to say something, but only stuttered words came out.

"He...ya...with...ha...mer."

Knitting her eyebrows a bit in confusion, Johnathan took a step back as she stared up at him.

"Ye are the new psycho-babble-boy? How is he? Did ye get rid of Hunter yet?"

Jarrod blinked, but then gave out a chuckle.

"I am. He is doing well. And not yet. He sends ya his complete love. Anythin' ya want I to say to him?"

"T'hy'la. He will understand."

Johnathan blinked as she glanced over towards the direction of the Holding Houses. She then looked back to the strange man.

"Who are ye anywho?"

"Dr. Jarrod Beckett. And I will try me best to 'member that word...at least how to pronounce it properly. Come on, we will walk until I get to the Houses."

The two walked together in silence within the snow towards Port South. It took them about ten minutes to get to the Holding Houses. Before parting ways, though, Johnathan's left hand grasped onto Jarrod's left wrist--loose enough where he could still slip out with ease, but tight enough to get her meaning across. The two looked at eachother for a moment before she finally spoke in a near whisper.

"If ye know a way, help Renne make him ferget of what happened to Harold. Harold was the straw that broke the donkey's back. The reason to why all of this happened. And the answer is yes."

Jarrod blinked as she gave an answer to a question he did not know, let alone ask. Placing his right hand over her left with a couple of friendly taps of confidence, his wrist slipped out as he gave a small smile.

"Barnishink qao."

"e ni qao."

And with that, the strange doctor went into the Holding Houses--and for the first time since he had this job, without anything but himself--and Johnathan went farther out to the farthest pier on the docks in Port South.

?We belong to the sound of the words we?re both falling under.? ~ Pat Benatar

Finally. After getting a fair amount of sleep after watching each video recording at least three times, the good ol? psychologist stared up at the ceiling of the Company-Owned Hostel-Like house while on the couch. Rubbing his sleeping eyes away with the back of his hands, he glanced outside and squinted his eyes abit. Darkness. Had he not sleeping for that long? He then looked over to the clock on the writing desk, leaning over a bit too far.

?Holy fu?umph!?

Toppling down to the ground, where the once organized sacks of papers now became a mess once again. Quickly crawling over to the clock, caring not of the papers starting to crumple up under his weight, hands grabbed ahold of the clock as the olive-green eyes stared with shock. It was 8:59 in the evening on the 18th?which meant it was already Tuesday. One of his hands then folded out as he started counting quietly with his fingers.

?I really slept fer forty-three hours???

That baffled him. Was he really that tired?? Well, he was up for nearly three days, going back and forth between the Holding Houses and this house. Concentrating on not only why Renne lets Hunter take over; but how to ease his anger and pain.

Getting up quickly, Jarrod walked over to the bathroom and hopped into the shower.

It had been a while since she spoke out loud again?even if it was just to the Life-Stone. It was also the first time that Johnathan spoke about what happened in Eeds in so long. Granted it was within her brain only to let the Voices hear about it, but she spoke and thought of it all in all. Watching the sun fall and the moon rise for the umpteenth time, the fog-grey cloak weather tattered and Ocean-Wind torn; but still Johnathan kept a good hold of it as it laid silently about her.

Slowly taking out the ping-pong-ball sized stone from underneath her dress?the neckline of it, that is?Johnathan blinked as she kept quiet and just stared at it. Such weary eyes. Her lips finally opened as soft words came out while gazing upon the Life-Stone.

?And do ye truly think that he could make it happen??

The crashing waves were all that filled the air this evening. In her brain, however, that was a different story. She only nodded silently and placed the Life-Stone rest gently against her chest, but now exposed. The dark-brown eyes gazed out to the darkening Waters and went back to being silent. Only hours were left for the hope of getting a promise fulfilled.

Drying his hair with the towel as he wore black slacks and a dark-blue thick cotton long-sleeved shirt, his hair turned out to be a feathered puff-ball. Looking into the mirror for a moment, Jarrod sighed as he ran the damp part of the towel through his hair, in hopes that it was calm the puffed hair. And it did a bit. Tossing the towel into the hamper, which is slowly piling up, he dug into the drawer to grab some socks. Donning on the socks, then his business-looking shoes, He grabbed the dark-blue cloak that he was starting to like from the couch and wrapped it around him. It had that Sherlock Holmes effect, but it was just straight dark-blue. A good amount of the notes he made hand-written copies of so he did not have to carry too much back and forth. And with nowadays with the bombings and massacres, it was easier to be free-handed. Double-checking that the cassette recorder was in his cloak pocket?which it was?out the door he went. Out into the cold foggy night.

It was nearing eleven in the evening when Johnathan heard a vague voice that he started to know quite well. Not even trying around to see, let alone actually moving her gaze away from the Water, her voice was a bit hoarse but it was still audible.

?Too many questions at once.?

Jarrod was only at the inland-end of the farthest pier when he stopped, hearing Johnathan speak. The olive-green eyes blinked and his head canted a bit with curiosity.

?Well. If ya do not mind if ya could answer them.

?And ye do not want to conduct a proper inter?iew??

?Hm. Good point.?

Walking closer to the ever-still Johnathan, Jarrod took out the cassette recorder and already pressed the record button. Went he got to her, he sat down beside her and placed the recorder between the two; as a barrier to keep proper distance; though the width of the pier was not big in the first place.

?Alright. Fer the record, please state ya name.?

?Johnathan Helena Tapole-Arc?err. It is only hyphenated until the Heart-Binding is done.?

The Heart-Binding must be the Elven-Version of marriages. And since she already is the Bond-Mate to Renne, she just simply took his last name. But in the Elvens? eyes, they are yet to be married.

?And why a male?s name?

?To make it short, me father lost a bet.?

?And when did ya first meet Renne??

?The sixteenth of March. Three of the booths were ha?ing a sale on their Winter fruits. Fresh and e?erything, but it was nearing the end of Winter and they were all anticipating fer the Spring fruits.?

?And where was this at??

?The North RhyDin Harbours. No. Not here. ?Bout two days walk North of this bloody place. The most-northern point in RhyDin Country. I am the protector and the HarbourMaster there.?

?Must get most interestin? ships going through there.?

?No. The Harbours ha?e been inacti?e fer o?er four years.?

?Why??

?Also to make a long story short. Too many raids.?

Jarrod looked down to his watch. A quarter-past eleven. Still enough time for more questions. He then looked back up to her and blinked, keeping silent unless asking questions.

"How was he when ya first met him?"

"Quiet. 'Ery curious 'bout nearly e'erything that he did not know of."

"Did he mention anything about Harold or any of his friends?"

"No. It took a bit fer him to e'en to speak to I properly. He only learned the layout of the Harbours and the Port-Town fer quite some time. It took 'bout his third 'isit to the Harbours inorder to speak more 'bout himself. Though he did not speak much of it in the first place."

"Silly question. What intrigued ya to him?"

"He was the only one out e'ery single creature that I ha'e e'er known all throughout me years of li'ing to show I something I ne'er knew."

Jarrod looked down to the cassette recorder, seeing that there was not much tape left. He then looked back to her.

"And what was that?"

"Emotions."

Simple enough answer...for the most part.

But that answer made Jarrod confused. But he mentally shrugged it away and went on to a more recent topic.

"How did ya figure out that he had someone else within him?"

"The multiple personalities? Easy. When he claimed that he killed those folks. Renne would not e'er do that. He, on occasions, spoke to himself--most of the time in warbles--well befere Lowe came back from the Not-So-Deadlands."

Jarrod nodded silently as he heard the cassette stop. Taking ahold of the recorder, he tucked it back into his cloak pocket, then glanced down to his watch. Ten 'Til Midnight. Close enough. They could walk really slow if necessary. Slowly getting up, he held out his hand to help Johnathan up.

"Come on. The thirty days will be up in eleven minutes."

Johnathan was hesitant, honestly not believing that someone who would rather be claimed Human than Golem is this nice. Reaching up for his hand, Johnathan slowly stood up and stretched. Having not moved in so long, And to prove that, her legs did not work so well. Clenching onto Jarrod's arm; she blinked as the light-brown hair fell in front of her face. Slowly looking up to him, hating the fact that she was so weak. She sighed as she straightened herself up as much as she loosened her grip on his hand and started walking; letting him lead the way.

Seeing that she was rather weak, his arm extended out a bit more to be her crutch if needed. Watching her with curiosity, Jarrod slowly started walking closer inland, towards the Holding Houses.

Five past Midnight. Jarrod and Johnathan finally got to the Holding Houses. Gaston was already sitting in the front desk, he looked up at he read the past few days' worth of bulletins. He blinked as he watched Johnathan come in so carefully and quietly. He nodded a bit, then gestured his head towards the hall.

"It is open fer ya. The generators ha'e been gettin' sucked up by tha rest of the City."

He winked at that.

Johnathan gave a very soft smile to Gaston as she continue to let Jarrod help her out. Halfway down the hall, she stopped; which made Jarrod stop.

"I think I am able to the rest of the way."

Jarrod stopped and slowly let go of her, but stayed put just in cases.

Before Johnathan moved on her own, she turned and faced Jarrod and stared up at him. Reaching up and gave a kiss on his right cheek, she then went back down slowly.

"Darieh uny e iw."

With that, Johnathan slowly turned about and continued down the rest of the hall on her own.

Jarrod blinked as she watched her go. Shaking his head a bit out of the daze, he sighed and turned; walking back towards Gaston's office.

Finally getting to the slightly opened door, Johnathan peeked her head in a bit. Seeing that his brain took over a bit too much, the dark-brown slightly-puffed up eyes looked up and about quietly. Looking down to the yetis' fur that was moving up and down a bit; she vaguely heard his breathing.

"Angel-Heart?"

Her voice was quiet and sounded oh-so tired. Creeping in as she became wary of the outdoor-indoor air, her legs were kind of still weak; but she was able to get to at least the breathing yetis' fur. Getting onto the floor rather weakly; tired all of a sudden. Slowly taking off the Life-Stone that she has had since the last day Johnathan saw Renne, she gave it the gentlest of kisses and cradled it once again. Laying down directly beside the breathing yetis' fur, she whispered so gently.

"T'hy'la."

And with that, she near instantly fell asleep. Her hands, though, parted from eachother, letting the Life-Stone stay in her cradled hand, but it was a bit open.

To ease the return--and to maybe let the sleeping Renne realize--both the Life-Stone and the Frog-Charm let off a soft humming. Having the Life-Stone give off the harmonic tone and the Frog-Charm give off a melodic tone. And for the first time in so long, the husband and wife have been reunited.

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(~The state that Renne is in for this post was used without permission...but I am assuming it is okie dokie. If not, then I KNOW Renne-Mun will notify me.~)

Hours they have spent traveling without stop. It did not help that Jarrod got caught behind some carts and slow walkers every now and again; but it was most difficult to lose Johnathan. Johnathan constantly looked determined and yet stoic while Jarrod had this pondering look every now and again. When there was nearly anyone along the roads, he cleared his throat a bit inorder to speak.

"Might I ask what the Life-Stone talks 'bout?"

Traveling onward, it just dawned on Johnathan to not knowing the reason why Jarrod did travel with her. No other Outsider cared for Renne as much as she does?correction. In her mind, noone else cares for Renne like she does. So. Looking back a bit when she saw the Jarrod did catch up, she finally spoke; completely ignoring the question.

?Why did ye join I??

The bitter snow-winds picked up for a moment, which gave a chill across Jarrod?s chest. Clutching the briefcase tightly in one hand as the other hand made sure that the dark-blue cloak was wrapped tightly around him. He was not thinking correctly when he spoke out his answer?and it was not the answer he wanted to give.

?Because I love ya.?

And that is when both stopped dead on their tracks and Jarrod dropping his briefcase again.

Johnathan?s nose twitched a bit as she slowly turned about. The dark-brown eyes stared up and straight at the olive-green eyes the psycho-babble doctor had. Sighing a bit, she hung her head down a bit before looking back up to him. The frog-charm that was infused into her skin at the base of her neck glowed a olive-green for a moment before going back to the pale-crystallized green color. Without saying a word, she stepped directly in front of him; reached up a bit and planted her lips against his. This kiss lasted about twelve seconds before Johnathan?s head pulled back slowly as she looked up to him silently and curiously. She knew what she did. And she would never tell Renne. Not due to the cheating thing, but he would not understand. She then slowly stepped back and held out her arm; knowing perfectly well what was to happen.

That was something that caught Jarrod off-guard. However, his lips pressed softly on hers in return. When Johnathan pulled back, Jarrod?s eyebrows knitted together in confusion. And that was when his eyes started shifting back and forth?as if speed-reading or skimming through pictures at a fast pace. Everything was too fast for him and he became a bit dizzy. Quickly gripping onto the out-reached arm of Johnathan?s, he did his best to keep his balance?which, in the end, he did. Slowly closing his eyes and took a few deep breaths, the olive-green eyes slowly opened and peered back down to Johnathan. Neither of them said a word for a good minute or two; but it was Jarrod that finally spoke.

?I will help ya find him. And then I will return to Berinid.?

The once look of stoic upon Johnathan?s face slowly turned to a look of caring. She nodded a bit at that. Waiting until Jarrod did let go of her arm, she picked up his briefcase for him, turned about and continued on along the roads.

Breathing in deeply and slowly, Jarrod did eventually let go of Johnathan?s arm and just let her lead the way?with his own briefcase.

Jarrod pondered on all the memories he saw, but then noticed something on the ground.

?Umm. Johnathan? Are we followin' the hooves on the ground??

And she was seven steps ahead of him. Literally. However, she has been following the trail of the same set of hooves for the past two miles. Ignoring Jarrod for the moment, she looked down to the still nearly-black-nearly-cold Life-Stone and blinked.

?If ye know anyway to gi?e us a bit of help, please do.?

And not even a minute after she pleaded for help, a small town came around. And that is where the hooves continued onto. However, Johnathan started to lose the hooves on the dirted roads when other hooves, padded feet, and paws have already trampled over. Looking up to the town, she did not know where to start. A pub? A tavern? An inn?

When the two Outsiders finally came to the boundaries of the town, Johnathan turned about and looked up to Jarrod.

?Go get a drink fer yerself. I am going to see if any of the locals ha?e seen him.?

Placing the briefcase directly beside Jarrod, she did not wait for him to respond as she turned about and headed into the town.

?Alright. But how will ya?"

Too late. He watched her leave; leaving Jarrod alone at the Town?s boundaries.

??Find me??

Only fifteen minutes had passed since Johnathan left Jarrod alone in the cave. It was dark, a bit warmer than it was outside, but very lonely. Jarrod sat against the cave's farthest wall as he resumed rubbing his chest with his fists. So many memories whipped in and out of his head. He knew one thing for sure, though. He was not going to let anyone die. Jarrod considered the Arc'errs as friends...or at the very least more-than-acquaintances. With that, he stood up, situated the light-brown sling-bag over the dark-blue cloak and headed back out into the cold, walking a bit faster than he did before.

The Snows had stopped for a bit, but the winds still whipped about; giving the air a bitter chill to it. It was dark. Johnathan had to lift her legs a bit higher than normal to trudge herself through the snow that still laid upon the grounds. She had no compass--save for the wood-bitten imitation of one--and the stars were covered by the snow-clouds, so Johnathan did not know where to go. But she trudged on. In hopes that maybe the Life-Stone would give her a bit of guidance, but the stone itself was mostly jet-black with flecks of blue and green tones here and there. Johnathan knew there was not much time left.

As if to save the day...no. Not really just going back towards home. A thick-furred welsh pony trotted back slowly along the snowy ground. the small horse had that look of worry and doubt, but continued on. The little one stopped, though, and breathed out deeply to shake her head. But then, the ears perked as the nostrils flared a bit; not out of anger, but pure curiosity. Heading south-east for a good five minutes, it did not take long for this small horse catch a scent she knew all too well. Turning the slow trot into a near gallop, she came to a complete stop as the snout sniffed about the stranger's chest. Knowing that something was there that smelled all too familiar.

Jarrod continued on moving. Doing his best not to talk to himself or even think too much. Conserving energy and body-warmth. It did not take too long for the walking-faster-than-normal Jarrod to finally catch up with Johnathan; or at the very least see her with some distance left.

Legs were getting tired and were starting to give out. However, hearing snow getting crunched through heavy-hooves, the dark-brown eyes squinted a bit; but then quickly went wide-eyed, seeing a charging horse coming her way. Running backwards a bit--though it was no success due to the fact that Johnathan fumbled down onto the snow on her back. Rather offended on where the horse was sniffing, but it did take Johnathan do a double-take to have the small horse come into focus. It was the horse that was on the mural-wall. Hesitating for a moment, a hand slowly rose up from the snow and gently petted the side of the small horse's face.

Giving the smallest nip to one of the cords that was around the lady's neck, the welsh pony moved up her face inorder for the Life-Stone to be exposed to the cold air. Nudging the Life-Stone a bit, the horse let out a sigh before moving back a bit to let the lady get up.

Seeing that the wild animal nearly attacked Johnathan, Jarrod ran as fast as the snowed-ground would let him inorder to help out Johnathan. When he got close enough, though, Jarrod as well stopped dead in his tracks; also realizing that the horse looked familiar. Concerned eyes looked down to Johnathan as he rushed over to her side and offered a hand to lift her up.

"Ya alright?"

Johnathan had to once again do a double-take when she saw Jarrod near her. Saying nothing, but nodding a bit, she took his hand once she had enough room to stand up. Quickly letting go, Johnathan looked back to the small horse and blinked. Seeing that there was a small note tied to her mane, she did not even have to look at it to know who this horse belonged to.

"Do ye know where Renne went?"

The small horse nodded a bit while she let out a heavy breath.

"Could ye please take us to the area he is?"

And with that, the thick-furred horse turned about and started trotting back the way she came. With two two-leggers directly beside her, she knew that she was going back to where her companion said to leave. But just like the two two-leggers, she was worried.

Having Johnathan on the left of the horse and Jarrod on the right, he looked over to Johnathan every now and again; but never said a word.

"Thank ye fer coming back to help I."

And those words were the only ones to be spoken for quite some time.

A couple of hours later, the small horse led the two past an area neither of them knew. It took about twenty minutes to get to the opposite side of the area--the outskirts of it--and that is where she stopped.

Glancing to the horse for a moment before looking out to the horizons, Johnathan knew that somewhere out there was her Bond-Mate fighting for his life. Giving the small horse a sincere caress through the mane, Johnathan looked over to Jarrod and finally broke the silence.

"Ye sure ye wish to continue on?"

Jarrod gave some gentle rubbings on the small horse's side as his own gaze was set on the horizons.

"Friends do not leave friends behind."

And that made Johnathan give a small smile to Jarrod. Looking down to the horse, she sighed as she nudged the side of her own head against the horse's ever so gently.

"We thank ye most kindly. I promise that yer companion will come back safely."

One last sigh came out before the horse turned about and went backwards for the last time. Back to home and wait for her friend and rider.

Standing directly beside Johnathan when the small horse left, he was a head taller than her. Clutching onto the sling-bag's strap, he sighed as he continued watching the horizon.

"Ready to get ya husband back."

"Ready to get me best friend back."

And with that, Johnathan led the way once again with Jarrod no more than five steps away from her. Through the thick snow, they walked. To where? Only to find Renne.