All righty, I got another one! (That's right, yet another!) The Quest-types belong to Hanna Barbara, so don't sue me. Risk doesn't belong to me, she's just a person I stuck in there. If you feel an overwhleming desire to use her, have a ball. Anyhoo, enjoy the story! (And as always, gimme some feedback! Good, bad or indifferent, it's all helpful!)

Shakti

To truly understand mankind, we must first look at those words, "mank" and "ind." Those words are a mystery, and that's why so is mankind.
--Words of Wisdom--

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Shadowy Domain ch 1

"We're in."

"Keep it easy."

"Will do. No biggie."

They snuck through like two shadows, moving with grace and in concert.

"You see it?"

"Yeah. There."

Roger nodded. He couldn't, but he knew his partner could. That was just one of the benefits of the new program they were running. They had asked him if he wanted to join, but the fact was that it was risky, and one look at his daughter and wife had decided it for him. His partner was one of the first that it had worked on, and he was lucky to have her.

"How many?"

"Three--wait--four. Three men and a woman. I--it's not clear. I don't know who's running it."

"Well then, we'll just take 'em all." Roger moved forward, burst down the door and aimed his firearm. The three men moved to cover the woman, pulling out guns of their own. He felt more than saw Risk back him up, shooting over his shoulder as he dropped to one knee.

"Rog--Get back! It's a trap!" More sprang out of the woodwork, jumping them from all sides. He felt Risk touch his shoulder, felt a thrum as the power coursed through her, and then he disappeared.

***

He reappeared twenty minutes later, in the same spot as before, same position as he had been in what seemed like a moment ago to him. He stood, shakily, and looked at the battle scene. No one had known really how far Risk could go with her future seeing powers, but they had never guessed time travel.

Bodies were everywhere. He took a deep breath and looked around slowly, seeing all men. There--that was a woman. He prayed, something he rarely did, and moved toward it, hoping against hope that it was the woman Risk had seen. He reached the figure, and knew it was too late.

He turned her over, pulling her into his lap, yanking off the infra red goggles and nightmask. Felt for a pulse. Her eyes fluttered, and opened slowly.

"I need a med team--stat!" He said into his transmitter.

"Roger?! You're there?! My God, we thought we'd lost you!"

"Just get a team here. Risk is in bad shape."

The mike went dead and he looked at the young woman, her breathing coming painfully and choked, as if she was breathing through water. Or her own blood.

"Just hold on, girl. Hold on."

She smiled weakly. "Didn't . . . know if it would . . . work. But y'ur 'live."

"Keep breathin' little one. You'll be fine."

Risk smiled and shook her head. "No. Was you 're me. You got a kid." She took a deep breath and relaxed against his chest, coughing abruptly as blood rose in her throat. "Thanks . . . Race . . . ."

"Risk? Risk!?" Roger took a deep breath, held it for a minute and let it out. Slowly he laid her down, closed her eyes. "Take it easy little one. You'll be fine now. Take it easy . . . "

***

Race woke up with tears in his eyes, his pillow wet. Funny, he didn't know you could cry in your sleep. Even in nightmares. He didn't normally dream about her anymore. Now if he had nightmares it was about his daughter dating.

He got up and washed his face, calming himself down. His hands were shaking far less by the time he gathered his clothes and stepped into the shower. He was clam after he finished excersizeing, and by the time Jessie ran downstairs with Jonny and Hadji, grabbed their backpacks and ran out the door shouting they were late, he was fine.

It lasted until late that night, when he had the same dream. In the morning he finally broke down and pulled out his special calendar, the one he kept odd things that he didn't want to look at all the time on. Such as his anniversary, both of marriage and divorce, and Jessie's first date. he flipped through it quickly, finally coming to May 3rd. Sure enough, there it was. It was this time years ago that Risk had died. At least now he knew he wasn't going nuts, even if he was depressed.

He walked out of his room, downstairs.

"Dad, watch this!" Jessie called from the family room. He stood in the doorway and tried not to cringe as she did a handstand, then with Jonny spotting her, bent over backwards and came up the other way.

"Neat honey." He squeaked. Behind him he heard Benton chuckle.

"At least you get to watch her do it with a spot. You can imagine how hard it was to watch Jonny learn on his own."

Race rolled his eyes. "Thanks, no."

Benton laughed again. Race took a seat beside him and laid his head back, closing his eyes.

"Having trouble sleeping again?" Dr. Quest asked.

Race nodded.

"Nightmares?"

Race looked up. "I don't remember ever telling you about those."

"No, but in your line of work you must have them."

Race smiled in amazement at his friend. The reasoning was perfectly sound, but most people wouldn't have thought of it.

Jessie walked into the room, looking concerned. "What's this I hear about nightmares?"

"It's nothing honey."

She put her hands on her hips, glaring at him. "Don't give me that, mister. Now what's wrong?" She demanded.

Benton started to laugh. "Well, she knows you doesn't she?"

"I guess."

"What's wrong?" She repeated, ignoring Dr. Quest's laughter.

Race thought for a minute before answering. "Do you remember a girl named Daisy? Used to come over once in a while to talk to me privately?"

Jessie sat down, lost in thought. "I think so. Blond hair blue eyes? Kinda short and lively?"

"That's her. She was my partner, and her death was this time of the year a long time ago."

"Ohhhh." Jessie nodded. She thought for a minute, then said, "Let's all go out to dinner! Better yet, you and Dr. Quest can leave and we'll behave ourselves! That way you can wind down, not worry about us, and get some sleep tonight." Jessie smiled.

"I don't know ponchita . . . "

"It's a good idea, Race." Benton chimed in.

"I'm not sure--" He stopped suddenly, his face going white. He stood up, his mouth open in a futile effort to get air in his lungs.

"Race?!"

"Dad!"

His eyes rolled back, and he passed out on the floor.

***

Dane smiled. Perfect. It worked, just as her man had said it would. Soon they'd have Race Bannon, and her plan would go without a flaw.

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