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"What is it Bridget?" His groggy voice answered. Of course. It was 10 in the morning and he had probably been asleep for only an hour or two. I could almost see him shake the sleep from himself. "Is everything alright? Where are you calling from?"

"I'm back in D.C." I waffled. I wasn't sure how to spring my new condition on him. I knew I didn't want to do it on the phone. "I need to come see you, right now if possible."

Now he was really awake. "Of course, Bridget. I'm at home. You know where I live. But how will you get here?"

I didn't answer that question. I simply said, "I'll be there in an hour."

I parked the car in the complex garage and rode the elevator to the 14th floor. There were only four huge apartments on this level and I went to Robert's and knocked on the door. He must have been waiting because he opened the door immediately and shooed me in.

The black windows of reinforced glass were of course all closed. I almost made for one of the ones that led to the living room balcony. Now that I had the sun, I was jealous of losing even an hour of it.

"Now," Robert interrupted my thoughts. "What in the world couldn't wait?" Before I could answer he continued, "And what happened to you? Did you get too close to the stove or something. Your skin looks a bit pink."

"Probably sunburn," I replied without thinking. "Well, you know, there wasn't sunblock the last time I could stand in the daylight. So I think I can be forgiven for letting myself get a little cooked."

Robert snorted, "Sure, and I'm the last of the Stuart's and rightful heir to the British throne." Now that's serious with Robert. He may have been in the US for a century or so but he still reveres the Royal Family.

I walked to him and took his hand. His eyes widened, I'm sure from the warmth of my hand. Without giving him time to take it in, I lifted his fingers to my throat. He gasped as I pressed them to my pulse.

"Sunburn." I repeated.

Robert swayed and almost fell. "How?" he croaked.

I pulled him to the nearest couch and gave a summary of the events in Ireland. He regained his composure quickly. No one and nothing fazed Robert for long, at least in the 200 odd years I had known him.

"Wow, the doctors are going to have a field day with you Bridget. Its not often they get to examine a vampire brought back to life." Since then I have often wondered what Robert wasn't telling me. "Not often?" I didn't know it had ever happened.

Right then I didn't care. "Robert, I know they will and I know its part of my contract with the Agency to get poked and prodded every so often." I caught up his hand again. "But not now, not yet."

Robert smiled and touched my face. "But first you have to go South for a bit don't you?" He shook himself. "Don't worry, I'll take care of it all. I've got a lot of things to get going anyway. You're going to need a permanent identity now. After all, you're not going to be moving around every 20 or 25 years anymore. I need to get you a birth certificate and oh, speaking of that," he dashed for the room he kept as an office and emerged with a pad and pen, "Do you want to still be 'Bridget O'Brien'?"

"Robert!" Laughter bubbled up from me and I stopped his babbling with a quick kiss. I looked at him. My oldest friend. We had shared much since we had met, not the least of which was each other's beds throughout the years. It was just like him to leap with enthusiasm into helping me again. "Robert," I repeated. "That will all have to wait."

"Yes, of course," he replied, rather sheepishly. "You go on. I'll start drawing up the list of things I need to do and get cracking on them this evening." He set the pad and pen down and took me in his arms and hugged me. Then he kissed me, almost like a sister, albeit on the lips.

"Go on," he ordered. I did, closing the door behind me and pondering. Had I seen a trace of a tear in the corner of his eye?

When I got to Jackson County I didn't stop and call anyone.

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