Morning dawned much the same as the day before, with five tired men moving stiffly around the cabin. Another long night had passed, with the peacekeepers taking turns to watch over their ailing friend.

Chris's fever was raging, filling each man with dread, wondering what the outcome would be. The heavy weight of uncertainty settled in their hearts as the night wore on. They didn't vocalize their fear; but inwardly they shared the same collective cloak of dread. What would happen if their fearless leader drew his last breath this day?

Vin's insistence that Chris's hand needed to be held, now had full command of their attention. They had complete faith in the tracker's instincts. Whoever was sitting with the blond, kept that vigil alive. Just a quiet acceptance and acknowledgement of the force that bound their leader and the sharpshooter.

Hearing a horse outside, all eyes watched as Ezra walked to the window and peered out. "It's JD."

Bodies that had suddenly grown alert, relaxed again. Nerves were raw, and teeth were on edge from too little sleep and too much anxiety.

A blast of fresh air entered the cabin with the youth, his arms laden with supplies from town.

"How is he?" the question left the young sheriff's lips even before he'd kicked the door closed behind him.

"Not good." The raspy reply was barely audible and the mournful face of the Texan said it all.

Wide brown eyes turned sorrowful as they looked down at the floorboards. Vin's words giving him the answer he didn't want to hear. There was only one he'd feared more, as he'd left town just after dawn.

"I've got what you asked for, Nathan." JD's solemn voice fitted in well with the mood that had taken over the tiny home.

"Thanks JD." Nathan was once more unwinding the bandage around Chris's leg. He watched the youngest of the seven quickly retreating after laying the package on the small dresser. The healer had lost count of the number of times he'd cleaned the wound and changed the dressing. Each time, hoping that he'd see some improvement, and each time being disappointed. The one small flicker of light in what was otherwise a very dark tunnel, was that the infection had seemed to level off.

Steeling himself, he gently peeled the final layer of cloth from the broken leg. He lowered his gaze slowly, his heart beating hard in his chest, in dread and anticipation. Running his expert eyes over the wound, he blew out the breath he didn't know he was holding. Was it his imagination, or was the infection slowly clearing? With gentle fingers, he probed the injured leg, ignoring the strong smell still emanating from the area.

"Nathan?"

Buck had been watching the healer the whole time, as he sat, holding tightly to Chris's hand. He saw the look of dread mixed with hope on the former slave's face as he worked; and watched as the dark features turned more hopeful.

The healer didn't answer right away, concentrating on his task as he cleaned the wound and once more began to bandage it. He could feel Buck's eyes on him, knowing there was a question in their blue depths. Looking up finally, he saw the expectant look on the anxious man's face.

"Could be the infection's clearing up." He quickly held up a hand at the delight that lit up the rogue's face. "Don't go getting your hopes up Buck. His fever's still too high, even if his legs improving, we still got that to fight against."

"But it's something, right?" The hope filled voice filled the cabin, and soon the bed was surrounded by all of the peacekeepers.

Sighing heavily, the healer looked from one face to the other. "Don't want any of you getting your hopes up. The infection's still there; just seems less angry. But we gotta help Chris fight the fever, 'cos that's what's threatening him more than anything."

"How long..?" Vin voiced the question on everyone's lips.

Looking at the pale face and dull eyes of the intrepid sharpshooter, Nathan's voice answered low and grim. "We'll know soon."

- - - - - - -

Opening his eyes, Chris realized he must have fallen asleep. The last he remembered, he was trying to gather his family to head on home. He sat up slowly, feeling the pain in his leg as he tried to bend it.

Grimacing, he looked down at the bandage he'd assumed Vin had put on the wound. Blood was showing through the white of the cloth, but he wanted to get home before he changed the dressing.

Suddenly remembering what had happened earlier, his eyes darted to the lagoon. His green gaze rested on Sarah and Adam, sitting on the opposite bank, and he frowned at the downcast look on both faces.

Climbing to his feet he limped towards the water, his eyes not leaving his family. He stopped sharply, as a voice sounding like a soft lullaby filled his senses.

His frown deepened, and his voice was small and lost.

"Buck?"

- - - - - -

The table was laden with food that nobody seemed to want to eat. Plates of ham and eggs, griddle cakes and biscuits had been passed around, and hands had reached out, grabbing whatever was offered. Five men sat in front of the full plates of food, and cooling mugs of coffee. Eyes flitted from one man to the other, each seeking solace in one another's expressions, but finding none.

Nathan's words had given them a little hope, but the 'what if's' had soon returned to their tired minds.

"I know it's hard." Nathan put food to his lips. "But we gotta eat, Chris needs us. We can't fight if we're weak as kittens, and Chris needs our strength." He bit into the bread and lifted his mug, his brown eyes watching each man.

The corners of his mouth turned up slightly as his friends began to follow his lead. Even Vin, who he had visions of having to force-feed, slowly raised food to his mouth.

Making himself chew the griddle cake, Vin's keen blue eyes watched Buck as he sat with Chris. He saw the troubled look on the rogue's face, and knew the older man was remembering times gone by that he'd spent with the blond. He saw the whimsical smile appear and disappear from the lips under the dark moustache. He could almost see the twinkling light in the caring blue eyes as the older man recalled a funny moment the old friend's had shared.

Feeling as though he was intruding on a private moment, the sharpshooter averted his eyes and concentrated on swallowing the food that he couldn't taste. Somehow, his throat fought the issue, challenging him every step of the way.

- - - - - - -

The cluttering of plates broke the spell that hung over Buck. Turning his head, he watched the movements of his friends as they busied themselves. His eyes met Vin's across the room and he nodded slightly, glad to see more color in the younger man's cheeks. The sharpshooter seemed more relaxed about the others helping to keep the vigil over Chris. He didn't fight them when they wanted to take over holding the precious cargo, accepting their need and the fact that he had to rest.

Returning his eyes to Chris's pale features, he suddenly recalled something from their shared past that brought a smile to his lips.

"Remember that time when you threw Curly Rhodes' rifle on his barn roof, so's I could get away, after he caught me with his wife, Millie?" The rogue chuckled as he spoke softly to his friend. "He would have shot me for sure." He put his head to one side, his features turning thoughtful. "Always wondered how you knew I was there." His eyes darted to his hand clasped around Chris's, almost sure he'd felt a small movement. "But then you always seemed to know when I needed you." Feeling nothing more, he flicked his eyes back to the handsome face. "Reckon you saved my life that day, ol' friend...and a lot of times since." He wiped moisture away from his eyes with his free hand. "Guess it's my turn." His voice cracked, echoing the feeling in his heart. He dipped his head, running his sleeve across his eyes. Sensing someone close by, he gathered himself together and lifted his head, finding himself looking into blue eyes that mirrored his own raw emotions.

"'m sorry, Bucklin'. Didn't mean t'..." Vin felt as though he were intruding again. He'd heard Buck talking, and stupidly thought that Chris had woken up. He'd stood at the end of the bed, overhearing the rogue's words; ones that tore his heart open.

"It's okay, Vin." The ladies man's husky voice was mellow. "Was just gonna yell for someone to take over. I need to eat...my belly thinks my throat's been cut." A smile faltered on his lips as he tried to lighten the mood. "Now get over here and hold this ornery cuss's sweaty paw."

Chuffing out a soft laugh, Vin did as Buck asked. "Did he have any water?"

"Yeah, managed to slide some down his throat. Nathan got some willow bark tea down him too."

The tracker's lips twitched as the rogue winked and moved to the table. "Damn Ezra, you're gonna make someone one hell of a wife someday!" Buck noted, as the gambler handed him a full plate of food.

The Texan's mouth turned up in an amused smile. He marveled at how quickly the rogue got his emotions under control. A feeling of deep respect filled Vin's body at the strength of the older man. Further thoughts were thrown aside as a soft groan came from Chris's lips.

"We got ya, Cowboy...an' I reckon it's time ya woke up and thanked us." Leaning forward in the chair, Vin watched the fevered face before him. His blue eyes bore into the closed lids, willing them to open. He squeezed the blond's hand tightly, letting him know he wasn't ready to let him go.

- - - - - - -

Chris got a strong feeling that he had to go home. He sighed, turning an exasperated look on Sarah. His body stiffened as he stared into the large expressive eyes of his wife. All at once it became clear, as memories came crashing into his head.

A roof...Vin's shocked face as he began to fall...the sound of splintering wood, and air taking the place of solid timber. He let out a groan as he recalled the tracker pulling his bones back together. Blue eyes seeking his and holding them, hands grasping his, soft voices pleading with him.

He raised shocked green eyes to the opposite bank of the lagoon. Sarah and Adam stood, holding hands, their faces full of sadness.

"No..." his voice pleaded, his heavy heart confirming what he knew to be true.

Sarah and Adam were dead, and he could be about to join them. He was in limbo, lost between life and death. If he was conscious, he knew he would never have believed it possible. But here he was, and as his eyes rested on the faces of his beloved family, he realized he had a choice.

His mind somehow knew the reason he hadn't emerged on the other bank after being swallowed by the lagoon. It was because he was being held back. A strong force was stopping him from moving from life to death; and he knew what that strong force was.

Weary blue eyes filled his mind, a gentle voice filled his senses and a feeling of strength enveloped him.

Flitting his confused green eyes back to Sarah, he felt the strong need to reach out and touch her. All he had to do was walk into the water. He could leave his empty life behind, and be reunited with his family once more. No more pain, no more battles, and no more whiskey bottles.

Stepping nearer the water's edge, he stopped suddenly as he saw Sarah's face. There was a look of profound sadness etched on her fine features, along with a look of acceptance.

"Sarah..." the hoarse whisper was answered by his wife bringing a finger to her lips. Her voice filled his mind, making his heart slam against his chest. 'I love you, Darlin', but it's time to go home.'

"Isn't this home?" the blond's anguished voice asked.

Smiling gently, Sarah shook her head.

Chris suddenly felt a warmth in his palm, and gasped as it grew hot. Looking down at his closed fist, a Texan voice talking in the rain filled his mind. Lifting his clenched hand in front of him, he slowly opened his fingers. He sucked in a breath when his eyes settled on a small china cup resting in his hand. He opened his fingers wider, splaying them out as his green eyes filled with warm tears. Suddenly, it was very clear then; the road was before him. Not just any road, the right road - the road home.

- - - - - - -

Vin sensed the battle was almost over. He sat alone, while the other's cleaned up after breakfast. Glancing at Nathan, to make sure he wasn't looking, he winced as he gingerly slid his arm out of the sling. Pain lanced through his injured shoulder and he bit his lip, his face showing his discomfort. He froze when he spotted Buck watching him, a stern look on the mustachioed face. The tracker's lean body relaxed when the older man winked and grinned broadly, letting the Texan know he would keep his secret. Flashing the rogue a grateful smile, he waited for the throb in his shoulder to subside before returning his attention to Chris.

He bathed the stricken man's hot body, and listened to the harsh gasps of breath. He watched the fevered head as it moved from side to side on the pillow. He held his breath when he thought the blond was no longer breathing himself. But the whole time, he held fast to Chris's hand, giving the gunslinger an anchor, a lifeline to find his way back.

Feeling the air tense around the bed, Vin sat forward, his eyes darting up and down the length of Larabee's body. He cleared his mind of all thoughts, trying to decipher what his senses were telling him. He gasped when he sensed the dark cloak of death hovering in the corner of the room.

The tracker felt Chris's hand twitch in his. The Texan's breathing grew more rapid, and his eyes grew wide as he felt the hand move again. Trying to slow his breathing, his gaze bore into the hands entwined where they lay on the sheet. His heart began to plummet, and his stomach somersaulted as he watched Chris's fingers slowly open, and splay out flat on the bed. A sob stuck in the sharpshooter's throat as his eyes filled with tears at the knowledge that his best friend was letting go.

Throwing himself onto his knees, the former bounty hunter tried to wrap Larabee's fingers back around his own, but each time he let go, they opened out again.

"No!"

Vin's guttural cry echoed around the cabin, making JD jump and drop a plate on the floor.

As four men ignored the shattered dish and ran towards the bed, Buck turned and ran the other way.

Slamming the door behind him, the heartbroken peacekeeper breathed heavily between gritted teeth. He walked backwards and forwards, clenching and unclenching his fists. A raw agony ran through his body, and a lump in his throat threatened to choke him. His head pounded as blood rushed through his veins, making his ears ring. His agonized blue eyes darted to and fro, seeing nothing as his mind tried to comprehend what his heart already told him. He'd just lost his oldest, closest friend, and the thought was too much to bear.

Spying a tree stump just ahead, he strode towards it. An axe stood against the stump, and a piece of wood lay ready to chop for firewood. Picking up the tool, Buck lifted it effortlessly over his head. He held it there, blinking away the mist from his burning eyes. In his mind, he pictured Chris with a wide and wicked grin on his face, and mirth twinkling from his green eyes.

An agonized cry of pain and loss was torn from his lungs as he brought the blade down onto the wood, sending timber flying through the air in two directions. He tried to pull it from the tree stump, growling in anger when it wouldn't budge. Crying out in frustration, he released his grip on the axe handle and dropped to his knees. Resting his head in his shaking hands, the tears began to flow as sobs wracked his heartbroken body.

Dusk was settling, sending eerie shadows into the lagoon. A soft breeze whispered through the still warm air, lifting Chris's hair from his forehead. The gunslinger's hand began to tremble as he stared down at the small china cup. He could hear Vin calling to him, but looking up again, he couldn't turn his eyes away from his family. He'd fought and won, but a lead weight pressed heavily into his chest. As he stood watching Adam and Sarah moving slowly away from him, he felt far from victorious. All he'd wanted since the fire was to be with them again, and here he was, letting it slip through his fingers. But he knew it was the right thing to do. This was a different world, one he didn't belong in yet.

His arms ached with the longing to encase his family in a protective embrace as he watched the distant figures growing fainter. His heart pulled in two different directions as the forms began to shimmer and blend with the landscape. He reached out his hand to them and let it drop back down to his side as Sarah and Adam finally disappeared. A ball of flame began to burn in his stomach, slowly spiralling upwards until it reached his throat. A groan of agonising pain and misery tore from his quivering lips as the tears ran freely down his face.

Chris finally looked down at his palm through watery eyes, and stared at the china cup still nestling there. It all of a sudden looked lonely and lost, where it sat patiently waiting. He felt a peace settle over him, and a warmth envelop him. It was time to go back where he belonged. Back to the place where the anchor to his existence was awaiting his return. Sad green eyes looked on as he slowly closed his fingers around the cup, encasing it safely in his soft palm.

- - - - - - -

The Texan's mind was racing through a multitude of thoughts, as wild blue eyes darted up and down his friends still form. He hadn't sensed this approaching, hadn't seen it coming, so why was it happening? Chris had given up, just like that, and he hadn't felt a damn thing.

A lead weight settled on his slumped shoulders. His heart felt like shards of glass were ripping through the delicate tissue. He could almost feel a razor cutting into his soul. He found it hard to breathe, as cold hands seemed to clutch at his tortured body, squeezing it tightly. Silently, he asked a myriad of questions he knew would never be answered. He could hear the commotion around him, knew the others were there, but all he could focus on was Chris's limp hand and the oh-so-still body on the bed.

A faltering brown hand came into his line of vision, as Nathan put his finger to Chris's neck.

"No use..." The croak didn't sound like Vin's voice as the others looked on in solemn silence. Each man was fighting his own emotional hell at what all of the latest happenings meant.

Reaching out, Vin stroked the blond hair back from the clammy forehead. His blue eyes boring into Larabee's slack features, silently pleading that he'd got it wrong. But the slack digits on the pale hand confirmed his worst fear - Chris Larabee was dead!

Vin's shoulder ached mercilessly but he didn't care. His physical pain was nothing compared to the volcano that was spewing molten lava inside his grief stricken body. His wide blue eyes looked like sparkling sapphires as the water ran freely from their depths. He swallowed hard, almost choking on the huge lump in his throat. Shivers ran up and down his frame, like the ice-cold finger of death itself. He felt a loss like no other, not even when his mother died did he feel this desolate and alone. He had the friendship of five other men, but without the presence of the sixth, at that moment, it meant nothing.

Two deep blue devastated eyes watched as Nathan's fingers tried to locate a pulse. Looking on with a sense of defeat as the healer put his ear to the blond's chest, Vin almost missed it...until it happened again.

Slowly, he turned his head, his fervent gaze resting on Chris's hand. He concentrated hard, his tired, tear filled eyes watching like a predatory beast. Then it came again, the stricken man's fingers moved.

"Wait..." The voice was stronger this time. A small feeling of hope began to rise up from the sharpshooter's stomach. Like a snowball that grew larger as it rolled along, the feeling intensified. Vin's shoulder's slowly lifted, as his senses sparked and crackled to life. His heart boomed out a rapid, erratic beat as he felt an energy run from Chris's hand into his.

The other peacekeepers held their collective breaths in anticipation, all feeling a strong powerful force envelop the room.

Nathan stilled his fingers against Chris's neck, where he still could not find a pulse.

Blinking through his own tears, he turned towards the tracker.

A gradual smile crept onto Vin's lips as the fingers of his best friend slowly closed around his hand, encasing it firmly in the sick man's grasp.

"He's alive." JD's whispered words echoed the thoughts of the others, like a wisp of a prayer.

"It would appear so..." Ezra failed to keep the tremor from his voice.

"I got a pulse!" Nathan exclaimed loudly, the excitement and relief showing clearly on his face.

"Chris..." Vin turned back to the fevered face, whispering his friend's name. The brother who, moments ago he thought he'd lost forever.

The air seemed to hold its breath along with the men that breathed it, as the blond's lashes fluttered and opened. The injured man settled fevered but aware eyes on Vin's smiling face.

"Ya scared the hell out o' me, Larabee."

Licking his dry lips, Chris swallowed and attempted to speak. "Kept...china." The words were so softly spoken they were unheard by all except Vin who could only nod in reply.

JD's beaming face turned around, searching for Buck, the smile faltering when he realised his friend was not there. He spun around, his eyes searching the small cabin, but coming up empty. Glancing back to the bed, a smile faltered once more on his lips at the sight of Chris's pained but open green eyes. He watched as the others helped their leader to drink some water. Moving away, he headed out of the cabin, wondering why Wilmington wasn't there with them.

- - - - - - -

Buck's gut tightened each time a silent sob jerked his body. He rested his elbows on the tree stump, cupping his chin in his hands. When was he going to wake up from this nightmare? How long until he was drawn back to wakefulness and he found himself lying next to Daisy, or Melissa? He knew the questions were a waste of time. Way down deep in his shattered heart, the nightmare was real.

Chris was dead.

His back stiffened as he heard the door of the cabin open and close again. Turning his head to the side he caught sight of JD, walking with faltering steps towards him.

"Get away from me, Kid." The defeat in Buck's voice made JD flinch, but he continued to move towards his mentor.

"Buck..." the younger man reached out a hand as he drew near, but pulled it back as a harsh retort met his ears.

"Don't!" Pushing himself to his feet, Buck staggered for a few steps, his head bent. He held his hand up to JD, without looking at the young, confused sheriff.

Feeling a little ashamed and knowing the kid was probably going through hell too, the tall man softened his voice as he spoke again.

"Can't help you deal with it, Kid, can't even deal with it myself."

"Deal with what?"

The confusion in the young voice turned Buck's pain to anger. Spinning around, he leaned towards JD, his balled fists held stiffly at his sides.

"Deal with what?" The anger filled words were spat out, but the heartbreak could still be heard. "Christ, J.D. He's dead!"

Realisation suddenly hit, and JD wanted to slap himself on the forehead for his stupidity. Buck wasn't there when Chris woke up. "But he's not..."

"Just go away, JD." The grief stricken man's shoulders sagged tiredly, the angry voice replaced by a defeated whisper.

"Buck, he's not dead." JD shot the words back, loud and firm. He figured it was the only way his friend was going to hear what he had to say. His own big brown eyes pierced the heartbroken body standing before him.

The big man looked at the younger one with a look of disbelief. How could he play this cruel game with him? How could he stand there and tell him such a hurtful, painful lie?

Watching Buck's reaction carefully, JD looked steadily back at him. His eyes sincere and filled with truth, he repeated his words, more softly. "He's not dead."

Taking a deep shuddering breath, Buck let it out slowly, his gaze never leaving JD's. His heart pummelled away at his chest as his mind tried to absorb the kid's last three words... he's not dead.

A sob wrenched from his throat at the same time as he took a few unsteady steps. Stopping when he was directly in front of the younger man, he voiced the question clearly visible in his eyes. "Not dead? But Vin..." he hardly dared believe what he was hearing was true.

"Vin was wrong." JD's eyes suddenly sparkled, a smile forming on his lips.

Buck stood, rigid as a hitching post, his blue eyes dancing around the youth's face. The sky orbs suddenly found more moisture, and his throat seemed to find another lump. The jubilant peacekeeper let out a whoop of joy and punched the air. His eyes sparkled like stars had been captured in them and his face lit up as a broad grin formed. Slapping his hands down on JD's shoulders, he swallowed hard, his voice hoarse as he spoke.

"Well, what are we standing out here for? Let's go, Kid!"

- - - - - - -

Stepping back inside the cabin, Buck immediately felt the change in the atmosphere. Instead of the feeling of dread, the small space was filled with a feeling of hope. Sighing contentedly, he walked towards the bed, with JD following behind him.

Buck's eyes settled on Vin's shattered form, still kneeling by Chris's bedside. His heart clenched at the devastation that still hadn't quite left the tracker's handsome features. The sense of loss still lingered in the slumped shoulders and trembling body of the younger man.

Squatting down beside the sharpshooter, he waited as the dipped head turned. Lost Texas eyes met Buck's steady, compassionate blue gaze, making Wilmington catch his breath. Reaching out with his hand, the older man gripped the back of Vin's neck, while a new lump formed in his throat. The feeling he'd had, when he thought Chris was dead, looked straight back at him in two haunted blue orbs. Squeezing the younger man's neck, while blinking back fresh emotion, he pursed his lips. Before him was a man who'd almost lost something dearer to him than life itself. He knew the moment he saw him and Chris together that the bond they shared meant if one died, the other lost his life too.

Taking a shaky breath, he released his grip on Tanner's neck and rose to his feet.

His eyes turned misty again, drinking in the scene before him, as his gaze settled on his old friend. Chris looked back at him, his green eyes filled with pain, but a weak smile on his lips.

"Damn, but it's good to see them eyes of yours." The ladies man beamed down at the injured man.

All Chris could manage in response was a twitch in the corner of his mouth. His leg felt as though it was on fire, and he sucked in air sharply as a searing pain shot through his injured limb.

"Alright, gimme some room now." Nathan stepped forward while all but Vin took a step back. The tracker was still on his knees, holding tightly to Chris's hand.

Leaning over the prone form on the bed, Nathan spoke quietly, his eyes full of concern. "Chris, I gotta check your leg, an' it's gonna hurt like hell."

Nodding, the blond's pain filled green eyes found Vin's worried blues. The look reminded him of the time when he was lost between two worlds. He remembered the unspoken conversation they'd shared, only now realising the importance of that moment.

"Pulled me...back...V...Vin." He was annoyed at how weak his voice sounded, but the soft sky blue eyes calmed him. The insightful look on the Texan's face told him the tracker knew exactly what he was talking about.

Vin swallowed hard, still not quite believing that Chris was alive and talking to him. He squeezed his friend's hand lightly to reaffirm what his expression was relaying.

Feeling the squeeze, Chris's fevered sea green eyes, rested calmly on the younger man's face. He frowned in concern as his hooded gaze took in the wretched features of his friend. There were dark rings under the tired eyes, and the whiskered face was etched with pain. A bandage encircled the shaggy head, and the tracker's cheeks were hollow, a sure sign that the Texan was not eating right. He saw the worry that lined the handsome face, and got a sinking feeling in his stomach, realising he was the cause.

"...look like shit...cowboy." He saw the other man's lips turn up. "...can let go...now..."

Nodding his head, Vin loosened his grasp and pulled his hand free of Chris's. He was happy in the knowledge that the precious cargo was back in the keeping of its owner, and was safe.

Nathan began to untie the bandage around the blond's leg. The injured man sucked in his breath as fresh pain erupted in his injured limb. The healer stilled his hands and stepped back, deciding to wait until Chris was safely asleep. He knew the pain would be excruciating and hoped his patient would not be woken when he got to work. The last thing he wanted was to add to the leader's misery. Watching quietly with the others, he noticed the laudanum he'd given the stricken blond earlier was beginning to work.

Chris felt his eyes growing heavy as he continued to hold Vin's gaze. He fought the need to sleep, almost afraid of what would happen if he did.

Sensing his friend's fears, Vin placed a reassuring hand on the injured peacekeeper's shoulder. "It's alright, Cowboy. Yer back, nothin's gonna happen."

Comforted by the soft Texan drawl, Chris began to give in to his weariness. His eyelids fluttered, his gaze never leaving Vin's. Just before he surrendered completely, his brows drew together in a frown. "Lagoon's...gone."

The whispered words caused five faces to look bewildered. But Vin gazed down at his sleeping friend with a look of total understanding.

- - - - - - -

The two days since Chris came back to them were a blur, the time being taken up with the men working in shifts to tend to his needs. It was a constant relief every time the green eyes showed themselves, but the pain their leader was having to endure marred each man's satisfaction.

What little liquid and broth the blond managed to consume was more often than not brought back up again. But his strength and determination were a constant reminder of Chris's resilience and stamina. Even his stubbornness showed through, mostly to hide his embarrassment at the more intimate needs that he had to be helped with. The fever was still with him, although it was no longer dangerous. But the fact that his leg was going to keep him out of action for quite a while was adding to his frustration.

"Nathan, I'm sure this will be the last time I'll need this, it really is much improved."

Ezra's desperate voice filled Vin's senses, as he started towards wakefulness. He wrinkled his nose as the odious smell of Nathan's rub assaulted his nostrils.

The tracker stifled a groan as his stiff shoulder let itself be known. His body suddenly went rigid, his senses on full alert. The hairs prickled on the back of his neck, and with lightning speed his hand shot out from the covers and grabbed a solid arm just below the elbow.

"Easy Vin..."

The Texan turned to see brown eyes looking down at him. Releasing his grasp with an apologetic look he shuffled to a sitting position with a sigh. Running his fingers through his ruffled hair, he tried to clear his sleep heavy mind.

"I wanted to see if you were alright, not like you to sleep so long. Didn't mean to startle you." Nathan realised his mistake, he'd learnt by now that Vin was used to being on his own and looking out for himself and an old saying came to mind. 'You always sleep with one eye open'.

"S'okay Nate, what's wrong?" His heart leapt and he suddenly turned wide eyes to the bed. He relaxed when he saw two sleepy green eyes looking back at him. Pushing himself stiffly to his feet he smiled as he saw Ezra walking away rubbing his rear.

"Thought you were gonna...sleep all day." Chris's weak voice greeted him as he reached the bed, and he turned on his finest glare at the amused smile.

"Think yer fever's got me confused with Ezra." Sitting on the bed, the Texan moved his impatient glare to Nathan who was tugging at the sling dangling around his neck.

"Don't want no sassin', Vin." The authoritative tone made Chris smile as Vin hesitated for a few seconds before deciding to relinquish the battle. He slid his arm into the sling, not letting the relief show as the bandage immediately took most of the persistent throbbing away.

After a satisfied nod, Nathan moved to the small dresser and began arranging his supplies and Vin turned back to his best friend. "How ya doin', Cowboy?"

"Been better." Sighing, Chris rubbed the top of his bad leg gingerly. "Nathan reckons he can stitch my leg in a coupla days, guess that's good news."

He pressed his fingers to his forehead and closed his eyes. "That smell you and Ez are carryin' isn't helping much."

Vin rolled his eyes and reached for a cloth. Dipping it into a bowl of water he wrung it out. Pushing Chris's hand away from his fevered forehead, he replaced it with the cool material.

Sighing in contentment, Chris opened an eye and settled it on Vin. "That stuff really does smell you know."

"Reckon it can't smell worse'n you right now..." The tracker gave his friend a haughty look before reaching over and filling a cup with water from the pitcher.

The injured man didn't answer as his eyes focused longingly on the liquid filled vessel.

Vin sat, his features showing his dilemma as his eyes went from his sling to the cup. He wanted to give Chris some water, but couldn't lift the blond's head and hold the cup with his arm immobile. Glancing at Nathan's back, he wrinkled his nose, bracing himself for discomfort as he began to slide his arm out.

"Stop right there, Tanner!" Chris seemed to find more volume to his voice as he spoke in a warning tone.

Glaring with annoyed blue eyes, Vin shot back. "Ya don't get no water then."

"Hell I've missed you two nit pickin' like old marrieds." Buck chuckled, walking to the bed and lifting Chris's head gently. He screwed up his nose as his hand grew slick from Chris's sweaty hair. "Damn, you need a hair wash, ol' buddy."

"Need a drink more." The blond glared back. He bit his lip against the pain that suddenly worsened in his leg. Shifting his eyes he rested them on Nathan, who stood with stilled hands.

"Sorry Chris, was tryin' to start the unwinding while you were distracted." Reaching behind him, he motioned to Vin to pass him the full cup of water. He added a little laudanum and swirled it around before handing it back to the Texan.

"Don't wanna sleep, slept enough."

"It'll help with the pain, Chris. An' you're bodies gonna defy you where sleep's concerned."

"Why does he always have to be right?" The blond asked tiredly before accepting some water from the cup held to his lips.

Vin shrugged. "Annoyin' ain't it?" the blue eyes twinkled as they moved to the healer. His face turned mischievous. "Reckon somethin' stronger'd do ya more good, pard."

"Like the way you think...Vin." Chris's voice grew softer with each word as Buck lowered the hot head once more to the pillow.

"No whiskey, you hear me?" Nathan's voice was stern again, as he walked to the head of the bed and removed the cool cloth from the prone mans forehead. Putting his hand in its place, he frowned at the heat that met his palm. "Enough talkin' now, I'm gonna change your dressin' and you need sleep. I'll give you some willow bark tea when you wake up."

"Now there's something to look forward to." Buck juggled his eyebrows as he moved back to give Nathan more room.

"Go to hell...Buck." The quiet voice held no threat as heavy lids fluttered closed over glazed green eyes.

All jollity forgotten, two worried blue gazes settled on the healer as he carefully unwrapped the bandaged leg. He didn't want to wake Chris again and hoped he could do what was needed without that happening. Feeling eyes on him he looked up from his task.

"Nothin' new to say." He answered the silent question in both sets of eyes. "He's strong and stubborn." Pulling the last of the bandages away he looked at the ugly wound. "...and this is looking better."

"He's safe now...not goin' anywhere." Vin added with conviction. "He made his choice."

Buck reached out and lightly put an arm across Vin's shoulders. "You're gonna have to tell me what the hell you mean by that one of these days, Tanner." Looking over at Ezra a devilishly mischievous look came over his face and he added. "But right now, I think we need some whiskey to celebrate."

Darting wary eyes to the gambler, Vin's gaze moved to the bottle still sitting on the table by the window.

"Ah yes, whiskey." Ezra picked up the liquor and sat gingerly at the table. Lifting the bottle he raised a brow. "Mister Tanner..."

Giving the rogue a murderous look, Vin pushed the older man's arm roughly from his shoulders. Ignoring the gleeful laughing coming from the ladies man, the tracker turned on his best innocent look and headed to the table.

"Ez..."

The gambler raised his hand, cutting him off. Winking conspiratorially at the Texan he began to pour whiskey into two glasses. "To your impeccable taste!"

Buck lifted one side of his mouth wryly. Seeing Nathan's amused face he shrugged. "Ah well, can't win 'em all."

The pain clearly showed on Larabee's face as Nathan carefully pulled the sheet over the blond's legs. Having just endured the agony of finally having his leg stitched, Chris fought to relax his breathing. He could feel the sweat glistening on his forehead and running down his cheeks. He raised a shaking hand to wipe some away with his forearm.

"Here, Chris."

He could hear the concern in Tanner's voice and turned his head towards the tracker when he felt the bed dip. His shaking hand was soon steadied, as the mug of cold water arrived. He didn't protest when Vin's own hand remained on the handle as he helped Chris guide it to his lips.

He relished every drop of the cool liquid, as it began to put out the fire inside. His mouth was so dry it felt as though he hadn't had a drink for a week. The last few days were a blur, his body still trying to catch up with all that happened. Smiling weakly as the cup was taken away, his eyes showed their gratitude as they looked at the worried face of the sharpshooter.

His face locked in pain again when a searing agony shot up his leg. Closing his eyes

tightly, he felt a strong grip on his arm. He knew it was Vin lending him his silent support.

"Nathan..."

The injured man heard the whispered plea from his best friend and reached over. His trembling fingers touched the worried Texan's lightly.

"..s'alright...it'll...pass."

Feeling something cool touching his lips he accepted whatever was being offered, he was in too much pain to refuse help. He swallowed Nathan's foul tasting concoction quickly and was ever grateful when it was replaced by water.

"Th...thanks."

Resting back against the pillows, he made an effort to relax his muscles, knowing that the pain would ease off. After what seemed like an eternity, the agony diminished to a bearable level. The glazed green eyes cracked open and found two concerned faces hovering over him.

"Sorry I had to do that, Chris." The regret came through plainly in the healer's apology. He hated to hurt his friends more than they were already hurting, but comforted himself with the fact that the good overshadowed the bad.

"Do you wanna sit up a little bit?"

He had to smile as the pained green eyes sparked a little at the question. Chris had endured days of laying flat on his back since waking up and Nathan knew how much this little improvement would mean to the blond.

"...need to...ask?" Chris's mouth tweaked with a small smile. He caught a glimpse of dancing blue eyes and his heart warmed at that thought. That he held the power to ease Vin's pain, still awed him. He felt strong but gentle arms ease him forward and bit his lip. He squeezed his eyes shut as a fresh pain entered his leg.

"Want me t'stop?"

Vin's soft question filled him with renewed strength.

"No! I'll shoot you first!"

The blond smiled as the tracker issued a snort and sighed in contentment as he felt pillows being pushed behind his back. Letting out a satisfied breath, he didn't care that he was smiling stupidly. He knew he didn't have to worry about what he looked like, or how he acted in the company of his friends.

"I'm goin' to get cleaned up." Nathan cast an expert eye over his patient before leaving him in Vin's capable hands.

Chris's eyes sought Vin's when the door closed quietly behind the healer. He felt a warmth inside, his brother's blue gaze shrouding him in silent comfort.

"Where are the others?"

The blond was bone tired, but he felt the need to talk. He wanted to get back in the swing of things. It had been over a week since the accident, but felt like a lifetime to the injured man

"JD an' Ezra went back t' town, Josiah n' Buck are...outside."

Chris nodded, and watched Vin settle into a chair. His lips twitched when his eyes fell on the sling hanging loose around the tracker's neck. "...nice tie..." he noted, raising a challenging eyebrow.

Drawing his brows together, Vin sent a mock glare to his friend. "Mind yer business, Larabee."

Chuffing softly, the blond took the offered cup of herbal tea with a steadier hand than earlier and sipped at it. Handing the vessel back to the tracker and licking his now moist lips, he eyed his friend critically.

"How's the head?"

"S'fine."

"Good...the shoulder?" he raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Better...jist a mite sore from time t' time." The Texan scowled at his friend. "Don't need yer fussin'."

His mouth twitching again, Chris raised a hand in mock defence. A comfortable silence followed; each man happy to be in the others company.

Chris relaxed further into the soft pillows. His leg throbbed incessantly, and his body ached all over. But despite all of his discomfort, he was glad to be where he was...where he knew he belonged.

The thought caused memories to flood into his mind as he sat with the silent tracker. Taking in a lung full of air, he let it out slowly in a long shuddering breath. He was once more filled with the need to talk, but wasn't sure how or where to begin. Feeling eyes on him, he turned his pensive green gaze to Vin, seeing awareness in the blue depths.

"'m here when yer ready."

Vin's steady gaze, and perceptive words pulled at Chris's heart. If ever there was a time to talk, this was it. He wondered whether he even needed to talk, as he thought of the knowing looks he'd caught on his friend's face the last few days. He felt their bond more than ever, and, turning his eyes away from the tracker he blew out a small breath.

"Was thinking..."

Nodding, Vin shifted in his seat. Feeling a throb returning to his shoulder, he gently eased it back into its protective sling. He studied the profile of Larabee's face, taking in the distant, almost dreamy look.

"When I was..." Chris stopped, trying to think of a word to describe that time. "When I was...lost." He looked back at Vin, searching for understanding. It surged forth immediately in the sharpshooter's deep eyes.

"I hear ya, Cowboy."

The Texan's raspy whisper sent a small shiver up Chris's spine. The fact that Vin seemed to know where he was heading made him believe even more that his experience was not a dream.

"I was by a lagoon with rocks all around." His eyes turned wistful. "...they were there." His voice croaked as he remembered.

"Yer family."

Nodding, Chris went on, ignoring the water that filled his eyes. "They were swimming and laughing." He smiled, the love shining from sea green pools. "I tried to go in with them, but the water pulled me under...my leg was trapped." He sucked in a breath, and held a hand to his head.

"Easy, Chris." Vin's voice was soothing as he put a comforting hand on the blond's arm.

Turning his head, the injured man looked deep into the tracker's eyes. "Someone helped pull me out."

"Who?"

Retracting his hand, Vin rubbed his sore shoulder. He felt sure he knew the answer.

"Nobody was around when I got to shore...but it was like I had an anchor." He cocked his head to one side. "You know what I mean?"

"...reckon..."

Turning his eyes, the blond stared into the distance. "It happened again...couldn't stop it. I was sliding, then the anchor stopped me again." He rubbed a shaking hand down his face. "I saw you there once, I saw your face...your eyes." He paused, his eyes glistening with gratitude. "...I felt your strength..." He faltered on his next words, "...could feel you."

Vin nodded. "Ya came around fer a bit, I was here with ya."

Chris inclined his head once, accepting the information as he rubbed his aching thigh. His thoughts returned to the lagoon as he continued. "I called to them when it was time to leave, they...they went to the opposite bank. Then I realized..." His voice broke up as he brought his hands up to cup his face.

"Chris..."

"S'okay." He took a deep, shaky breath. Putting his hands in his lap, he turned his tortured features towards his best friend. "Sarah..." he swallowed. "Sarah showed me...reminded me..." he broke off, looking down at his hand and Vin followed his gaze.

"m' glad ya came back." The Texan's words were a whisper in the quiet room.

Closing his fingers over his palm, Chris's lips turned up in a small smile. "So am I." He whispered back.

Vin broke the spell when he moved and sat on the bed. He held out a cup of Nathan's tea to his friend. Keeping a grip on the handle as Chris's hands surrounded the vessel, he waited for the blond to have his fill then placed it on the table beside the bed.

The two friends found each other's gaze once more, blue eyes tender with concern, green eyes grateful and tear filled.

"I don't know if that place was real, Vin. But I hope with all my heart it was."

"Ya keep believin' that, Chris."

The gratitude extended to Larabee's lips as they formed a smile. He trusted Vin's instincts more than he trusted his own.

"They're happy there...it's a good place."

He paused, two shining emeralds sending Vin the most penetrating look he'd ever encountered.

"...china cup shone brighter..."

The tracker's breath caught in his throat at Chris's words as they pierced his soul. He tried to speak, gulping instead. He knew if he tried to say anything at that moment, he'd choke.

The brother's held their gaze, as they both reached out and locked forearms. Their bond so strong, voices weren't needed.

Finally releasing his grip, Chris rested back against his pillows, the need to rest finally taking control.

Vin watched as the injured man's eyelids fluttered closed. Reaching for a cloth he placed it on the blond's hot forehead. Looking down at the sleeping man, he could see a change had taken place. The handsome face looked peaceful, the furrowed lines on his forehead less prominent. His eyes moved to the injured man's hands resting in his lap. The fingers of one were still digging into the palm.

- - - - - - -

Shifting restlessly in the bed, Chris winced as a sharp pain darted up his leg. It was one of the rare occasions when he was alone in his small cabin. Vin had been moving around all morning like he had ants in his pants. The recovering man finally persuaded him to get some air. He sighed, imagining the feeling of breathing fresh air into his stifled lungs. He was feeling better, and was harboring a desire to escape the confines of four wooden walls.

Flitting bored, green eyes around the cabin, his shoulders sagged as his gaze registered the same view of the day before - and the day before that. Hell, it was the same view that he'd stared at a week ago. He sighed loudly again, looking at the door in the hope Vin would return. The tedium was threatening to escape him in a frustrated scream. His eyes narrowed, suddenly sparking with a slight interest. Something was different on the dresser, and he searched his mind for what it was. He rolled his eyes when he realised it was only an extra bottle of one of Nathan's concoctions that the healer must have put there earlier.

Moving wearied eyes again, his gaze shifted from the chair with the crack in the seat, to the mark on the wall where he'd knocked it with some furniture. He knew every flaw, every crack and stain and every small creak the cabin possessed.

Irritated green eyes darted to the door when he heard voices...happy voices. His features turned sour when five laughing men spilled into the small home.

"Where's Josiah?"

The growl stopped the men in their tracks. "Then we'll have all the merry men." The blond almost sneered as he said the words.

Ignoring Chris's ill temper, Buck came to stand beside the bed.

"He's comin'."

The gunslinger grunted in reply, and turned to glare at Nathan who was fussing with his sheets.

Hearing a commotion at the door, Vin opened it. Ezra swept an arm towards the doorway as a shadowy figure appeared. The gambler bowed dramatically. "Your chariot awaits."

Josiah came through the door at that moment, pushing the wheelchair that was kept at Nathan's clinic. He manoeuvred the chair through the cabin and around the men, stopping beside the bed. Turning a toothy grin on the bedridden blond, he winked.

"Salvation, Brother."

Chris's emerald eyes sparkled, the prospect of leaving his prison bringing a smile to his lips. He could almost feel the cool air entering his lungs as he thought of it. He pulled the sheet from his body, grateful that he'd been wearing drawers for the last few days. He knew the men had seen him in all his glory, but now he was healing, his pride had returned.

"Chris, it's gonna hurt." Nathan's serious gaze settled on the blond's eager features.

The gunslinger shrugged. "...who cares..." The smile stayed on Larabee's face. Looking from one to the other of his friends as they stood grinning at him, he glared. "What are you waiting for?"

"Reckon ya need some clothes, Larabee." Vin's eyes sparkled as the glare turned solely on him.

"Gimme some then."

"Them tight britches o' yers ain't an option."

Buck slapped Vin on the back, laughing loudly at the sharpshooter's quip. "He's got a point ol' buddy."

A warning look appeared on the blond's face, his green eyes moving from Vin to Buck. His attention was drawn away from the two men when he felt Nathan gently easing his arm into a shirt.

"Let us do the work, alright?" The healer looked intently at his patient, while the men moved in ready to transport their injured friend.

Chris nodded and tensed, as he felt Josiah grip him tightly under the arms. The preacher motioned with his head, letting the others know he was ready.

Buck and Nathan took a leg each, the healer handling the injured limb with practiced hands. Lifting their friend carefully, Buck winced when he heard Chris's sharp intake of breath.

Settled at last in the chair, the gunslinger grit his teeth against the fire in his broken limb. His pride wouldn't let him cry out, although a groan left his lips. Sweat beaded on the blond's forehead, his eyes shut tight, and the men waited for his discomfort to ease.

"Got the blanket, JD?"

"Right here, Nathan."

Chris felt warmth surround his lower body as gentle hands tucked the cover around him. Slowly the pain began to recede, and he opened his watery green eyes. "...ready..." the voice was hoarse as he nodded towards the door.

"Not quite..." Ezra reached into his pocket, pulling out a bright red bandana.

"What's that for?" Suspicion touched the blond's handsome features.

Moving forward, Ezra squatted beside the chair. "Trust me."

Staring back at the gambler, Chris's green eyes grew wide with incredulity. Trusting Ezra P. Standish, was the last thing he could imagine doing right now. He heard Buck snort, and JD snigger, as both men realised the con man had said the wrong thing.

Sitting back on his heels, Ezra cleared his throat. "Poor choice of words..."

Vin's buck skinned figure came up behind the southerner, and sent Chris a reassuring wink.

Turning his head, Chris looked into two, straight and honest blue eyes. He nodded, and let the sharpshooter put the bandana around his eyes, blinding him. His hands gripped the sides of the wheelchair, as his body tensed. He didn't like the fact that he couldn't see, but he trusted Vin and knew six men had his back covered.

He felt the chair begin to move, the laughing, happy voices of the men making his lips lift in a smile despite his anxiety. He had no idea what they were up to, then the door opened.

Fresh air caressed his face, and suddenly he didn't care anymore.

He sucked in a breath when the chair collided with the doorframe, sending shards of agony through his leg. His knuckles turned white as he gripped the arms of the chair tightly. The wheels seemed to find every dip in the ground as he was pushed slowly along. The smell of paint filled his nostrils, making him sit up straighter and sniff the air.

"What...?" His question was cut off when Buck's voice came to him.

"Ez? Got some of them five dollar words?"

"At your service!" The gambler cleared his throat and Chris felt fingers grip the bandana.

The blond frowned, he didn't like the fact that he wasn't in control. His body was tense enough that it felt like it would snap in a strong wind. He turned his head to the direction of Standish's voice.

"Mr Larabee...may we present..."

Chris felt the tug as the bandana was pulled from his eyes. He blinked, attempting to adjust his sight to the afternoon sunlight.

"...your new barn."

Vin snorted. "Hell Ez, I coulda said it like that."

"Sometimes, few words are necessary, Mister..." His voice trailed off and five sets of eyes followed his gaze.

Chris sat in the chair, knowing his friends...his brothers, were watching him. He didn't care what his face revealed as he gazed at the sight in front of him.

The barn...his barn stood before him and it was a sight he would never forget. His chest hurt as emotions fought their way to the surface. He swallowed hard, his eyes misting as his gaze raked over the beautiful structure that graced his property. Fresh paint made the timbers gleam with pride, and the tall roof was built to perfection. He swallowed hard again, blinking back moisture as he felt a breath by his ear.

"There's more." Buck nodded to Josiah and the chair began to move forward again. Vin opened the gleaming barn door, and the soul mates eyes met fleetingly as Chris was pushed through.

The blond sucked in a breath at the sight that met his eyes. Stalls had been erected along one end, and the men's horses stood happily within them. Items hung from hooks on the walls and a small loft housed bales of hay. His eyes swept around the fully outfitted building, taking in every minute detail. Rows of new shelves provided homes for shiny new tools, linament and saddle polish. Neatly folded leather cloths, ropes and grooming brushes rested on more shelves cut to fit into a corner. He closed his eyes and took in air through his nose, relishing the smell of fresh timber and paint, and sighing at the wonderful whiff of leather.

The whole structure gleamed and Chris was overwhelmed. His insides churned and for a moment he thought he'd lose his stomach contents. His heart thumped as his eyes swept across the beautiful sight one more time. He opened his mouth, his lips trying to form words, but none would come. He lifted his head, moving his eyes from one man to the other. His sea green gaze finally rested on Josiah, who tilted his head to one side.

"You're welcome, brother."

"Well..." Blinking back tears of his own, Buck made the first move. Grabbing the chair, he wheeled it through the open doorway. He slowed down when Chris's hand reached out to touch the fresh paint on the doorframe tenderly.

Setting the chair in the shelter of the porch, the men sat around it. Ezra disappeared into the cabin, emerging with a new bottle of whiskey and seven tin cups.

"No whiskey for Chris," Nathan warned sternly, earning him a glare from the leader of the seven.

Accepting his liquor with a nod, Vin walked to the pump, filled Chris's cup with water and returned to the porch. He knew Nathan's eyes were on him, making sure his instructions were carried out. His wary blue gaze flitted back and forth while he waited for the healer's attention to stray. Finally satisfied he wouldn't be caught, he poured the water away, replacing it with some of his whiskey.

The injured gunslinger watched all the while as the silent tracker did his deed. His eyes met with Vin's when the Texan handed him the cup.

"Thanks."

The whisper was meant for only the two of them and Vin dipped his head and winked.

Suddenly, all the men looked from one to the other. One more thing needed to be done, to seal the occasion.

Holding up his cup, Buck attempted a toast. "To..." he bit his lip, trying to think of appropriate words.

Six men waited, their cups poised.

"The blessed power of seven." Josiah held up his whiskey, and the others joined him.

"AMEN!" The chorus of voices echoed in the stillness of the late afternoon sunshine. The sound drifting into the sky, and heavenward.

Chris sipped his drink, his eyes finding the barn, every timber shining with caring and friendship. His chest swelled as he took a shuddering breath. His lips turned up in a smile as his friend's laughter met his ears.

"Thank you," he whispered, casting his eyes skyward. "for this brotherhood."

THREE WEEKS LATER...FOUR CORNERS

Buck Wilmington wore a wide grin as he left Potter's store with his purchase. His twinkling, devilish blue eyes searched up and down the street, and he waved to JD as the youth approached.

"Buck, did you get it?" The younger man asked as he drew alongside his mentor.

"Yeah, Kid." Buck was distracted and he slowed his pace, his eyes honed in on something in the distance.

JD followed his gaze and saw what had grabbed the rogue's attention. Vin was holding the door to the boarding house open, while Nathan and Josiah helped Chris through. The men were on either side of Larabee, his arms around their necks. He held his leg off the ground, and hopped, his teeth gritted against the pain he was obviously enduring.

Buck shook his head at the leader's stubbornness. It would have been easier to let the men carry him outside. But the proud man obviously didn't want to be seen being carried. So here he was, struggling and in pain, but he was alive. The sight that met his eyes, caused the rogue to smile widely at the thought. He raised his eyes briefly to the deep blue of the sky, in another silent prayer of thanks.

It had been a rough road for his old friend since he'd found his way back to them. His broken leg was a constant frustration to the gunslinger. The fever plagued him and it was only a week ago that the men were finally able to bring him back to town.

His gaze stayed on the men as they helped Chris into a chair. A crate was pulled forward and a pillow placed on it. Carefully Josiah positioned the splinted limb on the cushion. Buck grinned as he watched Chris slap Nathan's fussing hands away from him. He read the blond's lips and whistled at the words his mouth had formed. He chuckled, noticing Vin dip his head to hide a smirk.

The tracker sat in a vacant chair beside the blond, a silent force of protection to the prone man beside him.

The ladies man's steps faltered when he saw the pain etched on the blond's pale face. He slowed down more, giving his oldest friend time to get himself together. An audience of three was three too many as it was.

"JD, stay close..." Buck put his recent purchase behind his back, and winked at the man beside him as the youth moved in closer. The rogue noticed Ezra walking towards the boarding house and made a decision. This was as good a time as any to give Chris his gift; seeing as everyone was here.

The three men joined the other four, arriving at the same time, as though they'd been summoned.

Looking from one man to the other, Larabee's eyes narrowed slightly. "Boys..." The tentative greeting did nothing to hide his suspicion. His keen eyes hadn't missed Buck's devilish face, or the fact that the rogue had both hands behind his back.

Looking sideways at Vin, he took in the non-committal, almost innocent face. There was a hint of a twitch in the corner of the tracker's mouth, making it obvious that he knew what Buck was planning.

Moving his head to look up at Wilmington, he raised an eyebrow. "Busy?"

Puckering his lips, the rogue shook his head. "Nope."

"We were just checking on your progress." Ezra joined in.

Chris turned to the gambler and nodded slowly.

"I'm doin' fine."

The blond's eyes shot to Vin who seemed to be squirming in his seat. "You got boils now too?" His lips trembled as he tried not to smile. If his friends were gonna have fun at his expense, then he was damn well gonna have some too.

"Hell no!" Vin shot back, his eyes firing arrows at the gunslinger. He wiggled in his seat again, this time in annoyance. He didn't mind being accused of most things, but not of having boils on his butt.

"We got you something." JD blurted, unable to contain himself a second longer.

Chris raised an eyebrow again, his green eyes settling on Buck.

The rogue flashed his best smile. "Yep, we figured you needed it." He nudged JD away from him and slowly retrieved the item from behind his back.

Guffaws filled the still air, as all eyes rested on the shiny new bucket Buck was holding up proudly.

"Hell, I don't know what to say." Leaning forward to accept the offered present, Chris missed the new twinkle in the ladies man's eyes.

"We put a hole in it for you, seein' as how that's the way you like 'em."

More snorts of mirth filled the air, when the blond flicked his eyes to each of them before peering into the bucket.

Finding no hole, he tried to glare as he lifted his head, but his sense of humor betrayed him. His green eyes sparkled like emeralds and his face broke into a wide smile as he joined his friends in laughter.

Sensing a sudden change in the person beside him, Vin turned a quizzical gaze on Chris. The sparkle was still in Larabee's eyes, but now there was a wicked glint too. Folding his arms across his chest, he waited for the gunslinger's revenge to emerge.

Buck rested his arm on JD's shoulder as he peered shrewdly at Chris. He could see his friend's mind ticking over and knew a plot was hatching. "What's got your attention there, ol' buddy?"

"I was just thinking." The seven's leader shrugged.

Vin's lips twitched and he mentally braced himself.

Josiah leaned against the wall. "That's dangerous, Brother."

"Thinking about what, exactly?" Nathan asked suspiciously.

"I was thinking I might extend the cabin. Maybe build another floor or an addition."

Chris's words were met by a deafening silence. Dipping his head, Vin pulled his hat lower over his eyes, trying to hide his smile.

Reaching into his pocket, Buck retrieved his watch. "Damn is that the time? I gotta go." He waggled his eyebrows. "Got a date with Daisy." Leaning forward, he tapped Chris on the shoulder. "Take it easy, ol' buddy." Turning on his heel, he practically ran down the street.

"I gotta...go..." JD pointed behind him, his eyes darting to and fro as he thought wildly for an excuse to leave. "...to the jail. Need's tidying."

"I'll join you, Mr Dunne. My domestic abilities are still in need of improvement." Ezra tipped his hat and ran after the youth's retreating back.

"Like I said, thinking's dangerous." Josiah pushed away from the wall. "Nathan?" He raised an eyebrow at the healer, who was hovering over Chris.

"Er, yeah. I need to check my supplies. Never know when I'll need 'em." The healer looked down sternly at his patient. "Don't move from there." He turned his eyes to Vin. "Send for me when he needs to go inside."

"He's sitting right here." The patient's green glare bore into Nathan's face. "And don't hold your breath, I'm planning to stay out here for a while."

Opening his mouth to admonish the injured man, Nathan thought better of it. "See you later then." Nodding, he cast one last critical eye over Chris before leaving with Josiah.

Vin felt eyes on him and turned to find amused green orbs studying him. The blond raised an eyebrow. "How about you, Tanner?"

"Hell, I ain't got no excuse. If ya need t' expand, yer on yer own, Larabee." He cocked his head and an amused smile crossed his lips. "Reckon ya know how t' clear a room, pard."

Chuffing out a laugh, Chris turned his head and surveyed the town. An easy silence fell over the two men, as they watched Four Corners go about its business.

Vin bit his lip thoughtfully, his hand slowly moving to lay over the pocket of his coat. Turning his large eyes towards his best friend, he swallowed hard. Suddenly, he was nervous at what he was about to do.

Chris turned his head, immediately seeing the apprehensive look on the tracker's face. He sensed that Vin had something important to say, but knew the Texan would only say it when he was ready.

"Got somethin' fer ya."

Not expecting Tanner's voice so soon, the blond's startled body jolted slightly, but thankfully not enough to jar his leg. He raised his eyebrows and his face took on a questioning look, but he remained silent.

Feeling Chris's gaze on him, Vin reached carefully into his pocket and pulled out a small object wrapped clumsily in paper. He held it for a moment, his blue gaze seeming to take in every crease of the wrapping. Swallowing hard, he took a deep breath and let it out slowly. He hesitated, his hand faltering before turning to his best friend. Nothing was said as the object was given by one hand and received by another.

Chris looked at the small parcel resting in his palm, before beginning to gently pull the wrapping away. He took in a shuddering breath, his eyes immediately filling with moisture as the gift was finally revealed. Dropping the paper to the floor, two green pools of raw emotion stared down at a tiny brown cup. He turned his head to look at Vin, his voice devoid of words. His lips quivered and his moist eyes shone with gratitude.

He quickly turned away again, seeing Vin fighting his own emotions. He knew how proud the Texan was and they were sitting in the middle of Four Corners in broad daylight.

His finger traced a crack down the short length of the cup, as he fought with his tumultuous feelings. It was a perfect reminder of the last month, and how close he had come to letting go.

"Been on Potter's shelf fer a long time...it's not china." The raspy voice could hardly be heard above the sounds of the town. "...ain't worth nothin'"

Looking up at the clear blue eyes, this time Chris held Vin's gaze.

"You're right," He saw the tracker's face lose all color. Then he smiled, "It's priceless..."

Vin took a long breath and nodded once. Both men turned their attention to the small chipped brown cup. Shuddering out an emotion filled breath, Chris slowly closed his fingers around the vessel, clasping it gently but firmly in his hand.

Sitting side by side, the two friends surveyed the town, saying nothing. The warm feeling of friendship and brotherhood filled their beings, the small cup in Chris's hand a testimony to their bond.

Vin's eyes found the rooftop, where it had all begun. Lifting his gaze higher the blue sky mirrored his equally blue orbs. He felt a soft breeze on his face and his lips turned up in a warm smile. Sighing contentedly, he heard the man at his side do the same.

They were home and they were seven...just the way he liked it.