Radclyffe - Honor Guards

There was no mention of any attempt on Blair's life.

As the litany of destruction and devastation continued, the air in the room reverberated with the sound of Stark's uneven breathing and Davis's muffled moans of disbelief. Speechless with shock and horror, Blair stared at the screen while Cam's mind rebelled at the thought that such a huge-scale, coordinated attack could have been planned and executed within their own borders. Why didn 't we know this was coming?

Finally, Cam broke the silence that had overtaken the group. "Blair, I think perhaps Davis and Stark could do with some food. You, too."

"What about you?" Blair didn't see any purpose in pointing out that Cam was white as a sheet and that smudges of pain and fatigue rimmed her eyes. She was certain that her lover felt every bit as bad as she looked. She just wouldn't acknowledge it, even to herself.

"I need to establish a secure connection, if I can, to DC."

"You won't be any use to me in a crisis situation if you're too weak or ill to think, let alone fight." Blair moved closer, out of earshot of Felicia and Stark, both of whom still sat on the sofa, their attention riveted to the news broadcast. "You look like hell. We don't know how long we might be here. We don't know how long it might be until we get a relief team. We all need a meal, showers, and fresh clothes. Plus, I want Tanner to get a doctor out here." When Cam started to protest, Blair shook her head sharply. "I'm sure she can handle it discreetly. I'm not backing down on this, Cameron."

"I..." Cam's brows furrowed as her phone vibrated. She glanced down, but didn't recognize the number on the readout. She flicked it open and said curtly, "Roberts. Yes, sir." She held out the phone to Blair. "Your father. Two minutes, sweetheart. That's all we can risk."

"Daddy?" Blair said quickly. "Are you okay?...No, I'm fine. No, really. Are you sure you 're all right?" Blair glanced at Cam, who checked her watch and nodded to go ahead. "I'm perfectly safe, but I think you should talk to her. Be careful. I love you."

"Sir," Cam said sharply. "I believe we are secure. At the present time, it's my opinion that no one should be advised of our location. I prefer to brief you myself, sir, as soon as the situation is contained." She listened intently, then nodded. "Yes sir, that should be fine. Thank you."

Cam severed the connection, then said quietly, "We're here for twenty-four hours. That should give the CIA, the NSC, and the FBI time to construct an initial ongoing threat assessment. Until then, we're safer here than anywhere else. Are you okay with that?"

"Yes. I'd like to be with my father, but I suppose that's not possible right now." Blair struggled to keep the fear from her voice. "You really think he's all right?"

"Yes," Cam replied, sliding her arm around Blair's waist and kissing her temple. "If they'd been able to bring off an attempt on him, they would have. They tried for you instead."

Blair heard the bitterness and saw the anguish in Cam's eyes "You can't possibly think that any part of that was your fault."

Cam looked away.

"Cam," Blair said, resting her palm against Cam's chest. "No."

"Foster was my man," Cam said. And he came within seconds of killing you today.

Before Blair could protest further, Tanner walked into the room.

"I'll show you to your rooms, and then when you're settled, May has set out a buffet in the dining room. Just help yourselves." She balled her fists into the pockets of her khakis and rocked slightly on the balls of her feet. She looked from Blair to Cam. "Do you have any idea what's going on?"

"No," Cam said quietly. "No more than what's on the television."

Tanner sighed. "I got a ten-second call this morning from Adrienne..." She looked at Cam. "My lover—Adrienne Pierce. She's a navy captain stationed nearby, and she said they'd been ordered to lockdown and that she didn't know when she might call again. That's the last I heard."

Cam saw the distress in the other woman's eyes and sympathized. The same story, she was sure, was being repeated across the country, and nowhere more so than up and down the Northeast corridor. The lines of communication were in chaos, and no one could be certain that the attacks were over. Although her main priority remained Blair's safety, she could appreciate the anxiety and frustration of not knowing the status of friends and loved ones and having no way to reach them. "When and if I know anything that I can disclose, I'll tell you."

As she straightened, Tanner's expression became one of resolve. "Of course. Please, let me get you all settled."

Blair watched silently as the doctor examined Cam. "She had a serious head injury not more than six weeks ago. She was unconscious then and probably shouldn't even have returned to duty as quickly as she did."

"Did you have a CAT scan performed?" the slender, blond man inquired as he studied Cam's retina with an ophthalmoscope.

"Yes. It was normal."

"No evidence of cerebral edema or bleeding?"

Blair's stomach tightened and her mouth went dry. "What? Why? Did you find something wrong?"

Dr. Anthony Wade turned with an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry. Just routine questions. Everything seems fine thus far."

"Oh." Blair couldn't keep the relief from her voice. "What about the...bullet wound?"

"You did a good job with the first aid. Most of it is within the scalp, and although I could suture it, at this point there's a lower risk of infection if I don't." He gave Cam a reproachful look. "As long as you take it easy and don't get banged around any more, you should be fine."

"Thank you," Cam replied dryly. "What about my agent, Paula Stark?" Over Blair's objections, she'd insisted that he examine Stark before looking at her.

"I wanted her to immobilize her right arm, just to reduce the pain. The wound itself penetrated just to the fascial level but didn't violate the muscular compartment. I Steri-Stripped it closed, but it won't hold if she gets into any kind of physical altercation."

"Hopefully, that won't be necessary."

The doctor grimaced. "She also informed me that she couldn't immobilize her weapon arm, so she very politely declined to follow my instructions."

A smile quirked the corner of Cam's mouth as Blair made a disgusted sound. "I'll see that she gets as much rest as possible."

With a sigh, the doctor packed up his equipment. He glanced from Cam to the president's daughter. "Unfortunately, I don't think that's going to be possible for anyone for a while, is it?"

Cam said nothing. There was nothing she could say that would make the truth any more bearable.

1854 11 September 2001;

The president has returned on board helicopter Marine One to the White House.

"Stark," Cam said quietly. "I'll need you on the first shift in the morning. Go get some sleep."

"I'm fine, Commander. You don't have enough people for perimeter patrol without me."

"Our perimeter is secure on three sides unless there is an ocean approach, and we'll hear that coming in plenty of time. Davis and I will cover the front."

Stark looked as if she was about to protest further, but Cam turned and walked into the other room where Davis waited, giving her no opportunity to object.

"Paula," Blair said gently, "you do need to get some rest."

Stark sat forward on the sofa, her elbows on her knees, and cradled her head in her hands. She stared at the floor, and when she spoke, her voice was thick with pain. "I'm afraid Renee is dead." She raised anguished eyes to Blair's. "God. All those people."

"You can't think that." Swiftly, Blair rose from the chair where she had been pretending to read the newspaper and crossed to the sofa. Without conscious thought, she slipped her arm around Stark's waist. "She's an FBI agent stationed at the epicenter of a terrorist attack. You know her—she's going to be working nonstop for days. Plus, it's got to be chaos there, and who knows what the communication situation is like. There's no way she would have been able to call you, even if she could find a free minute to do it."