DIANA'S SUBJECT OF AFFECTION by Valerie

Attempt at disclaimer: None of the bellow or previous characters belong 
to me unless you've never heard of them before. All others belong to 
Universal studios and the creators, writers and directors of the tv show 
ROAR. Hope that's good enough!
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O.k. just a note that this story is out of context of the original realm 
of the Show Roar and has no relation to WHO ART THEE CONOR? 
Takes place before the Spear of Destiny Ep would have if it had been 
in the same context. So Longinus is not yet crazily searching revenge 
over his god and everyone else.
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        Catlin sat on a branch in a tree bordering the sanctuary's stream.
It had been almost a year since Conor had saved her from the Roman 
soldiers that had been chasing her. She smiled to herself remembering 
the time he had bought her a bouquet of Flowers after the whole 
incident with the scroll that had been personally hand written by her 
God. The secret still remained in his heart... She sighed and her mind 
filled with simple moments when she was in Conor's presence. They 
were platonic moments and conversations, but they warmed her heart 
like nothing she had ever known.
        Through the crack in the sanctuary top, the sun's rays entered 
and brightened their hidden home. The light bounced off the water's 
surface causing mystical silvery ripples of peaceful disturbance.
        The sound of clashing rocks came to Catlin's attention. She 
adjusted her position on the branch and waited curiously to see who 
or what was making the noise that was ruining her thoughts. 
*Conor!* She withheld a gasp by clasping a hand over her mouth. He 
was walking towards the stream not to far from where she was 
perched. She slowly removed her hand from her mouth as she had 
her surprise under control. Her eyes lingered on him as he went
up to the edge of the water right below her. He stretched out his arms 
and sighed. Catlin watched silently. He always kept her in awe. No 
matter what he did amazed and interested her. Conor crouched down 
and picked up a few flat stones. He got up again and began to chuck 
them into the stream. Catlin smiled as the little stone skipped on 
the surface of the water then disappear below it. She had never seen 
such a thing. "Where did you learn to do that?" She asked suddenly.
        Conor who was in the middle of throwing a stone turned around 
in surprise at the voice, and slipped. He regained his footing and
looked around for the person from which the voice had originated 
from. 
        Catlin came down from the tree. 
        "Catlin! What were you doing up there?" He asked still surprised.
        She haunched, "Relaxing."
        Conor smiled curiously, "Do you always relax in trees?"
        Catlin returned the smile, "Not always. So who taught you to 
throw stones that way?"
        "My Da." He answered softly.
        Catlin feared that she had awaken the terrible memories of his
families murder and the pain that had birthed from their absences. But 
her fear was soon appeased when a tentative smile came across Conor's 
face.
        "I used to take these walks with my Da when I was a small boy.
Usually because he wanted to talk to me. We'd always and up by this 
lake and we'd pick up stones and try to skip them..." He raised his 
eyes and met hers. Sadness reflecting in his eyes but it quickly faded. 
"Here, try it." He handed Catlin one of the flatter stones he had in his 
hands.
        Catlin grinned and turned to the stream to toss it. the small rock
immediately sunk to the bottom. 
        Conor laughed and handed her another stone, "Try again."
        Catlin took the stone and tried to imitate him as he tossed a stone
in demonstration. She smiled happily as her stone skipped a few times 
over the water's surface before it sunk.
        "Conor! The Roman's are attacking King Arlen's Fort!" Tully 
informed as he ran towards them. 
        Catlin and Conor turned to him. 
        "Get everyone ready. Where's Fergus?" Conor asked making his 
way back towards the central area of the sanctuary.
        "He's fishing,"
        "Get him." Conor ordered as they entered the clearing, "Catlin 
round up the fighters. I want everyone outside and ready."
        Catlin nodded and watched as he proceeded towards his hut.


        Fergus roared and swung his sword at a Roman soldier, "That's for
interuptin' my fishin'!" He said angrily. He looked up around at all the
fighting. Then someone caught their eye, "Conor! It's Diana!"
        Conor swung around at Fergus'call. Diana was here? He glanced 
around and found the Roman Queen sitting on her elaborately decorated 
horse. Her steady gaze rested on him. Conor made his way towards her. 
He pushed through the crowd of fighters. He parried a threatening sword 
and kicked the soldier owning it. He continued on his path towards the 
Roman Queen.
        Diana smiled lightly as she watched the young man heading towards
her and what a fine man he was! Those strong sleek thighs in those
wonderfully snug leather pants... Diana exhaled a slow ragged breath. 
        Conor reached her and lowered his sword, "Only two guards 
Diana?"
        The Roman Queen smiled and battered her eye lashes, "Of coarse. 
Why should I have anything to fear? You wouldn't hurt me." She said 
confidently.
        In one swift motion, Conor leaped to her horse's side and yanking
it's rider off, and threw her to the ground.
        Her two honor guards immediately dismounted to dislodge this 
celtic boy who held his sword to their mistress' throat. "No! Get back 
on your horses!" She ordered sternly. She lifted a hand to touch Conor's 
face, "I love an aggressive man..." 
                Conor twitched uncomfortably at her touch. What was going 
on here?
        Diana grabbed the scruff of Conor's neck and forced his lips down
upon hers. 
        Conor's eyes widened in shock. He tried to pull away and found the
Roman Queen to be rather strong. 
        Diana released him sighing. Her tongue passed over her lips to saver
the sweet taste of him.
        The young man scrambled to his feet a little disoriented. His eyes
lingered on her in confusion, "What do you think your doing?!"
        Diana smiled innocently from her sprawled position on the ground,
"Conor you're a Prince, soon to be King. I'm a Queen. We're both very
powerful..." She pushed herself to her knees and deliberately crawled
sensuously towards the young Prince, "Think of what we can do 
together!"
        Conor took a step back, "I don't think we'd make a good couple,
Diana. You want to break this land, and I won't let you."
        "Every relationship has it's faults." She answered simply. She got
to her feet and whispered softly in his ear, "Come with me Conor... Let 
us move the mountains..."
        The young leader jumped at the familiar words. *The Poets are 
right Conor. Love can move mountains!* His father's words at Aiden's 
wedding celebration. The night when his life would be forever changed. 
Conor backed away and raised his sword towards her, "Are you 
prepared to die your Highness?"
        A smile curved about her blood red lips, "Kill me?" She laughed in
amusement, "You can't kill me. You see Conor," She touched the tip of 
his sword with a long slender finger, "You are quite the gentleman 
despite this pitifully primitive sort of life you have been exposed to." 
Her finger ran along the sharp edge of his sword.
        The young man knew that he should have gotten back to the fight, 
to his friends, but for some odd reason he couldn't. She seemed to be 
holding onto his gaze, and from the look in her eyes, she wasn't about 
to set him free. Free... He adjusted his grip on the hilt of his sword and 
pushed the tip to her chest.
        Diana was a little surprised. Had she been wrong about this man?
Would he infact kill her? No, it wasn't who he was. She smiled, then
suddenly his sword moved in silver flash. Her lips slid apart in shock. 
The top left strap of her dress had been severed, causing the corner of 
her dress to peel back and exposed her bare skin. She turned to Conor 
with frustration, "Do you know how much this dress cost me!?!!" She 
exclaimed loudly, "But no matter. You, and only you Conor, I will 
allow to tear, cut or rip off my clothes..." She took the blade of the 
sword he pointed at her, and brought the cold steel to her lips. She 
gently planted a kiss on his weapon, her eyes never once unlocking 
with his. "We will meet again... Very soon Conor..." She said as she 
unwillingly backed away from him. Sighing, she turned and mounted 
her horse. With a nod of her head, her Honor guards and herself, turned 
and galloped away.
        Conor watched her go. His mind was like a foggy tempest. 
Nothing made any sense. The fight! He had to get back to the others! 
The young man turned on his heels and ran back towards the mingled 
groups of sweat and bloody bodies. 


       Conor was sitting pensively around a small camp fire a mug in 
his hands. Catlin stared at him a minute then went over to him. "What 
are you thinking about Conor?" She asked taking a seat.
        Conor blushed as he caught himself thinking of Diana. "Nothing." 
He answered quick enough to arise Catlin's suspicions.
        "Come on Conor tell us!" Fergus encouraged as he too came to 
join him. "Maybe then we'll figure out why you were talking to Diana 
while the rest of us were risking our hides in a fight you were leading."
        Conor looked up at him, "I apologized for that already! I 
thought I could get rid of Diana and rid ourselves of this blasted war."
        "If that's the case, then what happened?"
        Conor haunched, "Something..." He felt the heat rise to his cheeks
and he stood up, "I'll see you all later."
        Catlin and Fergus watched as the young man made his way up the 
stone steps leading to the outside world.
        Catlin looked at Fergus, "Do you think Diana threatened him or
something?" 
        Fergus twisted his mustache between his forefinger and his thumb
thinking. "I don't think so." The picture of Conor lying on top of The 
Roman Queen intrigued him and he wondered what words the two had 
exchanged. Even from the distance that he was away from them he had 
easily seen the movements of Diana's lips. He was always keeping a 
close eye out for Conor, he owed that much to King Derek.
        He joined Catlin as she looked up to the ledge, near the very top 
of the sanctuary, where the young leader had parked himself. Both 
sighed.
        "Conor needs a woman." Fergus said mostly to himself.
        Catlin glared at him, "A woman is not the answer to everything 
Fergus!"

        Conor watched the people walking around below, the kids 
playing by the stream and Fergus and Catlin curiously watching him. 
Diana... For some reason he couldn't get her out of his mind!!! It 
confused him. Why in the world would his thoughts linger on her so 
much? She was nothing! She practically is the one who murdered his 
family! And here he was thinking about her. She smelled so good... 
For a Roman woman... He fought a smile that tickled his lips. Sure 
she had different beliefs, in fact she believed in the same God as 
Catlin. Sure they were fighting on opposite sides but that doesn't 
make either of them evil. He sighed remembering her warm clean
fingers on his skin.
        The young man got to his feet decidedly. He quickly made 
his way down to the sanctuary floor and went to Fergus and Catlin, 
"I've got something to do. Don't wait up!" He declared and marched 
away.
        Fergus and Catlin sat there stunned. Their leader had simply blurted
out that he had something to do and marched off before neither of them 
could pose any questions. 


To be con't
End Part 3