Subject: JQ: Fic: Reborn (2/2) by Renee' Forisha

Reborn
By Renee' Forisha
Her email addy is [email protected]

*If you have read anything that I've written you know I'm into the 
abnormal.  I don't write about anything that can possibly happen and my 
stories are very far-fetched.  So if you like the  
realistic-everyday-life-like stories, I wouldn't recommend my story.  
Then again, if you like the very unrealistic imagination and weirdness, 
this is your story.  It involves ghosts and multiple lives.  Written for 
lack of weird stories and stories based on Hadji, I cautiously present 
"Reborn". 
(Reborn is the meaning of my name Renee', neat huh?)*

I got this idea when I started thinking about that movie *Flatliners* 
with Julia Roberts, Kevin Bacon, and Keifer Sutherland in it.  This 
isn't exactly like that, but it has the basic idea of the movie.  Don't 
sue, I have no money.  The Quest belong to HB and I hope you like what 
I've scrapped from the bottom of my puny mind.

Disclaimer: Don't own the Quest Team or anything in relation. No money, 
no credit.
Archivers: Not without permission
Summary:  Hadji learns more about himself in this life and the previous 
ones.
Categories: A (slightly), E

Reborn
Part 2

"Hadji, look what I'm doing."  Hadji opened his eyes and saw Jessie at 
the jet's controls.  She was casually stirring the plane above the 
ocean's blue waters.  "You want to try?"  Everyone watched Hadji as he 
rubbed his eyes.

"No thanks, I can barely stay conscious as it is.  Why don't you let 
Jonny have a try?"  Jonny smiled and patted his friend's shoulder.

"Way ahead of you Hadj.  I already gave my fright for the day."  

Race nodded and said.  "He flew for ten minutes." 

"Yeah the longest ten minutes I've ever lived."  Jessie teased.  Jonny 
flashed a sarcastic grin at her and Hadji sighed.

"That's okay, I don't feel like flying right now.  How much longer until 
we hit land again?"  Jessie looked down at the gages and at her watch.

"About an hour."  He leaned back into his seat and listened to his 
family talk as he thought about Heather.  She meant so much to him.  He 
never wanted anything bad to happen to her, but the situation fell out 
of his hands.  He never felt so bad about something that he wasn't even 
sure  even happened.  He had to get to a computer, right now.

"Race."  He turned around from the front passenger seat.

"What is it Hadji?"

"Is there any way I can get to my bag right now?"  Race smiled brightly 
and stood up.

"Funny you should ask.  One of the best features of my new pet is that 
she has a secret door under every seat that leads to the storage 
department.  The only problem is you have to crawl on all fours and 
tunnel your way around under everything."  He lifted up the extra seat 
next to Hadji and opened a steel door covered by a floor mat.

"I can take it from here Race."  Race waved his hand in front of it like 
a butler's sign to enter his home.

"Be my guest."  Hadji stepped down into the tunnel.  Once inside, Race 
lowered the lid until it clicked shut.  "Hadji, I'll turn on the lights.  
Just knock when you want out okay?"  His voice was faint behind the 
thick door.  Suddenly the line of lights on both sides clicked on  
simultaneously.

Hadji crawled on all four toward the head of the plane the little bulbs 
next to him were covered by thick plastic sheets that shielded the 
burning brightness from his eyes.  The passage was surprisingly wide, 
which made it a little easier moving his arms and legs.  After a moment, 
he came up to the luggage area which was slightly wider than the tunnel 
itself.  He dug around until he found his black duffel bag sitting to 
the side.  His hand searched around inside, and he pulled out his laptop 
computer.

He plugged in a short wire connected to an antennae.  *We're far enough 
up for this to catch any internet waves.*  He thought cleverly to 
himself.  It only took a few minutes for the screen to be lit up with 
the Search box ready to go.  First he tried Newspaper Articles, but 
there were so many to chose from that category.  He looked through the 
names until he saw something called "Old Articles from 1920-1930."  He 
entered in there and it asked for country, state, and city.  USA, 
California,  Los Angeles.  [ENTER].  The screen filled with names of all 
the Los Angeles  newspapers.  He selected the first in the list just to 
pick.  He was sure all of them would have the story in it, so it didn't 
matter which one he chose.  After narrowing from categories such as 
month, and section of paper.  For the next ten minutes, he scanned his 
way from gambling horror stories to rapist and cheats until finally 
murders.

Hadji stopped scrolling down the screen when he saw her red hair.  It 
was a portrait of Heather, no doubt about it.  Her bright eyes sparkled 
next to her pale cream skin.  Next to the portrait was a picture of a 
white sheet surrounded by cops and reporting cameramen.  He glanced at 
the corner of the screen where the newspaper article date was stated: 
April 17, 1925.   In purple  writing on the bottom was "Follow up", and 
Hadji clicked on it.  There was a picture of him, well not him but 
Michael.  His hands were handcuffed behind his back.  The article stated 
that he had confessed to involuntary man slaughter and was being 
prosecuted.  The night before the trial he jumped out the window of the 
apartment Heather was killed in.  He died instantly.  Hadji closed the 
laptop and threw it into his bag without care.

As he crawled quickly back down the passage the plane shook vigorously, 
knocking him against the side.  His shoulder hit a button that he hadn't 
noticed until a small door opened up.  Writing around red lights and 
buttons told that it was the electric control panel.  He closed the door 
and made his way back to the trap door above him.  He banged on his low 
ceiling, and in seconds Jonny was standing in brighter light with his 
hand held out to him.

"Sorry Hadji, the plane had a malfunction."  Race made a snort at 
Jessie's comment.

"My baby doesn't malfunction if she's treated with respect little girl."  
Jessie rolled her eyes and moved aside so her father could take the 
controls.  

Everyone got situated in their seats and the ride fell silent again.  In 
the back of the plane, Dr. Quest was finishing up reading the book he 
grabbed just before they left.  Having Hadji missing that morning scared 
him beyond words, but what troubled him most was Hadji's attitude before 
and after the disappearance.  The book was focused on the mind and 
spirit of the body.  He usually laughed at corny stuff like that, but he 
had a gut feeling that Hadji's problems were deeper than just physical.  
No, it was much deeper than that.  So far the book contained nothing 
that suggested why Hadji was the way he was.  That was until he saw the 
chapter of death and life.  Multiple lives that are waken by death.  
Hadji was officially dead for five minutes.  The book clamed that unless 
the person is at peace with their past lives, they would be haunted by 
themselves until some go insane, others commit suicide.  He sat the book 
down and looked at the
 back of Hadji's seat.  He was going to have to keep an eye on him until 
they can have a long and serious talk.

They arrived at the palace's landing area they had made especially for 
their king's visits.  Neela was with a young woman who stood to her 
left.  She seemed shy, but confident of her family.  She had black hair 
and dark skin that the sun kissed.  The Quest team stepped out of the 
aircraft and headed inside as the servants collected the luggage and 
took their coats.

"Hadji my son, it is great to have you back home again."  Neela gave him 
a warm hug that he usually would have greeted with an equally caring 
gesture, but he wasn't himself that day.  They all walked inside, and as 
the door closed behind them, Hadji suddenly felt trapped.  He shook the 
thought away and turned to his mother's new companion.  The girl that 
stood next to Neela when they first arrived now sat on a bench along the 
hallway's wall.

"Is there someone that you forgot to introduce me to mother?"  She 
smiled down at Hadji.

"I would like you to meet your cousin Mahana."  The girl stood up and 
made a slight bow.  "I was married into the royal family when I met your 
father Hadji, but my sister married a farmer in an other part of 
Bangalor.  This is her daughter, my niece, and your two year younger 
cousin."  Hadji held out a hand to her, and she smiled as she laid her's 
on top.  He kissed the top of her hand and looked up at her face.  A red 
line went from the bottom of her ear to the other.  He shook his head 
and looked again, only the cut was gone.

"It's nice to finally meet you."  Her voice was very melodic and a chill 
ran down his spine when he pictured her lips mouthing 'Why?'

"Why don't all of you rest your eyes for awhile and unpack.  Then we 
will have a large dinner tonight.  How does that sound?"  Neela's eyes 
scanned their faces and she was greeted with approval.  "Good.  Dinner 
will be served in three hours."  Everyone went toward their rooms 
knowing where they were from all the visits.


An hour later Hadji rolled back and forth across his mattress.  He had 
taken a nap, and the dream was overwhelming.   He was standing between 
two full size mirrors, each with a different angle view of himself.  
They soon changed.  One had the image of Warstar and the other of 
Michael.  

"Hadji, we have so much fun with the girls.  Why not teach them how a 
real man is like?"  Warstar's grin grew with every word he spoke.

"Don't do it Hadji.  Because of our ignorance we lost the only love in 
my era.  Heather didn't do anything wrong.  It was Allen's jealousy that 
destroyed me, and made me make the greatest mistake for all of us."  
Michael was pleading.

"Shut up both of you!"  Hadji rubbed his head and it felt as if he was 
physically being ripped in half.

"Come with me Hadji.  We will rule this century with an iron fist, and 
we'll make enough sons to last us another three life times."  Hadji 
turned to Michael who was glaring at Warstar.

"Don't listen to him Hadji.  Think about Heather.  You know what to do."  
Hadji looked at them both, turned away, and then started to walk away.

"Where are you going?"  Warstar called out.

"I'm going to do what I want.  It's my turn now."  Warstar smiled to 
himself because he knew what he could do to Hadji, and now was the time.  
The cloudy surroundings were the last thing Hadji remembered seeing.


"Come in."  Jessie had just gotten dressed from taking a shower.  She 
was combing her wet hair back when Hadji knocked on her door.  He walked 
in and she turned around and smiled.  "What can I do..for...you?"  He 
seemed different.  He wasn't like himself.  She went to scream, but he 
had already knocked her unconscious.


The night sky was young and the sun was barely covered by the mountains 
over behind the palace.  Mahana walked along the fountains and exotic 
plants that decorated the palace grounds.  Dinner was going to start 
soon and she was expected to get along with her cousin so her mother 
wouldn't feel guilty if she should ever need his help.  If they are 
friends now, Hadji wouldn't mind doing generous favors for his family.  
Sometimes Mahana didn't understand the way her parents thought.  She 
turned and started for the palace's back entrance when she saw Hadji 
leaning against the doorway with his arms folded across his chest.  She 
had only met him once, but she knew instantly that there was something 
wrong.

"Hadji, I didn't realize that you were out here."  He smiled down at her 
and walked forward.

"I have had the tendency to do that to a lot of people recently."  He 
glanced around them, then to her.  "Would you like to see something?"  
She shrugged.

"I guess so."  He pointed off to their side and she followed with her 
gaze.  When she was looking, the world spun around her, and she fell to 
the ground.


"I don't understand why the kids are running late."  Benton commented as 
he sat between Race and Jonny across from Neela.  Three empty seats sat 
around them.

"Yeah, if anyone would be running late I would have bet money that it 
would be Jonny here."  Jonny glared at Race who responded with a sly 
smile.

"Ha Ha Race.  If you want, I could go see if maybe they-"  There was a 
loud bang and a skinny man with the servant uniform on, ran inside the 
room breathing deep and hard.

"Mr. Bannon, you asked for us to keep tabs on your aircraft.  Sir, it 
has just been stolen."

"What!!"


*What?*  Jessie rolled her head back and forth until she was slowly 
sliding back into consciousness.  Her neck was tender and she realized 
she couldn't move her limbs.  Her hands and feet were tied together and 
linked to the chain that held Mahana's ankles together also.  They were 
sitting on the floor of Race's new plane, facing each other.  Mahana was 
just waking up as Jessie glanced around the seat in front of her and saw 
Hadji at the controls.  They were rocking fiercely and she could tell he 
had no idea how to fly.  "You're going to get us all killed Hadji.  Let 
me go and let me fly."

"Silence!  I need the help of no woman."  That surprised Jessie to see 
Hadji acting so strange.  Something was definitely up.

"Hadji, could you take these chains off?  What is wrong with you?"  
Jessie called out to him as he moved back and forth.

"What do I do?  What do I do?"  At first Jessie thought he was asking 
her, then she realized the question was to himself.  "Ah yes, of 
course."  The plane jerked forward and was steadily in flight.  He had 
found the auto button.  He turned to the girls with the same insane look 
in his eyes
 that they saw shortly before being knocked out.

"Hadji, is there something wrong?  Did I do something to upset you in 
any way?"  Mahana asked.  Her eyes were wide with fright, and she moved 
her arms around behind her back trying to pull free.

"It's no use.  You can never escape me."  He kneeled down facing Mahana 
with Jessie behind him.  "I have plans for you my dear."  He went to 
stand up but Jessie kicked him in the knee sending him face first onto 
the ground.  With cat-like reflexes he rolled and jumped up.  He ran 
toward her with his hand drawn back.  She flinched for impact, but he 
stopped just before slapping her.  His eyes grew large and hurt.  He 
kneeled down in front of her with his hands out.

"Heather my love?  It's me, Michael."  His voice was soft and worried.  
"You're not dead.  I'm so sorry for what happened.  I lost my temper, 
and I never meant to hurt you.  I couldn't live with myself after what 
happened."  Jessie studied his face.  There was so much pain in his 
eyes, she couldn't get the courage to tell him she wasn't Heather.

"It's okay.  I promise to forgive you if you release us."  He looked 
back at Mahana and then to her.  

"He won't let me.  I'll let you go."  He unlocked the chains from her 
wrist and then her ankles.  Just as she stood up she grabbed the keys 
from his hands and pushed him to the side.  She was frantically trying 
to unlock the chains from Mahana, but an iron fist sent her flying back 
against the wall.

"Woman!  How dare you try my patience."  His voice was once again strong 
and fierce.  

"No, don't hurt her."  Hadji said to himself with the same soft tone he 
addressed Jessie with.  Michael and Warstar were fighting for control of 
Hadji's body as Hadji was pushed farther and farther away.  Warstar took 
control once again and looked over at Mahana.  A red line went across
 her neck with blood dripping down her chest.

"Stop it, stop it, stop it!"  He ran to her and held her with a death 
grip around the throat.  He wanted to make the bleeding stop, but he was 
strangling her in the process.  Gasping for air she kicked but was 
unsuccessful being chained up.  Jessie jumped up and kicked him across 
the
 face.  Mahana took a deep breath as Jessie started to unchain her 
again.

Michael took control from Warstar and watched Jessie as she threw the 
chains to the side.  He could see blood sliding from her temple.  (Keep 
in mind that what he sees isn't actually happening.  Confusing?  Sorry.)  
He screamed out in agony and covered his eyes refusing to see the blood.  
The girls ran to the controls and Jessie took it off of auto-pilot . 
Just as she finished telling the plane where to go she was hit in the 
back.  Before she fell, she pushed the enter button, and the plane made 
a large U-turn back to the palace.  Hadji stood over her breathing hard.  
He fell
 slightly forward when Mahana jumped on his back and started punching 
him in the back of the neck.  A phone rang, but they were too involved 
in the fight to notice.

Jessie crawled past the two and headed for one of the back seats.  She 
lifted it up and opened the trap door that Hadji had used to get into 
the luggage.  "Mahana, over here!"

Mahana put her hands against the wall and used all her strength to push 
Hadji to the hole with her legs.  He stumbled forward and landed right 
next to Jessie who rolled him in.  He landed inside with a loud thump 
and the door slammed above him.  The girls were shaking terribly.  What 
scared Jessie the most was the thought of the most trusting person she 
knew had gone insane.

"Did you hear how he was talking to himself and referring to himself as 
Michael?"  Mahana nodded.  Everything had happened so fast that her 
heart was using that time to beat ceaselessly.  "I don't know what could 
have made him act like that.  Ever since the accident he has been like a
 different person.  Maybe it was the accident that made him-"  

The plane jerked to the side and the girls were barely able to keep 
their balance as they started to make a nose dive toward the earth.  
They stood at the cockpit watching the buttons flash.

"What's happening Jessica?"

"I don't know.  It looks like Hadji found a way to cut off the 
auto-pilot."

"Can you actually fly this thing?"

"Yes, but without the computer's help landing is going to be pretty 
rough."  She took the stick, and the plane made a growling sound as it 
pulled back up.

"Just get us landed and alive."  Jessie made a weak smile.

"I'll try."


"Which way did my plane go?"  The servant pointed southwest.  Jonny came 
outside with Race's phone.

"I've got it Race.  What is the number to the pilot phone?"  Race told 
him and Jonny dialed it in.  It rang seven times before he gave up and 
put the phone down.  "I can't get anyone."

Benton ran up calling to them and breathing hard.  "I haven't told you 
two about my theory on Hadji.  I was afraid you would call me crazy."

"What theory?  What are you talking about Doc?"

"Well Race, since the accident I had noticed that Hadji hadn't been the 
same so I read up on the subject.  I think that Hadji's death for those 
few minutes had waken the spirits of his past life or lives, and he is 
struggling to keep control of his body."  Race looked at his friend as 
if the stress had been too much.

"Sure Doc.  Why don't you go take a nap, and Jonny and me will worry 
about the kids okay?"

"Race, I'm not crazy.  You're no longer dealing with Hadji.  If Hadji 
doesn't fight them back and take charge, we will lose him."


Jessie looked through the windshield and was able to make out a large 
scene of lights a few miles ahead.  "There it is."

"Can you land us?"  She shook her head.

"I can't see the landing area.  If only there was a sign."  There was a 
ring to their right, and Mahana answered it.  She patted Jessie's 
shoulder as she talked.

"Okay thank you."  She hung up and sat next to Jessica.  "Jonny said 
that he'll give us a sign."  Jessie sighed with a smile.

"I'm afraid to ask."


"Race help me with this."  He walked up to Jonny who had two sets of 
light signals in his hands, and he handed them to Race.   "Put one on 
each corner, and I'll make an "X"."
The plane was heard moments later and seen soon after.  The rest of the 
Quest team stood to the side of the landing area watching the aircraft 
come down with great ease.  Race smiled up at the plane as it landed 
perfectly in the middle of Jonny's marked spot.  The engine was cut, and 
they ran up to the door that was sliding open.

"Jessica, Mahana, are you two all right?"  Benton called inside. Jessie 
and Mahana walked out with worried looks on their faces.

"Doctor Quest, what's happened to Hadji?  He keeps calling himself 
Michael and he called me Heather."  Jessie led them inside.

"I think it has to do with the accident."  It was the only thing he 
could think of because Race and Jonny had already showed that they 
didn't believe him, and he didn't want Jessie to do the same.  He just 
wanted to see Hadji and try to do his best to figure out what had gone 
wrong.  "Where is he?"

Jessie showed them to the trap door and they looked inside.  Hadji was  
laying face down on the ground.  His hands were curled under his chest 
with his fingers wrapped around his shoulders.  His deep breath echoed 
in the tunnel, and everyone was happy to hear that much.
 *********************

"Mahana it's your mother."  She ran up to the servant and picked up the 
receiver.  Hadji was now on a stretcher and being airlifted home.   

"Yes mother?  No I'm fine.  It just looks like cousin Hadji is going to 
owe me favors for a long time.  No he's doing good.  They think he has 
cured himself of whatever happened.  We found him meditating in the 
plane.  Doctor Quest thinks he'll be fine.  No he hasn't waken yet, but 
he does seem a lot calmer.  No, they're going to take him back to Maine.  
Neela is going to see him next month.  Yes I'm fine mother, quit asking.  
Okay I love you too.  Oh and Mother, remind me not to do you any more 
favors."  She hung up the phone and waved to the plane as it flew away.

 *********************

"How did you get control back?"  The entire Quest team sat in a circle 
in the living room talking to Hadji.  Ever since he woke up two days 
after the incident on the plane, everyone's been full of questions.

"Well, when Warstar looked for the auto-pilot I told him where it was at 
so he wouldn't crash and kill us all.  After that I lost control for 
good.  I saw and felt the fight, but I couldn't react. When I saw that I 
had cut the computers off I was able to slam my head against the wall 
and  knock myself unconscious."

"Why did you do that?"  Jonny asked.

"Because he had to take on the spirits in their world because in his, he 
was powerless."  Benton answered for Hadji who seemed impress.

"That's right Dr. Quest.  So I settled their problems there.  I told 
Michael that Heather was dead, and he could see her if he moved on.  
Warstar was a little more difficult to manage.  I told him that his son 
grew up to be a great leader and carried on his name.  Michael really 
did love Heather, and it was a shame that it turned out the way it did.  
Then again, Warstar may not have been a good person, but he was very 
strong willed and got his way.  I guess that makes me respect him.  From 
a certain point of view."

"Is that true about Warstar's son carrying on his name?"

"I don't know Race, but it worked."  Everyone laughed as the doorbell 
rang.  Jonny ran to answer it as Jessie asked a question.

"That answers everything but where you were the night before we left."  
Hadji thought for a while.  He only remembered waking in his car by the 
park.

"I don't really know.  Where would a ninetieth century Indian go in 
Maine in the middle of the night?"  Jonny walked into the room with 
Hadji's cell phone in his hand and a grin on his face.  

"They found your phone Hadji."  He laid it in Hadji's hand and took the 
seat next to him.

"Where was it at?"  Jonny grinned at his brother.

"You don't want to know."


 The End