I don't know, Ranma doesn't have much in common with 
Specter(the movie staring Robert Culp) but when I thought of how to fit 
the two together I wound up writing this.  I seriously doubt I'll ever 
do much more with it.  And of course looking it over, it also occured 
to me that a story could have been done casting Ranma as Sebastion, 
Ryouga as Ham, Nabiki as Jeffery Sion, Akane as Annitra Sion and Kasumi 
as Mitri Sion.  Ah well.
Anyways:


	Akane sat in the back of the cab thinking of where she was 
heading.  Who she was heading toward. "Ranma."
	She reached into her purse and pulled out his telegram again.  
'What's wrong?' she thought to herself.
	"Here we are."
Akane looked out the window at the mansion Ranma now called home.  
'I'll have to ask him how he afforded that.'  She thought as she paid 
the driver.  'Of course American cabs are cheap, maybe the houses are 
too.'  Dragging her three suitcases up the stairs she set one down so 
she could ring the doorbell.

	In a small room a dark haired woman sat before a small table 
chanting.  On the table sat a golden goblet, a brass brazier, several 
candels and several bowls of powders from which she periodically took a 
pinch to add to the dark liquid in the chalice.  A bell rang, which she 
ignored to continue the chant and sprinkle rose pettles into the 
brazier where they immediately caught flame.  Bringing her hands 
together before her face, she closed her eyes and exhaled as the hands 
drifted down to the table.  The bell rang again.  With a slight smile 
she commented, "Yes Akane Tendo, I am ready for you now."  She picked 
up a small pair of scisors, and conceiling them in her hand she walked 
out the doorway into the hall.

	"Thanks, I thought the doorbell might be broken."  Akane 
commented as she walked in.
	As she set down her bags, the woman stepped behind her and 
sniped a small amount of her hair.
	 "HEY!" Akane reacted, spinning fists clenched.  The target of 
her anger stood there with a bemused smile on her face, holding the 
scisors and few strands of hair up for scruteny.
	"Mr. Saotome is expecting you, right through there."  She said 
pointing to a door at the end of the hallway.  She calmly turned and 
walked into another room.
	Frowning slightly, Akane walked through the double doors into a 
large room.  It was mostly decerated in shades of white: white 
carpeting, and the base of both the fireplace and the mini kitchen.
	Sitting in a far corner of the room was Ranma.  He was wearing 
grey slacks and a black longsleve turtleneck shirt, but his black hair 
tied in a ponytail was the same.
	"Ranma."  Akane called to him.
	Not bothering to look up from the spread of Tarot cards he was 
studying Ranma raised his hand and gave a quick wave.
	With an exascerbated sigh Akane gave a fast return wave as she 
turned to look around the room once again.  There were several 
flowering plants, none of them roses.  "You certainly seem to have done 
very well for yourself, I certainly hope you haven't adapted the secret 
Saotome techniques back to their source."
	Ranma stood up and walked to a cupboard out of which he pulled 
a small bottle of Sake.  "Would you care for a drink?"
	With a nod Akane responded, "I'm here because I got your 
telegram."  Reaching into her purse she pulled it out.  "You did send 
it didn't you? 'I need you' signed Ranma Saotome.  Three words and I 
race halfway around the world, and why?"  She leaned closer to him.  
"Because I know your ego.  For you to admit you need anyone must mean 
your in desperate trouble."
	"We've both had our problems since, was it six years ago?"
	"I haven't done badly."  Akane thought of her time in medical 
school, and her current internship.  "And there's still times when I 
can't believe that you could actually become a scholar pursuing his 
PHD."
	"I heard about your problems with the doctors.  Did you have to 
break that guy's arm?"
	Akane scowled.  "That jerk was worse than Kuno."
	"I want you to go with me to England."
	"No.  If that's it than I'm sorry I wasted a trip!"  She turned 
and began to stride angrily to the door.
	"Akane!"  Ranma proclaimed as he walked around the kitchenet, 
pulling at the bottom of his shirt.
	Akane turned angrily toward him.
	"The telegram was true.  I do need you," Ranma calmly said as 
he griped the bottom of his shirt and pulled it up revealing his chest.
	Akane's angry comments vanished from her mind as she stepped 
foreward to look at a circular scar over Ranma's heart.  'approximately 
six centimeters in diameter.'  She gently probed it.  "This is not 
normal scar tissue."
	"No it's not."  Ranma walked to a table and picked up a large 
envelope.  "My heart was made to stop beating."
	"Made to stop?"
"I was revived by Lilith who you've met.  She brought me back, saved my 
life."  Opening the envelope Ranma pulled out two chest X-rays.  
Holding one of them up to the light, he indicated a section to Akane.  
"See here where the heart is distended, like there was some foreign 
object pushed into it?"
	Akane nodded.  "But there isn't anything there.
	"No, because it isn't there."  He turned and began to walk 
away.  Then he turned back.  "It's in a doll."
	Akane turned to look at him.
	"The problem is I can't find the doll.  I'll live.  For a few 
years."  He sat on the mini steps by the kitchenet.  "If I sit. Right 
here.  No excitement, no challenges, no women.  No Martial Arts."
	"You really should be seeing a specialist about this."
	"I have.  But what I need is someone who knows me, who can keep 
me from pushing myself too far."
	Akane looked at the floor a moment.  "The hospital's thinking 
of terminating my internship, and they've got reason.  I'm seeing a 
therapist, and I'm getting my temper under control, but we're too used 
to fighting.  If I loose it with you..."
	"The problem is being corrected by Lilith."  The doorbell rang. 
 "That'll be the car to take us to the airport."
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