OOC: We can do the next morning whenever you guys are ready
I see history playing before me
for pleasure and passion you play the price
sadness the name of the spike that took me
I'll make that's all
like some raging, hard, horny mephistopheles
who came for my soul
*Zan Dreaming*
He was falling through the sky with the angel from his nightmares. He never could make out her face clearly but he knew who she was somehow. There was a crash and then silence and then a door opened and the light from a new world burned his eyes and there was screaming and there was blood but after, after was all that really mattered because she was there and he was safe…
He was back in his own room again. The same antique mahogany furniture that just screamed of wealth, his mother was always like that in decorating, if was expensive and the best of the best she owned it. It was dark and he couldn’t see very well. What was he doing here anyway? He hadn’t been at the manor in years…
Familiar heavy footsteps in the hallway outside his bedroom made him shiver in fear. What had he done this time? He hadn’t even seen him all day. Where was his mother? Oh yeah she was at another Fundraiser. The door knob moved back in forth as someone tried to open it. He was yelling to open the door, he had been drinking from the sound of the slurred speech. Zan was just shaking his head back in forth as if actually saying the word ‘no’ would have far worse consequences.
In real life Zan was asleep and jerking his head back and forth as in the through of a nightmare. A small whimper escaped his lips as the dream continued…
The door suddenly banged open and in his dream Zan got up and ran for his bathroom and tried to shut the door and lock it but he was too late and not strong enough to shut the violent force out. Hands grabbed him around his throat and he thrashed wildly, he kicked, he screamed but it was no use. This was it he was finally going to kill him. Zan wondered if his mother would even care. Would his father come to his funeral? Probably not, probably too busy.
In real life he was crying in his sleep, something he would never do if conscious.
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OOC -- I'd been waiting on a post from Micah or Natalie. Sorry... I'll skip through the post I had in mind for Max talking to his dad and neice.
*Max*
After hanging up with Isabel's machine, I call my dad. That conversation is a bit harder as he's actually there and I'm trying to convey the danger we're in without saying anything that could get us in trouble if anyone overhears.
I'm about to explain about Zan and I realize that the FBI and Khivar and 'Duke' won't be the only ones interested in his where-abouts. Hordes of teenaged fans and reporters will be storming my house if the word gets out. Best not to mention his full name yet. I explain to Dad that an old friend has come to town and that my oldest son is back, sleeping under my own roof again, this time on my futon sofa. It's hard to stop looking at him. It's the same feeling I had when Zan was in that little bassinet on my dad's kitchen counter.
In the end, we agree that it's a bit late but he'll come over in the morning with Elena. Then, as I hang up, I look around the room and see that Nathaniel and Natalie and Micah are still hanging around, not sure what to do. Zan has started to thrash around and even to cry.
Moving closer, I sit on the edge of the bed. I reach out to touch him, stroking his hair and his face. "It's okay, Zan. You're safe," I tell him, soothingly as if I'm talking to a small child. As I do it, I use my powers to remove the make-up he's still wearing. He looks even younger when his face is bare but he's a father. A father who's daughter will be here by morning.
I look up at the kids. "Natalie, Nathaniel. Go get yourselves up to bed. Nothing's going to happen before morning. Micah? You're welcomed to stay, too, if you like. Just give your father a call to let him know," I say.
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*Max*
After hanging up with Isabel's machine, I call my dad. That conversation is a bit harder as he's actually there and I'm trying to convey the danger we're in without saying anything that could get us in trouble if anyone overhears.
I'm about to explain about Zan and I realize that the FBI and Khivar and 'Duke' won't be the only ones interested in his where-abouts. Hordes of teenaged fans and reporters will be storming my house if the word gets out. Best not to mention his full name yet. I explain to Dad that an old friend has come to town and that my oldest son is back, sleeping under my own roof again, this time on my futon sofa. It's hard to stop looking at him. It's the same feeling I had when Zan was in that little bassinet on my dad's kitchen counter.
In the end, we agree that it's a bit late but he'll come over in the morning with Elena. Then, as I hang up, I look around the room and see that Nathaniel and Natalie and Micah are still hanging around, not sure what to do. Zan has started to thrash around and even to cry.
Moving closer, I sit on the edge of the bed. I reach out to touch him, stroking his hair and his face. "It's okay, Zan. You're safe," I tell him, soothingly as if I'm talking to a small child. As I do it, I use my powers to remove the make-up he's still wearing. He looks even younger when his face is bare but he's a father. A father who's daughter will be here by morning.
I look up at the kids. "Natalie, Nathaniel. Go get yourselves up to bed. Nothing's going to happen before morning. Micah? You're welcomed to stay, too, if you like. Just give your father a call to let him know," I say.
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~Michael~
i sit in my car awaiting Max's arrival. He never comes. I watch the people from the party slowly make their way to there rooms but it seems Dominque isnt' going any where. I wait late into the night on Max. Finally deciding he isn't coming I start my car to leave. Dominque is still in the lawn chair.
I sigh at not being contacted by Max. He never keeps me in the lope. I make my way home.
~Dominque~
I wait for Zan. As I wait the pary ends and every one retires for the night. We are suppose to have a photoshot in the morning but I can't sleep with out knowing Zan is ok. He doesn't show up and I fall asleep in the chair.
i sit in my car awaiting Max's arrival. He never comes. I watch the people from the party slowly make their way to there rooms but it seems Dominque isnt' going any where. I wait late into the night on Max. Finally deciding he isn't coming I start my car to leave. Dominque is still in the lawn chair.
I sigh at not being contacted by Max. He never keeps me in the lope. I make my way home.
~Dominque~
I wait for Zan. As I wait the pary ends and every one retires for the night. We are suppose to have a photoshot in the morning but I can't sleep with out knowing Zan is ok. He doesn't show up and I fall asleep in the chair.
Not all who wander are lost
~Tolkien~
~Tolkien~
OOC -- if Micah spent the night, I think Max might have Micah watching over Zan while he had the difficult conversation with Nathaniel and Natalie. Micah would have the major facts but some of the story would be very personal -- hard enough to share it with his kids. Also, it would be good to have someone watch over Zan in his condition. Max would insist that Micah sleep in Nathaniel's room.
*Max*
Morning.
I wake up in the recliner in the den and I look over at Zan. He's still asleep and I'm glad. He's still at the moment, not thrashing about in another nightmare. They seemed to punctuate his entire night. I can only imagine the demons he lives with by day that come alive when he's asleep. I wonder if he avoids sleep deliberately just to avoid these nightmares.
The house is quiet and for a moment, I wonder if Liz is still sleeping. Then I remember that she didn't come home last night. I had called the Crashdown and then tracked her to her parents' apartment where her father told me that she'd already fallen asleep on the couch. As much as I wanted her home, I knew she needed her rest as much as anyone and told Jeff to let her be. I'm sure she'll be home soon.
I get up and stretch, marveling at the craziness of yesterday. My life has been so normal for so long but there are always things like this out there waiting to disrupt the flow. I was up until past two in the morning trying to talk to Nathaniel and Natalie about their brother. To explain what Tess had done. How she'd killed our friend Alex and drove a wedge between me and the rest of the group, and ... and we made Zan. She used me but in the end, she brought him back to me and apparently died to save him. I haven't heard from her in all these years but I still don't know for sure that she died that night. It wasn't easy and it was harder still without Liz there, but I got through it. I don't know if they'll have questions for her when she gets back or if the kids will be satisified with my version. I'm sure there will be some questions as the facts sink in and we both think of things that were left out.
I finally fell asleep in my chair in time for my appointment with Isabel. Thankfully, she comes. I'm so glad to see her. Glad that 'Duke' hasn't been threatening her yet. I explain about the threat, and Zan and my granddaughter. The last she found to be very amusing. When she left, she was still undecided about coming down here to help. I promised her that Dad and I would keep her daughter safe.
I walk over to Zan, watching him sleep. It seems a bit unfair that Nathaniel and Natalie are now up to speed but he's still almost completely in the dark. We'll explain when he wakes up. Ava will help, I'm sure.
*Nathaniel*
I wake up with a yawn, looking around my room. It's the same and yet, so much is different. It's Friday but I'm not going to school. Dad called up the principal and explained that we had a 'family emergency' and that he wouldn't be at work and we wouldn't be in class. Principal Clavico must have pressed for an explanation because Dad just said that he'd explain on Monday. Funny how he seemed so confident that this would all be sorted in a few days. I guess it will. 'Duke' will be following Zan's kid and he'll be here to kill us. By Monday, either Duke and his friends will be history, or we will be.
Of course, as long as we're not in school and Zander Gray is hanging out with us, I don't see any reason we can't go to the concert in Pheonix! Assuming we're still alive and all that.
I slide out of bed and make my way downstairs to the den. I spot my dad standing over Zan, brushing his hair from his face. I've seen him do that to Natalie and I'm guessing he's done the same to me.
I silently move over next to my father. "Morning," I whisper. "Everything okay?"
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*Max*
Morning.
I wake up in the recliner in the den and I look over at Zan. He's still asleep and I'm glad. He's still at the moment, not thrashing about in another nightmare. They seemed to punctuate his entire night. I can only imagine the demons he lives with by day that come alive when he's asleep. I wonder if he avoids sleep deliberately just to avoid these nightmares.
The house is quiet and for a moment, I wonder if Liz is still sleeping. Then I remember that she didn't come home last night. I had called the Crashdown and then tracked her to her parents' apartment where her father told me that she'd already fallen asleep on the couch. As much as I wanted her home, I knew she needed her rest as much as anyone and told Jeff to let her be. I'm sure she'll be home soon.
I get up and stretch, marveling at the craziness of yesterday. My life has been so normal for so long but there are always things like this out there waiting to disrupt the flow. I was up until past two in the morning trying to talk to Nathaniel and Natalie about their brother. To explain what Tess had done. How she'd killed our friend Alex and drove a wedge between me and the rest of the group, and ... and we made Zan. She used me but in the end, she brought him back to me and apparently died to save him. I haven't heard from her in all these years but I still don't know for sure that she died that night. It wasn't easy and it was harder still without Liz there, but I got through it. I don't know if they'll have questions for her when she gets back or if the kids will be satisified with my version. I'm sure there will be some questions as the facts sink in and we both think of things that were left out.
I finally fell asleep in my chair in time for my appointment with Isabel. Thankfully, she comes. I'm so glad to see her. Glad that 'Duke' hasn't been threatening her yet. I explain about the threat, and Zan and my granddaughter. The last she found to be very amusing. When she left, she was still undecided about coming down here to help. I promised her that Dad and I would keep her daughter safe.
I walk over to Zan, watching him sleep. It seems a bit unfair that Nathaniel and Natalie are now up to speed but he's still almost completely in the dark. We'll explain when he wakes up. Ava will help, I'm sure.
*Nathaniel*
I wake up with a yawn, looking around my room. It's the same and yet, so much is different. It's Friday but I'm not going to school. Dad called up the principal and explained that we had a 'family emergency' and that he wouldn't be at work and we wouldn't be in class. Principal Clavico must have pressed for an explanation because Dad just said that he'd explain on Monday. Funny how he seemed so confident that this would all be sorted in a few days. I guess it will. 'Duke' will be following Zan's kid and he'll be here to kill us. By Monday, either Duke and his friends will be history, or we will be.
Of course, as long as we're not in school and Zander Gray is hanging out with us, I don't see any reason we can't go to the concert in Pheonix! Assuming we're still alive and all that.
I slide out of bed and make my way downstairs to the den. I spot my dad standing over Zan, brushing his hair from his face. I've seen him do that to Natalie and I'm guessing he's done the same to me.
I silently move over next to my father. "Morning," I whisper. "Everything okay?"
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OOC: Ava just got Max’s address out of the phone book and borrowed a car from a crew member
Ava
I wake up to the sound of someone banging on my door. I try and roll over and ignore it but then everything that happened yesterday comes back full force and I am out of the bed and wide awake in seconds. When I open the door the person basically pushes me out of the way to get inside and at first I am startled until I realize who it is.
“Morning Bridgette.” I say I look around and notice Jayden’s not with her and glance outside and see that she’s waking Dominique up, who apparently fell asleep outside last night.
“I guess I’ll just go get Zan then.” I say “You must be jetlagged so I’ll just take Jayden with me and Dominique and you can get some sleep.”
She glares at me for a few more moments before simply turning around and going in to the bathroom and slamming the door. Well that went better than expected. We all get ready to go and are soon in the car. Before we left I grabbed some clothes for Zan though since he probably slept in the ones he wore yesterday. I glance in the rear view mirror at Jayden who has a her favorite black t shirt that say’s ‘My Daddy’s A Rock Star’ on and a black skirt that Dominique bought her along with little black knee high boots. She’s dressed like a miniature teenager instead of a 3 year old but the kid always does seem older than she is.
She’s being very quiet and I hope she’s okay. She is usually a stoic kid, I don’t think I’ve ever even seen her cry and I know she never cried as a baby because it used to freak her nannies out that she was so neutral. Jayden still seems to make people nervous though. The only time she even smiles is around Dom, Me and of course Zan. I guess she gets that personality trait from Zander. He doesn’t open up easily either.
But maybe Jayden’s in shock. She did just see someone murdered. That can’t be healthy for he to just hold all that in. Zan does the same thing though, maybe she’ll open up around him.
We finally pull into the driveway and Jayden is out the car door before I can put the car in park. We walk up the side walk and ring door bell and as soon as someone opens Jayden runs through it and out of my sight. I know she’s going straight to Zan though. I wonder how she always knows exactly where he is.
well i want you to notice
to notice when i'm not around
and i know that your eyes see straight through me
and speak to me without a sound
i want to hold you
protect you from all of the things that this life has in store for you
i'll always love you
the way that a father should love his daughter
Zan
The sun is glaring at me but I just pull the blanket over my head in order to block it out. I am half asleep when I feel someone small crawl in beside me.
“Did you have a bad dream, baby?” I say my voice still scratchy from sleep. I feel Jayden nod her head yes as she scoots closer to me. I hug her close for a moment and kiss her forhead before I realize…I’m not at home. I’m on tour and I’m not supposed to get my daughter for another month.
I open my eyes and look at Jayden who is now crying hysterically and I panic. She never cries!! I also have no fuckin’ clue where I’m at and what the hell am I wearing!!! And why is my kid crying!!
“What’s wrong!!” my voice sounds panicked as I check her over for any injuries, she’s not hurt but she’s still crying into my shoulder, soaking the flannel shirt I have on. I pat her back trying to calm her down but she is still crying and I’m starting to freak out.
“It’s okay, I’ll fix it, you just have to tell me what’s wrong.” I say trying to calm my tone down but it doesn’t work. Finally I call the one person I always call for help and hope she’s nearby. Maybe we all stayed here last night, wherever here is. “AVA!!!!!”
Ava
I wake up to the sound of someone banging on my door. I try and roll over and ignore it but then everything that happened yesterday comes back full force and I am out of the bed and wide awake in seconds. When I open the door the person basically pushes me out of the way to get inside and at first I am startled until I realize who it is.
“Morning Bridgette.” I say I look around and notice Jayden’s not with her and glance outside and see that she’s waking Dominique up, who apparently fell asleep outside last night.
“I guess I’ll just go get Zan then.” I say “You must be jetlagged so I’ll just take Jayden with me and Dominique and you can get some sleep.”
She glares at me for a few more moments before simply turning around and going in to the bathroom and slamming the door. Well that went better than expected. We all get ready to go and are soon in the car. Before we left I grabbed some clothes for Zan though since he probably slept in the ones he wore yesterday. I glance in the rear view mirror at Jayden who has a her favorite black t shirt that say’s ‘My Daddy’s A Rock Star’ on and a black skirt that Dominique bought her along with little black knee high boots. She’s dressed like a miniature teenager instead of a 3 year old but the kid always does seem older than she is.
She’s being very quiet and I hope she’s okay. She is usually a stoic kid, I don’t think I’ve ever even seen her cry and I know she never cried as a baby because it used to freak her nannies out that she was so neutral. Jayden still seems to make people nervous though. The only time she even smiles is around Dom, Me and of course Zan. I guess she gets that personality trait from Zander. He doesn’t open up easily either.
But maybe Jayden’s in shock. She did just see someone murdered. That can’t be healthy for he to just hold all that in. Zan does the same thing though, maybe she’ll open up around him.
We finally pull into the driveway and Jayden is out the car door before I can put the car in park. We walk up the side walk and ring door bell and as soon as someone opens Jayden runs through it and out of my sight. I know she’s going straight to Zan though. I wonder how she always knows exactly where he is.
well i want you to notice
to notice when i'm not around
and i know that your eyes see straight through me
and speak to me without a sound
i want to hold you
protect you from all of the things that this life has in store for you
i'll always love you
the way that a father should love his daughter
Zan
The sun is glaring at me but I just pull the blanket over my head in order to block it out. I am half asleep when I feel someone small crawl in beside me.
“Did you have a bad dream, baby?” I say my voice still scratchy from sleep. I feel Jayden nod her head yes as she scoots closer to me. I hug her close for a moment and kiss her forhead before I realize…I’m not at home. I’m on tour and I’m not supposed to get my daughter for another month.
I open my eyes and look at Jayden who is now crying hysterically and I panic. She never cries!! I also have no fuckin’ clue where I’m at and what the hell am I wearing!!! And why is my kid crying!!
“What’s wrong!!” my voice sounds panicked as I check her over for any injuries, she’s not hurt but she’s still crying into my shoulder, soaking the flannel shirt I have on. I pat her back trying to calm her down but she is still crying and I’m starting to freak out.
“It’s okay, I’ll fix it, you just have to tell me what’s wrong.” I say trying to calm my tone down but it doesn’t work. Finally I call the one person I always call for help and hope she’s nearby. Maybe we all stayed here last night, wherever here is. “AVA!!!!!”
*Max*
I turn to Nathaniel, about to ask him if his mother was home yet when suddenly I hear someone at the door. "Three guesses who that could be," I say with a smile as I head for the door. Liz wouldn't ring the bell so it's not her. It could be my dad here with Elena, or it could be Michael with Anya but I think it's a bit early for either of them. My money has to be on Ava.
I open the door and see that it is Ava but before I get a chance to say hello, a small female shape with blonde hair races past me and straight towards the den. "That was Jayden, I'm guessing?" I say to Ava and Dominque with a shake of my head. I look behind them but I don't see any sign of Jayden's mother so I assume they're alone. That'll be easier. Explaining this to outsiders is going to be the trickiest part. I don't know how much to tell Jayden, either. Normally, I'd say nothing at all to someone so young, but she's a target so she may need to know -- or maybe I'll leave that to her dad.
"Come on in," I say, welcoming Ava and her daughter into my house and shutting the door behind them. "Liz spent the night at the Crashdown, but I'll be happy to get you a cup of coffee. Zan's still asleep. We had no trouble." I turn to the den, remembering that Jayden already went that way. He might not be awake anymore.
Suddenly, we hear Zan shouting Ava's name. I turn and hurry in to see that everything is okay.
*Nathaniel*
Dad goes to get the door and I stay behind, wondering what to do. Zan's still sleeping so I guess there's nothing to do. Everything waits until he's awake. Dad's explanation last night is still sinking in. Zander Grey was born on another planet. Antar. I'd daydreamed a few times about what it would be like to be a prince on another world -- assuming the war was over and stuff. I never imaged an older brother, 'tho.
I'm about to go get some breakfast when a small girl comes flying into the room and cuddles up with Zan. I didn't get a close look at the picture but this has to be his daughter, Jayden. My neice.
I watch as she bursts into tears and Zan tries to calm her. I don't know what to say. I'm a stranger here. I don't belong. Then Zan shouts for Ava.
"It's okay. You're safe here," I say, not sure if I'm talking to the girl or to Zan. "It's okay," I repeat.
A moment later, Dad appears. "Zan," he says. "Ava's here. Don't worry."
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I turn to Nathaniel, about to ask him if his mother was home yet when suddenly I hear someone at the door. "Three guesses who that could be," I say with a smile as I head for the door. Liz wouldn't ring the bell so it's not her. It could be my dad here with Elena, or it could be Michael with Anya but I think it's a bit early for either of them. My money has to be on Ava.
I open the door and see that it is Ava but before I get a chance to say hello, a small female shape with blonde hair races past me and straight towards the den. "That was Jayden, I'm guessing?" I say to Ava and Dominque with a shake of my head. I look behind them but I don't see any sign of Jayden's mother so I assume they're alone. That'll be easier. Explaining this to outsiders is going to be the trickiest part. I don't know how much to tell Jayden, either. Normally, I'd say nothing at all to someone so young, but she's a target so she may need to know -- or maybe I'll leave that to her dad.
"Come on in," I say, welcoming Ava and her daughter into my house and shutting the door behind them. "Liz spent the night at the Crashdown, but I'll be happy to get you a cup of coffee. Zan's still asleep. We had no trouble." I turn to the den, remembering that Jayden already went that way. He might not be awake anymore.
Suddenly, we hear Zan shouting Ava's name. I turn and hurry in to see that everything is okay.
*Nathaniel*
Dad goes to get the door and I stay behind, wondering what to do. Zan's still sleeping so I guess there's nothing to do. Everything waits until he's awake. Dad's explanation last night is still sinking in. Zander Grey was born on another planet. Antar. I'd daydreamed a few times about what it would be like to be a prince on another world -- assuming the war was over and stuff. I never imaged an older brother, 'tho.
I'm about to go get some breakfast when a small girl comes flying into the room and cuddles up with Zan. I didn't get a close look at the picture but this has to be his daughter, Jayden. My neice.
I watch as she bursts into tears and Zan tries to calm her. I don't know what to say. I'm a stranger here. I don't belong. Then Zan shouts for Ava.
"It's okay. You're safe here," I say, not sure if I'm talking to the girl or to Zan. "It's okay," I repeat.
A moment later, Dad appears. "Zan," he says. "Ava's here. Don't worry."
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~Dom~
I awake to a small person whispering it's time to get up. I smile as I recognize the voice, my little dark angel. I yawn and stretch trying to work out my sore muscles that I must have acquired sleeping in the lawn chair. I pick my baby Jayden up and give her a big hug before Ava makes me and dress and get in the car to go pick up Zan. Which I assumed was either still in jail or at Max’s.
I faintly wonder in Drake is going to be coming with us. He doesn’t. Mum doesn’t even go see about him. So we load in a car and head towards our destination. We arrive at a house which I again assume is Max’s. Max opens the door and Jayden takes off. I use to joke that she’s like a little blood hound. If you ever loose Zan in a crowd all you have to do is release Jayden and she will find him.
We are invited in and just as Max is offering Ava coffee I hear Zan calling for Ava. I stand in the large living room a little uncomfortable. Everything in this house looks so normal. So Anti-Ava. Mum never wasted much time on decorating an apartment when we would be on the road most of the time. I walk over to the fireplace mantel.
I lightly finger the family photos of Max, Liz, Nate and Natalie. They all look so happy. I linger a moment at Nate’s pictures. Enjoying the sight of his smile.
I awake to a small person whispering it's time to get up. I smile as I recognize the voice, my little dark angel. I yawn and stretch trying to work out my sore muscles that I must have acquired sleeping in the lawn chair. I pick my baby Jayden up and give her a big hug before Ava makes me and dress and get in the car to go pick up Zan. Which I assumed was either still in jail or at Max’s.
I faintly wonder in Drake is going to be coming with us. He doesn’t. Mum doesn’t even go see about him. So we load in a car and head towards our destination. We arrive at a house which I again assume is Max’s. Max opens the door and Jayden takes off. I use to joke that she’s like a little blood hound. If you ever loose Zan in a crowd all you have to do is release Jayden and she will find him.
We are invited in and just as Max is offering Ava coffee I hear Zan calling for Ava. I stand in the large living room a little uncomfortable. Everything in this house looks so normal. So Anti-Ava. Mum never wasted much time on decorating an apartment when we would be on the road most of the time. I walk over to the fireplace mantel.
I lightly finger the family photos of Max, Liz, Nate and Natalie. They all look so happy. I linger a moment at Nate’s pictures. Enjoying the sight of his smile.
Not all who wander are lost
~Tolkien~
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Ava
"That was Jayden, I'm guessing?" Max asks as he answers the door and I give a apologetic smile that his first meeting with his grand daughter was so quick. "Come on in," he says as we come in he closes the front door. "I'm not sure if Liz is up but I'll be happy to get you a cup of coffee. Zan's still asleep. We had no trouble." He says but right when he finishes I hear Zan calling for me in a slightly panicked tone.
I follow Max back to the Den I enter just as Max says "Zan, Ava's here. Don't worry." I look at the scene before me. Zan looking panicked wearing the ugliest shirt I have ever scene him wearing a crying three year old who is getting hysterical now. I’ve never seen her so agitated.
“Ava. Help!” Zan finally says breaking me out my thoughts as he gets up and walks over to me and tries to hand his daughter over to me, but Jayden is having none of it and is not releasing the death grip she has on her Daddy. “Please take her Ava. Take her. Something’s wrong. Fix It! Make her stop.” Zan says getting as hysterical as his daughter.
“Cool it Zan!” I say in my ‘mother tone’ that always gets his attention. “Try singing to her.” I finally say, knowing how much Jayden likes Zander to sing to her. I also know that will calm Zan down too. He nods jerkily and seems to take a deep breath before he starts singing softly into his daughters ear, as if he doesn’t want anyone else in the room to hear.
Doucement, lentement, doucement, lentement
Vent de la mer du couchant,
Respire et souffle, lentement, lentement
Vent de la mer du couchant
Va sur les flots qui roulent
Viens de la vieille lune, et souffle
Souffle-le vers moi encore
Pendant que mon petit, pendant
Que mon joli dort.
Dors et repose, dors et repose
Papa te reviendra bientôt
Repose, repose, sur le sein de maman
Papa te reviendra bientôt
Papa reviendra au nid de son petit enfant
Toutes voiles d'argent dehors au couchant
Sous la lune d'argent
Dors mon petit, dors
Mon joli, dors
Now I don’t speak a word of French, like both Zan and Jayden do but I recognize Jayden’s favorite lullaby. His voice is so soft compared to how he usually sings and I know when Jayden is around Zan always just seems …softer. Jayden has finally stopped crying and there is no sound in the room except for a hiccup or two coming from her. Zan looks so relieved that she finally stopped crying that he sinks back down into the futon.
“Now will someone please explain to me what is going on?” he asks trying to keep his voice calm but there is a hint of annoyance in it. “Jayden’s nanny was killed so Bridgette brought her here early. We think it might have been the same person who killed Drake’s parents.” Zan just nods as if he’s trying to let all that sink in.
“Les mauvais gars sont venus, le Papa mais je les ai effarouchés.” Jayden says as she’s wiping her tears off her face and when Zan doesn’t seem to bother to translate I say. “English, Please.” I ask him, Sometimes he forgets that not everybody is bilingual too. But it’s Jayden that answers instead of Zan. “The bad guys came but I scared them away.” She says still sniffling.
I walk over to them and kneel in front of where Zan is sitting with Jayden in his lap. “Honey, how did you scare them away?” I ask unsure if I really want to hear the answer or not.
She looks upset for a moment but her face just takes on her neutral expression before she just shrugs and I know I am not going to get anything else out of her today.
OOC: I don't speak Freanh so my translations probally way off but here is the translation to the lulliby :
Sweet and low, sweet and low
Wind of the western sea;
Low, low, breathe and blow,
Wind of the western sea;
Over the rolling waters go
Come from the dying moon, and blow,
Blow him again to me,
While my little one, while
My pretty one sleeps.
Sleep and rest, sleep and rest
Father will come to thee soon;
Rest, rest, on mother's breast,
Father will come to thee soon;
Father will come to his babe in the nest,
Silver sails all out of the west,
Under the silver moon,
Sleep my little one, sleep,
My pretty one, sleep.
"That was Jayden, I'm guessing?" Max asks as he answers the door and I give a apologetic smile that his first meeting with his grand daughter was so quick. "Come on in," he says as we come in he closes the front door. "I'm not sure if Liz is up but I'll be happy to get you a cup of coffee. Zan's still asleep. We had no trouble." He says but right when he finishes I hear Zan calling for me in a slightly panicked tone.
I follow Max back to the Den I enter just as Max says "Zan, Ava's here. Don't worry." I look at the scene before me. Zan looking panicked wearing the ugliest shirt I have ever scene him wearing a crying three year old who is getting hysterical now. I’ve never seen her so agitated.
“Ava. Help!” Zan finally says breaking me out my thoughts as he gets up and walks over to me and tries to hand his daughter over to me, but Jayden is having none of it and is not releasing the death grip she has on her Daddy. “Please take her Ava. Take her. Something’s wrong. Fix It! Make her stop.” Zan says getting as hysterical as his daughter.
“Cool it Zan!” I say in my ‘mother tone’ that always gets his attention. “Try singing to her.” I finally say, knowing how much Jayden likes Zander to sing to her. I also know that will calm Zan down too. He nods jerkily and seems to take a deep breath before he starts singing softly into his daughters ear, as if he doesn’t want anyone else in the room to hear.
Doucement, lentement, doucement, lentement
Vent de la mer du couchant,
Respire et souffle, lentement, lentement
Vent de la mer du couchant
Va sur les flots qui roulent
Viens de la vieille lune, et souffle
Souffle-le vers moi encore
Pendant que mon petit, pendant
Que mon joli dort.
Dors et repose, dors et repose
Papa te reviendra bientôt
Repose, repose, sur le sein de maman
Papa te reviendra bientôt
Papa reviendra au nid de son petit enfant
Toutes voiles d'argent dehors au couchant
Sous la lune d'argent
Dors mon petit, dors
Mon joli, dors
Now I don’t speak a word of French, like both Zan and Jayden do but I recognize Jayden’s favorite lullaby. His voice is so soft compared to how he usually sings and I know when Jayden is around Zan always just seems …softer. Jayden has finally stopped crying and there is no sound in the room except for a hiccup or two coming from her. Zan looks so relieved that she finally stopped crying that he sinks back down into the futon.
“Now will someone please explain to me what is going on?” he asks trying to keep his voice calm but there is a hint of annoyance in it. “Jayden’s nanny was killed so Bridgette brought her here early. We think it might have been the same person who killed Drake’s parents.” Zan just nods as if he’s trying to let all that sink in.
“Les mauvais gars sont venus, le Papa mais je les ai effarouchés.” Jayden says as she’s wiping her tears off her face and when Zan doesn’t seem to bother to translate I say. “English, Please.” I ask him, Sometimes he forgets that not everybody is bilingual too. But it’s Jayden that answers instead of Zan. “The bad guys came but I scared them away.” She says still sniffling.
I walk over to them and kneel in front of where Zan is sitting with Jayden in his lap. “Honey, how did you scare them away?” I ask unsure if I really want to hear the answer or not.
She looks upset for a moment but her face just takes on her neutral expression before she just shrugs and I know I am not going to get anything else out of her today.
OOC: I don't speak Freanh so my translations probally way off but here is the translation to the lulliby :
Sweet and low, sweet and low
Wind of the western sea;
Low, low, breathe and blow,
Wind of the western sea;
Over the rolling waters go
Come from the dying moon, and blow,
Blow him again to me,
While my little one, while
My pretty one sleeps.
Sleep and rest, sleep and rest
Father will come to thee soon;
Rest, rest, on mother's breast,
Father will come to thee soon;
Father will come to his babe in the nest,
Silver sails all out of the west,
Under the silver moon,
Sleep my little one, sleep,
My pretty one, sleep.
*Max*
Watching Zan sing to his daughter is an amazing sight. The boy actually has a very good voice. Strong and tender and still sweet and soft. It's not at all like the other songs from Alienation that I've heard the kids blasting from their stereo in their room. And the look on his face, so loving and worried. Zan may be a seriously messed up kid but I can see that he loves this little girl and he wants to be a good parent.
When he's done, the child and Zan are both calmer, although Zan is still understandably upset. Who wouldn't be after waking up in a strange place with a crying child? Ava explains and Jayden actually finishes the story, first in French and then in English. “The bad guys came but I scared them away.” She says still sniffling.
Ava looks soft and tender herself as she approaches the little girl. I would love to do the same but I know I'm a stranger to her. “Honey, how did you scare them away?” She asks, but Jayden closes up, not willing to explain.
I nod, moving a bit closer but not too close. There's a hint of a smile on my lips and I feel something like pride, knowing what probably happened. I don't know what she did exactly, but I know it wasn't a normal three-year-old trick. If I had needed any proof, this would be it. She's definately Zan's daughter. "Looks like she's a bit of a prodigy," I say. "Nat and Micah didn't start doing things we couldn't talk about until they were almost twice her age."
Of course, they didn't have as much reason to, either. Nobody was actively trying to kill them at that time. The poor little thing. I look at my grandaughter and she stares back at me with something like fear. I speak to her softly and calmly. "You did good, little one. Je m'appelle Max et c'est mon fils, Nathaniel. We're going to help you and your daddy now."
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Watching Zan sing to his daughter is an amazing sight. The boy actually has a very good voice. Strong and tender and still sweet and soft. It's not at all like the other songs from Alienation that I've heard the kids blasting from their stereo in their room. And the look on his face, so loving and worried. Zan may be a seriously messed up kid but I can see that he loves this little girl and he wants to be a good parent.
When he's done, the child and Zan are both calmer, although Zan is still understandably upset. Who wouldn't be after waking up in a strange place with a crying child? Ava explains and Jayden actually finishes the story, first in French and then in English. “The bad guys came but I scared them away.” She says still sniffling.
Ava looks soft and tender herself as she approaches the little girl. I would love to do the same but I know I'm a stranger to her. “Honey, how did you scare them away?” She asks, but Jayden closes up, not willing to explain.
I nod, moving a bit closer but not too close. There's a hint of a smile on my lips and I feel something like pride, knowing what probably happened. I don't know what she did exactly, but I know it wasn't a normal three-year-old trick. If I had needed any proof, this would be it. She's definately Zan's daughter. "Looks like she's a bit of a prodigy," I say. "Nat and Micah didn't start doing things we couldn't talk about until they were almost twice her age."
Of course, they didn't have as much reason to, either. Nobody was actively trying to kill them at that time. The poor little thing. I look at my grandaughter and she stares back at me with something like fear. I speak to her softly and calmly. "You did good, little one. Je m'appelle Max et c'est mon fils, Nathaniel. We're going to help you and your daddy now."
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"You did good, little one. Je m'appelle Max et c'est mon fils, Nathaniel. We're going to help you and your daddy now." Max says to Jayden and she looks at him as if she’s sizing him up. After a moment she seems to find whatever she was looking for in him and simple nods.
Someone tried to hurt her. Someone tried to hurt my child. Someone better hope they never come into contact with me or someone is going to die a painful death. I look around the room, this must be Max’s house. I remember I fell asleep in the car and he must have brought me back here.
I look back a Jayden when I feel here tapping me on the chest, trying to get my attention. “I’m hungry, Daddy.”
“Alright we’ll get you something.” I say and then notice who’s missing. “Where’s your mother?” I ask and Ava is who answers. “She’s at the motel and she is not very happy with anybody it seems.”
I roll my eyes. Bridgette is never happy when she’s around Ava or Dominique for some reason. “On a scale of One to Ten, how mad is she at me?” I ask so I know what I’m up against when we get back.
“She didn’t even say one word to me when she got there so she seems pretty pissed.” Ava says and hands me one of my duffle bags. “Go get changed you look like a poor redneck.”
I smirk at her and take the bag and stand up sitting Jayden on her feet as I do so. "I'll be right back." I tell them and head to the bathroom I see down the hall.
"You did good, little one. Je m'appelle Max et c'est mon fils, Nathaniel. We're going to help you and your daddy now." Max says to Jayden and she looks at him as if she’s sizing him up. After a moment she seems to find whatever she was looking for in him and simple nods.
Someone tried to hurt her. Someone tried to hurt my child. Someone better hope they never come into contact with me or someone is going to die a painful death. I look around the room, this must be Max’s house. I remember I fell asleep in the car and he must have brought me back here.
I look back a Jayden when I feel here tapping me on the chest, trying to get my attention. “I’m hungry, Daddy.”
“Alright we’ll get you something.” I say and then notice who’s missing. “Where’s your mother?” I ask and Ava is who answers. “She’s at the motel and she is not very happy with anybody it seems.”
I roll my eyes. Bridgette is never happy when she’s around Ava or Dominique for some reason. “On a scale of One to Ten, how mad is she at me?” I ask so I know what I’m up against when we get back.
“She didn’t even say one word to me when she got there so she seems pretty pissed.” Ava says and hands me one of my duffle bags. “Go get changed you look like a poor redneck.”
I smirk at her and take the bag and stand up sitting Jayden on her feet as I do so. "I'll be right back." I tell them and head to the bathroom I see down the hall.