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~Dom~
I rock left to right on my feet. My hands drop to my sides curling into fists as I listen to Max. A blind fury washes over me as he finishes telling me to ask my mom about hybrids. I don’t realize what I have done until I feel my fist connect with Max’s nose.
I have spent most of my life with Zan’s stupid ass. I know how to throw a punch. I feel blood trickling down my hand. Whether the blood is from my hand or Max’s nose I don’t know.
As I throw my second punch to the same location as the first I yell. “You sick bastard. What the fuck is wrong with you? Are you fucking crazy?”
I can feel the weight of some one far larger than me pulling me away from Max before my third punch makes contact. I struggle against the large arms but soon give up as I realize Michael is pulling me away from Max.
Even though I can’t hit Max any more I still continue to yell. “What kind of fucking crazy person gives up their own fucking son? I don’t care if he is your god damn son. He isn’t your fucking family and neither is Jayden. Zanny didn’t need you then and he sure as hell doesn’t need you now.”
I can feel the grip holding me lessen. I take advantage of the mistake. Turning quickly, too quickly for Michael to grab me again I kick him in the shin. As he begins to hop from the pain. I throw a punch to his right eye making him double over, muttering something about little bitch.
~Michael~
My shin throbs and my eye is going to bruise. I can’t believe some one so small could hit so damn hard. I stand up straight now with my hand still covering the eye she nailed. I silently applaud her.
I can’t believe that that gay looking dude is Max’s son. Well actually if any of us were going to have a fag than my money would be on Max. “So that weird kid’s your son?...Explains a lot.”
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Max tells everyone about his past and about Zan and I wait on everyone's reaction but I have to say I didn't expect Dominique to flip out on Max. I always knew Dominique loved Zan like a brother but I guess i didn't expect such loyalty.
Michael is pulling her away from Max and I silently curse Zan for teaching her to defend herself. I never thought she'd use it to attack someone. “So that weird kid’s your son?...Explains a lot.” Micaheal says rubbing his shin that Dom kicked. I take hold of her before she can attack him again.
"Shut it! He's not weird!" I can't help but stick up for the boy. I take offense when anyone says something negative about him just like I would Dominique. "He's a good kid." I say in a slightly calmer tone and I turn my daughter around to face me.
"Remember how I told you we were different and that's why we could do things other people couldn't. Well Max and Michael and there kids are like that to. We're not exactly 100% human."
Max tells everyone about his past and about Zan and I wait on everyone's reaction but I have to say I didn't expect Dominique to flip out on Max. I always knew Dominique loved Zan like a brother but I guess i didn't expect such loyalty.
Michael is pulling her away from Max and I silently curse Zan for teaching her to defend herself. I never thought she'd use it to attack someone. “So that weird kid’s your son?...Explains a lot.” Micaheal says rubbing his shin that Dom kicked. I take hold of her before she can attack him again.
"Shut it! He's not weird!" I can't help but stick up for the boy. I take offense when anyone says something negative about him just like I would Dominique. "He's a good kid." I say in a slightly calmer tone and I turn my daughter around to face me.
"Remember how I told you we were different and that's why we could do things other people couldn't. Well Max and Michael and there kids are like that to. We're not exactly 100% human."
*Max*
Before I know what’s happening, Dominique is on her feet punching my face. I don’t even try to block it. Partly, I’m just stunned and partly, well, maybe I deserve it. Michael pulls her away as she keeps yelling, furious at me for giving Zan away. I put one hand over my bloody nose marveling over the fact that Zan hadn’t been nearly so upset. Nathaniel jumps to his feet, too, but I’m not sure if he’s angry or if he’s trying to help. He watches as Michael pulls her off. Then the girl gets a couple good shots on Michael before her mother grabs her.
Long years of practice meant that I hadn’t even tried to fix my nose but as I take a second breath, I realize that everyone in this room knows, or should know, what I am. Dominique will be finding out. My nose hurts a lot but I know it’s not serious. Still, there’s no reason not to fix it. With a sigh, I exert a little power and heal my nose.
I feel myself bristling as Michael calls Zan ‘weird’ although I do understand it. Ava leaps to Zan’s defense, calling him a ‘good kid.’ I’m sure he is good at heart, but I can see he has his demons. The blatant and excessive sexual behavior, the odd looks designed to provoke attention, the smoking. He’s not the kind of ‘good kid’ that Natalie and Nathaniel are, but I can’t say it’s entirely his fault.
Just the same, if he wasn't my son, I probably wouldn't want Natale and Nathaniel hanging out with him. It's probably what Mr. Parker was feeling when I was dating Liz in our senior year. We'd been arrested together. I hope Zan doesn't have a criminal record, too.
*Nathaniel*
I jump to my feet as Dominque starts attacking Dad. I don’t know what the hell is going on. What is he trying to tell us? Zan is my brother? Ava’s like us? Then she is the fourth one that Dad mentions occasionally. Strange how he never talks about her much. But I don’t really care about that right now, except to be glad that she’s not a stranger so all this stuff she’s heard will be safe.
“What kind of fucking crazy person gives up their own fucking son? I don’t care if he is your god damn son. He isn’t your fucking family and neither is Jayden. Zanny didn’t need you then and he sure as hell doesn’t need you now.”
“Dad?” I ask as Ava pulls her away. I gotta admit, I’m wondering the same thing. How could he have done that?
“Not a crazy person,” Dad says, pulling his hand away from his nose. He rubs his fingers together and the blood disappears. “Just a kid who was afraid. I was only seventeen. The Air Force was already after Zan. I was terrified that they were going to get him. I didn’t even want to think about what would happen then. As far as I could tell, he was fully human. It seemed like the best way to protect him.”
I watch him, not sure what to think. He looks so sad. He steps forward and puts his hand over Uncle Michael’s eye. I guess I could have done that but I’m more than a bit off-balance here. I have to ask. “… but what about us? Natalie and me? Did you … did you want to give us away, too?”
“No, of course not,” Dad says. He turns and puts a hand on my shoulder and another on Natalie’s. I want to pull away, no longer sure who this person is. My father. But I don’t pull back. I stand and listen.
“I didn’t want to give Zan away, either. It was the hardest thing I’d ever done and I knew I couldn’t do it again. By the time you two were born, I was older, married. There was no sign that the Air Force or the FBI were still looking for us. Micah was already born and we’d been able to keep him safe. I thought your mom and I could keep you safe, too.”
Before I know what’s happening, Dominique is on her feet punching my face. I don’t even try to block it. Partly, I’m just stunned and partly, well, maybe I deserve it. Michael pulls her away as she keeps yelling, furious at me for giving Zan away. I put one hand over my bloody nose marveling over the fact that Zan hadn’t been nearly so upset. Nathaniel jumps to his feet, too, but I’m not sure if he’s angry or if he’s trying to help. He watches as Michael pulls her off. Then the girl gets a couple good shots on Michael before her mother grabs her.
Long years of practice meant that I hadn’t even tried to fix my nose but as I take a second breath, I realize that everyone in this room knows, or should know, what I am. Dominique will be finding out. My nose hurts a lot but I know it’s not serious. Still, there’s no reason not to fix it. With a sigh, I exert a little power and heal my nose.
I feel myself bristling as Michael calls Zan ‘weird’ although I do understand it. Ava leaps to Zan’s defense, calling him a ‘good kid.’ I’m sure he is good at heart, but I can see he has his demons. The blatant and excessive sexual behavior, the odd looks designed to provoke attention, the smoking. He’s not the kind of ‘good kid’ that Natalie and Nathaniel are, but I can’t say it’s entirely his fault.
Just the same, if he wasn't my son, I probably wouldn't want Natale and Nathaniel hanging out with him. It's probably what Mr. Parker was feeling when I was dating Liz in our senior year. We'd been arrested together. I hope Zan doesn't have a criminal record, too.
*Nathaniel*
I jump to my feet as Dominque starts attacking Dad. I don’t know what the hell is going on. What is he trying to tell us? Zan is my brother? Ava’s like us? Then she is the fourth one that Dad mentions occasionally. Strange how he never talks about her much. But I don’t really care about that right now, except to be glad that she’s not a stranger so all this stuff she’s heard will be safe.
“What kind of fucking crazy person gives up their own fucking son? I don’t care if he is your god damn son. He isn’t your fucking family and neither is Jayden. Zanny didn’t need you then and he sure as hell doesn’t need you now.”
“Dad?” I ask as Ava pulls her away. I gotta admit, I’m wondering the same thing. How could he have done that?
“Not a crazy person,” Dad says, pulling his hand away from his nose. He rubs his fingers together and the blood disappears. “Just a kid who was afraid. I was only seventeen. The Air Force was already after Zan. I was terrified that they were going to get him. I didn’t even want to think about what would happen then. As far as I could tell, he was fully human. It seemed like the best way to protect him.”
I watch him, not sure what to think. He looks so sad. He steps forward and puts his hand over Uncle Michael’s eye. I guess I could have done that but I’m more than a bit off-balance here. I have to ask. “… but what about us? Natalie and me? Did you … did you want to give us away, too?”
“No, of course not,” Dad says. He turns and puts a hand on my shoulder and another on Natalie’s. I want to pull away, no longer sure who this person is. My father. But I don’t pull back. I stand and listen.
“I didn’t want to give Zan away, either. It was the hardest thing I’d ever done and I knew I couldn’t do it again. By the time you two were born, I was older, married. There was no sign that the Air Force or the FBI were still looking for us. Micah was already born and we’d been able to keep him safe. I thought your mom and I could keep you safe, too.”
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~Drake~
Ava finally appears ready for my message when another woman enters the room and interrupts. Just as well, I’m not about to say everything in front of these people. Surprise runs through me when Ava actually introduces me to the woman Liz as her nephew. That wasn’t why I came to find her. I don’t need anybody but it still sounds kind of strange having someone considering me family.
"They're dead now and the people who killed them are apparently after all of us now." Max adds in and I can’t keep from feeling as though he’s being an idiot speaking so easily about this especially when I have a feeling that Dominique doesn’t really know everything about who and what she is.
Ava’s phone ring and she answers it, hanging up after a moment only to turn on the nearby television and bringing up a news report. Three days ago there was a vicious attack on a nanny in London. The police say that they have never seen anyone killed in such a manner and refuse to enclose any information. The nanny (whose name the police refuse to give out until the family is notified) worked for club manager Brigett Abney. Brigett runs the very popular club The Matrix which is said to be owned by members of the band Alienation.
Abney is also in an on again, off again relationship with the infamous lead singer of the band Alienation, Zander Grey.----At this point the newscaster shows pictures that were obviously taken by a tabloid photographer, Zan and Brigett shopping in Paris, Zan and Brigett hugging in what looked to be a airport terminal, and the last picture was one taken a few years ago, with Briggett pushing a baby carriage and Zan looking very young (he was about 16) following behind her.----
The police don't actually know who is responcible for the murder but they speculate the murderer might have actually been after Abney and Grey's 3 year old daughter, Jayden...
"Brigett's on her way here with Jayden." Ava says as she turns off the T.V. Rather quick. I glance over toward the girl Anya and the other girl who seems to be rather confused.
“Zan has a daughter?” Max questions and I can’t keep from laughing.
“Of course he does. Everybody knows that,” Nathaniel ends up adding, “I mean, they never comment about it but people know.”
“Well forgive me for not being obsessed about news about the band. I’m not a teenaged fanatic.” Max gets defensive and I can’t keep from wondering just why that would be. This was proving to be both interesting and yet boring. I could really use some alcohol about now.
~Micah~
Zan has a daughter!? I don’t know how to respond or even what to think with that news. I do wonder whether someone should go after him to let him know what’s going on. And somehow, I don’t know why, but I want to be the one that goes to find him. I want to be there for him. However, things begin to get even stranger as the discussions continue.
Dominique seems angered as she questions, "So how long until the bitch and my Jayden gets here?"
"She said a few hours and I want you to play nice with her no matter what." Ava tells her and I can’t keep from thinking that she doesn’t look like she’ll want to play nice with this girl.
Ava takes out some pictures and starts showing them to Max for some reason and I begin to feel like there is something I should be realizing by now. "This is the most recent one."
"She's adorable," Max replies as he looks through them almost reverently.
“We have to protect her, too. Drake’s ‘Duke’ and his friends are after Jayden, too.” Uncle Max says and luckily Nate asks the very question that was going through my head at that moment.
“But why?”
~Natalie~
“Because she’s one of us, a hybrid. Somehow, they’ve already found out about that. Brigitte will be leading them right too us, but it’s probably for the best. At least we can help her, ” Dad replies to Nate’s question but that doesn’t explain why he’s being the way that he is. Not to mention, how would this three year old little girl be a hybrid? And who exactly is Zan? God, I’ve had this like crush on Zan but now this entire thing is confusing me and I don’t know quite how I see things.
“Do you have any brothers or sisters?” My dad asks as he looks toward Drake. “Anybody-else we need to protect?”
"What the fuck did you call my Jayden, Max? A hybrid of what? Who would want to hurt her and why are you calling her one of us? We aren't one of you. Jayden's my family. If some one wants to hurt her WE will deal with it." Dominique begins to blow up with anger.
"Jayden is my family, too," Dad begins and I look over at him, confusion knitting my brows as I look at all of them.
I tell Dominque, firmly although I'm wondering what the right words to explain all this would be. There probably aren't any.
"A long time ago, before any of you kids were born, before I was married, I had a child, a son. I had to give him up for adoption so I could keep him safe. Or at least, that's seemed to be the best choice at the time. I never knew what happened to him until today." I draw in a deep breath, dreading what I was hearing. How could they keep this from us? "It's not a co-incidence that his name is Zan. He's my son. It was the name his mother gave him. She named him after me."
I start shaking my head without realizing it as I step away from my parents. "I know a lot of people have claimed to be his father, but I was able to prove it in a way nobody can fake."
"Zan is your brother and Jayden is my grand-daughter." How could my father do this to us? How could Mom and Dad keep something like this from us? And… eww I’d had a crush on my own brother! God, I had been tempted to throw myself at him as any other groupie would have!
"As for being a hybrid, Dominique -- you should ask your mom."
“You sick bastard. What the fuck is wrong with you? Are you fucking crazy?” Dominique ends up yelling after hitting my dad. I make no move to interfere with the girl. I simply watch as she moves in with a second fist and I hate to admit to myself that I feel as though that should have been me doing that.
Uncle Michael ends up drawing her away. “What kind of fucking crazy person gives up their own fucking son? I don’t care if he is your god damn son. He isn’t your fucking family and neither is Jayden. Zanny didn’t need you then and he sure as hell doesn’t need you now.”
“Not a crazy person,” Dad ends up replying as he removes his hand showing the healed nose. “Just a kid who was afraid. I was only seventeen. The Air Force was already after Zan. I was terrified that they were going to get him. I didn’t even want to think about what would happen then. As far as I could tell, he was fully human. It seemed like the best way to protect him.”
So what about us? How did we fit in to this whole protection thing? I can’t keep from thinking the questions but I really don’t know how to say it.
“… but what about us? Natalie and me? Did you … did you want to give us away, too?” Nate asks me and I reach my hand out for my brother, unable to keep from feeling as though I’m being torn in two directions with this entire situation.
“No, of course not,” Dad responds and places a hand on both of our shoulders, I can’t stop the urge to pull away and I do. Moving back so that I’m still close enough to show support for my brother but far enough so my dad knows that I’m not just remaining calm about this.
“I didn’t want to give Zan away, either. It was the hardest thing I’d ever done and I knew I couldn’t do it again. By the time you two were born, I was older, married. There was no sign that the Air Force or the FBI were still looking for us. Micah was already born and we’d been able to keep him safe. I thought your mom and I could keep you safe, too.”
“So, when were you going to tell us, Dad!? Were you ever going to tell us we had an older brother!? How could you keep something like that from us!?” I glance over at mom my eyes misty with tears, “How could either of you keep that from us!? What, we’re old enough to know about our hybrid status, but we’re not old enough to know that somewhere out there we had a brother?! I’m a fan of my brother… I…”
I turned to look at Drake then, feeling bold and slightly reckless. “Drake. Show me what you showed Uncle Michael and Micah. I want to see what we could be facing.” I step toward him and he simply holds his hand up shaking his head. “I mean it.”
“Sorry, no way in hell am I showin’ you shit.”
"Why not?"
"Not happening, that's all."
Ava finally appears ready for my message when another woman enters the room and interrupts. Just as well, I’m not about to say everything in front of these people. Surprise runs through me when Ava actually introduces me to the woman Liz as her nephew. That wasn’t why I came to find her. I don’t need anybody but it still sounds kind of strange having someone considering me family.
"They're dead now and the people who killed them are apparently after all of us now." Max adds in and I can’t keep from feeling as though he’s being an idiot speaking so easily about this especially when I have a feeling that Dominique doesn’t really know everything about who and what she is.
Ava’s phone ring and she answers it, hanging up after a moment only to turn on the nearby television and bringing up a news report. Three days ago there was a vicious attack on a nanny in London. The police say that they have never seen anyone killed in such a manner and refuse to enclose any information. The nanny (whose name the police refuse to give out until the family is notified) worked for club manager Brigett Abney. Brigett runs the very popular club The Matrix which is said to be owned by members of the band Alienation.
Abney is also in an on again, off again relationship with the infamous lead singer of the band Alienation, Zander Grey.----At this point the newscaster shows pictures that were obviously taken by a tabloid photographer, Zan and Brigett shopping in Paris, Zan and Brigett hugging in what looked to be a airport terminal, and the last picture was one taken a few years ago, with Briggett pushing a baby carriage and Zan looking very young (he was about 16) following behind her.----
The police don't actually know who is responcible for the murder but they speculate the murderer might have actually been after Abney and Grey's 3 year old daughter, Jayden...
"Brigett's on her way here with Jayden." Ava says as she turns off the T.V. Rather quick. I glance over toward the girl Anya and the other girl who seems to be rather confused.
“Zan has a daughter?” Max questions and I can’t keep from laughing.
“Of course he does. Everybody knows that,” Nathaniel ends up adding, “I mean, they never comment about it but people know.”
“Well forgive me for not being obsessed about news about the band. I’m not a teenaged fanatic.” Max gets defensive and I can’t keep from wondering just why that would be. This was proving to be both interesting and yet boring. I could really use some alcohol about now.
~Micah~
Zan has a daughter!? I don’t know how to respond or even what to think with that news. I do wonder whether someone should go after him to let him know what’s going on. And somehow, I don’t know why, but I want to be the one that goes to find him. I want to be there for him. However, things begin to get even stranger as the discussions continue.
Dominique seems angered as she questions, "So how long until the bitch and my Jayden gets here?"
"She said a few hours and I want you to play nice with her no matter what." Ava tells her and I can’t keep from thinking that she doesn’t look like she’ll want to play nice with this girl.
Ava takes out some pictures and starts showing them to Max for some reason and I begin to feel like there is something I should be realizing by now. "This is the most recent one."
"She's adorable," Max replies as he looks through them almost reverently.
“We have to protect her, too. Drake’s ‘Duke’ and his friends are after Jayden, too.” Uncle Max says and luckily Nate asks the very question that was going through my head at that moment.
“But why?”
~Natalie~
“Because she’s one of us, a hybrid. Somehow, they’ve already found out about that. Brigitte will be leading them right too us, but it’s probably for the best. At least we can help her, ” Dad replies to Nate’s question but that doesn’t explain why he’s being the way that he is. Not to mention, how would this three year old little girl be a hybrid? And who exactly is Zan? God, I’ve had this like crush on Zan but now this entire thing is confusing me and I don’t know quite how I see things.
“Do you have any brothers or sisters?” My dad asks as he looks toward Drake. “Anybody-else we need to protect?”
"What the fuck did you call my Jayden, Max? A hybrid of what? Who would want to hurt her and why are you calling her one of us? We aren't one of you. Jayden's my family. If some one wants to hurt her WE will deal with it." Dominique begins to blow up with anger.
"Jayden is my family, too," Dad begins and I look over at him, confusion knitting my brows as I look at all of them.
I tell Dominque, firmly although I'm wondering what the right words to explain all this would be. There probably aren't any.
"A long time ago, before any of you kids were born, before I was married, I had a child, a son. I had to give him up for adoption so I could keep him safe. Or at least, that's seemed to be the best choice at the time. I never knew what happened to him until today." I draw in a deep breath, dreading what I was hearing. How could they keep this from us? "It's not a co-incidence that his name is Zan. He's my son. It was the name his mother gave him. She named him after me."
I start shaking my head without realizing it as I step away from my parents. "I know a lot of people have claimed to be his father, but I was able to prove it in a way nobody can fake."
"Zan is your brother and Jayden is my grand-daughter." How could my father do this to us? How could Mom and Dad keep something like this from us? And… eww I’d had a crush on my own brother! God, I had been tempted to throw myself at him as any other groupie would have!
"As for being a hybrid, Dominique -- you should ask your mom."
“You sick bastard. What the fuck is wrong with you? Are you fucking crazy?” Dominique ends up yelling after hitting my dad. I make no move to interfere with the girl. I simply watch as she moves in with a second fist and I hate to admit to myself that I feel as though that should have been me doing that.
Uncle Michael ends up drawing her away. “What kind of fucking crazy person gives up their own fucking son? I don’t care if he is your god damn son. He isn’t your fucking family and neither is Jayden. Zanny didn’t need you then and he sure as hell doesn’t need you now.”
“Not a crazy person,” Dad ends up replying as he removes his hand showing the healed nose. “Just a kid who was afraid. I was only seventeen. The Air Force was already after Zan. I was terrified that they were going to get him. I didn’t even want to think about what would happen then. As far as I could tell, he was fully human. It seemed like the best way to protect him.”
So what about us? How did we fit in to this whole protection thing? I can’t keep from thinking the questions but I really don’t know how to say it.
“… but what about us? Natalie and me? Did you … did you want to give us away, too?” Nate asks me and I reach my hand out for my brother, unable to keep from feeling as though I’m being torn in two directions with this entire situation.
“No, of course not,” Dad responds and places a hand on both of our shoulders, I can’t stop the urge to pull away and I do. Moving back so that I’m still close enough to show support for my brother but far enough so my dad knows that I’m not just remaining calm about this.
“I didn’t want to give Zan away, either. It was the hardest thing I’d ever done and I knew I couldn’t do it again. By the time you two were born, I was older, married. There was no sign that the Air Force or the FBI were still looking for us. Micah was already born and we’d been able to keep him safe. I thought your mom and I could keep you safe, too.”
“So, when were you going to tell us, Dad!? Were you ever going to tell us we had an older brother!? How could you keep something like that from us!?” I glance over at mom my eyes misty with tears, “How could either of you keep that from us!? What, we’re old enough to know about our hybrid status, but we’re not old enough to know that somewhere out there we had a brother?! I’m a fan of my brother… I…”
I turned to look at Drake then, feeling bold and slightly reckless. “Drake. Show me what you showed Uncle Michael and Micah. I want to see what we could be facing.” I step toward him and he simply holds his hand up shaking his head. “I mean it.”
“Sorry, no way in hell am I showin’ you shit.”
"Why not?"
"Not happening, that's all."
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~Liz~
Whatever I might have imagined could come next, nothing could prepare me for what does... A simple phonecall, which then releases information of a somewhat dramatic nature to say the least. I squeeze automatically as he speaks, because I can 'feel' the shock and tension, but I don't take in the words for a moment. He's a grandfather...
The meaning of his words dawn on me as Ava's daughter - Dom - seems to get more than a little rilled. As he begins to speak, opening up to the kids about things which happened so long ago now, I close my eyes, remembering... This is so hard for him I know, because I feel it too... And then the words which I know by that time is coming, as I open my eyes, meeting Max's gaze, I swallow and reach again for his hand.
Max...a grandfather... My first reaction has something to do with what it makes me, except it doesn't does it... Zan isn't my son, he was Tess', and from the look of it, to an extent, has been Ava's perhaps, but not mine... There's a part of me which wonders what would have happened all those years ago had Max decided differently...?
What would have happened had he kept Zan, would we still be together...? I'd like to think yes, because I can hardly bear to think about my life without him, but still...
I wouldn't have walked away, that much I know, but I also know things would have been difficult, and for starters, my parents would have been less than encouraging... They were bad enough as it was, although I think they had come to realise how much he meant to me, but to have put a child into that mix too...
But that's all gone and past, things are done, and over, we can't change the choices we made...
And then, suddenly, I'm drawn back to earth with a dump as Dominique launches herself at Max, hitting, punching, and I can't do a thing about it except watch in horror, covering my mouth with my hand as Michael finally manages to pull her off him and then moving quickly back towards Max, reaching up to touch his face, a look of concern in my eyes.
Max tries again to explain, and I can feel the anguish he feels over what happened and I share it...
The other kids are understandably upset too, and as Natalie starts demanding more answers, I shake my head slowly, trying to form the words I want to say in my head before speaking. "What Max did was the bravest thing as far as I'm concerned, and that's not because I didn't want Zan around..." I pause a moment to look at Max. "I'd have been there whatever he decided..." I say, and although I'm still addressing the others, my words are aimed mainly at Max, as I let him know something I never actually said at the time...because I didn't want to influence his decision and in truth, I don't know if I realised it myself until just now, but I know it's true...
Swallowing, I move slightly closer to him, and turn back to Natalie now, my heart breaking as I saw the tears in her eyes. "I know you're angry honey, but please try and understand that we were trying to do what was best. And we were trying to do the same when we didn't tell you... Maybe we were wrong, but when you were younger we kept thinking it would be better to do it when you were older, when you could understand more, and more recently...well...there never seemed to be the right time..." I shake my head again. "I know that sounds like excuses, but it's the truth....and what's also the truth is that we didn't know it was Zan... Your grandfather arranged the adoption and neither your father or I had any knowledge of where he had gone...we just hoped he was safe and happy... I'm sorry honey...
~Liz~
Whatever I might have imagined could come next, nothing could prepare me for what does... A simple phonecall, which then releases information of a somewhat dramatic nature to say the least. I squeeze automatically as he speaks, because I can 'feel' the shock and tension, but I don't take in the words for a moment. He's a grandfather...
The meaning of his words dawn on me as Ava's daughter - Dom - seems to get more than a little rilled. As he begins to speak, opening up to the kids about things which happened so long ago now, I close my eyes, remembering... This is so hard for him I know, because I feel it too... And then the words which I know by that time is coming, as I open my eyes, meeting Max's gaze, I swallow and reach again for his hand.
Max...a grandfather... My first reaction has something to do with what it makes me, except it doesn't does it... Zan isn't my son, he was Tess', and from the look of it, to an extent, has been Ava's perhaps, but not mine... There's a part of me which wonders what would have happened all those years ago had Max decided differently...?
What would have happened had he kept Zan, would we still be together...? I'd like to think yes, because I can hardly bear to think about my life without him, but still...
I wouldn't have walked away, that much I know, but I also know things would have been difficult, and for starters, my parents would have been less than encouraging... They were bad enough as it was, although I think they had come to realise how much he meant to me, but to have put a child into that mix too...
But that's all gone and past, things are done, and over, we can't change the choices we made...
And then, suddenly, I'm drawn back to earth with a dump as Dominique launches herself at Max, hitting, punching, and I can't do a thing about it except watch in horror, covering my mouth with my hand as Michael finally manages to pull her off him and then moving quickly back towards Max, reaching up to touch his face, a look of concern in my eyes.
Max tries again to explain, and I can feel the anguish he feels over what happened and I share it...
The other kids are understandably upset too, and as Natalie starts demanding more answers, I shake my head slowly, trying to form the words I want to say in my head before speaking. "What Max did was the bravest thing as far as I'm concerned, and that's not because I didn't want Zan around..." I pause a moment to look at Max. "I'd have been there whatever he decided..." I say, and although I'm still addressing the others, my words are aimed mainly at Max, as I let him know something I never actually said at the time...because I didn't want to influence his decision and in truth, I don't know if I realised it myself until just now, but I know it's true...
Swallowing, I move slightly closer to him, and turn back to Natalie now, my heart breaking as I saw the tears in her eyes. "I know you're angry honey, but please try and understand that we were trying to do what was best. And we were trying to do the same when we didn't tell you... Maybe we were wrong, but when you were younger we kept thinking it would be better to do it when you were older, when you could understand more, and more recently...well...there never seemed to be the right time..." I shake my head again. "I know that sounds like excuses, but it's the truth....and what's also the truth is that we didn't know it was Zan... Your grandfather arranged the adoption and neither your father or I had any knowledge of where he had gone...we just hoped he was safe and happy... I'm sorry honey...
My fics:
Dreams and Reality
Reality Revealed
Family Connections
When Love and Loss Collide
When Friendship and Love Combine - New!
If Only...
The Important Thing
Home for Christmas
I Knew Him Before (PB fic)
Love Always...
The First Time Around - New!
Dreams and Reality
Reality Revealed
Family Connections
When Love and Loss Collide
When Friendship and Love Combine - New!
If Only...
The Important Thing
Home for Christmas
I Knew Him Before (PB fic)
Love Always...
The First Time Around - New!
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Ava
Everyone sortof splits off in there own little groups. Max and Liz trying to explain things to there crowd and me trying to explain things to Dominique. And then my damn phone starts ringing again. I look at the caller ID and sigh in releif when I see Danny's number pop up. Maybe he's bringing Zan back. However after a short conversation with him I realize its just the opposite. Damn.
I close my eyes and breath deeply for a moment before turning to the others. "Zan got arrested. Assault on a police officer. He's at the police station."
This is not good. That's a felony in the US. I'm not sure we can buy his way out this time. And he's got a record and a Juvy record. That won't look good at all.
Any means in your horizon
Heaven in a tourniquet
The after life to keep your eyes on
bitter pill you take you take today
With expert levitation forward,
polished to the nth degree,
it takes it's smile from every children,
you take the beating.
Zan
As of this moment I don't really recall what happened. The bar was getting really crowded. The police came to get people to leave. Someone pushed me in the rush and I turned around and swung and now I'm in a jail cell. Apparently it wasn't any cop I hit but the fuckin' sheriff....Sheriff Valenti. Now why does that name sound familiar?
"You have quite a record Mr. Grey." he says from the other side of the cell. "Battery and Assault when you were 13 when you attached a classmate. Shoplifting at 14 and...Prostitution at 15? That charge never fell through how did you manage to get out of that one?" he asks.
"Gave the cop a blow job. Will that work here too?" I say and then I start giggling because the whole situation is just too funny and I am really high and drunk just makes it funnier. When I finally stop laughing, something finally hits me. "I thought Juvy records were sealed when you turn 18."
My adult record isn't nearly as bad because I bought my way out of everything and I could have swore those records wouldn't come back to bite me in the ass.
"I have my ways." Is all he says, "Listen, son, is there anybody I can call for you or would do you want to call someone and let them know where you are?"
I think back to the last time Ava had to get me out of a bind like this..."This is the last time I get you out of jail Zan. Do you understand? No more."
"No there's no one." I finally say and I turn away and put my head in my hands in an attempt to keep my head from spinning. The Sheriff walked off and a few minutes later I hear more footsteps but I don't look up when the cell door opens.
A deputy is apparently putting another person in the cell with me. Great just what I needed. I finally look up when a pair of shoes come into my line of vision. Just Fuckin Great. Its the asshole from the restaurant the one that tried to hit me. And look at that he looks as drunk as I feel. Just great.
"Hello, pretty boy." he says and I get a very bad feeling about this. Guys like me definitely shouldn't be in jail.
ooc: We're going to say that Hanson moved away to take another Sheriff job and Jim took his old job as sheriff back.
Everyone sortof splits off in there own little groups. Max and Liz trying to explain things to there crowd and me trying to explain things to Dominique. And then my damn phone starts ringing again. I look at the caller ID and sigh in releif when I see Danny's number pop up. Maybe he's bringing Zan back. However after a short conversation with him I realize its just the opposite. Damn.
I close my eyes and breath deeply for a moment before turning to the others. "Zan got arrested. Assault on a police officer. He's at the police station."
This is not good. That's a felony in the US. I'm not sure we can buy his way out this time. And he's got a record and a Juvy record. That won't look good at all.
Any means in your horizon
Heaven in a tourniquet
The after life to keep your eyes on
bitter pill you take you take today
With expert levitation forward,
polished to the nth degree,
it takes it's smile from every children,
you take the beating.
Zan
As of this moment I don't really recall what happened. The bar was getting really crowded. The police came to get people to leave. Someone pushed me in the rush and I turned around and swung and now I'm in a jail cell. Apparently it wasn't any cop I hit but the fuckin' sheriff....Sheriff Valenti. Now why does that name sound familiar?
"You have quite a record Mr. Grey." he says from the other side of the cell. "Battery and Assault when you were 13 when you attached a classmate. Shoplifting at 14 and...Prostitution at 15? That charge never fell through how did you manage to get out of that one?" he asks.
"Gave the cop a blow job. Will that work here too?" I say and then I start giggling because the whole situation is just too funny and I am really high and drunk just makes it funnier. When I finally stop laughing, something finally hits me. "I thought Juvy records were sealed when you turn 18."
My adult record isn't nearly as bad because I bought my way out of everything and I could have swore those records wouldn't come back to bite me in the ass.
"I have my ways." Is all he says, "Listen, son, is there anybody I can call for you or would do you want to call someone and let them know where you are?"
I think back to the last time Ava had to get me out of a bind like this..."This is the last time I get you out of jail Zan. Do you understand? No more."
"No there's no one." I finally say and I turn away and put my head in my hands in an attempt to keep my head from spinning. The Sheriff walked off and a few minutes later I hear more footsteps but I don't look up when the cell door opens.
A deputy is apparently putting another person in the cell with me. Great just what I needed. I finally look up when a pair of shoes come into my line of vision. Just Fuckin Great. Its the asshole from the restaurant the one that tried to hit me. And look at that he looks as drunk as I feel. Just great.
"Hello, pretty boy." he says and I get a very bad feeling about this. Guys like me definitely shouldn't be in jail.
ooc: We're going to say that Hanson moved away to take another Sheriff job and Jim took his old job as sheriff back.
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*Nathaniel*
Mom steps forward and tries to explain. It’s not enough. I really don’t get the way she’s talking like it was all Dad’s decision. Didn’t she have a say in what happened to our brother too? Her son? I know dad usually gets his way -- maybe something to do with the whole ‘king-thing’ or something, but Mom always has her say. I can’t imagine her just sitting back on something like that.
I’m about to ask something about that when Dad starts talking again. He looks at Natalie, seeming particularly sad, probably because of the way she pulled away from him. Not that I blame him a bit. I’m really glad she’s still holding my hand.
“You’re right. It was wrong not to tell you,” Dad says. “Like your mom told you, we’d meant to. As soon as I realized who Zan was, I knew I’d have to tell you today but I never would have wanted you to find out like this. Especially in front of everyone.” He bites his lip and looks down for a moment, as if embarrassed. He looks up a split second later and goes on. “Look, there’s a lot you should know but this really isn’t the place. I promise to give you all the details you want when we have some privacy.”
I narrow my eyes, jutting out my chin as I look at him. I’m sure it’s a long and convoluted story but it won’t change the end result. He gave my brother away. I’ve read about him. I know as much about Zander Gray as anyone. I’ve always been equally envious and sorry for the guy. Now I know he could have been my brother, raised here in Roswell. Would he be anything like he is now, if he had been?
I squeeze Natalie’s hand. “…Okay. But we want the whole story, and soon!”
I don’t even notice that Ava’s on the phone again until she raises her voice to make an announcement. “Zan got arrested. Assault on a police officer. He’s at the police station.”
*Max*
I’m not a all sure how I’m going to explain things to my kids. What Tess did. Killing Alex. Mindwarping me into having sex with her. In all practical sense, I was raped. It’s not an easy thing to remember or to talk about. I put a hand on Liz’s shoulder now. We had some really rough times when it first happened, but she’d come around and has supported me in almost everything I did. I don’t know what I ever did to deserve her.
Thankfully, Nathaniel agrees to table the discussion until we have some privacy. I look too Natalie, hoping she’ll say the same. She usually takes her brother’s lead but she’s often surprisingly independent.
Suddenly, Ava interrupts with news about Zan. Arrested?
“Damn,” I swear. This is definitely not good. “Is Valenti on duty today?” I ask to nobody in particular. I only hope so. This is going to be very tricky.
“I’ll go get him,” I promise Ava, although I suspect she’ll want to come, too. “Liz, unseal the door for me, would you please?” I ask.
Turning to Michael, I say. “Keep an eye on Drake. I'm not sure we're done talking to him.” It’s his ‘almost-son’ after all so it seems reasonable.
Anticipating Drake's objection, I add, "You say you want to go find 'Duke.' My guess is he's on his way here following Jayden anyway. You might as well wait here in Roswell for him."
With that, I head for the door to the alley, getting my keys out of my pocket as I go.
OOC – I’m thinking that Nate, Nat and Liz might ride with Max and they can talk on the way – or maybe it would be Max and Ava. What do you guys think? I don’t want to leave Zan alone there for too long.
Mom steps forward and tries to explain. It’s not enough. I really don’t get the way she’s talking like it was all Dad’s decision. Didn’t she have a say in what happened to our brother too? Her son? I know dad usually gets his way -- maybe something to do with the whole ‘king-thing’ or something, but Mom always has her say. I can’t imagine her just sitting back on something like that.
I’m about to ask something about that when Dad starts talking again. He looks at Natalie, seeming particularly sad, probably because of the way she pulled away from him. Not that I blame him a bit. I’m really glad she’s still holding my hand.
“You’re right. It was wrong not to tell you,” Dad says. “Like your mom told you, we’d meant to. As soon as I realized who Zan was, I knew I’d have to tell you today but I never would have wanted you to find out like this. Especially in front of everyone.” He bites his lip and looks down for a moment, as if embarrassed. He looks up a split second later and goes on. “Look, there’s a lot you should know but this really isn’t the place. I promise to give you all the details you want when we have some privacy.”
I narrow my eyes, jutting out my chin as I look at him. I’m sure it’s a long and convoluted story but it won’t change the end result. He gave my brother away. I’ve read about him. I know as much about Zander Gray as anyone. I’ve always been equally envious and sorry for the guy. Now I know he could have been my brother, raised here in Roswell. Would he be anything like he is now, if he had been?
I squeeze Natalie’s hand. “…Okay. But we want the whole story, and soon!”
I don’t even notice that Ava’s on the phone again until she raises her voice to make an announcement. “Zan got arrested. Assault on a police officer. He’s at the police station.”
*Max*
I’m not a all sure how I’m going to explain things to my kids. What Tess did. Killing Alex. Mindwarping me into having sex with her. In all practical sense, I was raped. It’s not an easy thing to remember or to talk about. I put a hand on Liz’s shoulder now. We had some really rough times when it first happened, but she’d come around and has supported me in almost everything I did. I don’t know what I ever did to deserve her.
Thankfully, Nathaniel agrees to table the discussion until we have some privacy. I look too Natalie, hoping she’ll say the same. She usually takes her brother’s lead but she’s often surprisingly independent.
Suddenly, Ava interrupts with news about Zan. Arrested?
“Damn,” I swear. This is definitely not good. “Is Valenti on duty today?” I ask to nobody in particular. I only hope so. This is going to be very tricky.
“I’ll go get him,” I promise Ava, although I suspect she’ll want to come, too. “Liz, unseal the door for me, would you please?” I ask.
Turning to Michael, I say. “Keep an eye on Drake. I'm not sure we're done talking to him.” It’s his ‘almost-son’ after all so it seems reasonable.
Anticipating Drake's objection, I add, "You say you want to go find 'Duke.' My guess is he's on his way here following Jayden anyway. You might as well wait here in Roswell for him."
With that, I head for the door to the alley, getting my keys out of my pocket as I go.
OOC – I’m thinking that Nate, Nat and Liz might ride with Max and they can talk on the way – or maybe it would be Max and Ava. What do you guys think? I don’t want to leave Zan alone there for too long.
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ooc: That sounds good to me.
AVA
Max heads off the get Zan and I am releived that for once someone else can clean up Zan's messes. I think it would be better for Max to get Zan by himself anyway. But I don't think leaving Drake with Michael is such a good idea.
"Liz, we are staying at the Tumbleweed." I know its a bit of a dump but I figured if the guys got to partying the damages couldn't be too bad. I hand her my card with my cell phone number on it. "When you talk to Max again tell him we are in rooms 7 and 8."
I then turn to Michael, "I'm taking Drake with me." I say. I've got alot I want to ask him and not all the awnsers I want said in front of anyone else. It's not that I don't trust Max's group its just some stuff is personal.
AVA
Max heads off the get Zan and I am releived that for once someone else can clean up Zan's messes. I think it would be better for Max to get Zan by himself anyway. But I don't think leaving Drake with Michael is such a good idea.
"Liz, we are staying at the Tumbleweed." I know its a bit of a dump but I figured if the guys got to partying the damages couldn't be too bad. I hand her my card with my cell phone number on it. "When you talk to Max again tell him we are in rooms 7 and 8."
I then turn to Michael, "I'm taking Drake with me." I say. I've got alot I want to ask him and not all the awnsers I want said in front of anyone else. It's not that I don't trust Max's group its just some stuff is personal.
OOC -- I don't know if Natalie or Liz or any others (maybe Micah?) will be coming along with Max, but Nathaniel definately will. Just write yourself in if you want to be there.
*Max*
I take out my cell phone as I open the car door. Opening my contact list, I call Sheriff Valenti. The phone's still on its first ring as I shut my door and I hear another door open. "Heh. I figured you'd be coming along. Is Dominique with you?" I ask, before I look around. When I do, I'm surprised to see that it's Nathaniel, not Ava. "Nat?"
"I'm coming with you," he says simply, buckling up.
Before I can comment, the phone is answered. I pop it into the hands-free cradle and start to drive. "Jim, it's Max. I understand you have Zander Grey down at the station."
"How did you know that?" Jim asks, sounding surprised. When he goes on, his voice is almost amused. "Or maybe I shouldn't ask."
"Nothing like that. Someone called to report it to his manager and I was there," I explain. "Listen. I need your help. Just make sure he's okay until I get there."
"Max, he's fine. Nothing wrong that a little time won't cure. I'm sure his fans will get over it if he misses his concert date."
"I'm not worried about his fans or the concert. It's more the structural soundness of your station. We'll talk more when I get there. Just watch out for him, okay?"
With that, I hang up. Looking over, I see that Nathaniel is staring at me. "What? Are you just gonna bail him out?"
"I don't know what I'm going to do. He's not human, like I thought. He has powers and I'm guessing he doesn't know anything about controling them."
"Hmmph!" Nathaniel snorts as I mention Zan's powers. "I figured that much out."
"What?" I ask, not understanding.
"When he jumped me and he made my nose bleed. He didn't hit me, Dad. He was holding my wrist and my nose just started to bleed!"
"Well," I say, pinching my lips together. I think I'd guessed that but I hadn't the time to think it through. "That's certainly against the rules." Nathaniel knows what I mean. We don't use our powers in public except to help people and then only if we can disquise what we do. Using our abilities to hurt people just isn't allowed. People who are angry and suspicious cause problems. I hope Zan hasn't done that often.
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*Max*
I take out my cell phone as I open the car door. Opening my contact list, I call Sheriff Valenti. The phone's still on its first ring as I shut my door and I hear another door open. "Heh. I figured you'd be coming along. Is Dominique with you?" I ask, before I look around. When I do, I'm surprised to see that it's Nathaniel, not Ava. "Nat?"
"I'm coming with you," he says simply, buckling up.
Before I can comment, the phone is answered. I pop it into the hands-free cradle and start to drive. "Jim, it's Max. I understand you have Zander Grey down at the station."
"How did you know that?" Jim asks, sounding surprised. When he goes on, his voice is almost amused. "Or maybe I shouldn't ask."
"Nothing like that. Someone called to report it to his manager and I was there," I explain. "Listen. I need your help. Just make sure he's okay until I get there."
"Max, he's fine. Nothing wrong that a little time won't cure. I'm sure his fans will get over it if he misses his concert date."
"I'm not worried about his fans or the concert. It's more the structural soundness of your station. We'll talk more when I get there. Just watch out for him, okay?"
With that, I hang up. Looking over, I see that Nathaniel is staring at me. "What? Are you just gonna bail him out?"
"I don't know what I'm going to do. He's not human, like I thought. He has powers and I'm guessing he doesn't know anything about controling them."
"Hmmph!" Nathaniel snorts as I mention Zan's powers. "I figured that much out."
"What?" I ask, not understanding.
"When he jumped me and he made my nose bleed. He didn't hit me, Dad. He was holding my wrist and my nose just started to bleed!"
"Well," I say, pinching my lips together. I think I'd guessed that but I hadn't the time to think it through. "That's certainly against the rules." Nathaniel knows what I mean. We don't use our powers in public except to help people and then only if we can disquise what we do. Using our abilities to hurt people just isn't allowed. People who are angry and suspicious cause problems. I hope Zan hasn't done that often.
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Jim's POV
I watch through the two way mirror as the kid paces back and forth like a tiger stuck in a cage at the zoo. It was a good thing Max called me because as soon as I went to check on him I realized he was fighting with a cell mate. We arrested the other guy for public drunkenness and someone put him in the same cell as the rock star.
After pulling him off of Grey I took the young singer into the interrogation room to wait for Max. It was then I noticed the kid was definitely not winning the fight. His lip was spilt and the mesh shirt he had on had been tore to pieces. And was that a bite mark on this shoulder? The button on his pants had also been torn off so he was literally holding them up. I gave him one of my flannel shirts which he looked at with disgust for a second before putting it on and thanking me. The shirt I gave him looked huge on him and made him look even younger.
He finally stops pacing and sits down at the table before folding his arms and laying his head down. I could have done a drug test and alcohol screening, God knows the boy is high as a kite and drunk-not to mention underage, but I just felt sorry for him. Even if he did take a swing at me in that crowded bar. The boy was arrested for prostitution at 15 for God's sake. I probably shouldn't have dug up those files but I was curious about him.
There is just something very familiar about him. I can't place it but its there. And Max calling was not a coincidence. "Sheriff, Mr. Evans is here.” one of my deputies tells me.
"Lead him back here." I say still looking through the two way mirror at the boy who seems to have fallen asleep. I know this kid and it’s driving me crazy not being able to place him. Maybe Max will have some answers because I certainly have a lot of questions.
OOC: Jim is still a secondary character and can be used by anyone, I just wanted a way to move Zan and get Jim's POV on things.
I watch through the two way mirror as the kid paces back and forth like a tiger stuck in a cage at the zoo. It was a good thing Max called me because as soon as I went to check on him I realized he was fighting with a cell mate. We arrested the other guy for public drunkenness and someone put him in the same cell as the rock star.
After pulling him off of Grey I took the young singer into the interrogation room to wait for Max. It was then I noticed the kid was definitely not winning the fight. His lip was spilt and the mesh shirt he had on had been tore to pieces. And was that a bite mark on this shoulder? The button on his pants had also been torn off so he was literally holding them up. I gave him one of my flannel shirts which he looked at with disgust for a second before putting it on and thanking me. The shirt I gave him looked huge on him and made him look even younger.
He finally stops pacing and sits down at the table before folding his arms and laying his head down. I could have done a drug test and alcohol screening, God knows the boy is high as a kite and drunk-not to mention underage, but I just felt sorry for him. Even if he did take a swing at me in that crowded bar. The boy was arrested for prostitution at 15 for God's sake. I probably shouldn't have dug up those files but I was curious about him.
There is just something very familiar about him. I can't place it but its there. And Max calling was not a coincidence. "Sheriff, Mr. Evans is here.” one of my deputies tells me.
"Lead him back here." I say still looking through the two way mirror at the boy who seems to have fallen asleep. I know this kid and it’s driving me crazy not being able to place him. Maybe Max will have some answers because I certainly have a lot of questions.
OOC: Jim is still a secondary character and can be used by anyone, I just wanted a way to move Zan and get Jim's POV on things.
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