Sorry if this chapter seems a bit rushed, it won't happen with the rest, I just really wanted to set the scene.

She sat in the centre of the bed, her eyes glued to the door. Her gaze was unwavering, her thin arms wrapped tightly around her knees, the bones of her legs digging into her chest. Her dark brown hair curtained either side of her face, making her grey/light blue eyes seem to glow. Her small frame was shaking violently.

She could hear the talking in the living room, words of hatred towards her. The voices were that of her mother, the woman who birthed her, and her step-father. They were both disgusted with her, she who dared to be abnormal. It was her mother's and her father's fault. Her grandfather had had the ability to turn invisible, which her mother had not inherited, though the aunt she had never met had inherited the gift. The young six-year-old was like her aunt in the way that she could turn invisible, but her mother, who was prejudice to all Abnormals, did not know that the man she was dating, the man who impregnated her, was an Abnormal with the ability of high education.

The door banged open and in stormed a tall blond, well-shaven man. He towered over the child easily, which made her shaking in fear increase. The man looked at her with hatred in his eyes before growling. "Why are you naked?" When she didn't answer he lunged at her, knowing the answer already.

She jumped up, though the moment she moved she disappeared from view. She quickly ran around her step-father as he flailed around wildly, trying to strike her. She stayed low, realising he wasn't expecting that if his current movements were anything to study. She made it out of the room with little effort and crept into the living room to get to the front door.

"The freak did it again!" yelled her step-father, running out into the main room. "Lizzie, she's invisible."

Lizzie ran in from the room, looking around before she hurled a vase that was sitting on the wall table near the doorway between the kitchen and the living room. Her eyes were ablaze as she watched the piece of porcelain smash against the wall. There was truthfully no resemblance between this crazed women and the little girl who ducked the projectile, turning invisible from the shock.

The young brunette stared at her mother in a crouching position, her eyes wide with disbelief. As her mother gave a howl of anger and began to throw anything within reach, she turned invisible again and ran to the door, throwing it open with such force that it bounced off the wall and slammed closed after she had made it through.

She could hear the yells of her parents as they rushed out the door, trying to find her. She remained out of sight for several blocks before stopping in an alley. Her breaths came in pants as she looked for clothing. Finding nothing, she stayed to calm her breathing before venturing into a 24 hour store. She quickly stole a shirt that would be large enough to cover her before making her way back into the alley.

She had been planning to leave for weeks. The violence had been escalating for a few months and she feared for her life. The only problem was: she had nowhere to go. She had no friends, and the only family she knew of was an aunt she was never allowed to see, and a father who she had never met. Her mother had discovered that he was an Abnormal before she had realised she was pregnant. She left him and journeyed to America to get away from him. The only thing the little girl knew of her father, besides his abnormality, was that he was British, like her mother.

With little else she could do, the young child settled down on old newspapers in a cardboard box she had found, and went to sleep.

It was a few months before anything happened in which to change her situation. Six months after escaping her house with nowhere to go, she was sneaking down the street, invisible, looking for someone to steal money off of, or even food. She had became extremely efficient with stealing, only a small number of people actually feeling her take something, but turning to see no one and therefore dismissed it.

However, with one man, she slipped up. She had been reaching for his jacket pocket when he moved, his shirt having lifted when he scratched his side. Her hand missed the jacket and slid across his stomach, into a pouch near his belly button. She withdrew her hand sharply but he caught her wrist inconspicuously and started dragging her behind the building they were standing near.

When hidden from others, he slammed her against the wall, being smart enough not to let her go, knowing it would be too easy for her to make her escape. The pain from the force wrenched a scream from her lips. However, she remained transparent, so he repeated his actions until she removed her camouflage. Upon seeing she was a little girl he let go of her shoulders and shrugged off his jacket.

She landed in a crouch, her torso hidden by her legs. She shook visibly from fear as the man put his jacket over her shoulders.

"Hey," he spoke softly, crouching down.

It was only then that she noticed he was in his late-twenties to early thirties, with light brown hair, green eyes and a dirty face.

"I'm Benny, I'm an Abnormal too." He smiled kindly, lifting his shirt. "I have this pouch. That's what your hand went into. What's your name?"

She stayed silent for a few moments, her brown hair, which was a handful of shades darker then his, almost black, curtained in front of her face. Finally she spoke, her one word barely above a whisper. "Prudence."

The man smiled wider, securing his jacket around her form. "Are you from around here, Prudence? Where's your family?"

"Britain!" she yelp. "My father is in Britain."

Benny sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. He had a feeling he knew the answer to his next question, but he asked it anyway. "Do you know your father's name?"

Prudence shook her head, tears in her eyes, which made the silver stand out that much more. "I know he is an abnormal."

"Well that's a start." Benny thought for a moment before taking a deep breath. "I have an idea, stay here." He walked a short distance away and pulled a mobile out of his pocket. He dialled a number and waited until the other person answered. "Helen, hey, I was hoping we could rearrange our drop off plans. You're in England, right?... Good, can I take it straight to you?... I have another Abnormal, who won't go to any other but Britain... Believe me, Helen, it's worth the two plane tickets." He looked over at Prudence, who was digging through his jacket pockets, looking for food. "She's one of the cuties little Abnormals I've ever seen... excellent, see you soon."

He walked over to her, making her stop her search and look up at him guiltily. "Good news, we have two plane tickets for Britain. Bad news, you don't have a passport, but your invisibility will help that. Let's get you some clothing, and food."

Prudence nodded, standing up and letting Benny's jacket unfold, reaching her knees. She buttoned it up, hiding her naked form. She followed Benny into a clothing store in which he allowed her to pick out a white dress and s few pairs of underwear. After they were purchased, she ran behind the building to put them on, handing back Benny's jacket when she was done.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome." Benny smiled again, putting his hand on her shoulder and leading her to a take-away shop to buy her food.

Prudence stayed in the run down building Benny was occupying whilst he collected the Abnormal that he was to transport in his pouch. She felt safe with her knew and only friend, but she still wished to meet her father. It was for this reason that she was anxious for Benny to return, which he did around noon.

They had already gone over the plan of how to get through the airport without Prudence having a passport. She was to turn invisible, and sneak onto the plane, Benny would then quickly duck into the bathroom on the plane and put clothing there for Prudence, who would wait until they were in the air before changing and taking her seat. She was also to reprogram the computers to believe her seat was accounted for so that they would not sell it to another believing she had missed her flight.

Their plan worked, with little hassle. The man at the computer had been a heavy set human bean which had made it difficult to get at the devise, but she had managed, focusing on the thought of reaching her father. She did realise that she did not know anything about him, which would make it difficult, but she did inherit an abnormal ability off of him, and she hoped the Sanctuary that Benny had told her about could help.

The process was repeated with getting off the plan, except that she did not turn visible again. She had explained to Benny that she did not have full control and sometimes, when scared, or shy, her power would either not work, or not turn off, which was the case in this situation.

They took the car the Sanctuary had sent and arrived within their gates half-an-hour later. Prudence was in awe as she walked through the foyer, undetected by anyone. She saw two people walking to greet them and quickly slowed her steps so there was little chance of them running into her. She noted that they both had brown hair, though the woman's was lighter then the man, which was almost the same shade as her own. They both had the straight posture and British accents one would expect in the country, as well as something else to their character, something older than their appearance. The women looked as though she was in her early to mid-thirties, whilst the man was older, and Prudence noticed, only living through the contraption strapped to his chest.

"What do you have for us, Old Chap?" questioned the man, looking at Benny as he smiled warmly.

From his pouch, Benny removed a cylinder made entirely of metal. "Your little lizard baby, still in stases." He handed the vessel to the man with ease.

"You mentioned another Abnormal, one of great interest to us," spoke the woman, studying her friend with a slight smile, as though she believed he may have embellished as to why he needed a second seat to England. "Or is it a girlfriend?"

"No, no," chuckled Benny, waving her off. "To young and sweet for me." He noticed that the other male's jacket moved slightly and realised Prudence was up to her old tricks. She never was good at telling him her need. Just as the older man felt her presence and swung out of instinct, Benny spoke up. "I think she's hungry."

There was a slight yelp and the patter of feet seconds later, making the two British born adults look at Benny in confusion.

"I didn't hit anything," exclaimed the ill man in bewilderment.

"Prudence, it's alright," spoke Benny, looking around the room for something he could not see. "Dr Watson was simply frightened. He and Dr Magnus won't hurt you, they are just confused. Show them who you are. No one can deny your beautiful face."

The three adults waited, counting the heart beats before Helen gasped, looking at a little girl who had just appeared, huddled in the corner near the staircase. "James," she whispered, indicating the child. "She has invisibility."

"That is impossible," breathed the man, slowly advancing.

"Apparently not." Helen looked at Benny before speaking again. "Where did you find her?"

"She found me," explained the American man. "She was trying to pick-pocket because she was hungry... much like why she was picking your pockets. Prudence missed and got my pouch. I'll admit I roughed her up a bit before she turned visible."

"Why is she here?" Dr Watson questioned, still edging closer to her. When he noticed that she was crawling as far into the corner as she could, he crouched down, holding out his hand. "I won't hurt you."

"She said her father was here. She doesn't know his name though." Benny ruffled his hair before leaning towards Dr Magnus, whispering in her ear. "I've seen bruises on her skin, I think her family used to beat her."

"James," said the woman, addressing her friend. "Perhaps Benny should talk to her."

James moved away, allowing the younger man to move forward. Benny crouched down much like James had and held his hand out. "Honestly, Prudence, you're so shy." He took the young girl's hand when she moved close enough. "We'll get you some food."

As she stood, her hand still in Benny's, she turned invisible. She then started tugging on the man's jacket, too shy to talk.

"Why is she invisible again?" asked Dr Magnus.

"She's naked," stated Benny, going over to his travelling bag and pulling out a slightly dirty white dress and a pair of underwear. He handed Prudence the clothing, who put them on before turning visible again.

"Hello," greeted Dr Magnus, bending over and putting her hands on her knees. "I am Doctor Helen Magnus, and this is Doctor James Watson," she indicated the man beside her who smiled kindly, "Who are you?"

"Prudence," whispered the child before rubbing her stomach. "I'm hungry."

Helen chuckled as James smiled wider, the whole time studying her. His had noticed that Prudence had a British accent, suggesting that she had an English mother as well as an English father. Her stance, and lack of control on her ability, which was a defensive ability, supported Benny's theory of abuse. She was thin, malnourished and by the fact that, instead of saying something, she had at first tried to steal food suggested that she was never readily giving food. His hazel eyes locked with her silvery-blue ones, making him stop in shock.

The crackling texture of her iris, resembling coral, the dark ring around the iris, making her light coloured eyes that much more prominent. There was also a spark, mainly smothered by her hard time, but still there. These aspects reminded him of only one man, his dear friend, Nigel Griffin, but it was something else about her eyes that stunned him. She was studying him, profiling him, just like he was her. She had been studying him since she had entered, assessing the risks, noting the exits, judging whether, with her abilities, if she could escape.

"Helen," he spoke as they started down the hall, taking Prudence to the infirmary to check for signs of abuse. "Prudence is a profiler. She has been evaluating us since she entered, and she has Nigel's eyes."

"We'll do a DNA test," whispered Helen, shooting a look at the little girl walked besides Benny, her hand in his. She looked in her eyes quickly before nodding, seeing what James did. She then used one of the comm. Systems to ask someone to bring food to the infirmary.

When they were in the infirmary, Benny lifted Prudence onto a bed before stepping aside, allowing the two doctors to take over. They both moved towards her tentatively. Helen started preparing a needle and other medical equipment she would need whilst James sat in a chair next to the bed.

"You do not mind me sitting here, do you?" he asked, waiting until the child shook her head before going on. "You have a British accent... did you grow up here for a short time?"

"No," admitted Prudence, watching what Helen was doing. "My mother and father are both British, my step-father isn't though."

Helen gave Prudence a kind smile. "Do you know anything about your father?"

When Prudence just stared at her, James spoke up. "Does he have dark hair like you and me, or lighter hair?"

"I don't know." Prudence shrugged. "My mother has blonde hair. But she said once that my eyes are the same as my grandfather's. She wasn't happy about that."

"Why not?" James tested her trust by reaching out and taking her hand, rubbing his thumb along the back soothingly. "Does she not like your grandfather?"

"He is a freak, like my father and I," explained the brunette child. "She didn't inherit grandfather's invisibility like me, and I inherited my dad's ability too."

"Your father is an Abnormal?" James leant forward, realising that they may have a lead to whoever is her father.

"Yes." Prudence looked at Helen as she grabbed her arm, a needle poised.

"I am just taking blood so..."

"So that you can compare my DNA to any in your Abnormal database to find my father, whilst also running tests to try and comprehend the extent of my powers." When the adults looked at her oddly, she elaborated. "My dad's ability is above human intelligence, as well as being able to control ones thought patterns to the point of recognising minuet details that link together for a full result."

"She's a genius," translated Benny, leaning against an unoccupied bed with his arms crossed.

"Well, can I take some of your blood?" Helen asked, giving the girl a smile of reassurance.

"Very well."

"I also want to give you a check up, and an x-ray. The men will leave the room for that." An Abnormal with a tray of food walked in, halting Helen's words. "Thank you," she said the four handed man before she addressed Prudence again. "James is going to ask you some more questions to that we have something to work with if DNA check turns up nothing."

The two doctors stood, looking at the x-rays they had obtained from Prudence. It was clear she had had her legs and one arm broken on multiple occasions. The check up Helen had done also had proven abuse, with bruises, large and small, healing on Prudence's skin. They both looked grim as they contemplated just what the small six-year-old had gone through simply because she was different.

"She confessed to me that her mother beat her whenever she used her abilities, which also means whenever she scored full marks on a test at school." James sighed, rubbing his brow. "Have we at least obtained some good news for the poor girl, such as who her father is?"

"Uhhh, yes," confessed Helen in a hesitant voice, making James look at her. "Our assumption that Nigel was her grandfather was correct by the way. And we did find a match in the Abnormal database of who her father is. I was also able to find her birth certificate in Britain's birth and death records. She was born here, to one Elizabeth Griffin, Nigel's eldest daughter."

"Excellent," exclaimed James, before frowning. "Who is her father though?"

"James." Helen sighed before opening Prudence's file and hesitantly giving it to him. "Lizzie lied to you. Her last name was not Jones, it was Griffin."

"I am her father," gasped the man, looking at the results with wide eyes. "Prudence is my daughter."

Helen gave him a few moments to process his discovery before she spoke up. "You should go talk to Prudence. Tell her. She's a lot like you."

James took a deep breath, nodding his head, before he walked into the infirmary to find Prudence, sitting on the bed, reading the first edition of Moby Dick. As he studied her now, with his added knowledge, he could see what he had missed before. She was intelligent, a profiler no less, had his dark hair, had his mother's button nose, his full lips in a feminie form, and his ears.

He walked forward slowly, watching as she looked up with eyes identical to his dear friend's. James took a deep breath before drawing up to the side of the bed. He smiled kindly before opening his mouth. "May I sit with you?"

"Alright." She marked her page and sat the book down next to her, moving over so that he could sit on the bed as well. "Did you find my father?"

"Ahh, yes," he admitted, watching the young girl's face light up. "We have confirmed our suspicions that your grandfather is an old friend of Helen and myself. His name was Nigel Griffin, and he could turn invisible much like yourself. Well, your father... I knew your mother as Lizzie Jones. I didn't know she was pregnant when she left me for being an Abnormal." He had talked in a slow voice, trying to say it the best way possible that allowed Prudence to know he didn't leave her. He took a deep breath. "I am your father."

There was silence that seemed to stretch on before Prudence spoke in a timid voice. "Now what?" At James' befuddled look she went on. "I am not dense, I realised before attempting contact with my father that there was a large chance he did not want me. I simply had to try for anywhere was better than where I was. If you wish me to leave, I will, all I request is that you give me time to find suitable accommodations."

James stared at her in wonder, not being able to believe what he had just heard. A six-year-old girl, willing to live on her own. "Just because I did not know of you does not mean that I am not pleased. I always wanted a daughter... if you were a boy this conversation would be awkward but I am pleased you are here, and I do not wish for you to leave."

"Really?" Prudence's eyes shone with excitement, the spark that had been dulled suddenly flaring into life, as a smile spread on her lips.

"Really," confirmed the old man, smiling. "Now, you should get some sleep. I will have a room for you tomorrow." He touched her shoulder, not knowing what else to do, before he walked back out of the room. He allowed himself a moment of anger. Anger at Elizabeth for keeping Prudence from him, and anger at what Elizabeth had done to the poor girl. It was over in seconds, being dissipated by the memory of his daughter's smile. She was overjoyed to be with him, to be accepted by him. He was going to make certain he raised her well, and only showed her love.
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