(A/N) I do not own the warrior heir. This takes place two weeks fallowing the siege of Trinity (ya know the big battle at the end of the Dragon heir. This story will be told from varying viewpoints. Changing view points as I see fit. Usually when I post fan fiction it's not a priority but I am making this one a priority that means I will be using spell check and taking more time with the chapters and trying to really write them well so R&R PLEASE!
Becca looked at the sleeping form, whose head rested in her son's lap. It had been two weeks since the battle and since she'd discovered whom her son really was. Ellen was still recovering. Who'd have thought, that her Jack could actually be… her thoughts trailed off at that point. She was thinking about a million things at once but was not able to grasp any of them. She sighed and then she smiled while pushing a strand of hair out of her eyes that were now looking her son right in the eye.
"What?" he asked, almost sarcastically.
"Nothing, I just can't even begin to grasp…." She paused momentarily and Jack nodded understanding. "I'm just glad everything turned out alright." Jack nodded again, after which his eyes returned to Ellen.
"So am I mom, so am I. We lost Jason but I think he went the way he wanted to go at least." He stopped, trying to choose his next words wisely.
"It's going to be weird, ya know having dad around again. I can't believe he and his girlfriend…"
"Wife now," said his mother chiming in.
"Right, well whatever she is, I can't believe they're moving down here, next door to us, I mean he has got some kind of nerve to think that he can just waltz back into this town and…" Jack stopped at that point and shock his head as his face reddened from the anger that had been building up since the first time his fathers sudden plan had been brought to his attention.
"Well, there are a lot of houses up for grabs right now, you know why. But not many of them are in one piece."
"Yeah, I know"
"Are you going to tell him?"
"Really mom? Really? You don't seriously think? That I would ever even consonsider; I can't believe you just asked that.
"Well, he is your father. Don't you think he has the right to know, before…" her voice trailed off.
"Before another band of wizards try to completely level Trinity? Hopefully that will be a good long while. Well now that I think about it maybe knowing the truth would send him and that whore back to whatever rock they crawled out from under." Stated Jack, with emphasis on the whore part.
"JACK WATCH YOUR LANGWADGE!!!!!!!!" Said his mother, trying not to laugh. "Well at least finally got married, besides I thought you'd be glad to meet…uh…err…you know your… um… siblings." stated his mother, who was quite obviously still in the process of trying to wrap her mind around the situation.
Jack rolled his eyes and shook his head. As if trying to keep Ellen indoors after a battle while trying to recover from his own injuries wasn't enough, his dad had chosen last week to suddenly revel the fact that Jack had siblings. Two in fact who were twin sixteen year olds. One boy and one girl. Jack scowled, his fathers timing could not have been worse. He was supposed to meet them all for diner that night at the dinner. He hated leaving Ellen alone.
She and Will had both been staying at his house while Wills house was having work done on the roof. Will was in the one of the guest bedrooms' while Ellen was in the other. He didn't mind having her there or Will either for that matter. He and his friends Will and Fitch and the rest had kept each other close, while trying to recuperating from the battle that could have very easily been the end of all of them. They all mourned Jason and Nick (A/N I'm pretty sure nick died of old age a few days after the battle right?) but at the same time rejoiced in the fact that no one else had been lost.
Ellen mermerd something in her sleep, stirring slightly. Jack elementally touched his hand to her forehead to make sure her fever had not returned. He let out a sigh of relief after discovering that it had not. He began stroking her hair gently finding that his anger was slowly melting away. She could do that to him so easily.
Her eyes slowly fluttered open and she sat up, only to curl up into Jack's welcoming arms, resting her head where his shoulder met his neck, before closing her eyes again; with one of her hands placed on Jacks' chest.
Becca found that she could not tear her gaze away from her son and the girl he held, protectively in his arms. He was a much better man than his father. He would never dream of harming Ellen physically or emotionally. She would probably be her daughter-in-law before too much more time passed. Becca chuckled slightly thinking about how cute their kids would be. Hopefully she wouldn't have grandchildren before they tied the not. They weren't currently engaged yet, the key word they're being yet. They are the last know warriors and they were in love. Jack had mentioned that Ellen could have killed him once, and Becca was curios as to what the details were on that whole a fare, but it probably would be better if she let things calm down a bet before she went prying. She definitely did not want Jack to start keeping secrets again and prying was definitely the right way to get him to clam up.
Jack looked down at the girl he held in his arms. She looked so defenseless, so breakable. But she wasn't, not Ellen, not ever. She only ever looked venerable in her sleep and that scarcely ever happened.
The grandfather clock chimed, startling Jack and waking him from his thoughts suddenly. It startled Ellen as well, more so than Jack, because she hoped up and acted as though she were going to unsheathe the waymaker from it's scabbard, but in finding it was not there, she began to blush profusely.
"Just the clock." Said Becca in a quiet caring, and reassuring voice. The last few months' events had left their toll on everyone. At Becca's words Ellen took a seat next to Jack on the couch.
A crocked smile played across Jacks' lips.
"Shut it Jack." Said Ellen elbowing him in ribs playfully.
"Ow" Jack said very sarcastically. It actually did hurt slightly, on the count of the fact that Jack was much more banged up than he cared to admit to the public. The public being anyone other than herself.
"That didn't hurt." Replied Ellen, while laughter danced in her brown eyes. Jack winked at her, with his crooked grin still clinging to his lips.
"Well Jack you'd probably had better get going." Said his mother, hating to interrupt their moment but he really didn't need to keep his father…and "company" waiting much longer.
"Yeah I would hate to miss…. That little (insert insult of choice here) fondling dad and his little bastards."
"JACK WHAT DID I JUST TELL YOU ABOUT WATCHING YOUR LANGWAGE!!!!," his mother half shouted at him.
"Sure what ever." Replied Jack dryly. I'll try to keep it in check while I'm in front of the bit…
"JACK!"
"Ok, ok. I'll go change my shirt and then go."
Said Jack in his slightly defeated tone as he headed upstairs. Ellen had only met his dad once, and it wasn't really a conversation. She hadn't liked him though. Being the skilled warrior that she was, she knew how to read people somewhat easily and quickly. She did not pick up any good vibes from him.
"He really hates him doesn't he?" Said Jacks mom, breaking the moment of silence. It was more of a statement then a question really but Ellen felt that it was generally directed toward her so she felt inclined to answer her anyway.
"I don't think Jack hates anyone who isn't in league with the Roses." She paused a moment and then said in the most understanding voice possible "I think he feels discussed by what his father did and for the last few years he has been able to physically fight threw his problems but he is going to have to fight this differently and I think that's what he's frustrated about. Also he's still feeling the battle, he doesn't show it but emotionally he's a wreck, he hated killing all those people even though he knew he had to do it. He'll be ok once he can start training again, it's not natural for a warrior to stay out of the field for this long of a time." Public speaking, even when it was just Jacks mom was not something she had ever been fond of, much less good at, but hey she should get brownie points for trying right? Ellen thought to her self.
"I didn't think about that."
Ellen just shrugged as she noticed Jack coming back down the stares. He was wearing a white tank top that had BAMF stamped across the chest in red along with his leather jacket. It was a little breezy out but not cold. Ellen knew the real reason for wearing it though. He was sure to have a knife up is sleeve and he probable had a dagger hidden away in his right boot.
He looked good. He always did though. The smile he had worn earlier was long forgotten on his features and now he wore a series expression. The expression that he wore before a fight.
"Don't wait up guys." Said Jack as he looked back over his shoulder on his way out the door.
(A/N) - that is so much fun to put there!!! I feel so official!!!!!!!! Hey how do you get a beta reader? If anyone has read my story before they know how badly I need one. PLEASE REVIEW!!!!! (the song that never ends is now playing in ur head!) It will stop only if u review!!! Cuz people I really did use spell check!
