Before I start I just want to say that this is my first Faeriewalker Series fanfiction, so bear with me ;) also although I have read the whole trilogy, I haven't read the third for a while so if my information is incorrect, please inform me (Though some are purposefully different)! Follow, favorite and review please! Thank you!

-Quick prologue-

After the whole deal in Faerie I decided to help my mom get settled back in America. Unfortunately, as soon as I began packing, she began drinking. She wouldn't go to Al-Anon, so I called Kimber. I had told her that I would be back soon but with my mom's issues, I've been in America for four months. My conversation with Kimber was short, as she had the same ideas that I did. Although it makes me seem like a bad daughter, I don't want my mom's kidneys to fail. I waited until my mother was hammered and she passed out. She's a bloody mess when she does that. I carried her limp body to the car, I know I'm not daughter of the year but what could I do? Anyway, I ended up taking her to a rehabilitation center where she can live. I visited her everyday until I broke the news.

"Hey, mom," I began, sitting next to her in bed.

"Dana."

"I'm sorry you have to be here, are they treating you okay?" I tried to calm her.

"They're treating me like a perfect psycho. I still don't understand why I'm here," I sighed and closed my eyes, calming myself.

"Okay."

"That's it? Okay?"

"Mom, I'm leaving." I decided to just be blunt and put it out there.

"What do you mean?"

"I'm going to live in Avalon. The only thing keeping me here is you. My friends, my family, my boyfriend... All live in Avalon," I stood and stared at her, she sniffed and looked away.

"Fine, but remember that you're the one who put me in here. Everything that happens to me is on you."

With that comment, we hugged stiffly and I left without looking back.

-End of prologue-

"Yeah, yeah, Dad. I'm boarding the plane now. Don't tell anyone I'm coming," I hold the phone to my ear with my shoulder as I stand in line for the plane.

"Okay, come to my house and we can talk, you can stay here," he says, his voice slightly muffled. I can just imagine him drinking his morning tea, the flight from New York (where my mother and I have until recently lived) to London is at four in the morning, meaning it's about nine in London.

"Okay, see you then. Gotta go, my plane is boarding."

"Okay, get some sleep, Dana. I love you," although I know that he loves me, he's not very open about any feelings.

"Love you too... Bye," I reply and shut off my cell before heading into my coach seat.

My nervousness about seeing everyone again is soon gone when I doze off.

I get through customs (much easier than last time) and am driven to my father's house, where I knock on the door and wait a moment before I sense the protection spells being lowered. My father and his protection.

"Dana," my father smiles and we shake hands: as I said, he's not very affectionate. He helps me with my bags and the walk to the living room is silent.

"How was your flight?"

"Fine, if a bit early for my liking."

"Would you like some coffee?"

"Is it instant?" I chuckle and he looks a tad modest.

"Yeah."

"Well that's okay because I packed my coffeepot and my favorite Folger's blend," I smile and gesture at my suitcase.

"Well let's make some, honestly those things always confused me how they work," he smiles and takes the pot and coffee grounds out of the bag and walks into the kitchen. I chuckle at his antics and pull the filters out, following him.

"Show me how this works," He's set the pot onto the counter and plugged it in.

I briefly explain about the slow drip process and how to put in water, the filter and the grounds.

"Wow, how long does it take?"

"A while..." I sigh and begin to smell the hot aroma of brewing coffee.

"Okay, come sit with me and tell me what happened while you were with your mother, Finn is on his way for extra protection. Maybe you can even start self-defense with Keane!"

My groan of vexation amused my father very much.