Author's Notes: This is my contribution for the fanfic challenge for Nujeen Mustafa started on Forbidden Love and cross-posted here.

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"I knew it! I knew I should have gone with him! The bad, bad man got my Elvis!" The woman's high pitched ramblings broke Celeste's concentration once more.

Celeste Perrault reached over laying a hand on Susan Banks', grasping her fingers in comfort and solidarity. She understood the woman's agitation, had faced such in this life over her daughter, Alexandra and her son, Cameron, but because Alexandra's essence like Elvis' was tied to a man such as Stefano, she was often in fear for their lives. At least now, Celeste need not worry over her daughter anymore. Pushing aside the grief that always came when she thought of Alexandra she turned to soothe her friend.

Susan Banks had turned up on her doorstep a few months ago ranting and raving about Elvis being in danger. The overwhelming feeling, that if she did not help that blood and death would follow, filled her and so she had aided the woman that she was sure shared the 'intuition' as she did. It was merely a feeling for there was no radar that informed her of those who shared the gift, but Celeste suspected that Susan's gift was far more subtle and as a child she most likely had been told she was crazy or silly or imagining things as Celeste herself was told, so the woman ascribed names to the beings they both saw, those with evil intent were vampires, those filled with goodness were angels. It was a simple assignation for a complex thing.

"I promise Dahling, Elvis is not with Stefano. He believes, as do they all that Elvis is dead."

"My poor boy, he would have been if I did not do it." Susan muttered, nervously wringing the handkerchief between her fingers.

"Yes, he would have been, but you pulled off a coup, Susan. Elvis is well, safe. I promise you."

"Then where is he?"

The slight creak as the door opened caused Johnny to turn toward it. He hadn't been sleeping, the dream, waking him up from his slumber as it has had since his dad…

"Allie?" He called though he knew it was her.

"Yeah, it's me." She confirmed as she closed the door and slid into the bed beside him, both of them looking to the ceiling.

"You had it too," she said, more statement than question because she wouldn't have snuck into his room otherwise.

The dream had been plaguing them both for weeks, ever since, that night. Johnny didn't want to think about that night, the night when… it caused a funny feeling in his chest and made his face feel hot and his eyes burn, like he was going to cry. He didn't want to cry. He had to be the man of the house like his dad had been… was… Like his dad was going to be when he got back.

"Yeah, I had it too." He answered quietly

Allie turned toward him, her mouth set in a frown and Johnny thought that sometimes she looked so much like mom.

"Are we going to tell mom? She would believe us. Mom always believes us."

He knew it too. Their mom was the best, a little crazy sometimes (with the way her and dad were always kissing, yuck!), but the best. She always listened to what they had to say and was always willing to play with them. She was a great mom. Except now she was also sad. They all were, since his dad had… gone away. He preferred to think of it that way, his dad was on a vacation.

"She's been sick," Johnny confided in his sister and when he saw her answering nod, he knew she had seen it too. "I don't want to make her worry. So I'm going to get him back."

"What? You can't get Daddy EJ by yourself! You don't know how to catch the bus or speak Spanish or anything."

It was true. He didn't really know the language of this new place his mom had brought them to. He and Allie had just started learning numbers when they left Salem, but he was determined, "I can do it, Allie. I have to. I have to get our dad back. Sydney keeps crying for him and Mom doesn't smile anymore and you, I know you want to cry, too, but you don't!"

She lifted her eyes back to the ceiling, blinking a lot, willing away the tears he just spoke of.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, for he hadn't meant to make her cry.

"So when?"

"Tomorrow."

"I'm coming with you."

"No! You have to stay with mom so she doesn't worry. You have to keep Sydney safe and help her. I'll bring him back Allie, I promise. I'll bring our dad back."

She nodded, snuggling down and Johnny welcomed the company. He was scared, but he had to do it. Everyone was depending on him.