I don't own anything yadda yadda because if I did they wouold have a whole lot more fun and be really tired... there would probably be therapy involved.

Hey guys, this is just a short one. Many of the chapters may be a bit short I tend do a lot of time gaps, whether it be a few hours or months. I tend to break my chapters up at these points so some chapters are going to short. This story is going to be large so bare with me please, much of the beginning is Mai fitting in I swear there will be action and things blowing up later on... lots of it. Also if you are trying to place this is the cannon time line she arrives just after episode one of season four, right after the replicators on Thor's ship. I figured Hammond would give them some time off after that FUBAR mission.

Simaira watched as the woman walked up and gave Jack a hug before they started talking. She watched as she started eating her ice cream.

"This isn't Cassandra is it?"

"No Sarah she isn't, um."

Simaira stood up and offered her hand.

"Simaira."

"Sarah," she shook the girl's hand, "So what are you doing here with Jack?"

"I'm his daughter." The woman's face lost its smile and she turned on Jack.

"Daughter?"

"Look Sarah can we talk about this later, Simaira just got in today…"

"How old is she." Sarah hissed.

"Fifteen," Simaira offered, "Not that it is any business of yours."

"Considering I was his wife I think it makes it my business."

"I know who you are Sarah. I also know for a fact that you were not together when I was conceived and are most definitely not together now so this make me and anything regarding to me none of your business. I'm sorry that you got divorced, I'm sorry that you lost your son but I will not stand here and allow you to make a scene, or attempt to make my father feel guilty for the fact that I exist." Sarah was taken aback by being spoken to so firmly by a teenager. Her expression turned even harder.

"Now you listen to me you little…"

"Sarah!" Jack growled.

Simaira picked up her bag and her ice cream.

"If you will excuse us, Dad I'm felling quite tired mind if we go home now?"

"Sure." Jack stood up and nodded to Sarah.

"You have my number," he said walking past the gobsmacked woman. Simaira knew it wasn't over and could still feel the woman seething all the way out of the shopping centre. Once they were in the car Jack turned to her.

"What they hell was that?"

"She was going to cause a scene and I personally wasn't in the mood and I doubt you were either."

"I seriously doubt that,"

"I could feel it." Jack paused reaching for the ignition.

"Pardon."

Simaira sighed, she really didn't want to have this conversation now, she was tired and her brain hurt from the many minds on the plane and then the shopping centre.

"You know I take after ama yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Well among those things I'm an empathy."

"But your mum needed physical contact to get anything."

"Mostly true yes, but one of my animaes is the Gryphon so my empathy rating is off the chart."

"Gryphon, really?" The look on his face was a mix between impressed and terrified.

"Yep."

"Huh." He then started the truck and pulled out of the car park.

"So that explains the gloves then." Simaira smiled.

"Yeah, I have quite the collection."

"So… I know it is rude to ask but animae's?"

"I have four guardian animaes and a shifter's animae."

"Ok." Jack was obviously waiting for an explanation. Mai rolled her eyes and sighed again starring out the window as they drove home.

"My shifter's form is the snow leopard. Abba was so happy when I came out my room that morning. He wasn't so impressed three days later when I still hadn't taken humanoid form again." Simaira's smile turned sad, she missed her grandfather terribly. He was the only one in her family who didn't make her feel like a freak, even her mother had looked down on her, jealous of having a daughter with more power than her. She had been loved, but spent her life trying to be something she wasn't.

"I can imagine, so I need to buy you a really big scratching post then." Simaira swatted him on the arm and glared. He just laughed.

"I am also a guardian, but all four of my animae's are of legendary status."

Jack's brow furrowed.

"Those are pretty rare aren't they? I mean most guardians only have one animae let alone ones of legendary status."

"True. The Gryphon, like I said makes me empathic, the beak is a little annoying though. The phoenix gives me pyro kinetics, the siren the ability to 'influence' other's most powerful through my voice also gives me a great singing voice and affinity for music."

"Remind me not to piss you off." Jack grinned at her and tapped the steering wheel waiting for her to continue.

"and…"

"The dragon, well two forms of it, one is similar to a water wyrm the other is the standard sort of celtic style dragon."

Jack thought for a moment.

"So how does the fire breathing work?"

"I don't actually breathe fire it is more like an acid that happens to be highly flammable depending on how I expel it. It's kind of like a venom sometimes, also means I can teleport… well kind of."

"Dare I ask?"

"Well I can teleport myself."

"But not other things?"

"Well inorganics yes, we had a dog once," Jack cringed not sure he wanted to know how the story ended.

"I know he arrived safely… I just don't know where."

Jack laughed again as they pulled into the drive.

"Home sweet home."

The house was somewhat as she expected it to be. But in some ways not. She had seen the homes of her mother's bachelor team mates this was not quite like that. It was homey, the lounge had a large flat screen tv but the couches looked comfortable. There were photos on the mantelpiece above the fire and pictures on the walls. It wasn't cluttered but didn't feel cold like some of the bachelor pads she had seen.

The kitchen was clean and homey, and the oven and stove looked relatively new. And thanks to the goddess there was a dish washer, Simaira hated washing dishes, it's why she cooked most of the time. She was shown up the stairs leading from the kitchen/dining to her room which to her surprise really was big enough for the large wooden door frame she had picked out. There was also a large wardrobe against the wall which would easily hold her clothes, not that she had brought that many. There was even a desk under the large window.

She did notice the blind that has been recently installed behind the curtains and raised an eyebrow.

"I haven't done the rest of the house yet but I figured if we closed them then you could walk around as yourself without having to worry about anyone seeing."

"You don't have to do that," she said, oddly touched by the gesture, he was taking the fact she wasn't human very well and as of yet hadn't made her feel like a freak.

"I know. Although I think I may have to invest in some fire extinguishers."

She turned to look at him to find an amused expression on his face. She poked her tongue at him as she opened her violin case making sure it had survived the trip. A quick inspection proved that it was unscathed, she then checked the fiddle Tank had made for her.

"What the hell is that?"

"What?"

"Poke out your tongue again." Simaira blushed, she had forgotten to take out the tongue stud.

"Umm, it's a tongue stud."

"And why do you have a tongue stud?"

"It has a tracker in it. They rarely check for tongue jewlery when searching for transmitters."

"Why the hell do you need a tracker?"

"Just in case, there are organisations that like to grab shifters and kyn children."

Jack nodded understandingly and dropped it, much to her relief. He then showed her the bathroom and she nearly purred at the size of the bath, a large wrought iron monstrosity that was well and truly large enough, she could almost swim in it. He showed her the laundry, which was down in the small basement. The yard outside was large and well maintained, the fence backed onto a reserve of some kind and Simaira scented the air, the reserve was full of wild life and the cat in her was ready and raring to hunt.

She cleared her throat, embarrassed when she realised she had zoned. Jack was watching her carefully.

"Happen often?"

"Not usually."

He raised an eyebrow.

"Richard didn't let me hunt, or even be myself in the house, it has been a while."

"Just as long as you don't go bringing blood into the house or getting caught, I think people might notice a snow leopard."

"What makes you think anyone would see me." She gave him a cheeky grin as they turned and walked back inside.

"Besides it isn't hunting season."

"Hunting laws only apply to weapons, I'm hardly going to use a gun." Jack flinched at the idea of her using a gun. She gently reached out and caught a brief wave of panic. She mentally kicked herself. Good one Mai give him the image of you with a gun in your hand. Idiot.

"We need to talk about that."

Jack ran his hand though his hair and went to the fridge grabbing a beer. Mai sighed and reached around him for a coke. Jack sat down at the table and waited for her to settle herself.

"Look I have several guns in the house, they mostly remain in the safe. I do keep one in my room in case of emergencies…"

Simaira raised her hand.

"I know how to use guns."

"You do?"

"Yeah ama and the boys started teaching me when I was about eight. I have used most hand guns as well as higher calibre and automatic's. I know how to clean, assemble and field strip most of those that I have used."

Jack's shoulders sagged in relief.

"I still don't want you touching them."

"Yes, sir." Simaira agreed quickly, normally she would argue that she knew what she was doing but given what happened with Charlie she wasn't going to push it. She expected that Jack was going to be overly protective at times but for the moment she had no problem with it. It was a nice change.

"You know don't you?" he asked in a quiet voice.

She nodded and fiddled with her can. He just nodded and took another swig of his beer.

"So, how's school?" Mai rolled her eyes before she started regaling him with the joys of living at and attending one of Britain's most prestigious boarding schools.