A/N: This was originally going to be a one-shot…but the wheels in my head are turning, so we'll see what else I can add to this brilliant fandom. I'm sorry in advance if this is similar to anyone else's ideas, but canon is sometimes like that.

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Acceptance

Chapter 2 (12 years later)

Sebastian was filing away paperwork as usual, reeling from days past as he tried to ignore the dull pain his injuries would bring as he walked. His superior officers all advised him to take leave, but he refused, claiming that they needed him, which they did not doubt. He was always on edge now, though very good at hiding it, his real reason for staying to protect the vampires, and maybe even find something on Michael. He recognized his own anxiety, it having somehow carried over from when he and his wife had been hiding her "infection." He never wanted to call it such a thing, and keeping up the façade was weighing down on him some, but it was nothing he couldn't handle, having something to fight for again. Even with all this uncertainty and disloyalty to his own work force, it felt good to be fighting for something that actually mattered.

As he started down the hallways to the cubicles, he kept his ears open for anything on Lycans. Days ago, he'd made sure that the parking garage incident was rightfully blamed on Antigen, but left out every detail on Selene, her daughter, and David. So far, no one had proved him wrong, which was something to be hopeful for. But even with such glimmers of hope, he knew he wouldn't be able to keep this up forever. As long as he and Selene were careful, they might be able to be unnoticed by the law for a time, maybe just enough time.

He was wary, looking for Lycans everywhere, a bit paranoid that he could not identify them while they were in their human forms as quickly as Selene or David could. He knew he wasn't safe, Lycans having their suspicions about him. At least, he thought they did. David told him to be very careful just a few days ago at a planned check in, warning him that the Lycans were investigating as well and could smell a traitor from a mile away. That, he did not dare to doubt.

Just as he was about to enter the elevator to the garage, he heard two men talking quietly amongst themselves.

"Subject 0 should still be within city limits. We had an anonymous call just minutes ago saying that they say a blue skinned creature prowling the rooftops."

"He'll run out of energy if he doesn't feed, but if he feeds, his cover will be blown."

"We're sending out a team as we speak. There's nowhere he can run."

Sebastian stepped into the elevator without displaying his inner caution. He needed to contact Selene immediately, but there was no real way as to how. Their plan was to check in every three days, and he had one more day until they would meet. If he found Michael now…the thought was empowering. If only he knew of a specific place.

A thought hit him as he reached his car, remembering the bloody detectives' coat that Selene had left behind. It was in his trunk, which was not wise, but he'd honestly forgotten about it until now. If a Lycan could smell a traitor from a mile away, than a Hybrid should be able to smell his mate from farther a distance.

…

Selene watched from the shadows as her daughter sat at the bottom of the stairway of the safe house, staring up as if at someone, but no one was there. She knew of her desire to search for Michael, though at this point, it was too dangerous. Selene would much rather go searching by herself, but knew it to be unfair as well as unsafe. She did not doubt that her daughter was skilled, but what skill she had was raw and untamed. She would have to train, which should be easy, knowing that she would be able to teach her many things about being a vampire. Still, the knowledge that she was ignorant about the type of Hybrid that both Michael and her daughter were would set them back, the way of the Hybrid being something only Michael could teach her.

She needs you, too. Selene allowed her mind to wander.

Never before had she regarded her own life with such importance, knowing that if she died, her daughter would be lost to the world-unless she found Michael. Michael had been the one to make her want to live a real life; to make her want to fight for their freedom and even peace between species, but her daughter had been the one to convince her that she had to live if only to protect her; if only to love her.

The young hybrid turned her head, having known Selene to be standing there this whole time. She could sense it without even having used their connection. She did not mind in the least, privately enjoying any semblance of attention she received from her mother.

"I've decided on a name for you." Selene said, her tone bordering on bluntness, not having talked for some time. She could not shake the feeling that the sentence sounded odd as it came out of her mouth, like she was naming a pet or something. Her daughter was unfazed in that sense, but grew attentive instantly. The young hybrid was surprised, wanting a name, but the desire having was pushed back with her much stronger desire to go out and find her father. She watched as Selene came closer and sat next to her.

"Eve was the first human woman on this planet, according to the bible. I haven't read those stories in centuries, but…my family was very religious, I don't think I could forget them if I tried." She turned her gaze to her daughter. "You are the first of your kind. I think it to be appropriate." She reached out for her daughter's face, loving her more every second they shared together. "I also think it's quite a beautiful name, like you."

Surprisingly, Selene didn't find it hard to adore her own child, however sparingly. She found great pride in Eve, knowing that such power and beauty came from a bond of love. With the mention of her family- still having thoughts of them-she knew in her heart that they too would believe Eve to be the most beautiful thing to ever grace this world, Hybrid or not.

No, especially because she was a Hybrid.

"Eve." The child said, as if taste testing the name. "I love it." She said this with a small smile, her heart still a bit sunk from the seemingly hopeless situation of actually finding Michael. Selene sensed this and wrapped an arm around her, letting Eve rest her head on her shoulder. She tried to be as comforting as possible, knowing just how alone Eve had been all her young life; just how confused and scared she still was about the future. She knew Michael would be better at such things as comfort, never having completely given up his human spirit, which was something she felt she was slowly regaining in being a mother. She couldn't help but remember Michael's anticipation before they'd been separated and frozen. He was simply fascinated with the very idea of what they together could possibly create and how he would go on and on about creating the first pure Hybrid, like Lucian had wanted all those centuries ago.

…

Sebastian went out in the early hours of the morning before daybreak, anticipating Michael's actions and guessing his potential whereabouts. He wore the blood stained coat and strode past every alley, every shady place he could find. He didn't know if Michael would be so gullible as to trust a group of Lycans. He guessed 'no,' Selene having told him that they worked as an independent unit until the purge, trusting no one but themselves. Michael was probably smart enough to either run as far away from Antigen as possible and stay low, or try and find out what had happen to Selene through breaking into Antigen, like she had.

He had no time to react as he was torn from his thoughts and rammed into an alley wall, a clawed hand gripping the collar of his coat. He stared into black eyes, fear fleeing him as he realized that he had reached his objective.

"Don't make any sudden movements. Antigen has eyes everywhere." Sebastian said in a low volume as Michael looked him over.

"Who are you?" Michaels' voice was almost an indistinguishable growl, but the message was crystal clear.

"No need to intimidate me, Michael Corvin, I'm here to help you."

"Why should I believe you?" Another growl, but this time more tame.

"Because Selene trusts me. "

With the mention of Selene's name, Michael's pupils shrunk, but his claws were still tightly gripping the detective.

"Where is she? How do you know her?"

"Listen, I know it's a long shot, but you have to trust me. There's a lot you don't know, too much to explain right now, but I can get you to her if you cooperate with me."

Michael hesitated, measuring the truth of this man. He seemed sincere, which would have been enough for him if he didn't have so many questions. The scent of Selene was still thick in the air, her blood just beneath his fingertips. If he wasn't so fatigued, he might have had the nerve to interrogate this man right here and now, but knew he couldn't. He let go of Sebastian and retracted his claws, waiting for orders.

"Stay here, it's too dangerous to walk all the way to my car. I'll drive you to the safe house where Selene and…" he stopped, unknowing if Michael had any knowledge of his daughter.

"And what?" Michael coaxed lightly, holding back his anxiety as well as his imagination.

Sebastian shook his head. "Too complicated. Just stay here until I drive up."

…

They drove in silence until they reached the end of the city, heading for the country.

"How did you meet Selene?" Michael asked. "I've never met you."

"I'm not sure that's the question you should be asking."

"What?" Michael stared at him, but the detective did not add anything more. He stared back at the road and thought a moment, then, "How long have I been asleep?"

"Twelve years."

Michael felt his heart sink as well as unknown anger rise. He took a few deep breaths. "And Selene? What has she been doing these…twelve years?"

"Same as you. Mostly."

"Care to explain?"

Before either could say another word, Sebastian noticed a string of cars speeding their way from behind.

"That is not good." He said under his breath. Michael caught this and looked back, immediately facing forward once he realized their situation. Sebastian sped up.

"Who's following us?"

"Lycans, probably. Antigen's probably figured out that I'm not working for humans anymore."

"Wait, you mean that place I just got out of? That's run by Lycans?"

"Yeah, like I said before." Sebastian was speeding now. "It's complicated."

…

"Eve, please." Selene said. "You need to get your sleep."

Eve protested with her body language, unable to verbally defy her mother at the moment, somewhat at war with herself and he mother at the same time. She wished not to disobey Selene, but at the same time, she found it necessary to argue her case.

"I'm not tired." She finally said.

Selene was only a bit perplexed, knowing her daughter not to be a rebellious child, but a restless one.

"Eve…" She was about to talk her into the benefits of a good night's sleep when she noticed the sudden faraway look in her eyes. "Eve?" she repeated, a strange mixture of hope and concern seizing her gut.

When Eve finally looked up, her eyes were urgent. "I know where he is. He's close by."

"Where?" Selene immediately reacted.

"In the woods, not too far from the road. I saw cars, and he was running away from them. I saw Sebastian, but he was shouting for father to go."

Selene couldn't begin to imagine what situation Michael could possibly be in at the moment, but her mission was clear, the Death Dealer in her snapping into action as she strode into the hall. When she reached the center room, she called for David.

"What is it?" he asked, sensing the urgency.

"Michael." She replied. "Eve's had a vision and she knows where Michael is, but Lycans may be on his trail. I think they have Sebastian." As Thomas came up to say something, Selene interrupted before he could utter a word. "We have no time for discussing who leads the Lycans where, right now, we need to get Michael before they do, and I intend on killing anyone who gets in my way of him."

"As much as I would love to dispute this," Thomas replied, "I was simply going to request you take the new silver nitrate rounds." He tossed them to her. "We haven't tested them yet."

Yeah, I'm not apologizing for the cliffhanger cause that's just how I role. Anyway, hope you liked that, cause there's at least one more chapter in me for this one, unless I somehow make this a full on canon, then who knows. Again, I don't beg for reviews, but I do appreciate them ;)