I got The Battle of The Labyrinth! :D And my bestie is reading The Lightening Thief so we can fangirl together, yay! I'm going to aim to update this every other day but I might get sudden inspiration some how and update all the time, I don't know... So yeah, R&R please! :D
The woman sat beside Mal, she still looked exactly like how he remembered, not when she was ill, but before that. She looked youthful, as if she was no older than forty.
"Mom...?" He could hardly comprehend what was going on, and if by the majority chance, this was a fake, someone would loose their arms.
"So, I believe your having girl problems?" She smiled, while he still stared in awe. Was it really her? It sounded and looked exactly like her
"I uh, think it'd be best to talk about what your doing here..." Mal was still uncertain, and his mother smiled slightly. He remembered when he was younger, and she was forever smiling, it was strange if she wasn't.
"I think its best if we leave how I'm here for a while. Now, what about these girl problems?" She grinned and he groaned
"I don't want to talk about it." He looked over at her "I'm not a teenager anymore."
"But I didn't get to do this when you were younger Mal." His mother smiled at him again, and Mal realized just how much he had actually missed her. He explained while his mother sat there, listening, which was another thing he missed, having family around.
"Well, I think you should apologize to her. She was right after all, and you didn't trust her."
"But..." She almost glared at him as he started to object, he sighed "Fine. I'll say sorry."
"Just like your father." She smirked "You both can easily be controlled by women." She stood up, and Mal stood too
"Speaking of him, why isn't he here too?" He knew this was a fairly bad subject as his mother wasn't exactly fond of talking about Jacob
"He's still in the underworld. Only some escaped." She smiled "I guess, your mom's still pretty badass."
Mal quickly went over to Natara's, luckily he had a key to her place, and she had a key to his. It didn't quite make sense why they weren't living together, but he just shrugged the thought off, neither of them wanted to move too fast and get broken up inside. She said the broken up bit, he would never say it because he knew it would somehow spread around, and that's the last thing he wanted. He opened the door and saw her one the phone. She glared at him when she saw him and carried on with her conversation
"Yeah, okay." She nodded slightly "Call me back once you know more." She sounded like she was discussing business, something Mal didn't want to pry on. She hung up then turned to face him "What? Here to make fun of me and not believe me again?" She asked harshly
"I'm sorry about what I said." He sighed "I believe you. There's something strange going on."
"You changed your mind? Why? do you hate me being angry at you?" She raised an eyebrow
"Yes, I hate it when your angry at me. But that's not the point. I believe you, I..." He sighed again, not really wanting to dive deeper into what he had just experience. She narrowed her eyes slightly at him, and made the face she always does when she's trying to work something out. Her eyes widened
"You do..." She muttered "You saw someone, didn't you?"
"Yeah, but I'd prefer not to talk about it." He tried to keep a straight face, and not move too much, she could read him, actually anyone, like a book. She frowned, and walked closer to him
"Your mom?" She asked
"I hate that your so smart." He looked down at her, as she smiled slightly
"But you still love me, right?"
"Why would I stop?" He kissed her softly, happy their fight was over, but in the back of both their minds, they knew something worse was coming up. Something much more worse...