Title: Oracle
Author: Sami Marie
Genre: Family/Friendship With a bit of romance and drama possibly thrown in
Pairings: None at the moment but there will be a lot of mentions of Morgan/Garcia
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Sequel to Rock Solid. Story is set 18 years down the road and will be told from Mags, Morgan and Garcia's daughter, point of view.
A/N: Again thanks for all of the wonderful reviews and with that in mind this chapter picks up where we left off in chapter one so it's back to Mags' current universe which means more Henry and Mags. Enjoy and don't forget to review so I know what you think.
Chapter 3:
The next morning…
Henry must have carried to my bed sometime last night because this morning I woke up in my bed and as I made my way to the shower the grief hit me all over again. After a good cry I emerged from the shower hoping I looked better than I felt and made my way to our kitchen for some much needed coffee.
"You look like crap," Henry teased as entered the kitchen.
I just rolled my eyes at him as I opened a cupboard and pulled out my favorite coffee cup. He's the only one that can get away with saying things like that to me but the same goes for me as well when it comes to him. Turning I sent him a pretend glare before saying, "I'm sorry not all of us can look as good as you after bawling our eyes out. Those of like me that are normal generally look as you put it, like crap afterwards." I then made my way over to the coffee pot.
"Your mom called their all safe in Chicago now," Henry said next rather than responding to my comment as I poured my first cup.
"Thanks," I said after taking a sip, "I actually slept more than I thought I would last night."
"That's only because you wore yourself out crying," Henry remarked before going on to say, "Mom called not long after your mom. She wanted to check on you too and apparently she's booked us a flight so we just have to grab our tickets from the airport."
"Thank God," I replied because my intention had been to book a flight last night.
Henry nodded, "Our flight leaves at one."
"Works for me,' I said as I refilled my cup, "I'm going to go pack real quick and then we can leave." I don't exactly rember what I packed beuase I know full well if iId actually taken the time to really think about it we would've missed our flight because I would still be in my closet crying.
Thirty minutes later I was knocking on the office door of my English professor.
"Dr. Stevens," I greeted after stepping inside.
"Ah there you are," The older man greeted, "We missed you in class today."
"Yeah that's what I wanted to talk to you about," I replied back before going on to explain, "I have a family emergency so I'm actually on my way out of town, but since I know we have a test on Friday I wanted to drop in and see if I could set up a time to retake it once I'm back."
"Alright let me see here," Dr. Stevens said as he checked his calendar what about next Friday, does that give you plenty of time?"
I nodded before saying good bye and heading on my way.
After making quick stops with two other professors I met Henry back at his car and once I slid inside he asked, "So how'd it go?"
"Good, they were actually very understanding," I answered as I fastened my seatbelt.
"Same here,' Henry replied before, "We still have some time so I figured we could go grab something to eat before heading to the airport."
"Sounds good," I readily agreed knowing full well I hadn't eaten last night and as usual I hadn't eaten breakfast this morning. Very bad habit I know, but for some reason I've never been able to bring myself to eat much in the morning.
Later that afternoon in Chicago…
"Your mom is simply awesome," I said as we walked out to the rental car Henry's mom had reserved for us. During the trek I chided myself for becoming too used to California's weather. I was going to have to change into something much warmer once we got to Grandma Fran's home. Just thinking about going to her house and not seeing her almost made me tear up though so I tried to shake all of those thoughts out of my mind.
"Yeah well she knew you didn't want anybody having to worry about picking us up on top of everything else," Henry added in agreement as he unzipped his bag a little, pulled out a hoodie and handed to me.
Taking it I placed my bag and purse in the car before slipping it on. We both then climbed inside the car and for the most part the only conversation we had was me telling him where to go every now and then.
Forty-five minutes later when we pulled up to the house my dad had grown up in. The scene I saw was almost enough to make me think this was a normal visit; there in the front yard was my dad and brother tossing a football back and forth. How many times had I seen that over the years? Too many to count, Grandma any minute now would normally be yelling at them to knock it off for awhile and for them to come inside and spend sometime with the family. That wasn't going to happen this time though I remembered as I numbly climbed out of the car with tears once again in my eyes.
Teary eyed I nearly ran to my dad not even aware that my aunts, my mom, and my sister were coming out of the house. As soon as I was close enough my dad pulled me into his arms and I let another round of tears flow. Minutes later I stopped my own crying only to realize that my dad was crying as well. "Oh Daddy," I murmured as I tightened my arms around him. him crying was a rarity, usually he was the strong one.
Henry meanwhile was surrounded by my mom and my aunts and out of the corner of my eye I saw my mom greet him with a hug.
"Thanks for coming with her sugar," I'm pretty sure that's what my mom was saying to him right about now.
And judging my Henry's grin he was saying back something along the lines of, "There wasn't anyway he was going to let me come by myself."
A couple of minutes later my dad and I parted just enough to brush away the remaining tears out of one another's eyes before making our way over to the rest of the family.