Ugh, I must be the slowest updater ever on fanfiction! :( Y'know, this is going to be my New Year's resolution! I've never had a new year's resolution before... so I'm going to make this one stick! Yay to updating more~! I wanted to get this chapter out before Christmas! (I succeeded by a day, yay!) By the way, in the beginning you'll probably be all "What does this have to do with Apollo and Trucy and all?" But you'll see by the middle! :) Enjoy!

Chapter 6: Found

"W-who are you?" Thalassa gulped, trying desperately to get her arm out of his grasp to knock him out.

"You know who I am. That's all I'm going to say about that. Don't be afraid, I'm not going to kill you. Just hide you away for a long, long time," The attacker tugged at Thalassa's arm and started pulling her toward the door. Thalassa shrieked and squinted in the dark, looking for some type of weapon. She grabbed a toaster with her free hand and flung it by the cord at the attacker's head, as hard as she could. The man stumbled and let go of her arm. She took the toaster and hit him with it until he collapsed. She wanted to see his face but was too scared. So instead she threw the toaster on the ground and ran away from her apartment, never wanting to look back.

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Phoenix sat on the couch of the agency, reading one of Mia's old law books. He needed to study up to retake the bar exam after all. Trucy was upstairs, she'd been up there ever since Matt threw ice cream on his foot and ran away. Earlier, Phoenix had tried to talk to her through the door, only to receive the music from her computer blasting louder as a reply. Now everything was quiet except for the thunder and the pitter-patter of rain. Suddenly Phoenix heard a loud knocking from the door, loud and persistent knocking. He got up and opened the door, not bothering to look through the peep hole since the person on the other side sounded rushed. A shocked and shaking Thalassa fell in Phoenix's arms. Phoenix just stared at her, to surprised to say anything for the first minute.

"Thalassa! What's wrong? What happened?" Phoenix said after a minute.

Thalassa tried to answer but just ended up crying harder. Phoenix closed the door and brought Thalassa onto the couch and handed her some tissues from the coffee table.

"What happened?" Phoenix asked gently, hoping that she would reply. She just shivered and looked at the tissue.

"I'll go get you a blanket," Phoenix said when he touched her arm, ice cold from the rain. He went up the stairs and looked in the closet in the back of the hallway for a blanket.

Ugh, I should really clean out this closet, I can't find anything! He thought when a book fell on his head.

"Daddy? Is someone downstairs?"

Phoenix spun around to face his daughter in her footed pajamas. "T-Trucy! I thought that you were sleeping..."

"No," Trucy rolled her eyes. "It's only eight o'clock. You know I go to sleep at ten. Anyway, who's downstairs?"

"Oh, uh," Phoenix grabbed the blanket from the closet. "It's just Lamiroir."

"Lamiroir? Ooh, I want to see her! I haven't seen her in two months!" Trucy took off running down the hall.

"Trucy, wait! She's, uh, very delicate right now."

"So what? I'll go comfort her then!" Trucy turned the corner and ran down the stairs, Phoenix ran after her.

"Lamiroir! Lamiroir! Are you okay?" Trucy shouted while running down the stairs. She stopped when she stood in front of the couch, staring at Thalassa. Trucy cocked her head and stared at her for a few minutes and Thalassa stared back. Phoenix was behind the couch with the blanket clutched in his hands, staring dumbly at the wall.

"I- I know who you are," Trucy stammered, taking a step back.

Thalassa wiped her eyes and tried to smile, pretending she had no idea what Trucy was talking about. "Yes Trucy, I'm Lamiroir. I just got surgery a month ago, so I can see. I got my memory back three weeks ago. It's good to see your face, Trucy."

"You don't have to pretend, I know who you are." Trucy walked over to a Troupe Gramarye poster on the wall and pointed to the woman between Zak and Valant. "You're her. Except you're much older."

"Ehehe," Thalassa blushed. "They say everyone has a twin. I could just be that woman's twin."

"I'm not falling for that," Trucy shook her head and lifted her magic hat, revealing the picture she took from Apollo's apartment under it. She thrust the photo into Thalassa's hands. Thalassa stared at the photo, the photo she took twenty one years ago of her holding baby Apollo a few days before she was forced to give him to the orphanage. She told the orphanage people to keep that photo with him.

"Look at what she's wearing," Trucy pointed to woman's wrists. "Two bracelets. Apollo has one. But," Trucy pointed to the bracelet on Thalassa's wrist, "you have the other."

Thalassa gulped and faced Trucy. "It's true, I am Thalassa Gramarye. You are my daughter, a-and Apollo is my son," she bowed her head and stared at the rug.

Trucy stepped back and leaned against the wall. She then began to cry, hearing Thalassa actually say it was so much different. It made it one hundred percent true, and now she knows her mother was not killed by Zak and Valant, but lived, and ended up in Borginia, probably Magnifi Gramarye sent her there, so she couldn't be killed by magic. Thalassa got up from her spot on the couch and wrapped her arms around Trucy, patting her back. She wanted to comfort her daughter but didn't know how. Trucy was too weak to push her away, so she leaned into the hug. Phoenix took Thalassa's spot on the couch and stared at the mother and daughter reunion, wondering where this left him with Trucy.

"N-No," Trucy pushed Thalassa away and wiped her eyes. "I need to call someone first." She picked up her phone off the floor and scrolled through the contacts, looking for Apollo's name. When she found it, she pressed the phone to her ear, praying that he'll answer.

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Apollo was sitting at the table of his apartment, eating the leftover pizza from his dinner with Trucy last night. He took off all the mushrooms and threw them away. They were Trucy's favorite topping, and they reminded him of her, so he couldn't eat them. He was too mad at Trucy and Mr. Wright to think of them. When his phone started to ring, he dug it out of his back pocket and looked at the screen. Trucy. He threw the phone onto the table, not wanting to talk to her. She should know better than to call me now, I thought she was smart. But, he had a nagging feeling to pick up the phone. He knew that she wouldn't call at a time like this unless it was something really important. He sighed and picked up the phone.

"Trucy, you know better than to call at a time like this. Is it important?"

"I know, I'm sorry. But it is really important! I found her."

"You found who?"

"Her. Our mother."

Merry Christmas everybody (unless you celebrate something else. If you do, than have a happy day anyway :3) I know this isn't to Christmas-y but eh, whatever. Please review! 3