Summary: My first M-rated fic ("Sins of the Father" doesn't count; those chapters are individually rated!). My original character, Heather, is caught between her own desires, and the love of everybody's favorite half-demon twins. Her heart is divided between them. Can she choose between them, especially once the stakes are upped? Or will Fate step in and take the choice away from all of them? Read and See!

Disclaimer: I know the twins, but I do not own the rights to Devil May Cry. If it didn't cost me one million dollars, my immortal soul, and my firstborn child I would buy it from them, but I can't, so I cannot claim ownership. Heather and Zak are mine, as are Michael and Aeva, so if you take them, I will hunt you down and slay you!

Word to the Wise: This fic will have some pretty explicit sex scenes and language in it. No twincest (no one who knows the twins would ever think that could possibly happen!), simply good ol' girl-on-boy. If you don't like to read such things, or are offended by them, then I'd suggest you go back to the fic listings RIGHT NOW!!!

Lost and Found

A month, two months, a year…

Time passed slowly for the men left behind in Heather's ancestral home. They tried to find her many, many times, but never did they discover her. She eluded them time and again, always fleeing before they caught up with her.

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Reece was chasing another lead under Zak's orders. His spells had led him to this dingy city on the west coast, and now he searched for anyone even remotely resembling his long-lost friend. The sidhe tucked him hands inside his coat and cursed profoundly; she had been gone so long… Why was he even bothering with this?

A voice called out to him.

He spun, his hand immediately going to the knives beneath his coat. He had been accosted several times already, so it took a moment to sink in that his name had been used. His true name, not the alias he so often used on the street.

A woman was standing on the street corner, dressed in a ragged trench-coat. Though she was not as he remembered, he recognized her immediately.

"Heather?"

"Reece." She came to him, and offered a wan smile. Reece was shocked by how exhausted she looked, by how much weight she had lost, but he didn't allow it to show on his face. "It is good to see you again."

"Heather, what happened?"

"Shh. Come with me. It's not safe here." She grabbed his hand and pulled him away, dragging him into an abandoned warehouse. After securing the door, she lit a small lantern sitting beside the door, throwing a small amount of illumination on the debris-strewn floor, the broken boxes offering a labyrinthine refuge to any who cared to take it. "Things have been tough, Reece. I have done some very bad things to support my children, things I would rather not talk about. This is the most permanent home we've had in years."

"Wait a minute. Children? You have more than one?"

She smiled, a grin holding genuine warmth. "Yes. I have twins. But their parentage is…different. I managed to pay for a paternity test after their birth." She lifted the lantern and set off across the broken floor at a brisk pace. Reece followed.

"Children," she called softly. "Aeva, Michael."

A box fell somewhere beyond the lantern's circle of light. With the light so close, Reece couldn't tell what had made it topple.

"It's all right, my little ones. My friend will not harm you. I have food for you." She produced a loaf of bread and a package of deli ham, set them down on a dusty chair. "Come to me, children. I know you are hungry."

Slowly, two small children emerged from the darkness. Reece estimated them to be about four years old, based on the amount of time Heather had been gone. Both were covered with dirt, their silvery-white hair matted with filth. Their eyes, blue for the boy, green for the girl, were ringed with raccoon-like dark circles, and the rags they wore were too thin, to holey, to be thought of as clothing. They were so skinny, but they seemed to be in better health than their mother. Reece could see that, if they were cleaned up and given better clothing, they would be absolutely adorable.

"Mommy." Their grimy hands reached up, and she knelt down, hugging them reassuringly.

"I'm sorry I was gone so long, children. One of my clients took longer than expected. But with the money I got, we can buy you new clothes from Goodwill this winter."

Reece watched them with a mixture of pride and anger. Heather had managed, for nearly five years, to provide for her children through the sacrifice of herself. The strength needed for such an undertaking, to survive on the streets without aid, was incredible.

But she should never have had to do such a thing in the first place.

"Who's he?" the boy, Michael, asked. Turning suspicious blue eyes on the sidhe.

"He's a friend. You remember the stories I told you about Uncle Reece, right?" She laid a gentle kiss on her son's cheek, smoothed down a stray lock of greasy hair. "He can be trusted."

They searched her eyes, looked back at the man, and then buried their faces in their mother's coat once more. "We trust you, Mommy."

Heather stood, and ushered them over to the meal, made them cold sandwiches. "I will be in our room, little ones. Come get me when you've finished." She strode away, and Reece followed.

Heather's room was a tiny office once used for filing. She had piled rags on the desk for a bed, and that alone said that it was her room. She sat on the desk, and Reece leaned against the wall. She looked at him with tired green eyes.

"Ask away, my friend. I know you have many questions."

The sidhe hesitated, and then brushed his inky hair back from his face and took the invitation. "Why did you run away? What have you been doing all this time? Why didn't you let us contact you? And most importantly, who is the father?"

"It's a long tale, but we have time, I suppose." Heather sighed, and lay back on the desk, staring up at the cracked ceiling panels as if to find her answers hidden there. "You'll have to bear with me; I find it difficult to speak of such things.

"I ran because I didn't want to make the choice. I didn't know what my heart wanted, and I thought that perhaps distance would allow me to sort out my feelings. So I ran away. But neither time nor distance has helped. I still love them both, and my heart, my body, aches for them, even now. As for what I have been doing these past years, you will be ashamed of me.

"I did odd jobs in various cities until my pregnancy progressed too far for me to do anything physical. When the labor came, I was unable to go anywhere. Couldn't afford a hospital, and I didn't know of any midwives in the area. I birthed the twins beneath a bridge in early spring, beside a trash-bin fire. Another homeless woman helped me with the birth, and it was only through her efforts that all three of us survived. The twins were so weak, and I took with fever after their birth. She kept us alive until I managed to recover, and then she left. I haven't seen her since." Heather closed her eyes in pain, turning her head to the side so Reece couldn't see her face. "Since then, I've been a freelance prostitute. I sell my body so my children can have food and clothing, even small gifts on their birthday and Christmas. I hate doing it, but I've been lucky. I haven't contracted any diseases, and I haven't become pregnant again. That is why I didn't let you find me, or even hear from me. I was ashamed of the things I've done. I mean, what would Vergil or Dante think? Or Zak or Kellian, or any of the others? I want to go home, to give my children a safe place to live, but I didn't want to face their pity, their revulsion. I didn't want to face their rejection, especially after abandoning them like that." She didn't look at him. "Are you ashamed of me?"

Reece reached over and touched her shoulder; she flinched before accepting the touch. "I think you've done what you had to do, to provide for yourself and your children. That is admirable, even if the method is not." He squeezed her shoulder, and then drew back. "But please, continue. Who is the father of Aeva and Michael? Which of the twins sired them?"

"I was getting to that. It's… complicated." She blew some hair out of her eyes. "I managed to get a paternity test done. I have pieces of hair from Vergil and Dante, strands that got caught in my wrist cuff and necklace. I still have those, by the way. Some of the strands had skin tags on them. The scientists used those for the paternal comparison. "

"And…"

"Aeva is Vergil's. Michael is Dante's."

Reece was stunned. A pair of twins with two separate fathers? He'd never heard of such a thing!

"It is possible, my friend. They did the tests twice; there was no mistake." He knew she was keeping something from him, something important; her could hear it in her voice. But he didn't press her. "They both sired a child on me. Both of them." She covered her eyes with a hand, and laughed helplessly. "I can't even choose to stay with the father of my children! Will I never be able to choose between them?"

"They've changed since you left them, Heather. They said to tell you that they would share you if you would come back to them."

"Hmph. I'll believe that when I see it."

"Then come home."

She was silent. He noticed one hand snaking into her neckline to tightly clench her sword pendant. She always did that when she needed strength.

Reece shook his head. "Heather, you have to come home. Everyone is worried sick about you. Dante and Vergil have been going crazy trying to find you. Zak almost got killed leaving the house so he could go looking for you, more than once. And you said it yourself; you can't raise your children like this. For their sake, and ours, you must come home."

Heather sighed, and a tear trickled down her cheek.

"All right."