"You can't undo anything you've already done, but you can face up to it. You can tell the truth. You can seek forgiveness. And then let God do the rest."

-Tertullian Quotes


Waiting. When you're waiting for something, time seems to go even slower than normal. It drags on, each second taking a century to pass.

David has never been a patient person, but sitting here on Nick's couch, he feels an even greater impatience settle around him. But impatience isn't the only thing he feels. There's a sense of dread forming in him, a deep rooted dread that had been waiting for its time ever since he threw Griffin into the electrical tower.

He isn't sure how you apologize for something like that. Especially not to someone like Griffin; someone who already didn't like him.

It didn't matter though. If they wanted Griffin to work with them, he was going to have to apologize.

"He's here." Cassie shot up from where she had sprawled out on the floor, going to the door. "Hey, Prop." She opened the door wider, allowing someone in.

This someone turned out to be a man- boy, really- who couldn't possibly be a day over 18. He had spiky black hair, pale skin and a slim body. He has black skinny jeans, chucks, a blue t-shirt, and a black leather jacket on. His eyes flickered over the group, taking everyone in. David was sitting on the couch, gently carding his fingers through Millie's hair. Millie was lying across the couch with her head in David's lap. Nick and Kira were both seated a Nick's kitchen table, coffee in front of them.

The boy tilted his head up and breathed in deeply. "Why am I here, Cas?"

Cassie sighed. "We need you to find us a guy. We have no idea where he is; he could be anywhere in the world. Here." She handed him the papers they'd taken from Griffin's lair. "These were his."

He took the papers, turning them over in his hand, and slowly brought them to his face. He took in another breath. "Sand…you took these from sand?"

"Yeah." Nick said, getting up. "I'm Nick, by the way. This is Kira," He motioned to each person in turn, "David, Millie…and you already know Cassie."

The boy- Prop- ignored Nick, turning towards Cassie. "The scent is old, but it's there. I can work with it."

"Good." She said, before she suddenly went still. She remained motionless for a second, before grabbing her notebook and sketching.

When she was done, she slammed the notebook on the coffee table.

"What is it?" Nick asked, staring at the drawing. There was a line down the center of the page; on one side, two people (girls?), on the other, 6 people- but two of them, a guy and a girl, were dead.

"Millie. Kira. You can't come with us to find Griffin." Cassie turned towards them. "If you do, you" she motioned towards Millie, "and David will die. I don't know who will kill you, but you'll die. You guys need to stay here."

"But-"

"No buts." Cassie said, turning towards Kira. "I'm sorry." She shrugged. "I don't know why you can't come."

Kira scowled. "Fine." She stormed off deeper into the apartment. After a moment's hesitation, and a kiss from David, Millie followed her.

"So how does this work with you?" Nick asked, turning towards Prop. "All the sniffer's I've known have done it differently."

Prop didn't answer, choosing to instead just keep his head tilted back, eyes closed. As David, Nick, and Cassie watched, he started turning in a circle, eyes still closed. Suddenly, he stopped. "Inthishemisphereupperhalfofunitedstatesnortheast. " He took a deep breath.

"…what?" David asked. Nick also looked confused.

Cassie smiled. "He said 'in this hemisphere, upper half of united states, northeast'. Right?"

Prop nodded, breathing deeply. "I narrowed it down to Washington, Montana, or Idaho."

"So how will we know for sure?" Nick asked.

"Get me over there and I can get a better reading." Prop said. It was then that both Nick and David realized that not only had Prop never actually met their eyes, but that they didn't know what color they were.

Nick looked at Cassie, eyebrow raised, silently communicating his question. Cassie shook her head at him.

"You're curious what my eyes look like." Prop stated. Nick jumped.

"How did you-"

"You're not as subtle as you'd like to think." Prop said, walking over to the window. "Are you sure you want to see?"

"Yes." David said, before anyone else had time to respond.

"Alright." Prop said, turning around and staring at them. They both tried not to start in shock. Prop's eyes were a bright, electric blue, but they seemed to swirl with other colors as well. Grey, bottle glass, sky, ice; all different shades of blue swirled in his eyes. "An experiment of the Division's. Test tube child. Apparently, you cannot try and alter how someone sees the world without slight…consequences."

"Can you see?" David asked. Cassie rolled her eyes at his lack of tact.

Prop sighed, a slightly sardonic laugh coming out. "Yes, I can see. Not the same way you see, but I can see all the same. He reached on his pocket, pulling out a pair of shades and putting them on. "We should go."


Adrian. David. Adrian. David. It was a never-ending loop in his head. Adrian. David. The two faces melded together. Adrian. David. Roland. Roland rarely came to mind anymore; not after Adrian had told him he was dead. After all, for however much he hated Roland, Roland never would have allowed the Paladins to join the Division. Adrian. David. Division. Millie. All the names blurred together in the pain. Shit. Where was the fucking morphine?


David ended up jumping them to an abandoned potato farm in the upper half of Idaho. Once they got there, Prop went about doing his thing. He ended up wandering far enough away that Nick felt it was safe to ask Cassie questions about him.

"Division experimented on him?" Was the first thing Nick had to ask.

"He hasn't told me the details." Cassie said, staring at where Prop had wandered off to. "I found him not long after I turned 17. He was 14 at the time." David nodded; that made sense, because that would make Prop 18 now.

"And his name is Prop?"

"No." Cassie shook her head. "That's my nickname for him. He didn't have a name, but I'd just read that book 'The Thief Lord', and then he read it, and then he named himself Prospero. So I nicknamed him Prop."

"Oh." Nick looked like he was going to ask another question, but by that point Prop had come back.

"Montana. Northern Montana. In the mountains."


It took them several more hours before Prop successfully located the entrance to the save; the entrance which was hidden by a waterfall. And standing at the entrance, David paused. Facing Griffin wasn't going to be easy. But he needed to do it.


A/N: Okay, so first off: FireflyCity, the chapter I told you about is actually chapter 7. Just felt like telling you. Anyways…I only got two reviews on the last chapters :'( Please review people?