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This is dedicated to everyone going back to school this week. I feel your pain.

Weatherby awoke and tried to remember where he was. Ah, that's right, he was in his bed. It had been one year since he sent Emma away and it still pained him to think about it. He was still angry at her for betraying his trust...but a small part of him was still sorry.

He had somehow managed to convince Elizabeth that her mother was very ill in a hospital outside of town. Weatherby had also told the household staff that Elizabeth was not to know the truth and that her Governess was to give her extra lessons so as to not allow her time to want to visit her. It was an awful thing to lie about to an eleven year old girl but she could never know the truth of her bloodline.

At any cost.

That's why Weatherby made the decision that he did now but how was he sure that Emma wouldn't come back for her.

Weatherby went to work as usual that day. He said good-bye to his daughter promised her that someday soon they'd visit her mother.

On his way to the office, he passed the church where it seemed like a funeral was going on. He saw a boy about the same age as Elizabeth with a little black suit on and his long brown hair tied back with a black ribbon. His face, from the angle Weatherby was standing, seemed oddly blank but his eyes held much sadness within them. The sadness of the loss of a parent. Weatherby continued on his way but couldn't get the image of the lonely boy out of his head.

"Weatherby, it's about time you got here. The big guy is looking for you; said it was important," his old friend Raymond Jones said to him behind his desk.

"Do you know what he wants?"

"Said it was something important. Anyway, don't worry."

"I won't, believe me." That being said, Weatherby knocked on the man's door and walked in. "You wanted to see me sir?"

"Ah Weatherby Swann, do sit down," the man said pointing to the empty chair before him.

He took his hat off and sat in the seat. "I come bearing news of your father."

"My father?" Weatherby had not heard hide nor hair of the man in almost twelve years; what could be so important.

"He is in failing health at the moment and wishes to speak with you before he passes on."

This was a bit spur of the moment. "And might I be able to go. I don't wish to leave all my work behind an..."

"I'm sure we'll be fine without you for now. Go and try to be back within a few months at least."

"Yes sir, thank you sir." Weatherby stood and left.

"But why do you have to leave so soon father?" Elizabeth asked sitting on her father's bed as he packed a trunk of clothes.

"I wish to visit with my father for at least a small amount of time before he passes. I haven't seen him in many years and do not know what has become of him." He closed it and looked up at her.

"But why can't I come with you?"

"Darling I don't wish to interrupt your schooling. It is very important that you get a good education."

"Yeah because women can do so much with a good education," Elizabeth mumbled looking away.

Weatherby heard what she said and pretended not to. She was right after all; what good would an education be if she was expected to find a proper husband when she was of age and never be able to use it. Women were meant to be seen, not heard.

"But tomorrow," Elizabeth said.

He went over and wrapped his daughter in a tight hug. "I'll try and be back as soon as I can. I promise."

A promise like the one he had made to her mother. Till death do us part.

It took three months for him to arrive in Port Royal. Looking around he saw that nothing had changed.

In the distance he saw a carriage where two men were waiting for him. One was obviously the driver while the other seemed to be someone important. Everything about him just seemed to scream 'Money.'

He turned to Weatherby and both made their way to him. "Weatherby Swann?" he asked a little unsure.

"Yes?"

"I am Samuel McGregor, your father's deputy Governor. Welcome back to Port Royal."

Dun dun dunnnnn. Told you Weatherby and Sam had a past together. Hope you enjoyed it. Review please. Later :-)