You know that game that seems super awesome, Osiris: New Dawn? I WANT IT SO BAD! Anyways, I do not own Destiny or its characters, ideas, ect. If you have a criticism or critique, please leave a review. I hope you enjoy this chapter!

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CHAPTER THIRTEEN: Rest (by Frank Ticheli)

One big groan was heard when the trio entered Alec's room. It was eleven o'clock at night and because everyone was so tired, they just decided to rest at Alec's because his was the nearest room in the tower. Combined with finding Rasputin, turning him over to the Vanguard, and going out for patrols to hunt the Kings, they were generally tired from the day that they had and wanted rest. Except for Titus, because he is a robot. Alec and Chloe walked into the room and crashed on the couch, letting their tense muscles and sore tendons rest and fade. Titus simply sat down and yawned. Fake of course, but simply out of empathy for the team. After about five minutes of laying on the couch, his leg supported on the back, Alec got bored. He was nowhere near tired enough to go to sleep, but just enough so he didn't want to move. "So," Alec said. "Titus, what's your story?"

"Don't you ever shut up?" Chloe asks, which elicits a chuckle out of Titus and even Alec himself.

"Every other Tuesday," Alec responds. "C'mon, I'm serious. We never properly sat down and talked about this. I'd like to know my team mates a little better." Chloe had her arms on the back of the couch, slouching almost. Her sleepy face was peaked in interest and she couldn't resist the temptation of listening through the stories of her teacher.

"I've been around long enough to remember everything about my past," Titus says. "I was a human, I don't remember my name back then, who volunteered to be part of something bigger. A transfer into a cloud of sorts. Memories transferred from organic flesh to machine. Immortality. I worked with those as Cayde-6, Shiro-4, Saint-14. They were good men. I was a machine, meant to be perfect. But I made mistakes. I was reset when I made big mistakes, and they couldn't figure out why I wasn't perfect…it was my humanity. Then the Darkness came. I lived. I breathed. I helped establish the City. Fought in Six Fronts, Twilight Gap, the Moon. That's me. That's the Titus you know. The legend, it seems you worship Chloe, is in fact a human being with not-so-humble beginnings." It seemed simple to him. It blew Alec and Chloe's mind. They sat there in silence, recollecting their thoughts. Then Alec asked Chloe.

"I don't remember everything," Chloe says. "Once the brain is dead, you don't get the electric signals that allow to remember. I forgot my beginnings. The Light lets me see my past every once and a while, but…I don't remember everything about my past. I remember a school on Venus. A lab on Mars. The Cabal. And now I'm here. What about you?" Alec sat up, trying to remember his past. It was difficult, he was able to pick out visions.

"A wife," Alec says. "A child. A good life. The Darkness. The war. A sniper and then…" Alec touched his eye, where his scar lay. It is so bizarre he knew some of the stuff beforehand. But he wanted to know more. He leaned back against the couch, staring at it until he fell asleep. He dreamt of a strange scene. A torrent of memories.

There was a cello in his hand, leaning up against the strong instrument he played a song. It was Prokofiev. Then he looks over. A girl on violin. His wife? Then he sees her in a wedding dress, in a chapel. She's smiling. Then Alec, her and a small boy are in a photo. A smile, a frown. No furniture around them. An empty wallet. He was broke. Then the Darkness comes. A funeral, with him and the girl standing over a grave. The boy died? Then he's in a war, fighting the Fallen. He knifes on in the face and then he sees a bright red light. A gun shot. He wakes up, gasping for air. He reaches for the knife on his thigh that isn't there. His face is drenched in sweat. All he could think of was a name. "Jessie." He whispered to himself. He looked around. He found that Chloe was resting her head on his shoulder, fast asleep. He gets up, gently resting Chloe on the couch and runs out to the patio. He leans over the rail, trying to control his nausea. He takes a few deep breaths and looks back up, recollecting himself. He just lived decades in a span of what seemed to be a minute. And all that stress that he felt weighed down on him at once. He looked over the rail. At the lights spiraling at the city below. At the clouds silently hovering in the air. At the Traveler, sitting there like a dead god. "Hey, are you okay?" Chloe asks. Alec didn't dare turn around, the stress might come back. Instead, he just shook his head.

She walks up beside him studying his face. Then she plucks some hair from his sideburns. Alec winces in pain and looks at the hairs in Chloe's hand. They were dark grey. "Your hair turned grey at the side burns," She says, throwing the hair over the side. "Are you okay?" Alec swallows and shakes his head before verbally answering.

"No," He says. "No, I'm not. I just got a glimpse of my old life. All that stress, bunched down at me all at once." His voice quavers. Chloe takes his shoulder and rubs his tense muscles, grown tight during the dream. Alec takes a few deep breaths and takes Chloe's hand away from his shoulder. "I'm fine now." He says, his voice much stronger now. He leans over, resting on the rail looking over the city. Then, he grins. "Ya know," He says, turning to her. "I like music." Chloe's mouth forms into a small grin.

"I noticed." She says. Alec shakes his head, laughing.

"No, no," He says. "Back during the Golden Age, I used to play cello. I loved it and that's where I learned about all the different music. About Tchaikovsky, about Prokofiev. My personal favorite was a piece by Frank Ticheli. It's called Rest. It's slow, it's soothing, it just puts me at…well, at rest." Chloe looks into his eyes, entranced at this information.

"Do you have it?" She asks.

"Depends," Alec says. "Hades, has humanity found Rest by Frank Ticheli yet?" Hades appears next to him.

"No." Hades says, before vanishing.

"There we go," Alec says, laughing. "But even so, I'm sure you would love it."

"I'm sure too." Chloe says, smiling into the night sky.

Alec yawns. He may be a great guardian, but he needs sleep.

I'm writing this late at night. I may be a writer. But I too need sleep. Zzzzzzzzzzzzz….