There was a soft hesitant knock on his office door and seeing as he wasn't in the middle of anything of great importance, the Power looked up from the pages he'd been sifting through. Paper work, lots and lots of paper work, he'd use anything he could as an excuse to put it off. He quirked his head to the side at the sight of the Nephilim, the Healer's daughter, looking about his office with great interest, he knocked his knuckles against the desk top to gain her attention.

They shared a smile. "Hello, Iaso."

"Hi, Uncle Nisroc."

He leaned forward on his elbows. "What can I do for you?"

"Ava needs you."

That caught his attention quickly, a seriousness taking hold quickly at his Nephilim's name, and he leans forward even more so. "What's happened?"

"Well," she scratched a hesitant finger against the wooden doorframe. "We took in some new ones last week."

"And?"

"And some of them found out about Ava, being, you know." He face scrunches up in disgust, he knows it not be directed to her friend, but to those that harmed her. "They said some…Nasty things to her about it. She locked herself in her room and won't come out."

"They hurt her?" The Captain stands slowly from his desk, paperwork pushed to the backburner, his Nephilim daughter took priority over everything, she was his baby girl after all.

Iaso nods softly. "I would go in to be with her, but she locked the door and I can't just," she snapped her fingers. "And poof, I'm in, and Anubis says I'm not allowed to break anymore doors in his temple." She makes a face. "I only broke one."

"I'll go check on her." He pats her cheek as he steps passed her in the doorway to his office, pausing if only for a moment. "You broke a door?"

The Healer's daughter giggles softly, nodding her head. "Yea."

Shaking his head, he left it at that, turning to make his way to the open skies of the training field.

He enters her room cautiously, searching her out immediately, and nodded when he located her. There his little girl lay, curled up in the smallest of balls in the middle of her bed, wrapped tightly in her favorite blanket. It had been a gift from him on her birthday.

"Baby girl?"

The mound twitched slightly. "Papa?"

He crosses the room swiftly, kneeling beside her, on the edge of her bed, and he tugs the blanket down from over her head and sighs deeply. It hurts him to see his youngest so forlorn, the tear track shining over her cheeks, her bright bubbly eyes so downcast. Ava blinks up at him and he smiles to her as gently as he can, tilting his head to the side. "Hey, baby girl."

"Papa." She uncurls slightly, reaching out for him, and he takes her into his embrace without hesitation. Leaning back against the pillows on her bed, he pulled her up close against his chest, tucking her head under his chin, stroking the back of her head softly. "Tell me what happened, my little one, tell papa what happened."

She sniffles, rubbing at her nose with the back of her hand, nodding against his chest. "They…They said I was an abomination, papa, that….that I was wrong." She looked up at him and he kissed the tip of her nose. "Am I an abomination? Am I…Am I wrong?"

"Absolutely not." There was no hesitation in his response, absolutely none, she was his world. "It does not matter who you chose to love." He brushes his nose against his adopted daughters. "It only matter if you are loved."

"You love me no matter what?"

"Nothing will ever stop me from loving you." The Captain rubs his hand down the back of her head. "You are my baby girl." They stare at each other for a long moment. "My youngest. I don't very much care who you decide to give your heart to, whether they be female or male, all I care about is that they treat you right."

She smiles up at him, leaning forward to kiss his nose softly, and he smiled down at her. "You're the best, papa."

"I'm not nearly as great as you are." He gently guides her head back to rest on his chest. "Now, tell papa what their names are. I want to meet them."

"Aaron, Matt?"

"What abomin—" They turned to sneer at the abomination, words falling short at the sight of the tall muscular man that stood just behind her, Ava smiled at them proudly. "Have you met my dad yet?"

They recognized the symbol of the charm he wore around his neck. Jordan had a similar one in the form of a ring.

"Your…Your dad is a Power?"

Ava crosses her arms, looking rather smug, enjoying their horror. "My dad's the Captain."

The tall man, her father, the Captain of the Powers, stepped forward and curled the fingers of his right hand over her shoulder protectively.

"Hello, my name is Nisroc, what's this about you calling my daughter an abomination?"