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Plot Summary : After their dealings with Merrick get covered up by Copley and Booker's exile, the team travel onwards to Athens to a hideout for some downtime. Andy's injuries begin healing on their own again as she seems to have regained her immortality. While touring a museum with Nile, Andy comes face to face with someone from over 2,000 years ago. Very Andy focused fanfic. Based more so off of the movie vs. the graphic novel…the movie is what introduced me to the graphic novel.

Long Lost

CHAPTER ONE

The plane ride across the English Channel was rather uneventful, allowing for rare moments of sleep. With their secret intact and Copley's promise to aid their anonymity, Andy, Nile, Joe, and Nicky made their way to Athens Greece for a much-needed respite. Their bodies sore, but otherwise unscathed by the barrage of bullets they endured fighting their way out of Merrick's hell hole of a building. The team constantly kept checking on their leader, Andromache the Scythian. Her wounds, after more than 6,000 years, stopped healing. Almost relieved, Andy accepted her new mortality almost too easily but then one morning when she went to shower, her wounds and bruises had all but disappeared again. Grabbing a knife from the kitchen, Andy sliced into her arm, only to watch the wound close almost immediately. "What the fuck?" the Scythian was dumbfounded. What could just cause the immortality she was given to just turn on and off like a light switch?

The tires screeching on the tar mat and jostling of the plane as it hit earth took Andy from her thoughts. They made it to Athens, a city that Andy had a soft spot for. She had been there at its founding, watched as the Parthenon was built then burned by Persians. Its charred ruins toppled by earthquakes and war. More importantly to Andy, however, was the Greek baklava she could not wait to get her hands on. She always, always had a love for baklava and the Greeks seemed to always get it right. They would be lying low in Athens for a couple of weeks before moving on to an even more secure hideout in the hills of Thrace, in Amphipolis. It was an ancient town, dotted with Roman ruins from the time of the Roman Empire's control of the area. Large archeological digs had been going on which left Andy rather curious to sneak into to see what they had found thus far.

After getting their bags from baggage claim and putting them in their rental car, Andy slid into the driver's seat, Nile in the passenger seat and Nicky and Joe in the back. Amused by Nile's amazement of the city, Andy navigated the black SUV through the streets to their first safe house. Grabbing her bag from the back of the SUV, Nile looked over at Andy "I've never been to Athens before…it's beautiful". Nodding while she retrieved her own bag, "If you'd like to go, there's a museum just a few streets away." Nile's face lighting up, the youngest member of the team nodded with enthusiasm. In just the short period of time that Nile had been with them, Andy had the chance to learn her likes and dislikes…discovered Nile loved art and music, loved to read, and cook. She was so much more than just a Marine. She was almost like a little sister to Andy. At the same time, Nile began to admire and look up to Andy even more. While she seemed hard and closed off when they first met, Nile began to see an intuitive, loyal, deeply caring, and rather funny person in Andy, but the eternal warrior was still very hush about her past. When Nile would ask, she could see this deep pain in Andy's blue eyes and silence. This was not a pain from stubbing your toe on a chair leg, this was a sharp, unrelenting pain that wasn't even there when Andy would speak of Quynh.

After getting their things organized in their rooms in the safe house, Nile decided to take Andy up on the museum offer. Walking down the hallway, she could see through a crack in Andy's door that Andy was clutching something in her hands. It was a necklace of some sort, different from the Scythian pendant on black string that she never took off. It looked like a ring on the same black string. Quietly clearing her throat and knocking, Nile waited for Andy to acknowledge her. "Hey…it's an hour 'til noon…could I take you up on that museum tour?" Nile couldn't tell if her eyes were playing tricks on her or not, but she swore she could see Andy's eyes filled just to the brim with tears, the Scythian managed to blink them away before she thought Nile would notice. "Yeah…sure, we can see if they still have that sword of mine on display still", chuckling while she grabbed a light black rain jacket, Andy walked over to Nile and with her index finger pushed Nile's chin up to close her mouth where it had dropped in disbelief, "easy there kid, might catch a fly like that". Walking to the door, Andy shouted over her shoulder "Hey guys? Taking the kid on a tour…don't get too carried away here by yourselves" Nicky and Joe both erupted into a fit of laughter, "We promise not to break anything too valuable boss. Enjoy your time out", Nicky's sweet low accented voice replied from the living room. "We can easily walk from here, no need for the car" Nile nodded at Andy's words and followed close by, closing the door behind her.

The pair walked the sidewalks through an older part of Athens in silence for a while, due in part to Nile taking in the sights and smells around her. Finally breaking the silence, Andy kept pace with Nile "So, remember when you asked me how old I was?" Nile nodded, now intrigued "If I counted right and if memory serves me correct…over 6,000." Stopping in her tracks stunned, Nile stared at Andy in disbelief "No way! That'd make you older than the pyramids in Egypt!" Nile couldn't fathom all that Andy had to have seen in her life. Nile's admiration grew even more for the Scythian who walked beside her. "Over 6,000 and you still can't cook" making a playful jab with her elbow, Nile and Andy kept walking until they reached the museum. Its ancient styled entrance was lined with Doric Columns of marble. Bright blue banners shone in the sun and waved gently in the breeze. It was pure beauty to Nile. Paying the admittance fee, the pair walked through the exhibits. Statues of marble recovered from ancient dig sites in the city, pottery and even an intricately painted amphora that was found by the altar at the ruined Temple in Delphi…home of the famous Oracle. The orange and black scene retelling the story of the Minotaur.

About an hour into to their tour, Nile began walking over to the newest exhibit. The crowds had finally dispersed enough that she was able to read the plaques about the item. Andy had wondered off somewhere, probably trying to find her sword, but Nile was so engrossed by what she was reading she didn't hear Andy rejoin her. In the new exhibit before her were relics found at a burial site of four tombs located in Vergina at an ancient town called Aigai. The items were on display here before being moved to a museum under construction in the area of the tombs. Further into her reading of a golden box known as a larnax that had a crown hanging over top of it, Nile was surprised to learn that within the box were the remains of King Philip II of Macedonia…Alexander the Great's father. But what caught her attention next was a hitch in Andy's breathing. Next to the golden larnax was another similar box. But this time it was laden in gold and ivory. There was no crown hanging over it but a single sapphire pendant necklace with a pure white pearl on each side of the stone on a golden chain. Andy stood, rigid, with her hand placed upon the glass that enclosed it. She was staring intently and couldn't contain the tears the were flowing freely down her cheeks. The sight of the tears made Nile stop and think for a moment. She watched the elder's body language, by now the new exhibit area was mostly empty as tourists and locals alike went on lunch. "Andy…Andy are you ok? Did you know who that was?" Trying to contain herself, Andy looked down at the flooring before looking back up to Nile, her blue eyes even bluer from the tears the welled in them…her hand never leaving the glass as if that was the only thing keeping her from running. "That's my son." Shocked at what she had heard, Nile read the plaque before the larnax,

"Found within the second largest tomb in Aigai is what is believed to be the remains of Prince Alexander IV of Macedon, son of Alexander. Assassinated by poison alongside his mother in 309B.C, her remains have yet to be found but are believed to be lost in antiquity. Prince Alexander was only 14 years of age and the only known heir to his father's empire." Nile had to reread the words again, "son of Alexander…heir to his father's empire…assassinated alongside his mother" Nile looked back at Andy who had returned to staring at the larnax "Holy shit! You were married to Alexander the Gr-" before Nile could finish her sentence a tall man wearing a white collared shirt and black dress pants approached them. He was taller than Andy and on his head was dirty blonde hair, he had heterochromia with one brown eye and one blue eye. His jaw line was chiseled, and his skin was a bright olive hue. If Nile didn't know any better, she'd blurt out that he was hot but Andy's entire body language changed again. She was staring intently at the man before her as he was staring right back at her like he was looking at a ghost. Nile went to speak before Andy took a step towards the man and spoke in a language Nile didn't know "Αλέξανδρος? (Alexander)?"