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When Aurora opened her eyes, it was dark. She felt strong arms wrapped around her, but surprisingly she wasn't scared. In fact she was just the opposite. She felt safe, snuggled in warm, secure arms. It was like her father used to hold her when she was a little girl. Especially after she had a nightmare. He would scoop Aurora in his arms, and rock her until she fell back asleep still sitting in his lap. She would wake up the next morning with him still holding her.
The illusion faded as Aurora remembered her father was dead. She lifted her head to see the owner of the arms. Peter had his head resting against the wall with his eyes closed. Looking at the position he was in, Aurora realized that he couldn't be comfortable. Although it was a nice feeling for her, Aurora knew it wouldn't last. It was only a fantasy that would soon be shattered by the harshness of reality. She began to wiggle out of his arms, waking Peter in the process.
"Hey you."
Aurora looked up at Peter. "Sorry I didn't mean to wake you," she said as she got off of him. She walked over to the wall and sat down with her knees drawn to her chest and her arms wrapped around them.
Peter noticed that fear was present in her eyes again. Like she had done something horribly wrong and was about to be punished.
"It's ok," he replied, sitting up, rubbing the back of his neck. "I might have been stuck in that position forever if you hadn't woke me up."
He smiled at Aurora. He noticed some of the tension leaving her shoulders, and the dread draining from her eyes. Peter hated to do this, but he had to know who Donnivan Estevez was.
"Aurora," Peter began, with a solemn look on his face.
"I know," she said cutting him off. "You want to know how I know Donnivan."
Peter nodded. He watched Aurora as the tension crept back in her shoulders. Hidden in the shadows he realized she looked much younger than sixteen. She looked like a little girl lost in a world of demons ready to devour her at every turn.
Aurora sighed. "Donnivan is a friend of Tom's. I mean a really good friend. They've known each other since college. He used to come over and.look at me funny. I would always hide in my room until he left."
"What do you mean look at you funny?" Peter asked, not sure he wanted to hear the answer.
"Let's just say I would see Tom eye my mother the same way."
Peter felt anger welling in the pit of his stomach.
"Well one day Tom decided I had to clean the kitchen, while he and Donnivan drank beer and watched football. Donnivan came into the kitchen while I was drying dishes. He was hovering over my shoulder. He tried to grab me, he was drunk and I was just out of his grasp. I dropped the plate and it broke on the floor. Then I kneed him.um somewhere I knew would hurt and I ran. Unfortunately the only way out of the kitchen was through the living room and Tom was waiting for me. He grabbed me and threw me into the wall. I hit my head pretty hard, so I was kind of dazed, but I knew if I stayed Tom would gladly hand me over to Donnivan," Aurora shuttered at the thought. "So I picked up the vase that was on the table and threw it at him. It didn't do much damaged, but it shocked him enough that I could get past him. I ran and hid on the streets for two days."
Aurora sighed, and rested her head on her knees.
"What happened?" Peter asked.
She shrugged. "What do you think happened? The police found me and brought me home." She laughed bitterly. "I got the worst beating I had ever had in my life. I was out cold for three days. Tom told everyone I fell down the stairs."
"What did you tell them?"
"I didn't remember what happened Peter. I still don't, but I know that I did not fall down any stairs."
"Why didn't you tell someone about your suspicions?"
"Because, because Tom told me that if I ever said anything he'd."
"He'd what?"
Aurora looked away from him. "He'd leave me alone with Donnivan in a locked room, until Donnivan told him he was done."
"Did he ever do it?"
"NO!" Aurora said angrily, and for the first time Peter felt a strong power emanating off of her. It prickled along his skin like goose bumps.
Peter shook his head trying to figure out what it was he felt. He never felt anything like this from her before.
"Donnivan never touched me!" Aurora exclaimed, her anger rising. The power along with it.
"Calm down," Peter told her, walking over to her. He sat down next to her, careful not to touch her. "I believe you. If you say he didn't, then he didn't, but why is he here?" Peter could feel the power receding back inside her. When she spoke again, the anger was gone from her voice.
"Tom sent him. I told you they were really good friends. Donnivan is like Tom's do boy. Tom says jump and Donnivan says how high. I figured Tom would send someone after me. I never, in a million years dreamed that it would be Donnivan or that he would find me."
Peter didn't understand why Tom was so anxious to get Aurora back. She was just a girl. There had to be a reason. Peter had to figure out what it was, before Tom sent someone else.
He looked over at Aurora. Silent tears were streaming down her face, and she was trembling. She looked so vulnerable sitting there, so alone. Peter hadn't known her long, but he felt extremely protective of her. Maybe it was because of the dream, he wasn't sure. He just knew at the moment he would do anything for her.
"Hey," Peter began. "Donnivan's in jail. He can't get you now, and I won't let anyone else take you away alright?"
Aurora held out her pinky to Peter. Whenever her father made a serious promise to her, he would pinky swear on it. It was stronger than a normal promise. It was one never meant to be broke.
Peter went to grab her pinky and she pulled away.
"Understand before you do it Peter, that a pinky swear is a very serious promise. You can't break it once you swear."
Peter smiled. "I understand."
Aurora held out her pinky again and Peter took it. Then she leaned into him. Peter was shocked, but wrapped an arm protectively around her.
"I'm so scared, Peter."
"I know you are, but I won't let anything happen to you."
A moment later Caine walked in on their sentimental moment. "I am sorry for disturbing you."
"It's alright, Pop, you can come in."
"Are both alright?"
"Yeah," Peter replied. "We're fine. In fact we have to go to the station."
Aurora sat up. "Do I have to see Donnivan?"
Peter shook his head. "No way kiddo. I'll make sure he's not around."
"Peter I must speak with you alone," Caine told him.
"Sure pop." He lifted his arm off of Aurora. "I'll be right back. Just relax alright?"
Aurora nodded. Peter got up and walked out of the room with his father.
"I'm glad you called me out here Pop. I wanted to talk too. When Aurora got mad, I felt this."
"Power," Caine interjected when Peter trailed off.
"Yeah," his son replied. "Exactly. How did you know?" Peter put up hand when Caine opened his mouth to reply. "Wait let me guess, you felt it to."
Caine nodded slightly. "I did. The first time was when she woke on the window seat."
"Wait a minute you felt it before and your just now saying something?"
Caine shrugged. "It was not my place to tell you. Besides if I had would you have truly believed me?"
"Yes, no, I don't know," Peter said angrily, his voice rising. "The point is you should have told me Pop. It would have been better than just feeling an unexpected surge of it like a slap in the face."
"I apologize. I should have warned you," Caine replied calmly. "I thought it was better for you to find out on your own. I did not know it would be this strong."
"What is it? What is that..power she lets off?"
"She gets it from her father, and her mother."
"What are you talking about."
"There is much our young friend has not told us, but I believe it is because she does not know herself."
"Pop would you please just stop talking in riddles and tell me what the hell is going on?"
Caine looked at something past his son. Peter turned around and saw Aurora standing in the doorway, leaning against the wooden frame. She had a somber look on her face.
"Are you ok?" Peter asked, going to her.
Aurora nodded, backing away from him.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"Why are you talking about me?"
"Did you hear us?" Caine asked, walking over to them.
She shook her head. "I just knew you were."
Caine raised an eyebrow. "You felt it?"
"Yeah."
"Alright," Peter said getting annoyed. "I want to know what the hell is going on. NOW!"
His emphasis on 'now' caused Aurora to jump. This was not lost to Peter, but he was frustrated, and not about to comfort her, until he knew everything. The entire truth.
"Calm down, Peter," Caine told him.
"I will not calm down!" Peter exclaimed. "Both of you are keeping something from me, and I want to know what it is!"
"I'm not sure if Aurora and I are keeping the same thing from you."
"What are you talking about?" Aurora asked, completely confused to what was going on.
"Aurora, since your father died, has any..strange things happened?"
She shook her head.
"Nothing?" Caine persisted. "No strange feelings?
"Well yeah. I mean I would get a bad feeling, or when something would happen it would be like De Ja Vu. Doesn't that happen to everyone?
"Sometimes," Caine continued. "What about things out of the ordinary happening? Perhaps when you were angry or frightened?"
Aurora shrugged. "There was one time. When Tom was hitting me," She wrapped her arms around herself. "I was sure he was going to kill me."
"What happened?" Peter asked.
"A painting flew off the wall, and smacked into Tom. I didn't know what had happened. No one else was in the room. It was like magick."
Caine raised an eyebrow. "Perhaps it was."
Aurora looked at him like he was crazy. "Um Peter is he alright?"
He continued before his son could answer. "Your father never spoke of your family's origin?
She shrugged. "Not really. He said it didn't matter where we came from. It only matters where we are and where we're going."
"Pop what's this all about?" Peter interjected, as much in the dark as Aurora.
Caine ignored him for the moment. "He told you nothing of his history? Of his past?"
"No," she replied becoming irritated. "Caine what is this all about?"
Both Caine and Peter felt the beginning of her power prickling along their skin.
"Please remain calm," Caine said with a slight harshness to his voice.
He wasn't mad with Aurora, and normally remained composed, but he knew if she used too much power, she would exhaust herself. Besides that, she didn't know how to control it, which meant if she lashed out with raw power, she risked hurting Caine, Peter, and even herself.
"I'm sick of staying calm!" she exclaimed. "I want to know what the hell is going on!"
Peter and Caine felt the power emanating off of her. There wasn't a breeze in the room, but a chill wind blew past them. The surge of energy pushed against Peter's chest making it hard to breath. Caine had been prepared, and was not as affected by it. He knew how to block it out, how to keep it from flowing in him.
Aurora felt the power to. She felt it crawl against her flesh and trickle down her spine. She felt it boil in the base of her belly, and coarse through her veins. It burned her like scalding water being thrown at her. Aurora felt it growing, but didn't know how to stop it. She felt the wind rush past her head, cooling the sweat that slid down her face.
"You must calm down before you hurt yourself," Caine told her.
It was too late. Aurora started to fall, and probably would have hit the wood floor, if Peter had not caught her. He eased her down and she sat cradled in his arms. The power was still locked inside of her, and she had no idea how to release it. She could feel it burning in her chest, aching to be released.
"What's happening?" She gasped, eyes wide and frightened.
"You must control the power growing inside of you," Caine told her. "Concentrate on the power. Direct it towards something."
Aurora tried as hard as she could, but it kept growing. It was as if something that had been locked inside her, and built up over the years was pouring out of her in an agonizing motion.
"Concentrate!" Caine told her.
"I CAN'T" Aurora screamed.
"You can," Caine told her.
Aurora grabbed Peter's shirt and screamed. Glass objects around the apartment started to burst as if they were small explosives. Aurora screamed again and Peter clung to her. He felt her power surging through him. His scream mixed with hers. Two pots on the windowsill shattered like they were nothing. One final blood-curling scream escaped her lips. More pots exploded, along with some herb jars. She released so much power it even caused Caine to fall to his knees.
Then there was nothing. The power was gone, and silence remained. No one spoke. The only sound was that of their gasping breaths, and wildly beating hearts.
Peter looked down at Aurora. Silent tears stained her face, as she clung to him. She was pale, and beads of sweat clung to her pale skin.
"Are you alright?" he asked her.
Aurora didn't trust her voice yet, so she only nodded.
"Pop?"
"I am fine." He stood up slowly. "Perhaps we should go in the kitchen and speak."
Peter looked back down to Aurora. "Can you walk?"
"I think so," her voice a bit unsteady, but it was better than what she originally thought.
Aurora used Peter's shoulders as a brace, and pushed herself up. Her knees were wobbly, and she had to lean against the wall to keep from falling. Peter quickly stood, getting a little light headed as he did so. He steadied himself and turned to Aurora.
"Do you need help?"
She nodded.
Peter put an arm around her waist, and she slung her arm over his shoulders. It was a bit awkward due to the size difference, but they made into the kitchen behind Caine. Peter eased her down in the chair, and took the seat next to her. Caine was sitting across from them.
"I believe we have much to discuss."
"We figured that much Pop. Can you please tell us what's going on?"
"I will tell you what I can."
Peter was about to argue, but his cell phone rang. He sighed and answered it.
"Caine." His father and Aurora were watching him. "Now? All right, all right. I'm on my way." He hung up the phone. "That was Kermit. Apparently the Chief is wondering where we are, screaming it to be exact. He wants us down there for our statements."
"Now?" Asked a tired Aurora.
"So it seems. Are you ok to do this?" He asked seeing she was still a little pale.
"I'll be fine. Let's just get this over with." She got up slowly, but a dizzy spell still washed over her. She leaned against the table to steady herself.
"Are you alright?" Caine asked, reaching out to help.
Aurora moved out of reach. "I said I'm fine."
"You don't look fine to me," Peter said.
"Please stop treating me like I'm two, and just take me to the station so we can get this over with."
"Alright," Peter complied. "Let's go."
Aurora walked out with out waiting for the two of them. Father and son exchanged a glance, before following behind her.
~END~
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Begin Story
When Aurora opened her eyes, it was dark. She felt strong arms wrapped around her, but surprisingly she wasn't scared. In fact she was just the opposite. She felt safe, snuggled in warm, secure arms. It was like her father used to hold her when she was a little girl. Especially after she had a nightmare. He would scoop Aurora in his arms, and rock her until she fell back asleep still sitting in his lap. She would wake up the next morning with him still holding her.
The illusion faded as Aurora remembered her father was dead. She lifted her head to see the owner of the arms. Peter had his head resting against the wall with his eyes closed. Looking at the position he was in, Aurora realized that he couldn't be comfortable. Although it was a nice feeling for her, Aurora knew it wouldn't last. It was only a fantasy that would soon be shattered by the harshness of reality. She began to wiggle out of his arms, waking Peter in the process.
"Hey you."
Aurora looked up at Peter. "Sorry I didn't mean to wake you," she said as she got off of him. She walked over to the wall and sat down with her knees drawn to her chest and her arms wrapped around them.
Peter noticed that fear was present in her eyes again. Like she had done something horribly wrong and was about to be punished.
"It's ok," he replied, sitting up, rubbing the back of his neck. "I might have been stuck in that position forever if you hadn't woke me up."
He smiled at Aurora. He noticed some of the tension leaving her shoulders, and the dread draining from her eyes. Peter hated to do this, but he had to know who Donnivan Estevez was.
"Aurora," Peter began, with a solemn look on his face.
"I know," she said cutting him off. "You want to know how I know Donnivan."
Peter nodded. He watched Aurora as the tension crept back in her shoulders. Hidden in the shadows he realized she looked much younger than sixteen. She looked like a little girl lost in a world of demons ready to devour her at every turn.
Aurora sighed. "Donnivan is a friend of Tom's. I mean a really good friend. They've known each other since college. He used to come over and.look at me funny. I would always hide in my room until he left."
"What do you mean look at you funny?" Peter asked, not sure he wanted to hear the answer.
"Let's just say I would see Tom eye my mother the same way."
Peter felt anger welling in the pit of his stomach.
"Well one day Tom decided I had to clean the kitchen, while he and Donnivan drank beer and watched football. Donnivan came into the kitchen while I was drying dishes. He was hovering over my shoulder. He tried to grab me, he was drunk and I was just out of his grasp. I dropped the plate and it broke on the floor. Then I kneed him.um somewhere I knew would hurt and I ran. Unfortunately the only way out of the kitchen was through the living room and Tom was waiting for me. He grabbed me and threw me into the wall. I hit my head pretty hard, so I was kind of dazed, but I knew if I stayed Tom would gladly hand me over to Donnivan," Aurora shuttered at the thought. "So I picked up the vase that was on the table and threw it at him. It didn't do much damaged, but it shocked him enough that I could get past him. I ran and hid on the streets for two days."
Aurora sighed, and rested her head on her knees.
"What happened?" Peter asked.
She shrugged. "What do you think happened? The police found me and brought me home." She laughed bitterly. "I got the worst beating I had ever had in my life. I was out cold for three days. Tom told everyone I fell down the stairs."
"What did you tell them?"
"I didn't remember what happened Peter. I still don't, but I know that I did not fall down any stairs."
"Why didn't you tell someone about your suspicions?"
"Because, because Tom told me that if I ever said anything he'd."
"He'd what?"
Aurora looked away from him. "He'd leave me alone with Donnivan in a locked room, until Donnivan told him he was done."
"Did he ever do it?"
"NO!" Aurora said angrily, and for the first time Peter felt a strong power emanating off of her. It prickled along his skin like goose bumps.
Peter shook his head trying to figure out what it was he felt. He never felt anything like this from her before.
"Donnivan never touched me!" Aurora exclaimed, her anger rising. The power along with it.
"Calm down," Peter told her, walking over to her. He sat down next to her, careful not to touch her. "I believe you. If you say he didn't, then he didn't, but why is he here?" Peter could feel the power receding back inside her. When she spoke again, the anger was gone from her voice.
"Tom sent him. I told you they were really good friends. Donnivan is like Tom's do boy. Tom says jump and Donnivan says how high. I figured Tom would send someone after me. I never, in a million years dreamed that it would be Donnivan or that he would find me."
Peter didn't understand why Tom was so anxious to get Aurora back. She was just a girl. There had to be a reason. Peter had to figure out what it was, before Tom sent someone else.
He looked over at Aurora. Silent tears were streaming down her face, and she was trembling. She looked so vulnerable sitting there, so alone. Peter hadn't known her long, but he felt extremely protective of her. Maybe it was because of the dream, he wasn't sure. He just knew at the moment he would do anything for her.
"Hey," Peter began. "Donnivan's in jail. He can't get you now, and I won't let anyone else take you away alright?"
Aurora held out her pinky to Peter. Whenever her father made a serious promise to her, he would pinky swear on it. It was stronger than a normal promise. It was one never meant to be broke.
Peter went to grab her pinky and she pulled away.
"Understand before you do it Peter, that a pinky swear is a very serious promise. You can't break it once you swear."
Peter smiled. "I understand."
Aurora held out her pinky again and Peter took it. Then she leaned into him. Peter was shocked, but wrapped an arm protectively around her.
"I'm so scared, Peter."
"I know you are, but I won't let anything happen to you."
A moment later Caine walked in on their sentimental moment. "I am sorry for disturbing you."
"It's alright, Pop, you can come in."
"Are both alright?"
"Yeah," Peter replied. "We're fine. In fact we have to go to the station."
Aurora sat up. "Do I have to see Donnivan?"
Peter shook his head. "No way kiddo. I'll make sure he's not around."
"Peter I must speak with you alone," Caine told him.
"Sure pop." He lifted his arm off of Aurora. "I'll be right back. Just relax alright?"
Aurora nodded. Peter got up and walked out of the room with his father.
"I'm glad you called me out here Pop. I wanted to talk too. When Aurora got mad, I felt this."
"Power," Caine interjected when Peter trailed off.
"Yeah," his son replied. "Exactly. How did you know?" Peter put up hand when Caine opened his mouth to reply. "Wait let me guess, you felt it to."
Caine nodded slightly. "I did. The first time was when she woke on the window seat."
"Wait a minute you felt it before and your just now saying something?"
Caine shrugged. "It was not my place to tell you. Besides if I had would you have truly believed me?"
"Yes, no, I don't know," Peter said angrily, his voice rising. "The point is you should have told me Pop. It would have been better than just feeling an unexpected surge of it like a slap in the face."
"I apologize. I should have warned you," Caine replied calmly. "I thought it was better for you to find out on your own. I did not know it would be this strong."
"What is it? What is that..power she lets off?"
"She gets it from her father, and her mother."
"What are you talking about."
"There is much our young friend has not told us, but I believe it is because she does not know herself."
"Pop would you please just stop talking in riddles and tell me what the hell is going on?"
Caine looked at something past his son. Peter turned around and saw Aurora standing in the doorway, leaning against the wooden frame. She had a somber look on her face.
"Are you ok?" Peter asked, going to her.
Aurora nodded, backing away from him.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"Why are you talking about me?"
"Did you hear us?" Caine asked, walking over to them.
She shook her head. "I just knew you were."
Caine raised an eyebrow. "You felt it?"
"Yeah."
"Alright," Peter said getting annoyed. "I want to know what the hell is going on. NOW!"
His emphasis on 'now' caused Aurora to jump. This was not lost to Peter, but he was frustrated, and not about to comfort her, until he knew everything. The entire truth.
"Calm down, Peter," Caine told him.
"I will not calm down!" Peter exclaimed. "Both of you are keeping something from me, and I want to know what it is!"
"I'm not sure if Aurora and I are keeping the same thing from you."
"What are you talking about?" Aurora asked, completely confused to what was going on.
"Aurora, since your father died, has any..strange things happened?"
She shook her head.
"Nothing?" Caine persisted. "No strange feelings?
"Well yeah. I mean I would get a bad feeling, or when something would happen it would be like De Ja Vu. Doesn't that happen to everyone?
"Sometimes," Caine continued. "What about things out of the ordinary happening? Perhaps when you were angry or frightened?"
Aurora shrugged. "There was one time. When Tom was hitting me," She wrapped her arms around herself. "I was sure he was going to kill me."
"What happened?" Peter asked.
"A painting flew off the wall, and smacked into Tom. I didn't know what had happened. No one else was in the room. It was like magick."
Caine raised an eyebrow. "Perhaps it was."
Aurora looked at him like he was crazy. "Um Peter is he alright?"
He continued before his son could answer. "Your father never spoke of your family's origin?
She shrugged. "Not really. He said it didn't matter where we came from. It only matters where we are and where we're going."
"Pop what's this all about?" Peter interjected, as much in the dark as Aurora.
Caine ignored him for the moment. "He told you nothing of his history? Of his past?"
"No," she replied becoming irritated. "Caine what is this all about?"
Both Caine and Peter felt the beginning of her power prickling along their skin.
"Please remain calm," Caine said with a slight harshness to his voice.
He wasn't mad with Aurora, and normally remained composed, but he knew if she used too much power, she would exhaust herself. Besides that, she didn't know how to control it, which meant if she lashed out with raw power, she risked hurting Caine, Peter, and even herself.
"I'm sick of staying calm!" she exclaimed. "I want to know what the hell is going on!"
Peter and Caine felt the power emanating off of her. There wasn't a breeze in the room, but a chill wind blew past them. The surge of energy pushed against Peter's chest making it hard to breath. Caine had been prepared, and was not as affected by it. He knew how to block it out, how to keep it from flowing in him.
Aurora felt the power to. She felt it crawl against her flesh and trickle down her spine. She felt it boil in the base of her belly, and coarse through her veins. It burned her like scalding water being thrown at her. Aurora felt it growing, but didn't know how to stop it. She felt the wind rush past her head, cooling the sweat that slid down her face.
"You must calm down before you hurt yourself," Caine told her.
It was too late. Aurora started to fall, and probably would have hit the wood floor, if Peter had not caught her. He eased her down and she sat cradled in his arms. The power was still locked inside of her, and she had no idea how to release it. She could feel it burning in her chest, aching to be released.
"What's happening?" She gasped, eyes wide and frightened.
"You must control the power growing inside of you," Caine told her. "Concentrate on the power. Direct it towards something."
Aurora tried as hard as she could, but it kept growing. It was as if something that had been locked inside her, and built up over the years was pouring out of her in an agonizing motion.
"Concentrate!" Caine told her.
"I CAN'T" Aurora screamed.
"You can," Caine told her.
Aurora grabbed Peter's shirt and screamed. Glass objects around the apartment started to burst as if they were small explosives. Aurora screamed again and Peter clung to her. He felt her power surging through him. His scream mixed with hers. Two pots on the windowsill shattered like they were nothing. One final blood-curling scream escaped her lips. More pots exploded, along with some herb jars. She released so much power it even caused Caine to fall to his knees.
Then there was nothing. The power was gone, and silence remained. No one spoke. The only sound was that of their gasping breaths, and wildly beating hearts.
Peter looked down at Aurora. Silent tears stained her face, as she clung to him. She was pale, and beads of sweat clung to her pale skin.
"Are you alright?" he asked her.
Aurora didn't trust her voice yet, so she only nodded.
"Pop?"
"I am fine." He stood up slowly. "Perhaps we should go in the kitchen and speak."
Peter looked back down to Aurora. "Can you walk?"
"I think so," her voice a bit unsteady, but it was better than what she originally thought.
Aurora used Peter's shoulders as a brace, and pushed herself up. Her knees were wobbly, and she had to lean against the wall to keep from falling. Peter quickly stood, getting a little light headed as he did so. He steadied himself and turned to Aurora.
"Do you need help?"
She nodded.
Peter put an arm around her waist, and she slung her arm over his shoulders. It was a bit awkward due to the size difference, but they made into the kitchen behind Caine. Peter eased her down in the chair, and took the seat next to her. Caine was sitting across from them.
"I believe we have much to discuss."
"We figured that much Pop. Can you please tell us what's going on?"
"I will tell you what I can."
Peter was about to argue, but his cell phone rang. He sighed and answered it.
"Caine." His father and Aurora were watching him. "Now? All right, all right. I'm on my way." He hung up the phone. "That was Kermit. Apparently the Chief is wondering where we are, screaming it to be exact. He wants us down there for our statements."
"Now?" Asked a tired Aurora.
"So it seems. Are you ok to do this?" He asked seeing she was still a little pale.
"I'll be fine. Let's just get this over with." She got up slowly, but a dizzy spell still washed over her. She leaned against the table to steady herself.
"Are you alright?" Caine asked, reaching out to help.
Aurora moved out of reach. "I said I'm fine."
"You don't look fine to me," Peter said.
"Please stop treating me like I'm two, and just take me to the station so we can get this over with."
"Alright," Peter complied. "Let's go."
Aurora walked out with out waiting for the two of them. Father and son exchanged a glance, before following behind her.
~END~
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