Part 6
Zan walked over to the bed and gently shook Angel awake. He wanted to tell her he would be back soon. Her appearance worried him a little, when she opened her eyes he got really concerned, she was so pale, paler than usual, and her eyes were glassy. Sitting next to her on the bed he felt her forehead. She was burning up. He knew he shouldn't have risked sleeping outside for so long. Looking down at her he frowned.
"Zan?" she whispered softly as he brushed an errant lock of her long brown hair off of her pale face.
"It's okay Angel. You just rest I'll figure something out." He meant it to, they couldn't leave if she was sick, if they did they would just be out on the road again.
Her sickness worried him though, she rarely got sick, but the few times she had it was bad. Human medicine didn't help, neither did his powers. It wouldn't have came back if he would have found them a real place to live earlier. He would correct that soon. This really wasn't that bad of a place to stay, and he trusted the Parker's more than he trusted most adults. More than that Angel seemed to trust them. Mr. Parker knew now that they had nowhere else to go, and Angel couldn't travel in her condition. He would have to make up something to tell Mr. Parker and the sheriff to prevent either of them from reporting that he and Angel were alone or trying to find his parents.
Not that they would even have a chance of finding Angel's parents, he didn't even know if she really had any. He knew more about his father than he did about Angel's past. He had asked his mother about Angel's parentage only once. It was the closest he had ever come to being hit by his mother and Khivar. They told him it didn't matter, she was an useless orphan mistake who should never have been born. He never did understand why they hated her so much. He had never been able to hate her. Looking back down at Angel he smiled at her then tucked her back into the bed.
"Go to sleep, my Angel, You need to rest." he said brushing a kiss on her forehead, "I have to go do something, as soon as I'm done, I'll come back okay?"
Angel nodded sleepily as Zan stood up, and walked out of the room and down towards the Crashdown where he knew Mr. Parker and the sheriff were going to talk. He was worried, if he couldn't convince the adults not to call anyone about them, he would not be able to keep Angel from his parents. They would find him and kill Angel, he knew for a fact she wouldn't survive an encounter with them in her condition, she barely survived them when she was well. He didn't like his options if talking didn't work. The three other options he could think of were definite last resorts. Two of them were dangerous but he would do either of them if he had to, for Angel, the third was less risky for everyone involved but still not a good option. Noticing no one was in the Crashdown yet he made himself a tabasco milkshake and sat on a stool at the counter to wait for Mr. Parker to come down and to think of his options. He would do this for Angel, one way or another she would be safe. He was so involved in his thoughts of what to do he did not notice Mr. Parker watching him from the backroom door, or the two people coming in the door.
He noticed Matt at the counter almost immediately, the boy looked so sad. Sitting there in the early morning light sipping a milkshake. He looked so young, with his wrinkled clothing and his hair still messy from sleep. Much younger than the sixteen he portrayed himself to be. He was about to go talk to the boy before he called Sheriff Valenti when he noticed the two people enter. The call to the sheriff could wait, all the help he needed had just walked in. Smiling he turned to go upstairs to tell his wife their daughter was home.
Max walked in to the Crashdown behind his wife and almost ran her over when she stopped suddenly. Looking at her he followed her gaze to look at the young teen sitting at the counter, and froze noticing immediately what had startled her. The boy looked a lot like him, with blond hair that reminded him of Tess. It was his son. His son was sitting in the Crashdown.
Zan walked over to the bed and gently shook Angel awake. He wanted to tell her he would be back soon. Her appearance worried him a little, when she opened her eyes he got really concerned, she was so pale, paler than usual, and her eyes were glassy. Sitting next to her on the bed he felt her forehead. She was burning up. He knew he shouldn't have risked sleeping outside for so long. Looking down at her he frowned.
"Zan?" she whispered softly as he brushed an errant lock of her long brown hair off of her pale face.
"It's okay Angel. You just rest I'll figure something out." He meant it to, they couldn't leave if she was sick, if they did they would just be out on the road again.
Her sickness worried him though, she rarely got sick, but the few times she had it was bad. Human medicine didn't help, neither did his powers. It wouldn't have came back if he would have found them a real place to live earlier. He would correct that soon. This really wasn't that bad of a place to stay, and he trusted the Parker's more than he trusted most adults. More than that Angel seemed to trust them. Mr. Parker knew now that they had nowhere else to go, and Angel couldn't travel in her condition. He would have to make up something to tell Mr. Parker and the sheriff to prevent either of them from reporting that he and Angel were alone or trying to find his parents.
Not that they would even have a chance of finding Angel's parents, he didn't even know if she really had any. He knew more about his father than he did about Angel's past. He had asked his mother about Angel's parentage only once. It was the closest he had ever come to being hit by his mother and Khivar. They told him it didn't matter, she was an useless orphan mistake who should never have been born. He never did understand why they hated her so much. He had never been able to hate her. Looking back down at Angel he smiled at her then tucked her back into the bed.
"Go to sleep, my Angel, You need to rest." he said brushing a kiss on her forehead, "I have to go do something, as soon as I'm done, I'll come back okay?"
Angel nodded sleepily as Zan stood up, and walked out of the room and down towards the Crashdown where he knew Mr. Parker and the sheriff were going to talk. He was worried, if he couldn't convince the adults not to call anyone about them, he would not be able to keep Angel from his parents. They would find him and kill Angel, he knew for a fact she wouldn't survive an encounter with them in her condition, she barely survived them when she was well. He didn't like his options if talking didn't work. The three other options he could think of were definite last resorts. Two of them were dangerous but he would do either of them if he had to, for Angel, the third was less risky for everyone involved but still not a good option. Noticing no one was in the Crashdown yet he made himself a tabasco milkshake and sat on a stool at the counter to wait for Mr. Parker to come down and to think of his options. He would do this for Angel, one way or another she would be safe. He was so involved in his thoughts of what to do he did not notice Mr. Parker watching him from the backroom door, or the two people coming in the door.
He noticed Matt at the counter almost immediately, the boy looked so sad. Sitting there in the early morning light sipping a milkshake. He looked so young, with his wrinkled clothing and his hair still messy from sleep. Much younger than the sixteen he portrayed himself to be. He was about to go talk to the boy before he called Sheriff Valenti when he noticed the two people enter. The call to the sheriff could wait, all the help he needed had just walked in. Smiling he turned to go upstairs to tell his wife their daughter was home.
Max walked in to the Crashdown behind his wife and almost ran her over when she stopped suddenly. Looking at her he followed her gaze to look at the young teen sitting at the counter, and froze noticing immediately what had startled her. The boy looked a lot like him, with blond hair that reminded him of Tess. It was his son. His son was sitting in the Crashdown.