A/N: This story is dedicated to Kimiko Kama. She urged me to write another Tribe fanfic, so here it is. Like the others one, most of the action will take last years after the virus. I hope it's not too much like The Lost Son and The Found Mother. If I think it is, I'll probably take it off and revise it. Also this is Jack's and Delia's story. Now on with the story.
Jack's POV
She looked so peaceful sleeping. No one would expect that he could be a hellion when she was awake. Walking into my daughter's room, I covered her up better. Daughter. It was so strange to hear me say that. She really had no connection to me, at least biologically.
She was one of the many babies lost when their mothers were taken by the Technos. I was lucky enough to hear her crying one night. Even since then, I had raised. So, she was my daughter.
Looking down at her, I lightly brushed hair from her face. It was hard to believe that she was thirteen already. Time seemed to past so quickly. Tomorrow, she would start her first day of eighth grade.
Sneaking back out of her room, I slowly closed the door. I quickly walked to my room and climbed into bed. I couldn't go to sleep though. Tomorrow, I would have to face Ellie, the love of my life. But the problem was that I was not the love of her life. On top of that, tomorrow I would start a search for Bitsy's mother. People that were taken from the Technos were speaking up and claiming their children. I wanted to make sure that I could at least have visitation rights. That means I had to find her before she found me.
Bitsy's POV
Today, I was starting my last year of junior high. I was so excited, but my mood fell when I saw my father. I knew he truly wasn't my father. He had always been truthful to me, so I knew about everything that happened after the virus, including his love for Ellie. Creeping up behind my father, I wrapped my arms around him.
"Boo!" I shouted as I gave him a kiss. He pulled me around and gave me a big hug.
"And how is my little hellion today?" he asked. This had become a ritual, ever since he had caught me fighting with my "cousin" Bray (Jr.). It really wasn't my fault. Bray had said that I was a sissy, and then his face ran into my fist. At least that's my story about what happened.
"I'm absolutely, positively fine. And how is my big poppa bear?" His chuckle vibrated through his body.
"He is absolutely, positively fine." I could tell that it was a little forced, so I asked him what was wrong. "Nothing. Now sit down and eat your breakfast," and with that said, he got up and poured me a bowl of cereal.
"What if one of these days, I decided that I didn't want to eat that in the morning?" Ever since I could remember, I had eaten the same thing for breakfast every morning. I was hoping that I could lighten this tension.
"Well then, I would have to make sure that you were not sick. I mean, this has been your absolute favorite, so for you to change your mind so drastically, that would mean that something was wrong." He laughed as the door bell rang. "Hurry up and eat. That's' probably Bray." Father went to open up the door. I could hear the shouts of Bray and Brady's shouts to calm him.
I quickly ate my last bite and joined my cousins in the living room. Brady thought it was her duty to walk us to school. Don't ask me why, but she did. Gathering my stuff, I gave my father one last kiss and walked out the door.