A/N: 20 hour road trip. Need I say more?
Building Bridges
The two raced to the house they had stood in front of a mere hour and a half before they ran in to Mush and Kid Blink. As both of them fought to catch their breath, William broke the silence.
"Are you actually going to do it this time, Ray?" Rayanne nodded slowly. "I have to. Especially after all of that." She motioned in the general direction from which they had come.
She walked to the front door and calmly raised her fist. She held it there for a minute and took a deep breathe before knocking and taking a few steps back to place more distance between herself and the door causing her to softly bump into William who had made his way behind her. He grabbed her shoulders and smiled at her when she looked up at him squeezing her shoulders reassuringly.
The door opened to reveal an old man dressed in a plain black suit. "Can I help you, miss?" His voice was low and his expressionless face greatly intimidated Rayanne but she knew she had not come this far to be scared off by an old man.
"My name is Rayanne Winters. I received a letter from this address." She held out the letter to him and watched as he slowly opened it and began reading it.
"That women claims to be my mother. I want to know the truth." The man nodded and settled his eyes on William as he folded the letter back up.
"And you are?" William cleared his throat and stepped next to Rayanne so he was by her side. "I am William Hetherrington. I am here to escort Miss Winters. It is not fit for a young woman to travel on her own. I would expect a man such as yourself to be aware of such facts."
The man nodded, opened the door further, and motioned for them to enter. "Please come in. I will notify Miss Peters of your arrival."
The pair stood there gazing about the hallway. The floor was made of black and white marble and the walls were adorned with beautiful works of art and photographs of various landmarks such as the Eiffel Tower. Rayanne made her way about the room intently look at each picture and work. William watched her with great curiosity. He had seen her admire art before, but never this closely.
"Why are you looking at each one so closely?" Rayanne looked at him from where she stood across the room.
"If this woman is who she claims to be I want to make sure she has good taste in art." Her comment made William smile. He continued to watch her as she walked about the room slightly touching the table by the doorway and bending down to view a vase placed on it.
He diverted his gaze to the grand staircase at the far side of the room when he heard footsteps coming down them. He watched as a woman who looked to be in her mid-thirties made her way down the stairs elegantly.
When he rested his eyes on her face he was shocked. It was a spitting image of Rayanne and Sparks but with long blonde hair that matched Dutchy's.
"Ray..." He whispered. He could hear her turn around and heard her gasp almost inaudibly. "So it is true?" She questioned a little louder.
Building Bridges
The two raced to the house they had stood in front of a mere hour and a half before they ran in to Mush and Kid Blink. As both of them fought to catch their breath, William broke the silence.
"Are you actually going to do it this time, Ray?" Rayanne nodded slowly. "I have to. Especially after all of that." She motioned in the general direction from which they had come.
She walked to the front door and calmly raised her fist. She held it there for a minute and took a deep breathe before knocking and taking a few steps back to place more distance between herself and the door causing her to softly bump into William who had made his way behind her. He grabbed her shoulders and smiled at her when she looked up at him squeezing her shoulders reassuringly.
The door opened to reveal an old man dressed in a plain black suit. "Can I help you, miss?" His voice was low and his expressionless face greatly intimidated Rayanne but she knew she had not come this far to be scared off by an old man.
"My name is Rayanne Winters. I received a letter from this address." She held out the letter to him and watched as he slowly opened it and began reading it.
"That women claims to be my mother. I want to know the truth." The man nodded and settled his eyes on William as he folded the letter back up.
"And you are?" William cleared his throat and stepped next to Rayanne so he was by her side. "I am William Hetherrington. I am here to escort Miss Winters. It is not fit for a young woman to travel on her own. I would expect a man such as yourself to be aware of such facts."
The man nodded, opened the door further, and motioned for them to enter. "Please come in. I will notify Miss Peters of your arrival."
The pair stood there gazing about the hallway. The floor was made of black and white marble and the walls were adorned with beautiful works of art and photographs of various landmarks such as the Eiffel Tower. Rayanne made her way about the room intently look at each picture and work. William watched her with great curiosity. He had seen her admire art before, but never this closely.
"Why are you looking at each one so closely?" Rayanne looked at him from where she stood across the room.
"If this woman is who she claims to be I want to make sure she has good taste in art." Her comment made William smile. He continued to watch her as she walked about the room slightly touching the table by the doorway and bending down to view a vase placed on it.
He diverted his gaze to the grand staircase at the far side of the room when he heard footsteps coming down them. He watched as a woman who looked to be in her mid-thirties made her way down the stairs elegantly.
When he rested his eyes on her face he was shocked. It was a spitting image of Rayanne and Sparks but with long blonde hair that matched Dutchy's.
"Ray..." He whispered. He could hear her turn around and heard her gasp almost inaudibly. "So it is true?" She questioned a little louder.