"Go on inside, she's been waiting for you."

Bob's words rang in Metatron's ears as he passed the threshold and entered the living room. The house was so quiet and empty, it was truly unnerving. The television had been shut off and Eve was nowhere in sight.

He came father into the house, unsure of what to do next. It wasn't his plan to scare Eve, and of course she would be terrified if she found herself alone in the house with some strange man.

And that was another problem-she wouldn't believe anything he said...would she?

'Of course not, she wouldn't believe I was her father anymore than she would believe that Jay was her brother! What was I thinking?!'

Metatron glanced out the window and could see the top of Eve's head poking over the top of a lawn chair back. 'She's out there now, no doubt crying again. She needs someone, so get out there and help her, you twit, it's what you came here for!' his mind screamed at him.

He went through the kitchen to get to the back door and looked out at Eve, he could see her profile. She had a hand over her eyes; she seemed to be resting more than anything else.

Metatron opened the door and starting walking to her.

Eve heard the crunch of leaves as someone was walking up to her. "I'm fine, really, I don't want to talk," she started, thinking it was Jay or Bob trying to help again. "And I'm not hungry, I just want to be left alone-"Eve stopped once she looked up at him.

Metatron stopped walking, he was only six feet away from her now.

Eve stared at him a moment before leaping out of her chair and backing away. "Get away from me!"

"Eve..."

"How'd you know my name?" Her dark eyes were wide with fear.

"I know a lot about you." Metatron said slowly.

"I'll call the police!" she barked.

"Don't be afraid, just look me in the eye." He told her.

Eve didn't stop her backward movement to the fence gate, but she did slow down long enough to look into his face. Her eyes narrowed. "I...think I know you."

"You do, better than you think." Metatron said as he reached into the left breast pocket of his navy suit jacket.

Eve closed her eyes and stood up straight. If this crazy man was going to shoot her, she'd at least stand up to him, there was no way she was going out as a trembling, hysterical wimp!

She stood there, between the fence gate and Metatron with her eyes shut tight and her body rigid. Eve waited for a few moments before she opened her eyes. The man didn't have a gun aimed at her; he had no weapons at all.

The man was holding out a small slip of paper, Eve reached out and snatched it quickly in case it was just some trick so that he could grab her arm.

She looked at it-it was a photograph of the man and a child she knew to be herself. In the picture he was hugging her-they were both smiling to the camera. "Where did you get this?" she asked him, angry.

"I didn't steal the copy that you have on your nightstand, if that's what you're thinking." Metatron said.

"You've been in my room?" Eve demanded.

"Well-"

"Alright, enough of this shit-"

"Watch your mouth young lady." He snapped.

"Who the Hell are you?"

This is it!

"I am your father."

Eve stared at him for a moment before rolling her eyes. "How original. Get out of my yard before I call the cops."

Metatron was surprised. "What...no, hey, listen to me, I really am."

"Are you kidding me? If you've been stalking me long enough to know where I keep my pictures than you ought to know that Jay and Bob have been forcing me to watch Star Wars since before I can remember. You look a lot like the guy in that picture, but you're not my father." Eve said.

"Look at the picture, girl, and tell me I'm not him." Metatron pressed her, pointing at the photo.

Eve compared their features. The same pale skin, the same dark brown hair, hazel eyes...even she had to admit that they did look awfully similar. But still, he couldn't possibly...

"No, you're not him. I don't know who you are, but you aren't my father."

"Yes I am, Eve. Trust me, I am."

"Even if you were my father, and I'm sure you're not, why would I believe you anyway?"

"What?"

"Seeing as this is the first time we've ever even spoken, why should I trust anything you say? Mom told me that you left a few hours after this photo," she waved the picture at him, "was taken. My father walked out on us, on my birthday. You're nothing to me."

"Then why keep the pictures?"

"What?"

"That isn't the only picture of us that you've kept. I've seen them, I have the other copies. Look at me Eve, you know it's true."

Eve was so upset. Bethany's death, and now a man claiming to be her father, what next?!

Her eyes started to water and her throat was getting choked with emotion. Bethany had always told her that her father would come back someday, but Eve had never truly believed her mother.

"Why are you here?" she asked, hating how her voice sounded. She was on the verge of an emotional breakdown, one she didn't intend on having in front of him.

Metatron watched as Eve slowly lost the fight against herself. Tears were tracking down her cheeks, her face was red and he could hear the pain in her voice. She was losing the fight, but not easily. Eve was proud. She didn't want to start crying in front of him.

Metatron didn't know how to answer her question, how could he?

"I came back to...take care of you." He offered feebly.

Eve glared at him, still angry. "Jay and Bob are the ones to take care of me now. Why haven't you come to see me before?"

This was becoming difficult. Metatron couldn't very easily tell the truth, could he? Oh yes, he could just see it now, "Well I was a seraphim until about three hours ago when I had another angel cut off my wings so that I could become human and we could be a family."

She'd sooner call the police than believe that story.

"I-I can't really explain it. I know I've done wrong, but please, give me a chance."

"Why should I? What have you ever done for me? You walked out on us and now you want to come back? Why? Why now?" Eve screamed at him.

"Because I don't want you to think that Bethany was a liar."

"What?"

"Whenever you asked about me, and I know you have, Bethany used to tell you that I'd come back when you needed me the most. If I weren't to come back at all, then that would make Bethany a liar, wouldn't it? I liked Bethany too much not to keep that promise she made to you."

"Don't talk about my mother, you walked out on both of us."

Metatron could see that Eve wasn't going to let it go. "Yes, yes, I did. I walked out on the both of you, but I'm back now. Can you find it in your heart to give me a chance?"

"You don't deserve it." Eve said coldly.

"But-"

"Just stay away from me."

Eve stalked past him and into the house. She locked the door behind her and left Metatron standing alone in the backyard.