Disclaimer: I own only my own characters, nothing else.

A/N: Sorry if the Victorian English speech isn't very good, I don't know it that well. Oh, and if any of the words are spelt wrong, it's probably because I'm English. Oh, and for any of you that don't know, Alejandro is pronounced Alehandro.

Guardian

Prologue Part Two – Where are we?

Nate woke up in a bed with the sun streaming through the window. He opened his eyes and looked upon the unfamiliar surroundings with unsuppressed panic. His siblings were not with him! He was just about to look for them when a stern looking woman entered and glared at him. Nate backed up slightly.

"Name." She snapped out.

"Nathanial Deveraux ma'am."

"French?"

"Grandfather." Nate paused and decided to take a chance and ask some questions.

"Excuse me ma'am, but I fear I do not know where I am. Could you perhaps help me?"

"You're in Los Angeles, California." At his ever-growing blank look, she continued. "In the United States of America."

"Oh, America, the New Land." The panic started closing in on him once more.

"How is it I am here, when last I knew, I was in England? Where are my siblings?"

The woman was looking at him as if he were a creature of great interest.

"My siblings." Nate tried again. "I have a seventeen year old sister called Elizabeth, she has blonde hair and grey eyes. I also have a half-sister, Amaria Gonzales; she's six with black hair and brown eyes. Alejandro Gonzales is the youngest. He's Amaria's full brother, my half-brother. He's also got black heir and brown eyes. He's only four years old and has never been away from his parents. Neither has Amaria. They'll be terrified. Please, have you seen them?" Nate dropped his hands from her shoulders where he had placed them in his desperation.

"I haven't found anyone called Elizabeth. The younger two are in the building and are being kept until 48 hours have passed since they arrived. After that they will be adopted to a waiting couple."

Nate opened his mouth to protest.

"No, don't say anything, you're not being re-homed with them. No-one wants a teenager, especially not a teenage boy. Besides, no-one will ever believe you're their brother, you don't look anything alike." She turned on her heel, locking the door on her way out.

Nate broke down and wept.