Disclaimer: If you don't get that I don't own Rebirth or its characters by now then you are incredibly dense...

Fallen Angel

Chapter 5: Old friend

(A.N.) I realize that in volume 13 they do go to NYC but that has nothing to do with my story!

She was with her mom. She was seven years old again and still innocent. "Mommy?"

"Yes, sweetie?"

"I wanna g—" She was cut off as she was grabbed. She screamed as her mother was also trapped. A cloth over her face, a strange smell, and then darkness...

Remi woke with a start. 'Damn. This just seems my week for disturbing dreams, doesn't it?' She shook her head slightly and turned to her right to see Millenear fast asleep in the seat next to her. Remi blinked and checked her watch. 'We're almost there!' She felt the last, lingering haze of sleep leave her as her brain rushed with excitement, and then dread. 'I still don't know how I'm going to explain this to them,' she thought as she turned to Beryun and Rett sitting across the aisle (Desh always goes by way of baggage compartment).

Millenear awoke to the others already up and alert. Remi and Rett were talking about New York and the other States. Beryun was also listening to the conversation, not adding to it but looking interested all the same. Millenear stretched her arms above her head and looked at the window. 'It's always so interesting to see the world from a birds-eye view.'

She was just drifting into another daze/nap when Rett said, "I have a nasty feeling we forgot something back at the temple." She turned around to look at him. 'He looks worried,' she observed. 'But now that he mentions it...'

"I agree Rett. I think we did forget something...but I can't remember what. Hmmm...maybe we forgot someone? No. We wouldn't do that," she said. Remi's face turned a little red as she twisted around to look at her.

"Oh really? Don't worry you guys, it's just a feeling," she said.

Rett responded, "I know, but why'd we have to leave so early in the morining?"

"Because it's cheaper and most of the passengers are asleep. Plus, we needed to get there at night and with the time difference and all, it just came out this way," Remi replied.

Millenear looked at the younger girl and smiled remembering what (who) they forgot and said, "She's right, Rett, if we did leave anything behind it must not be very important." Her smile widened as she turned back to the window. She saw Rett scratch his head and shrug. 'Good. We'll just leave it at that. It's for the best anyways.'

About 1 hour later the pilot's voice sounded throughout the plane's cabin with the usual commands and soon after the plane had landed in New York's International Airport (If it's called something else, please let me know...). As Remi and the others battled their way through the crowds to pick up their luggage (a.k.a Deshwitat), she scanned the sea of faces for a familiar one.

"Who are ya lookin' for, brat?" Rett asked. She glared at him and, without saying word, drew back her fist for a punch. She was about to let him have it when she spotted...

"ASHER!" she screamed and ran into the open arms of her old mentor, Rett totally forgotten. He grunted as she plowed into him, but held his ground. The others had sprinted after her and found her like that: wrapped in his arms and crying.

Rett stared. "She must know him," he muttered. Desh looked at him, giving him a look that quite clearly, "You think?"

The man Remi was now strangling had jet black hair and red eyes. He was extremely pale and looked to be in his early thirties but something wasn't right about him. Rett knew it, but he couldn't pin it down. He was about to ask Desh or Beryun if they felt it too but Remi finally pulled away from the man and began introductions.

"Everyone, this is my old-time teacher Asher," she paused and Rett waited for the last name, but it never came. Instead, Asher interrupted her, "Old-time? I do believe I am supposed to instruct you again while you are staying with us, peu de dragon." He had a slight French accent. Remi turned and glared at him, blushing slightly. "I thought I told you not to call me that."

"You did." Asher's face was expressionless but Rett could see a hint of amusement in his red eyes. Remi sighed gustily.

"Fine, have it your way," she mumbled. "Anyway, mon enseignant, this is Millenear, an exorcist," she pointed to Millenear, who bowed slightly with a "Please to meet you." She motioned to Beryun and himself next, "This is Beryun, a monk and sorcereress of Yung Sung Temple. And this is Rett, a swordsman, also of Yung Sung Temple and Beryun's partner." She ended with Desh. "This is Deshwitat, a vampire," she said, "but I'm sure you already knew that," she added.

Asher inclined his head and said, "Bon soir. It's a pleasure." He turned to Remi, "Dominic is waiting in the car."

Rett saw surprise and then joy flood the kid's face. 'She's happy, happier than she's been since I met her. She really missed these people but... then, why didn't she ever mention them.' He was about to follow the pair out but stopped when he noticed that Desh, Beryun, and Millenear weren't following.

"What's wrong?" Rett asked.

"That...man," Millenear gulped. She looked to be in shock.

"Is a vampire," Desh finished for her. Rett looked at him and flashed a look at the now still, 'and watching' he realized, pair of Remi and Asher near the doors. 'Well...I guess that answers my question,' he mused. He followed them into the night of New York City as another questioned plagued his mind, "What the HELL is going on here?"

peu de dragon—little dragon

mon enseignant—my teacher

bon soir—good evening

A.N. All of these phrases are French. AND I NEED REVEIWS!