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"Remember the day we met, when you kissed me on the inside of my wrist?" Tate asked Connor, lazily tracing patterns through his hair while they sat on her sofa in her apartment.

What Connor didn't know was that the apartment was paid for by her guardians, the Sailor Scouts, also known as the Senior Partners.

"Yeah, I do. I was staking a claim so no one would move in on you. Vamps can smell when another has left their mark," Connor said as he placed a kiss on the inside of her neck. "It's like an ID tag that warns others off."

'Well,' she thought, 'I'm now someone's property. Wonder what he'd think of Mamá and the Aunties. Probably love them' "Connor, would you like to meet my family some time? Mama and Dad are coming in to town to look over some investments in town, and they're coming to stay with me. They'll be here for about two weeks," Tate said, and she looked over to Connor's face.

"Beep, beep, beep!" Tate's Scout communicator went off, flashing lavender lights and making an obnoxious noise. "What is that thing?" Connor asked as Tate got off the sofa to answer the call.

"Hey! Not exactly the best time, Maura. I'm right in the middle of something." Tate sounded angry as she responded to her friend's call. "Look, Crystal Tokyo has been attacked. The queen and out parents are in the regenerative crystals, but we need a place to hide for a few days, maybe a week" "And you want to hide here? No way! Connor is here half the time, and I don't think he'll appreciate being told I have 8 guests for a week, especially since my apartment only has three bedrooms." "Tell Connor you had a family emergency and that we need to stay with you. Just tell him something, since we're at your door." "What! How? Don't tell me, I'll just get mad. Fine the door's unlocked."

'Great,' she thought 'how do I explain this to Connor? I guess I have to tell him everything. Maybe he won't be to mad.'

"Uh, Connor, I need to tell you something. Something that will most likely affect our relationship. You know my name is Tatiana Plutario, but you don't know my title. My full title is Her Royal Highness, Princess Tatiana Plutario, Guardian of the Gate of Time and Heir to the throne of Pluto." Tate's eyes looked at Connor, searching for his response, wondering how he was taking it.

"You're kidding, right? You're not some princess, you're Tate, the woman I love. You…you can't be a princess!" Connor was going off the wall yelling his denials. He just couldn't believe she hadn't told him, or maybe he couldn't believe it was true. Tate was an ordinary woman, not some alien from Pluto.

"Connor, calm down. I still need to tell you one more thing. And this one is big. The Senior Partners are my parents and their advisors, at least, they are now. That's the reason I was made liaison to your father. My parents wanted to make sure that nothing else happened to you, your father, or any of your friends. And no, my parents nor I had any control on what happened to both Cordelia and Fred. They couldn't change the destiny of either of them. All that happened was for a reason. No one can cheat destiny. Not the rulers of the universe, not mere mortals, not the immortal keeper of time."

"Wait a minute, immortal? Then why do you…how do you…how can you assume the throne?" Connor grasped onto that piece of information.

"Perhaps eternal spirit is better. When our bodies die, the spirit is transferred into the planets' crystal so it, along with past generations, can advise the new ruler. With my job, which I assume in two years, the ancient spirits help me to watch over the flow of time. I'm actually 500 years old. I just look 26. I watched your birth, and your years in Q'ortoth (apologize for the spelling), and everything else."

"Everything?" Connor sneered.

"No, of course not. You've been of great interest to my family and my people, but not that much of an interest. Some things are private."