Author's Note: I watched the movie and it was AMAZING! I wanted to see what it would be like for there to be another immortal who was hiding out while the movie was taking place and now she's coming back! It's a work in progress believe me, and I will admit I never read the comics. Not yet at least, since now I'm interested in reading them with how great the movie was!

Give me some grace and leave ohm love in how I'm doing with this!

Paris, France

The air was sweet, sweeter than other days when I received word from an old friend.

This friend, I haven't seen in decades.

Of course, I would be the idiot to say yes in meeting him and hearing him out, it seemed important. Not to mention I had a nasty thought that it had something to do with what happened in London and the late pharmaceutical giant Steven Merrick. It was all over the headlines all around the world, and of course, being the nosy person I was, I found the demise of the executive seemed too coincidental.

It had their name written all over it.

Which would lead me to walk along the streets of Paris to meet with my old comrade. It was sweet in the air, the single of rain coming as I adjusted my Ray-Ban sunglasses and hammy hood on over my head in both avoidance of the rain and wandering eyes. As soon as I heard from him, I knew this was not a casual meeting. Because the last time I spoke to the group, I broke ties with them on purpose.

Never to talk to me again.

My life was already rained and troubling as it was, and for the past years that I was alone and self-isolating from my old comrades, it made me feel as though I was doing something right and good. If there is one thing I learned about my life is this: exposure will kill you. I've lived long enough to see plenty of royals rise and fall, and yet my own life could be taken from a sheer act of stupidity on my part. I had to be smart since numbers weren't on my side.

He was leaning against ledge of the bridge, overlooking the river that was below him. I could see him from afar, seeing how he leaned against the stone ledge and looked down at the water with tension in his shoulders. He knew something, and as I ascended the steps to go closer to him, he shifted to face me. His hair pushed back away from his face, sunglasses hiding his eyes, and a dark leather jacket over his outfit of jeans and t-shirt with boots. I stopped as well, not wanting to get too close yet as he was eyeing me up and down as if to analyze and see if I changed. He and I knew I haven't changed.

Neither of us had.

"You look good," He said in French to me, having me slowly shift my hands from being in my jacket pockets and held them at my sides, seeing him then chuckle and throw up his hands in mock surrender.

"I'm not going to do anything," he said in a grubbed tone, seeing that I was tense in front of him. I would be since it's been some time that I had contact from my past that I swore to leave behind. But yet there was part of it in front of me as if we were friends who were meeting for a casual lunch.

"I know your track record," I reminded him as I reluctantly walked over to stand next to him and leaned against the same ledge. He nodded in agreement.

"I would question it too. You were hard to find," he commented.

"Wasn't that the point?" I questioned.

"Yeah, and yet how is it I remembered this would be the one safe spot that you favorited over all the others, and the one that's under your name?" He asked, having me look over at him briefly as he took off his sunglasses to show his face. Even though he hasn't aged, I could see the worn look there etched on his skin and under his eyes. He has changed, and as much as I wanted to ask, I waited to hear from him.

"So why come back here to see me?" I asked, seeing him in his pause and how he was thinking of the right word to say. He then let out a long sigh, almost like whatever he was holding in was making it hard for him to breathe.

"They banished me,"

I said nothing, though my head was spinning from how casual and yet in pain, it sounded coming out of his mouth. He looked away from me and down in the water below. I sighed too, knowing that this was more serious than before.

"For how long?" I asked because the mere thought of banishment was bitter on my tongue yet he was speaking as though it settled onto his skin and there wasn't any other way around it.

"100 years," He replied. I hummed.

"Doesn't seem long,"

"I deserve it though, after what I did," He said, not in shame but acceptance. He said nothing else after that, having me tap my fingers on the ledge and then look over at him with my cocked head

"So you're gonna try to come back and see if I wanna team up as a duo?" I had to ask, not knowing any other reasons for him to track me down in Paris and talk to me about the others. He had a dry chuckle.

"I know how you work, you'd stab me before I would even try to join you," He replied, having me shrug and nod.

"I've done that before," I reminded him. He chuckled, then laced his fingers on the top of the ledge,

"They don't know I came here to talk to you, in fact after they banished me they didn't look back," he explained, "But you heard what happened in London I'm taking it?"

"As much as I wanted to believe the news reports, I'm sorry to say I had some kind of hunch that you all were involved," I admitted, seeing his somber face looking a bit more somber than moments before. I shifted, sensing the seriousness of the mood as I eyed him carefully, "What is it?"

"Merrick was sure that he could find immortality through us," he explained to me, both of our voices low to have other citizens pass by without them hearing anything. I gave him a confused look.

"How is that possible?" I asked.

"He found out about us," He answered, having me tense up a bit as he cracked his neck slightly and hissed, "We were given a bogey assignment from a CIA agent who framed us and exposed us to Merrick. They got the best of us, and they took Nicky and Joe.."

"Nicolas and Joseph?" I asked in a rush. He could sense my panic from hearing about them both. He gently placed his hand on my arm as he could see me tense up.

"We saved them," He explained, having me sigh in relief, "In fact, we stopped the whole thing before it got worse. But I did have a part in it….which was why I was banished," I bit my lower lip and looked dead ahead, not knowing what else to say since it's been too long since I was with them. I had no say in what was right and wrong since I didn't know their dynamic and how they functioned as a group in comparison to when I was with them.

"Immortality makes you think of crazy things and how lonely you can be," he reminded me, having me see him look at me from the corner of my eye. I knew what he was talking about: in comparison to the others, he and I were still young. Very young, no matter how many decades we took. He knew that being alone with what we were was a death sentence in itself, and I was still juggling with that thought.

"Anyways," He said, breaking out of his own trance as he handed me a few pieces of paper, both of with were heavy parchment with his scribble on the top, "Wanted to give you these."

I took them carefully, the weight of the paper against my oily fingers as I tried to maneuver them carefully. He chuckled.

"Don't worry, it's not as bad as it was when we were younger in the Revolution days," he reassured me as I then looked at the first parchment on the top. It looked to see a set of coordinates and an address to somewhere out in Italy.

"What's this?" I asked curiously.

"It's the address for their recent safe house," He explained, "We got it a few years before all of this went down. I know Nicky and Joe are going to be there and they're planning on laying low for a while to get their bearings," I gave him a weary look, thinking that this could be a bad idea.

"Look—" I started but he held up his hand to me.

"Nicky and Joe have missed you," I went quiet when he said this as he shrugged, "It's not meant to make you feel bad, honestly it's not. But you were part of us and when you left it made us all take a step back….it was the worst on Nicky."

"I did what was best," I reasoned, trying to remain calm.

"And I think he knows you made the right choice," He explained some more to me to show he understood, "But you know how he is….you were his favorite,"

"Jesus, that sounds harsh," I grumbled, rubbing the back of my neck.

"Want me to lie?" he asked me, having me breathing out slowly, "Joe misses you too. He doesn't show it as Nicky does, and it's not because of Nicky. Joe does miss you,"

"What about Andy?" I had to ask. Andy was our leader, the oldest one in our tribe, and someone whom we would follow into every battle. If I saw battles that were bloody, she saw battles that were pure carnage. As tough and rough she was around the edges from time to time, I knew her demons were heard for her to swallow as centuries came and went.

"She does….in her own right," He answered, having me see him grin, "Let's be honest, she does have a heart deep down in there."

"I know she does," I agreed. He even smiled too as I then held up the second parchment paper in front of him, "And this one?"

"My information, in case you need anything," He explained.

"What, you don't wanna buddy up?" I asked, wanting to sound amused by it as he was thinking about it. Loneliness, even for those like us, can kill you quicker and it's a bit deadlier than what we had intended for this kind of life we were all in.

"I think I need to be on my own for a bit," He explained, having me feel a sense of heartbreak for a second for him since he was so calm about being alone, "What I did, and how I did it…I can't be around people for a bit."

That guilt was settling in once again in the pit of my stomach, sensing how he was experiencing this. I knew I wasn't there for all that happened, but there was a smaller sense of feeling what he was feeling. Almost like I was a spirit there with them all, and now that it was fragile…maybe this wasn't a bad idea for me to see the others again.

Carefully, I folded the parchment paper and placed it in the hidden pocket of my jacket, crackling my knuckles and seeing the calloused skin along with the bones. He looked too, his raised eyebrow significantly behind his sunglasses and he pointed with his own finger.

"You've been shooting lately?" He asked, having me shrug slowly.

"Just game," I answered, seeing him give me a small smirk.

"Animal or human?" he asked, having me grin as I turned and leaned my back on the ledge ad folded my arms in front of myself.

"Is there a difference?" I questioned back.

"Depends on the battle you're in," he answered, the both of us laughing from the remark. He then pushed himself up from against the ledge and shoved his hands back in his pocket. I gave him a look, seeing that he was about to go into the mist and off on his own once again.

"Go see them," He said to him simply, "I think they need to see you more than you realize,"

"I'll think about it," I told him. It was the best answer I could give and the best I could say since me going back to both be a blessing and a curse. He paused, knowing that he couldn't talk me out of it and make me go there. He slowly nodded his head and I gave him a knowing smile. It felt like it was the best way to end it there. With a turn on his heel, he started to walk in the opposite direction. having me finally remember something that I wanted to ask when I knew we were going to meet up.

"The new one," I called out, seeing him turn and look at me as I was still in my rooted spot on the bridge, "I dreamt of her….I take it you found her?"

"Yeah, Andy did," He answered, "Her name's Nile. An American Marine. She's a young one,"

"Is she good?" I asked. That meant plenty of things in three words. Her morals, her sense of fight or flight, or soul…all of it rolled into one as he thought about it for a second. She was the newest one to come through into our kind of world in over 200 years, which seemed like such a large gap.

"She's not as good as you, but you'll get a run for your money with her," he answered, giving me one last smile before walking offend blending into the crowd. I watched him go, thinking that there was nothing else I could say to him. I went off on my own for only a handful of decades, but now he was going to experience being alone for 100 years. As much as I wanted to have him with me to take away that small glimpse of isolation, he was stubborn in his ways. I couldn't only hope that he was going to be fine on his own.

I shuffled a bit in my spot, now feeling conflicted as I didn't know what I was about to do.

Once I got back to my flat about ten minutes later, I grabbed the passports and documents that I would need to get through, then packing up my duffle bag to get a few days worth of clothes that would pass me by. It was hard to know what to bring and what to leave behind. I haven't done this kind fo traveling in a decade or so, not for this kind of mission. Was it a mission, or a reunion of sorts.

I was walking into a delicate situation, not only that the others just back from almost being extinct, but another was there in the mix. It was surreal, and I wondered if I was able to handle this. Why was I doubting this? I knew these people, I travel with them, fought with them, and even seen them fall over and over.

Why was this different though? Why was I willing to go back?

After I got all of my things together, I looked over at my closet that had my weapon tucked away. I used this weapon plenty of times, on plenty of people I knew were monsters in their own right. I could see how it was slightly visible, and I was tempted to take it with me. But, then again, something about this upcoming meeting with them didn't scream out to me to be prepared.

So I walked over, seeing the secret compartment that was tucked in the back of the closet that would be opened with press against the wood. It was a small slip into the darkness of the closet, I made it to fit my weapon perfectly as I slipped it inside and pushed the door closed again.

Walking over to the mirror near my closet, I took a long look at my appearance. I had a round face, freckles splattered across my fair skin, and along my arms and shoulder blades from being out in the sun far too many times. My hair was a mixture of red and blond, the darker shades fo red there seeping through the dirty blond locks as my hair was now down barely below my shoulders. My eyes were hazel, though they were learning more to being green today than any other color, and the curves of my hips and stomach showed I was no stick figure, nor was I would of weight or shape. No matter how many times I would look in the mirror, even throughout the periods when I sported the fashion of the day, it was surreal to see my face and how youthful it still was.

Time, though it was kind to me, never lasted forever.

It was the last thing I did, gathering my belongings and heading locking my door behind me. I was leaving my safe bubble for something that could either be a success or a disaster.

Venice, Italy

3 Days Later

"Eccola, Signora"

"Grazie,"

I grabbed my one duffle bag within my grasp and threw my backpack on as I then paid the taxi driver with a generous tip and threw on my sunglasses. it was humid and warm in the city, sun shining down brightly from the contrast of what I was somewhat used to in France. I missed this town, the constant smell of the Canals, and the freshly made food on every other corner of the restaurants. It was a flashback for me as I was looking up at the building that was right in front of me. At least four floors, the top floor had an open terrace with a wrap-around balcony. It had to be them.

Was I ready to see them?

I knew I made the right choice when I walked away, but times does a funny thing to your mind when at first you thought it was a good choice, but then later one you're doubting yourself. I've done that dozens of times, beyond dozens of times, but this was different and much needed now.

It killed me knowing that they were in trouble, whoever this Merrick person almost killed them all off and they would have been gone forever. However he was going to do it, and no matter how many times I would have to reassure myself that we couldn't die from those kinds of methods, it was still a troubling feeling that it could happen. But I also knew the others, how long they were alive, and how many battles and wards they endured. Far more before I came along, so I knew they could have handled themselves.

Finally, walking up the four flights of stairs and hearing the people in their apartment chatting away about their own lives, I had to wonder if this was right and if this was good. I found their door, all the way on the end, and I heard nothing at first on the otherwise of the door as I was standing right outside of it. My stomach was now in knots, it almost made me want to vomit.

This was a bad idea.

I was about to turn back around when I heard a cackle of laughter on the otherwise of the door. It was deep and soothing, having me freeze up and know who that laugh belonged. I sighed suddenly, a wave of emotion came through I saw him in my head,

Joseph.

I loved this laugh, it was soothing and warm at the same time as it was low and gentle. I remember how we would laugh together from a joke or when Andy would win at randoms games we would inflict on her. It reminded me of home, and from what I learned from them all at one time, home is where we all are. I missed my home with him, and before I could even blink twice or re-think my actions, I was knocking on the door.

But I had a specific knock on the door that I would use on them in the past. If they made a new knock, I didn't know. But I knew the one I used many a time. This knock was one slow and two fast. Almost like a quick step in a dance.

It was silent on the otherwise of the door.

I froze, instantly thinking of the worst since this could go either way. I had to think if I left them on a sour note, did I? Plenty you years went by, and though I remembered it clearly in my mind on how the conversation went, how did they remember it?

The door opened suddenly, and I saw Yusuf Al-Kaysani right in front of me. Or who I called Joseph.

He looked just the same as he did when I left them all behind. His beard, the twinkle of history in his dark eyes that also had love and adoration towards Nicky, his thin and yet strong body that could carry his weight, and how he was always on his feet on high alert.

It made me so lightheaded to see him there, and as we locked eyes, I could see that he as holding something in one hand as the other was holding open the door. I could tell he had a pasta dish on the plate, one of his favorites.

"Eleanore," he gasped out, his voice though deep and his accent was distinct, it was shocking. I smiled weakly at him.

"Buon Pommeriggo, Joseph," I said to him calmly, though my voice was wavering.

The plate in his hand fell to the ground shattered on the floor.