The first collision in the air between us was almost a boom.

We were sparring fast and hard, jabs to the ribs, and across the faces as we were both getting our hits in. He was good, I could tell he was a fighter for certain in how he was moving fast on his feet and quick in his jabs against me. I could tell in how he fought, he wasn't going to hold back with me and he wasn't going to fight clean as well.

But on the other end, I didn't expect him to fight clean.

He got me hard in the hip with a kick and had me fall to the floor, but I saw him raise his leg to strike it down against me. I threw up my arms crisscrossed in front of my chest to block the blow, feeling it hard against my bones as I grabbed his foot, twisted it to have him almost break his ankle and I tossed him over to the ground with a small sprint of energy.

I rolled back onto my feet, crouching down low and placing my hands on the ground to steady myself as he was struggling to get back up on his feet. I could tell his ankle was bothering him, but he wasn't going to completely show it just yet. I had plenty of bruises all over from all of his punches and assaults on me, but of course, they were disappearing into my skin within seconds as he was getting back on his feet, more hate in his eyes as I cracked my neck.

"That's all you got?" I asked him, seeing his predator-like smile back on his face. His fatigue was about to creep up on him if he was going to keep up with this pace. I knew it was going to work in my favor, but I wasn't going to give into it too soon.

I stood back up, doing my feet into the ground as he was coming back at me with another charge for another round. I dodged and punched, he dodged and kicked. It was back and forth like a dance, and as I can tell the jabs were getting tougher and messier from his end. I tried to keep them high and tight. When he was close enough with his head, I maneuvered to get behind him and lock my arm around his windpipe and get him in a headlock.

I had a good grip on him, seeing him struggle a bit and claw at my arms, scratching deep into my skin and then trying to head butt me a few more times. he got a few good marks in on my face, making my lip connect with my teeth and cutting it hard as I was still having him in a death grip. Finally, he elbowed me hard in the groin, hard enough to give me an instant sensation of pain. It made me want to release him as I then threw me to the side and hunched over for a mere moment, the insane pains still rearing through my body as I was trying so hard to just let the pain ride out.

"Such a sore subject for you, isn't it?"

I looked up at The Wolf, seeing him having his wolfish grin at me as I was wiping off the blood with my fingers. He tilted his head at me as he pointed to me.

"I read the file, all of it. Such a shame for you to know that there's nothing really to work with down there, isn't it?"

I felt my entire demeanor changed from the moment he mentioned it. I had a flashback being out in the clearing and feeling that intense sense of pain and agony from all that I went through. That phonons feeling of being broken, of being lost in the shuffle of this life, was not coming back over me tenfold. He knew what happened to me, and he was talking to me about it as if it was just another subject, and toying with my feelings about it. I never felt so much anger in my life before from that simple sentence.

"You fucking son of a bitch—" I heard Joe behind me and a gun cocking instantly. I knew this was going to hit a nerve not just with me, but my family behind me. All of them, apart from Nile, saw me go through this process of depression and pain, they felt it in a sense. They probably felt it in dreams when I was away from them all, feeling my pain and sadness and how at times I would clutch my lower stomach in hopes of it all being a lie.

But there was no more sadness left in me about it. Just anger. Festering and spiteful anger.

I finally stood up, both of my hands making fists that were so tight I was losing blood flow to them slowly as I stalked him, my strides were long and hard as I was approached him. I could tell he was waiting for me to swing at him or do something, and there was a cockiness there in his smirk and stance.

"Did I hit a nerve—" I silence him when I was within range, swinging one har punch against his jaw at the right spot. Blood spewed out, his jaw broke with ease against my fist as he fell to the ground and was shocked by what I did to him. He cradled his jaw, it was so fast and quick that he was beyond shocked and appalled from what I did. Before he could even get up, I lifted my heel high and slammed it down against his kneecap, hearing the bone break and he instantly screamed out in agony.

I spat out the last bit of blood that was there in my mouth and onto his face as I reached down to grab the back of his head by his hair and I yanked him. He struggled, but I had more strength on my side at this rate. I brought him close to my face, having me see his broken jaw and how that bravado had before was slowly slipping away. I grabbed one of his hands within my own, getting at least two fo his fingers within my grasp and I yanked them back hard. Both fingers broke within an instant and he screamed out. Finally, I could see that alpha dog mentality he had in him about to plummet.

"What's even more of a sore subject is the pathetic, sad, human you are in comparison to me, you fucker," I said to him in a low tone, giving him a hard punch right into his eyes. He fell to the ground from the blow, almost frozen in the ground. I wanted to give him more rage that was within me, rage, and pure hatred that I bottled up for 80 years with nothing to do with it. So, after giving him one more swift blow to the ribs and feeling the impact against the rib cage against my boot, I walked over carefully to the pistol I dropped to the ground, picking it up and cocking it within seconds before I stalked back over to The Wolf again. Using my boot, I flipped him onto his back to have him look up at the sky.

His eye was busted and swollen in purples and blues, his kneecap was out of its place on his leg, and his jaw was slightly out of place along with his mouth. I could see how he was finally broken, and yet the cockiness that he was harboring was still on his face. He was breathing rather hard and was staring at me with almost a small glint of hate there.

"How does it feel?" I asked him softly, "Seeing that I brought you to our knees, literally. Knowing that even after 80 years of trying to find me, you didn't even succeed in getting what you wanted. And now knowing that you're going to have to answer to God for all that you've done, all you believed in, and all you were about to do,"

I aimed the pistol right between his eyes, my hand was steady and nerves were true.

"I'll pray that God does send you to Hell,"

I pulled the trigger.

It was silent for a moment, having me see the life leave his eyes and in how he was so still and cold on the rooftop. The eventual feeling of being realized for the confined guilt, shame, and the pain was almost melting away from me slowly. It wasn't a huge victory for me, because I thought I was going to feel complete. No, this was different. This was almost numbing. I wanted him dead, I wanted him dead and away from us. But now that he was gone, and that threat was down to a simmer. But it was still there, and now I was just downright tired and worn to my bones.

Was it supposed to feel this way?

Finally, I turned around and walked back over to my fallen weapons that were scattered in one spot of the roof, once again my brain almost going into auto mode. But I was just trying to move on, not relish in what I just did as I was grabbing the holster to throw it over my shoulder, then going for my holster and strapping it to my though. I wasn't listening to the footsteps that were coming over in my direction, nor was I seeing who it was. But once I was getting the strap over my leg and got it in tight, I finally felt a hand on my shoulder and I looked up.

Andy.

The others gave me space, so it was just Andy and I. I was worn all over in my body, and it was showing on my face. It wasn't shocking, and it wasn't pain. But I was just mentally brought down to my knees from all that I went through for this one moment and now it was all over. I had no more strength left anywhere in my body, and maybe Andy was seeing that in how I was just going from one thing to another.

She looked calm, even with the blossoming bruises along her arms and the scratches that were scattered all over her skin. Her mortality didn't slow her down in this, and although now she wasn't going to live as we did, she was still going to live the way she had to do, fighting and all.

"Let's go home," She said to me calmly, having me feel like I wanted to collapse with her arms. Maybe it'll hit me later, or it'll hit me in the next 5 seconds, but all I wanted to go now was to get away from here and just go somewhere else that both felt safe…and felt like home.

"Okay," I said in a hushed tone, seeing her lean over to rub my arms soothingly as she pressed her head against my own for a brief moment. She was never a huge affectionate person, but this new change in her was enough for me to just get by and get out of there. I had enough for dealing with all of this, and it was time for me to finally have a change of pace.

The ride home from Bern in the private jet was quiet, but not like it was before. This time it was a bit solemn in the air as we were all in our seats. I found myself almost curled up in a ball in my chair, facing the window and watching the sky as the sun was slowly descending over the clouds. It was calming for me, almost putting me in a trance as I was watching the clouds literally float by. I could fall asleep in this position since mayhem that could help melt this fatigue away.

A blanket was placed gently over me, having me look up from my spot and see it was Nile. She was beyond gentle, giving me a loving smile as the blanket was now snuggled over me. I wanted to smile back at her, but all I could do was a smirk as she rubbed my arm gently and carefully with her fingers. She was still so young, so young and yet she was carrying herself as if she's done this for centuries. I felt a pull towards her, like shew as a good younger sister to me.

"You gonna be alright?" She asked me softly. I silently nodded my head, seeing her grin one more time before she spoke to me, "Thanks for having my six back there," I knew she was referencing the moment when I sacrificed my life for her not to get shot. Of course, I didn't think anything of it at the time, but I could tell it meant something to her. We both knew what it meant to watch out for each other, thanks to the military training we went through. We were kindred spirits in that sense, so it was second nature for me to watch out for the others.

She finally walked away and back over to her spot near Andy, having me watch briefly as Andy was giving her a reassuring smile and pat on the shoulder. I looked back out the window, replaying all that happened over and over in my head as I saw the sky painted in pink and purple into the blues that brought the darkness.

I then thought of Oliver, seeing his face in my mind and remembering how he died. It pained me more that he was alone, just like we all were. But as much as I wanted to find him, see where he was and get in touch with him, I knew I wasn't going to be able to handle it at this point. My head was too heavy, my body was too drained. His face, however, was getting me by very briefly as I could see his eyes, his face, and hope that I could find him soon. Maybe in the future, but not now.

By the time I went to sleep, I could tell I was having nightmares of The Wolf. Seeing his face etched in me just in the same way as the Doctor so many years go and how they were taunting me. I woke up in a jolt in the plane, feeling like I was going to have to go through the motions all over again.

All I wanted to do was breathe.

The house was once again peaceful as I was in a bed, not under the covers, but just still and breathing in deep breaths. It was nice to be back in my home again, the familiar smells and the walls that were keeping me secure and safe. But even being back in my house, I was still almost lost in my frame of mind. I knew Nile and Andy went off somewhere as soon as we got settled, though I forget where they said they went.

After I took a long hot shower to get the blood ad grim off of me, I slipped into comfortable pajamas and Andy placed me in the king-sized this time in the master bedroom. although I was about to pull the house ownership card on her, one look from her made me go quiet. She was more than fine in sharing a bed with Nile for a few times, which was set in stone. I was engulfed in the massive pillows and cool comforter under my body. Andy gave me a soothing hug before she and Nile took off to God knows where.

It wasn't like before when I was shut down mentally from all that happened to me. In fact, I was more in tune with all that happened ever since we touched back down in France. All that happened was the fatigue and weariness that was seeping out of my pores and hovering over me. It almost made me think that I had to start back at the beginning, at least it felt like that to me in my mind.

I was dozing in and out of sleep when I heard the door into the bedroom opening softly. I was silent though, not wanting to move and still feeling my brain almost want to go to sleep itself as the bed dipped in front of me. I finally saw who it was as they were laying in front of me and having me see the calmness in the eyes.

Nicky.

"Are you okay?" he asked me, his voice was very calm and very still as he was searching my eyes. He was inches away from me, a good amount of distance but close enough to have me feel grounded. I said nothing for a moment trying to really feel if I was okay for not. I should say I was fine since this was all over with. But then again, the fatigue I was feeling wasn't going away just yet. I didn't know how I lasted this long and not collapse to the ground.

"I'm just so tired. I feel so weak," I mumbled to him, my voice was hoarse and almost like a mumble as my head was so heavy against the pillow and my brain was trying too hard to just let it all go and fly away into the sky. Nicky could see it, I knew he could as there was another dip in the end right behind me in the bed. I had a hunch who it was, but I said nothing as I was still watching Nicky.

"All I see in my head is The Wolf, and what he said to me," I said slowly, almost wanting to cry just thinking about it, "I thought I was fine getting over it after so long…but now it's all coming back,"

"You're safe here," Nicky reminded me carefully, his voice was once again deep but soothing to hear, "You don't have to worry about it anymore,"

"How long do you think it'll take?" I had to ask in a low tone, seeing him give me an uneasy look and stare.

"What do you mean?" He asked me, having me gulp as I went a smaller wave of tears bursting to come out.

"This pain I feel," I said to him, my voice breaking as I said it as I felt my eyes starting to water from the thought of having to go all of this again. It was a bit too much for me, and I didn't think I had enough strength to have a Round 2 of an emotional breakdown. I felt them before when the pain was too much, thinking that being alone and riding this out within my mind was the safest thing to do. However, I knew this was going to be different. For one, I knew the others weren't going to let me out of their sight ever again because of this kind of situation, for which I was grateful for them. Secondly, I wasn't strong enough anymore.

I felt so weak.

"It'll take time," He reminded me, catching a tear on my cheek with his fingers but his eyes were staying on me, "And we're not going to leave you here to go through with this on your own. I certainly won't, I promise,"

I closed my eyes, trying to hide the tears that wanted to come out as I then a soothing hand resting on my arm, I knew that though as well. The calloused but gentle hand.

Sweet Joe.

"Even the strongest hearts need to be calloused through these kinds of moments," I heard behind me, having me open my eyes again and look at Nicky, seeing him give me a smile as the voice behind me spoke some more, "Your heart is both strong and fragile at the same time, Eleanor. You'll need time to let it heal, and we'll be here to help you,"

It felt a bit too much for me to hear these things and words of affirmation from both Joe and Nicky. It was something that I knew I needed before, but now that I was getting this, it felt like my cup was overflowing. I felt as if the only thing that I could do was just give it time, just like Nicky said, and my soul and heart will heal in time. This was going to leave a scar, but I knew I won't let it ruin my life forever.

Slowly I turned to face Joe, seeing his head on the pillow and a sweet smile on his face. It was soothing to see him there to be supportive for me. He always had a soft heart, though he didn't have it on his sleeve as much as Nicky did, he still had an old but loving soul. I snuggled into his embrace, feeling him wrap his arms around me in a slight chuckle as I had my head against his chest and finally closed my eyes, breathing in the faint smell of cinnamon from his coffee and mint.

"What's this about?" He asked me lovingly as he pressed his cheek against the top of my head. I could feel Nicky's hand soothingly rubbing my back between my shoulder blades.

"You're warm," I said against his chest, hearing both Joe and Nicky chuckle from my comment, "You're like a personal heater,"

"I've been told that before by Nicky," Joe explained to me, his arms around me were loose but protective as I was starting to drift off, "Go to sleep, Eleanor. We'll be here when you wake up,"

"What about Nile and Andy?" I asked, trying not to yawn as my eyes were getting heavy.

"They'll call in the morning," Nicky answered behind me as I felt him press himself a bit closer to me, his nose barely touching the back of my neck.

"I need to find him," I felt myself mummer as I was about to completely pass out. My eyes were slowly about to slip close as I took in one large deep breath.

"Find who?" Joe asked, his voice rumbling from his chest against my head. I thought of him in my mind, I thought of how his face alone was already having me feel calm and how I wished we could find him. It wasn't like the old days when it would take years, if not decades, to find another Immortal. We could find him within hours nowadays, and yet it felt like we were stalling. I said his name once more before I fell asleep.

"Oliver…"

Nicky's POV

I shuffled a bit as I woke up, the cool early morning was coming through in the darkroom as my eyes were adjusting to where I was. The window was open, which brought a chill in the bedroom as I was about to move when I noticed the position I was in.

Across from me on the same bed was Joe, who was fast asleep with his head nestled into the pillows. I had to smile, looking to watch him sleep and seem at peace, and with the light of the moon cascading his face and dark curls, he looked angelic to me. There were so many nights, plenty of them, that I would get lost in just looking at Joe, my heart fluttering and my soul blossoming. I knew Joe had a way with words, even in the way he spoke to me made my knees weak. But I knew deep within my own heart I loved this more than words and expression.

One of his arms was reached out over to where my arm was, his other hand was rested barely on the body that was in the middle of the both of us, fast sleep and head down a bit towards the bottom of the pillows facing Joe. Her red hair fanning out against a white pillow and her breath was deep and soft.

Eleanor.

My heart was hurting for her, and I could tell how this was all burning her from the inside out. I never wished this for her, none of us did. The guilt that she felt she had to carry on her own made me want to weep for her because I knew she deserves much better. Ever since we found her so long ago as a new Immortal, I knew she had a major place in my own life and my heart as another Immortal.

I enjoyed her company. Her soul was so good and pure, making things light in dire situations, and her heart was beyond caring and nurturing. Her laughter was infectious, her drive to fight for the good was divine and true. I consider her my sister and kin, as did Joe. Andy looked to her as a daughter in some moments, but there was kindness there.

It only took one moment to break her spirit, and I desperately wanted it back.

Carefully and not trying to wake either one of them, I moved Joe's hand off my arm and sat up a bit, looking down by our feet at the thick blanket that was at the edge of the bed. I unfolded it, bringing it over all three of us gently, getting the blanket over Eleanor's shoulders at least. She was stirring a bit but stayed asleep as I was about to settle back down when I heard a groggy voice.

"Hai freddo, Habibi?" Joe grumbled as he rubbed his eyes to wake himself up. I rested my elbow underneath me to peer at him, seeing him look at me with his soft and dope eyes that made me feel warm all over. His bed-head would be the death of me.

"Solo un po ', amore," I replied, seeing him about to scoot in a bit when I shook my head at him, "I'm fine, Joe,"

Joe hummed, looking down at Eleanor between the both of us, a solemn look on his face. I rarely saw that with him. Joe was prone to show his emotions more willingly than I was, which was why I loved him. His emotions balanced my own, and when I couldn't express what was battling within me, he did.

"She never deserved any of this," Joe said in a calm tone, though there was a sense of bitterness in his voice, "Not then and not now,"

"She'll be safe now," I reassured him, seeing him place his hand along her arm that as underneath the blanket and squeezing her arm very gently.

"What that doctor did to her then," Joe kept going, his voice sounding a bit more bitter in how he was thinking about it, "And even now with The Wolf…I could have strangled him,"

"I wanted to shoot him through his heart," I said calmly, though I too was thinking of how I wanted that man good and dead from what he did to her, how he saw her as an item and not a person, and how he was more than willing to experiment and torture her. Joe looked up at me, maybe he was shocked in hearing me talk in such a way as I then gave him a hard stare.

"Did we fail her?" I asked, almost in a frail tone from just thinking about it. Joe's expression changed, from hard into a concerned stare. He sat up a bit, moving slowly but surely.

"What are you talking about, Nicky?" He asked in worry. I shook my head slightly, trying not to wake her in her deep sleep.

"She's been in our lives for 600 years, she's part of our tribe. I should know how she is and how she thinks by now. But when she left all those years ago, it was shattered. We let her go, we didn't even stop her or fight for her, or try to explain that we never saw her different—" I explained in a rushed whisper. I was already thinking back to that morning when we all awoke in the safe house, seeing that she left in the night, leaving no trace or where to find her or how to find her. We searched all the house and saw none of her possession was left behind for us, nothing that reminded us of Eleanor. It broke my heart, I never cried so hard all morning and begged Andy to go bring her back.

"Nicolo," Joe said my name in a hushed tone, grabbing my arm and his fingers gliding along my skin to my hands to lace our fingers together, holding onto each other desperately and fiercely.

"Look at me, Habibi," He begged in his softer tone, in which I obliged and stared at his glorious born orbs, "I believe you. It broke all of our hearts when she left us, and mine even more just by seeing you weep by the bed she slept in. You loved her, and you still do,"

"We all did," I reasoned, but he shook his head.

"We did, yes. But you were different with her, though. Your love for each other is far too deep and kind, and I know you would have moved this entire earth to find her and bring her back," He explained, squeezing our joined hands together lovingly, "She did what she thought was right and good in her mind, and I know from talking to her back in Venice she carried that guilt. She thought she was broken…incomplete, and she didn't want us to endure it,"

"If only she knew we could have helped," I said, almost remorseful. Joe paused, looking down at Eleanor for a brief moment.

"She might have," He hummed in agreement, "But we can't keep replaying the past, Nicky. It'll kill us, and kill her if we do. If you and I did that for the millennium that we've been Immortal and together, we'd go insane. Guilt in itself is a fierce virus within the mind, and all it takes is one thought to bring the mind to a standstill. We can't do that with her, she'll never make it,"

Joe was coming from a good place. I knew that for certain: we had to be able to help Eleanor move on and not rely on the past to slow her down. She had plenty of time in front of her to let what happened to her be a mere memory. I grinned as Joe, raising our joined hands to kiss his hand gently.

"Sei così saggio, mia cara," I whispered to him, seeing him grin at me. I was about to lower our joined hands when we felt Eleanor shift, seeing her turn onto her other side and now facing me, still asleep and practically dead to the world. I released Joe's hand for a brief moment to reach down and push Eleanor's red hair from her eyes, seeing that she was barely stirring from the gesture.

"She dreams of him, you know," I whispered, watching as her face was calm and serene in her sleep.

"Oliver?" Joe asked, "We all did. We felt it back in Bern,"

"But before then," I added, looking up at Joe and seeing him scratched his curly hair within his fingers, "It was the same man she drew for me when the dreams started. But when she dreams of him…she's not in pain or fear. In fact, she's far more content,"

"What do you think it means though?" Joe asked in curiosity as I too thought about it. I never heard of such a thing, nor did I think it would be possible. To dream of an Immortal before they became one, almost like premonitions or some kind of witchcraft. But with Eleanor? Our Eleanor who was more of a realist when it came to medicine and never responded to the thoughts of the unknown?

"I don't know," I hummed, not thinking of a proper answer, "But she deserves to be happy. Beyond happy,"

"Yes, she does. And this Oliver fellow will make sure of that?" Joe asked in a suggestion.

"We'll have to see," I replied, finally giving him and going back to laying down completely again. Joe did the same, our joined hands resting on top fo Eleanor's hip as she slept on. I took in a good breath as I squeezed Joe's hand.

"When will Andy and Nile get to New York?" Joe asked from behind Eleanor.

"Within the next few hours," I replied, yawning a bit and snuggling into the blanket around my shoulders, "Andy'll call and tell us when they find him."

"Good," Joe said in a sigh. " 'abbas jiddah, Habibi,"

"Ti amo," I said to him softly as I was watching Eleanor sleeping for one more brief moment. I did pray for happiness for her, happiness, and peace from all that she went through. Her strength always amazed me, and I knew she had in the direr of times and moments. It amazed me in how she knew how to carry on, and how to pick herself back up to protect her family. Now that Andy was aging and going to grow old, pass on when it was her time, I had to hold on with what I had left for me. I had to hold onto Joe and our love that I would kill for. I had to hold onto Nile and our friendship and kinship. Maybe in some time, when things are more at peace, I would attempt to hold onto Booker and salvage what we could.

As for Eleanor, I would hold on for dear life and make sure she was never hurt again.

Eleanor's POV

Breakfast was normal as it normally was for the three of us in the small kitchen nook of the house, a small sliver of light coming through the windows as I could hear Joe making the coffee and Nicky unfolding the newspaper next to me. I was finishing up the breakfast I made, feeling immensely better from having a good night's sleep.

I didn't consider the factor of having Nicky and Joe there with me, since there were plenty of times in my early Immortal life when the three of us would sleep in a huddle together, whether it was to keep warm or to hide out from those trying to get us. It was normal, as adoral that that sounded, and since it was only a mere number of times in comparison to Nicky and Joe together in their own embrace. But to me, in the rare, moments, it did feel like home. I did feel safe, I did feel loved.

"This won't be as good as it is in Venice," Joe said to me in a sigh, though he grinned as he placed a Coffee cup in front of both Nicky and I. I grinned at him as he reached over to press a kiss to Nicky's head before he went to get his own cup. I heard his burner phone go off as he went o answer it in the other room as I looked back at Nicky, seeing his eyes rapidly going through the paper. He was a fast reader, though he could comprehend just as fast as he could read the words.

"What's going on in the world today, Nicky?" I asked as I went to take a drink from my coffee.

"Same things as always," He replied, turning the paper and reading the otherwise, "Although it's not too bad these days in France,"

"You know I was thinking this morning," I said almost trailing off, heading Nicky hum to show that he was listening, "Maybe we should go back to Nassau,"

Nicky's head popped up from looking down at the paper and he gave me an intrigued look, almost a smile was seen there on his face as I shrugged.

"Really?" He asked, having me grin.

"We haven't been in some time," I explained, seeing him place the paper back down on the table as I leaned back in my chair, "And we still have that small little shack of a house there on the beach,"

"If it's still standing," Nicky said almost in a joke.

"Well, thankfully I'm a bit handy, as is Joe and Andy," I commented, though he rolled his eyes once as I knew I didn't mention his own name, "Nicky, I love you very much, don't your handiness is almost lethal,"

"I see how it is," He muttered as he then thought about the proposition, then nodding his head, "I think it would be nice. Nile would love to go I think,"

"Of course she would," I agreed, "Poor girl needs from warm weather and a nice beach," I chuckled, "Besides, I can show her I can still kick your ass when we spar,"

Nicky looked over at me, almost like I was challenging him as I just grinned and winked at him, seeing him drink his coffee before we both heard Joe rushing into the room with the phone to his ear. We both looked, a bit concerned since he looked like he was seeing a ghost.

"Here, they're right here. Let me put them on speaker for you, Nile," He said into the phone, sounding a bit rushed as he placed the phone on speaker and then having the phone placed on the table.

"Guys! We found him!" There was a pregnant pause among the three of us as Joe walked over to stand next to me behind my chair.

"What are you talking about, Nile?" Nicky asked, not understanding.

"Oliver, we found Oliver!"

I looked at the phone with wide eyes, almost wanting to fall out of my chair from hearing the news. Nicky's head instantly shot over in my direction, looking at me intensely as Joe placed his hand on my shoulder and squeezed it lovingly. I couldn't believe it, it was like this was the reality that I wanted but I thought it was going to slip away because of what we were dealing with in Bern. But I finally found my voice.

"I-Is he okay?" I asked, which was odd for me to ask such a question. I sounded scared, almost petrified in fear that something did happen to him. Joe squeezed me shoulder again as Nicky jut grinned, almost seeing the flushed look on my face.

"He's shaken up," Nile explained on the other end of the phone, "Andy I found him in Manhattan and we took him to the hotel. Andy started explaining everything to him and he freaked out for a split second, but I think he's fine now,"

"I'm glad you found him," Nicky said in his light tone, but his eyes were still watching me as I was instantly picturing Oliver in my mind. Was he afraid? Was he angry or filled with remorse or pain? What was he thinking now? Maybe I was still a bit too emotional with what happened with me back in Berm, but I felt like I was going through some kind of emotional spike and this was making me feel a bit paranoid.

"Listen," Nile said to us now, her voice lowered to almost a whisper, "Andy's in the room right now talking with him, and I'm out in the hallway. This is a delicate situation, he's scared,"

"Of course he is," Joe hummed in agreement.

"He was murdered, guys," Nile explained to us, sounding a bit more nervous, her voice was low. I looked at Nicky as I was about o start biting my fingers. This was now a bit worse since I remembered how I felt the pain in my lower stomach, but I saw nothing beyond that.

"He was killed by some mafia guys who thought he was a gang member or something like that, and they left him in the alleyway to just…die alone," Nile explained, almost sounding grave about it as she was telling us this information. I shifted a bit in my chair, almost wanting to vomit from the thought fo someone doing that to another person with no real remorse about it. I felt that pain, I sensed it all over my skin and saw it within my own dream.

"He's okay now, though, right Nile?" Joe asked from behind me sensing that I was getting a bit uneasy from thinking about it.

"He's fine, just freaking the fuck out," She explained, taking in a long breath, "He does have a request though before he wants to come with us. I can see his point with this since we're strangers to him and everything, but he wants to see Eleanor,"

Both Nicky and Joe were looking at me now, having my eyes once again go big in shock and amazement. Of all things that he wanted to do at that moment, in this new life and having so many questions, he wanted to see me?

"Let me rephrase that, he honest want to do anything else until he meets and talks with Eleanor," Nile went on as I was now folding my hands in front of me and gripping my own fingers so hard I could snap the bone if I could, "He explained the dreams, that same kind that Eleanor had and he wants to only talk to her about this. As a personal favor, I say get your asses out here before Andy gets impatient and rips him a new one,"

I saw this coming, and it felt like now this was all going to be far too real. I was going to meet him in person, finally. My heart was beating so fast from the thought, and yet this was just the same way when Booker and Nile came into our group. The anticipation in meeting a new Immortal, in knowing a new soul in this life and hoping we can help that soul navigate around this life. Maybe Oliver was going to be different. I didn't know how he was going to react to this, mostly if he was going to be willing and open about it or instantly despising it. It made me think of Booker, and how he was dreading it all these years and being in agony to know that his loved one was going to die without him. Going into this first time was tough, confusing, and needed a lot of strength and goodwill behind it.

"We'll come out," I said to her finally into the speakerphone, seeing both Joe and Nicky giving me smiled from my decisions. but the way they were smiling at me made me think that they knew something else that I didn't, and I just sighed and ran my fingers through my hair.

"Thank God," Nile said in a sigh of relief, "We're at The Pierre, A Taj Hotel," She explained, "Copley got us a hotel suite after helping us find him with the local authorities and police report of his murder. Say the word and I can get Andy to have Copley fly you out,"

Nicky reached over to grasp my folded hand on the table, showing me that he was supporting me in all of this. Joe kept his hand on my shoulder, in which I looked up at him and I saw him nod his head at me with a grin. I laced my fingers with Nicky's hand that was still on top of my own, sensing that I had both of their support in this. I looked back at the phone.

"Make the call, Nile."