I was originally going to question the Wilson's, Oliver's 2nd to last foster family, but upon taking a second look at his adjustment files, I noticed something strange. The family that had Oliver before, had never mentioned he had any allergies at all, however, the Wilson's had sent him to the hospital several times with claims of an asthma attack, or hay fever. It was... odd to say the least.

I decided to head back to the station and find Oliver's medical records before questioning the Wilsons.

Unfortunately after 3 hours of searching, I just couldn't find them anywhere, I even recruited the help of Sammy, the receptionist, but still nothing.

Giving a sigh I decided to give up, the files were most likely lost in a different part of the room, and I didn't fancy searching every box. "Alright, Sammy, thanks for the help, I'll just head to the Wilson's now."

"Welp, if ya need, anything just gimme a shout. I knew Oliver, ya know?"

No, I haven't actually, interesting. "How did you know him?"

"Well he used to go to the primary school that I volunteered at, me and a group of my mates used to spend every Tuesday lunchtime down there, playing with the kids that looked lonely, he was always one of those kids. He was a nice kid too, snarky for a kid, but sweet too."

That wasn't very enlightening, but endearing all the same, "You said used too, did you stop going?"

"Nah, but Olly did. I asked the teachers about it, but they said he had to stop going to school, cause he got some illness or somethin."

I stopped short, "Illness?"

He shrugged "I didn't ask what it was, just heard that he stopped going."

I felt an urgency come upon me, "When was this? When he went missing or before?"

"Nah-" He shook his head "It was quite a bit before, about 2 years."

2 years, that put him around the time the Wilson's cared for him. I quickly dropped my satchel on the floor and started rummaging through for Oliver's foster files, I saw the folder and pulled it out. I flicked through until I found the Wilson's and scanned the page.

"Whatcha lookin for?"

Yes! I read the passage out loud in answer to Sammy's question "The Wilson's family attempted to gain custody over Oliver Wilmers, but did not pass the vetting as the number of runaway attempts were over the limit and provided cause for concern over a permanent residence."

Sammy looked confused, but I didn't bother to explain, pulling my bag over my shoulder and gathering up the file I ran to the door. "Thanks again, Sammy!"

So Oliver stayed with the Wilsons for just over a year, in that time he was pulled out of school due to an illness, and ran away multiple times.

Hopefully, my talk with the Wilsons would shed some more light on the rapidly concerning situation. I swung my leg over my bike and paused long enough to put in the key before speeding off down the road.

Knock Knock Knock

"Coming!" The door swung open to a gentleman who appeared in his mid-50s. "Hello dear, how may I help you?"

I gave a wide smile "Hiya, I'm just here to ask a few questions about one of the children you previously fostered, I know you've already been questioned, but it's a routine follow up, I assure you."

"Oh, that's quite alright dear, do come in, it's quite cold out."

I thanked him and followed him into what looked like the living room of every clique grandmother's house, disgusting wallpaper and clashing muted tone of brown, cream and peach.

"And who's this dear?" An elderly woman, also appearing in her mid-50s, asked her husband.

I answered for him, extending my arm for a handshake "Hello ma'am, I'm Detective Adams, just here to ask a few follow up questions on Oliver Wilmers disappearance, I won't take up too much of your time."

She shook my hand delicately and patted the seat beside her, "No, no that's quite alright, ask away."

I decided to stand rather than sit and after pulling out my notepad, launched straight into my first question. "Are you both the Mr and Mrs Wilsons, that fostered Oliver Wilmers?"

Mr Wilsons gave an affirmative answer and I noted that down.

"May I why you decided to foster Oliver but never continued fostering after your time with him was up?"

Mrs Wilsons answered this time, "Well Robert and I had been trying to have a child for a long time, unfortunately, it just seemed it wasn't meant to be, however, it occurred to us after watching one of those programmes on TV that we could be a home for a child that was already born, that way, we helped one who needed it and also fulfilled our desire to have a child.-"

"A noble decision."

"-As to why we didn't continue after Oliver was taken from us-"

Taken from us. Interesting

"-Well we wanted to look after Oliver, you see, we love him like our own, he's a beautiful boy and despite his many struggles, we protected and cared for him. No other would be the same, I am afraid."

I paused as she spoke, before noting down her use of present tense. "Ma'am you mentioned he had some struggles, and I am led to believe that you pulled him out of school, why did you do that?"

"Well, Oliver, is a very special boy, but he is also very sick-"

Mr Wilsons interrupted his wife "Was. Dear, he's been taken away from us, remember."

At the reminded Mrs Wilsons let out a horrible sounding sob, "Oh yes, yes, I am sorry, Oliver, was very sick, he had asthma so none of the kids at school could play with him as they were all running around all the time, he was very lonely, and his hayfever didn't help, then we discovered that he kept getting rashes and we couldn't figure out why, eventually we realised that he had polymorphic light eruption, which means he couldn't be outside in the sun for long and as such we had to remove him from school. terrible but necessary decision."

Mr Wilsons piped up "We continued his education at home of course."

I frowned, it wasn't adding up, the family Oliver went to after this one, never said anything about any allergies, especially one as obvious as to the sun, neither did the church.

I put my notebook away and addressed them again "May I see the room he was staying in?"

Mr Wilsons jumped up, "I'm afraid not, the room was made into one for storage of furniture and other things, it is quite messy right now and you can't open the door."

I was outwardly showing my displeasure now, "If you can't open the door, Mr Wilsons, then how did you get out once putting the furniture in?"

He looked flustered "I mean, it's difficult to, especially-"

"I'll manage." I finished coldly, something was very wrong with this situation.

Mrs Wilsons seemed to have found her voice again and let out a protest "Don't you need a warrant?"

I raised an eyebrow, "You have already allowed me into your house, Ma'am, unless you have something to hide I fail to see why I will need one."

Panic flashed across both their faces but upon hearing no further protests, I turned on my heels and made my way along the hallway, until I came to the one in which the window in the door had black fabric taped over it. I took a moment to shoot a questioning look to the homeowners, which they weakly explained away. "to prevent the sun from getting in.

Interesting considering the window opened only into the hallway. But I ignored the obvious lie in favour of opening the door.

I wasn't sure what I expected to see when I pushed it open. Part of me definitely found the situation highly suspicious, but I didn't think I was fully prepared to see a young boy lying dazed on a bed in the room. The boy was undoubtedly Oliver Wilmers.

I closed my eyes in a grimace before pushing the door further open, not sparing the homeowners a second glance.

I got close to Oliver and saw his eyes warily tracking my movements. I made my voice gentle as I spoke "Hey Oliver. I'm detective Adams, but you can call me Blue." I didn't see any recognition in his eyes, which showed he was most likely drugged. I reached out and continued to speak "I'm just going to touch you to check your pulse now okay kid?"

He didn't respond but I hadn't expected him to, in all honestly I felt bad about touching the kid when he couldn't protest, but I needed to make sure he was alright.

His pulse wasn't as strong as I would have liked, but he wasn't in any immediate danger. Pulling out my cell phone, as I crouched down next to the bed making sure I was still in his line of sight, I dialled Charlie's number.

"Hello?"

"Charlie, it's Blue. I found the kid, he's drugged up pretty bad, I'm going to take him to the hospital, but I need you to send some officers to Wilson's house, it's a crime scene, and I need them detained for kidnapping and drugging a minor."

"Jesus Christ."

Honestly, I was feeling the same way, but at the moment I needed to keep my head about me, a quick glance toward the doorway showed neither of the Wilson's had attempted to interfere yet, but I needed to get the kid out and soon.

"I'll fill you in later, and write my report as well." With that, I hung up and shoved my phone into my pocket.

"Okay, Oliver. I'm going to lift you now, and we're going to ride on a really loud bike, so we can get to the hospital yea." I pulled him into my arms bridal style, but he was quite small even for his age, so his head rested near my heart quite easily, "Then the hospital's going to do some tests, to make sure you're okay."

I walked with him to the doorway and poked my head out to check where the owners were before walking with fast strides down the hall.

Mrs Wilson, let out a wail when she saw me, which I ignored in favour of making my way through the living room as quickly as possible. Mr Wilson did attempt to weakly grab at me but I moved around him with a sharp snap "Do not!"

"Not my baby! Please! Please! He needs our care! We know how to look after him! Please! Oliver! Baby!"

Her cries were muffled by the time I made it outside, and I didn't give them a chance to follow before placing Oliver in front of me on the bike. I pulled off the strap that held my shoulder bag and abandoned the bag on the pavement, using the strap to secure Oliver to myself, before kicking off and speeding towards the hospital.

Somewhere along the way, Oliver's eyes had started to roll and his eyelids flickered, I wasn't great at medical stuff, but I knew that wasn't a good sign.

I nearly cried when the massive sign for the hospital came into view and I made sure not to crash in the last stretch.

Once I made it there I swung Oliver into my arms again, and ran him to the reception, upon seeing the boy in my arms the receptionist started yelling for medical attention and I was swamped with people in seconds.

They pulled up a stretcher and I let him down on it, having enough time to briefly explain he was drugged, but I didn't know what with before they wheeled him away.

The stress finally got to me, combined with the jet lag and lack of sleep and I found myself humiliatingly sinking to the floor with tears tracking down my face. I buried my face in my hands and let myself cry.

Sometime later I heard a faint voice ask if I was alright, and I let the young girl who appeared to be a patient lead me outside for some fresh air.

Once I had calmed down a bit, I called Charlie up again, and let him know about the bag I had left behind, containing the files. He said another officer had already picked it up and it was in evidence. The Wilson's were apparently in custody and were being processed now. I let out a relieved whimper at the news which prompted Charlie to sternly order me to take a nap, before filling out the report.

I was thankful for the excuse to put off the report, not really feeling like doing it right now, but there was no way I would be sleeping. Instead, I went back inside and asked after Oliver's condition.

He had been given a blood test and they were waiting on the results to see if they needed to give him anything, but it seemed like it was most likely he would just have to wait until the drugs got out of his system. I was allowed to visit him, and so I found myself seated on the floor next to his bed, my back against the draws beside him and head resting on the mattress.

I was glad I hadn't let Oliver be given up on. He could have been held prisoner in that house, drugged until the elder couple had passed away, and even then he might not have been found, left to die in his drugged state unable to help himself…

I pushed the thought away, angrily. It didn't matter now. He was safe, that wasn't going to happen.

-IMMORTAL-

I did fill out that report in the next few days and sent a copy off to the Captain as well as Charlie. I got a reply from Derek telling me to stay in the town until he needed me, no doubt his way of forcing a vacation on me, but he did mention that forks had some strange cases, further back in history, which I thought a weak excuse, but weirdly I was reluctant to leave the town, and as such, I allowed the reasoning.

I left Oliver's room before he woke up and hadn't been back since. Charlie had gone to see him, so he could get an official statement and had returned to say Oliver wanted to see me. I had been hesitant to do so, I never really engaged in the rescue of my work, it was the everyday police's job, however, I had gotten close to this case, and that had never happened before.

After another day of putting it off, my mind guiltily brought up the fact that Oliver didn't have anyone so he was most likely awfully lonely in the hospital.

And so I found myself making my way to his room with an ice-cream cake. I really didn't know how to deal with kids. I loved kids, I thought they were awesome and they were definitely my favourite part of society, but It did not mean I knew anything about them. Hence the cake.

I poked my head around the door before entering, announcing my presence, "Knock, Knock."

"Who's there?" A delighted youthful voice put my worries to rest and I let the grin take over my face at the pure response.

I stepped inside fully and placed the cake on the dresser. "Detective Adams, but you can call me Blue."

"You said that before."

I was a little surprised at that, I had thought he wouldn't have remembered me but just wanted to know the person who had found him. "Yes, I did."

He paused for a moment before declaring "Well then you can call me Orange."

I laughed, honestly I loved kids. "Alright Olly Orange, I would like to inform you that I have brought ice-cream cake."

His face twisted into confusion and I had a second to appreciate how you can always pick what a kid is feeling if only from their exaggerated features before his words hit. "I can't have ice-cream, Mum says I'm allergic to dairy."

I winced, I had been informed that the psychological condition that the Wilsons had was called Munchausen syndrome by proxy, meaning they diagnosed the person they were caring for with illnesses in an effort to control them. Figuring I was not a psychologist and not qualified to deal with addressing that to a 7-year-old I responded with "Well the worst that could happen is you throw up, besides you're already in the hospital."

Probably not good advice, but I knew he wasn't allergic to dairy, having found his medical records in the Wilson's house during the police's collection of evidence.

He didn't seem overly concerned for his own health, more likely he said it because he had been trained too because once the excuse had left my mouth he had made grabby hands for the cake.

Chuckling I sat it down and let the kid devour into it, a sound of delight as the ice-cream turned out to be cold and easily smooshed. I let the smile stay as I watched him enjoy the treat, he had probably never had ice-cream before, no one really thinks to treat a foster kid.

I ended up staying the whole day, watching a few trash cartoons, before he stole the remote and flicked it onto a space documentary, which was fine with me.

Around 6:00 pm I had snuck out with the promise of returning and came back with some proper food, better than the hospital staff, which I not so subtly threw out the window. But it made him laugh so worth the scolding I got from the staff.

After that, I said goodbye and told him I'd visit again before the week was up.

A big part of me was already feeling anxious, that I wasn't working on another case, but I pushed it aside for the moment.

I decided to stop in at the station and check on Charlie.

"Blue, look at this." Upon seeing me he promptly dragged me into his office and shoved some papers into my hands. It took me a moment to understand and then the feeling of being violently ill returned. Down in black ink, the drugs that were in Oliver's system were listed. It was the amount that initially made my stomach churn, the kid was 7, there was no way he wasn't going to have any permanent damage for this.

I dragged in a breath and flipped the page, the next side wasn't any better, it provided the list of personal diagnoses that the Wilson's had given to Oliver. I narrowed my eyes at the list and looked up sharply, "How did they get these prescriptions? Who authorised this?"

"We don't know, there aren't any records of it so far but we are checking the hospital's records for those specific drugs in the last few months and from when Oliver was with them before that."

I nodded that was what I would have done next. "Don't you need a court order for the patient's confidentiality?"

"No, as we aren't looking at the Wilson's records directly just checking for the drugs bought and which doctor issued them, it isn't a problem."

"Smart. Well, I think I should go back to the crime scene, if you've finished quarantining it, I might be able to get some clues on the dealer, and I haven't been able to shake a feeling."

Charlie shot me a concerned look "I'm not sure that's a good idea when was the last time you slept?"

Honestly, I didn't remember, it could have been the night before last, probably on the plane, but it didn't matter, I never needed much sleep, "It shouldn't take long." I avoided his question.

"Blue, go home, rest. Whatever feeling you have, can wait till tomorrow. In Fact, I'll swing by yours and take you in the morning-"

I began to protest "-You don't have to do that, I have a bik-"

"No, I need to check over the house as well, we can do it together, kill two birds one stone, and all that."

I sighed giving up, now I had to wait until morning, which was no doubt Charlie's real intention. "Alright, see you then." I handed back the papers and made my way to my apartment.

I disliked sitting, I disliked beds, and I hated sleeping, unfortunately, all of those things were difficult to avoid, although I usually prefer to get to the point were sleep came naturally in the form of blacking out, much more peaceful I'd found and then the decision was out of my hands entirely.

I stared down at the bed before turning on my heels and walking into the bathroom to shower.

Once I was done I reached for the small packet of pills for my insomnia. I didn't like taking them as the thought of being in a drug-induced sleep if something were to happen, the image of Oliver lying on his bed unable to move came to mind, and I hurriedly pushed it down and swallowed the pills.

I flopped onto the bed and felt the drugs take effect falling into unconsciousness.

Stone arched high into the darkened night, stars littered the sky, providing just enough light to bounce off the deep stone.

A rush pulled me into the grand structure and I felt myself move with speed but never lifting my feet.

Inside the castle was even grander than the exterior, three thrones were the centrepiece of the room. A series of words were etched into the marble ceiling overhead, written in a language I couldn't read.

A shrill laugh sent a shiver down my spine, but I was unable to turn towards the source.

A deeper chuckle came from the other direction behind me and still, I couldn't move.

A flash. A grin.

Black.

I sat up sharply, sucking in air and cursing my decision to take the meds, I never dreamed when I passed out, only when I took the pills, another reason I hated them.

I glanced over at the time and flopped back onto the bed with a groan, 4:53 AM, Well I wasn't getting back to sleep now. I got up showered again, to get rid of the disgusting sweat and pulled some groceries out to make breakfast for both myself and something for Charlie as he was picking me up.

-IMMORTAL-

The throne room was filled with Aro's delighted sound as Marcus moved with lightning speed, the group of Vampires in pieces within seconds.

His joy was joined by Caius as a deeper chuckle penetrated the air. It was rare that Marcus indulged in his darker nature, however, the Kings did oh so love when he did.

Before another second had passed, Marcus was back in his throne and staring melancholy off to the side, looking for all purposes as though all meaning had gone from the world.

The other two Kings knew better though, Sure Didyme's death had affected the older vampire, she had been his best friend for an eternity, her death had affected the whole coven, but she wasn't Marcus's mate as many assumed, and as such the void that came with losing ones mate, simply wasn't there.

The Kings never did anything to disprove the illusions many had, it worked in their favour often.

The Kings had a reputation, to be ruthless and powerful, however, many believed the wrong reasons for why this was. They believed Aro to be a collector, and his prizes the strength of the Volturi. They feared Caius's rage and the two dark-haired King's Vampiric powers.

Their ignorance was what would cost them.

A glance to the foot of the thrones showed the shattered remains of the 6 Vampires that had dared to strike an attack on the raven-haired King.

Aro had seen the attack coming, had felt their intentions before even they, however, he had not moved, letting the Vampire come within a hair's breadth of him and still he stayed.

Marcus threw an unimpressed gaze at his mate.

Another chuckle left the blond Kings lips and his two mates turned to him. "Must you always play games Aro?"

What could have passed for an innocent look crossed Aro's face "Why brother, did you not enjoy the show."

A scoff came from his right and a board sounding drawl from Marcus followed "I was under the impression we were trying to keep up appearances."

Aro flashed in front of Marcus "There's no one here to see, nor talk of your display of strength." he purred the words to the other, watching in delight as the older Vampires eyes darkened. Another flash and Caius appeared, ready to take part in the fun.

The three Kings were knowingly mated, however, it was incorrectly assumed that Marcus was also mated to Didyme. The rumours only began after she disappeared, most likely from the newer staff that saw Marcus's heartbroken state. It never would have been assumed when she was alive as a vampire can tell the mate of another by their scent, even before that vampire has met their mate.

The Kings had been mated for over three thousand years and as such, a tight bond had been made between them, however, their bond was not complete, Marcus could see this and they could all feel it, but after three thousand years, they believed they had missed the life of their fourth and had accepted the rest of eternity incomplete.

-IMMORTAL-

I had ended up making a bunch of food, sweet and savoury, and had wrapped it in a sheet, then shoved it in my backpack for later.

True to his word, Charlie came and picked me up, staying long enough for some scrambled eggs and bacon, before we headed off.

The house didn't provide much more insight like I had hoped, but there really wasn't much else left of the case, and I had to admit to myself I was lying by saying there was, the truth being I now felt somewhat responsible for the kid I had essential saved, and the fact daunted me, making me need the pressure of work to keep the other emotions away.

Despite my dilemma, after being dropped back home, I picked up my backpack and took off on my bike to the hospital.

I walked with nervous steps to ward 5A and knocked on the door.

Knock Knock Knock

"Who's there!"

the sound of Olly's giggle to himself at his own joke, pulled an involuntary smile onto my face that I didn't regret in the slightest.

"Blue" I called back.

"Blue Who?"

I snorted, indulging him I continued "Blueberry Muffins."

At that, I pushed the door open and walked over to his bed.

He cocked his head in confusion, "I don't get it."

I smirked, opening my bag to pull out the sheet bundle and unwrapping it on his bed. "Blueberry muffins, as in, I come bearing gifts."

His face lit up and he instantly grabbed a custard tart and proceeded to smash it into his teeth, rather than biting down, but each to their own I guess.

I sat myself down on the edge of his bed and pulled one of the savouries to my own face, opting to try his form of eating and getting a hysterical squeal in response, as the cream managed to get all over my hands and nose.

I gave a snigger and used my tongue to wipe it up, "Yummm!" I could get used to the refreshing look of mischief on the kid's face.

"Olly, did the doctors say anything about any damage to your body because of the drugs?" I was probably speaking to the 7-year-old too much like he was another adult, but I had never been good at changing my way of talking, and honestly, I didn't know how to start.

Thankfully the kid if anything seemed to appreciate the lack of dumbing things down, most likely because he had been told he 'wouldn't understand' one to many times in his life. Better to let him try I figured.

"The doctor said that my liver was damaged, so I can never have alcohol, and I'm supposed to take lost of vitamins because I was... he said a word that starts with mmm, but means not enough food-"

"Malnourished."

"-Yes!"

I nodded, it sounded right, frankly, I was surprised there weren't more permanent issues after seeing the list of drugs that he had been on. I could help the spike of anger that hit knowing Olly would never be allowed to have alcohol, regardless of one's opinions on it, to never be given the choice, because of someone else's actions... it made my blood boil.

"thsh is good!"

I pulled myself out of my thoughts to re-engage with the kid, flipping to TV onto the history channel this time. I stayed for 4 hours, watching the TV and just enjoying talking with him. By the time I was ready to leave, we both had some extensive knowledge on how the Roman empire and each other's favourite colours, apparently mine was Blue, because 'or else it's not your name'. But he conceded when I claimed Orange, stating he can have Blue if I could have Orange, that way our names were opposites.

-IMMORTAL-

I had planned to come to see Olly again the next day, but apparently he beat me to it when I woke to find him peering down at my grinning face.

Blinking slowly, he didn't move back and in response to the surprise, I simply sighed.

I really didn't have much of a scare instinct, I seemed to get more calm or apathetic in surprising situations than frantic or stressed.

"Olly, what are you doing out of the hospital?" Instead of moving back, he climbed onto the bed clambering over me as he went. "Oof"

"I wanted to see you again."

"Uh-huh, well I don't suppose they released you?"

"Nope."

I was probably an irresponsible adult for not caring that a 7-year-old had just run away from the hospital, successfully evading everyone, and since I hadn't got a call from Charlie, no one had raised the alarm yet. I wasn't too surprised, he probably had gotten quite good at disappearing, with his practice of running away, besides, I knew where he was, so that was being responsible right?"

"Are you going to sleep in my bed?"

He squirmed for a while more before stating in a definitive tone "Yes. But you should make blueberry pancakes first, then we can sleep, then we can go for a play in the forest."

I raised an eyebrow which was obstructed by the pillow in my face, "Oh am I going to do that?"

He nodded excitedly "I'll show you my fort!"

I grinned to myself at his attempts to sway me, before hauling myself out of the bed and towards my kitchen, "Very well, I suppose you'll be needing your strength then."

The chiming sound of his giggles made the fact I had been woken from my measly 4 hours of sleep well worth it.

True to Olly's plans, we ate breakfast, Olly took a nap while I read over some emails, and then we headed into the forest to play.

I was being led through trees upon trees and had absolutely no clue where I was or how to get out, but figured Olly knew the way so I didn't protest. 5 minutes later and we came to the foot of what was clearly one of the oldest trees judging by the size of its trunk.

Olly pushed aside the curtain of leaves and sticks that were positioned around the base and I peered down to see a small little gap between two of the larger exposed roots, Olly sat in the spot like a king would a throne and looked up at me with pride.

It was clear the place had been a haven for him, no doubt having made it himself and I felt incredibly touched he would share it with me. "Wow kid, that a neat looking throne you've made there."

Clearly it was the right thing to say because he launched into explaining how he commanded all the beings in the forest. "...the Blackbird that's really big, watches from the sky and if someone is trying to steal my kingdom then he tells me."

"The blackbird?"

He hummed an affirmative "The one that big, and has- Over there!" He excitedly pointed to the canopy of the forest and after a moment I saw the bird he was pointing to.

"That's a Raven, very beautiful one too."

"The Raven, blackbird is watching us all now, and-" He turned to me sternly "-If you try or even think about stealing from me then Raven will tell me and then I will kick you in the knees, so you fall in the mud."

I gave him a look of utter seriousness "A fair punishment. But you don't need to worry, I have no plans to steal from the King, in fact-" I pulled out a polished ring of obsidian, I had kept it from a case after it had been cleared from lock up and no one had claimed it, I had intended to give it to Olly and had purchased a leather cord to thread it through, as well as had my phone number inscribed on it.

I presented him with it by getting on both knees and holding it out, "King Olly the Orange, Please accept this gift."

I felt the necklace be pulled from my hands by smaller ones and had to smile at the adorable look of both shock and excitement as he pulled it over his head. "Thank you Blueberry!"

I barely had time to prepare myself before he had launched his arms around my neck in a fierce hug, I blushed, not remembering the last time someone had hugged me or even got close in any way, I tried not to push my touch starved nature onto the kid and gently pulled him back down before explaining further.

"I know, you like your freedom and are prone to running away, while I won't discourage that, I should, but I won't, you should know that my number is on the inside of the ring and if you ever need me, but don't remember my number, just look down and I'll come if you need."

He nodded, showing he had listened but seemed far too absorbed with his gift to really be paying attention, I wasn't worried, he would figure it out if he needed to.

The rest of the day passed fairly quickly with Olly showing me the borders of his kingdom, which turned out to be quite a big chunk of the forest. I was impressed at his sense of direction and clearly he felt more at home in the woods than he ever had in the system.

When it started getting colder I decided we should start heading back and made a note to purchase some blankets for his hideaway should he decide to sleep there sometime in the future, no doubt having done so before, despite the chill of the night.

Olly pulled my hand until we were out of the forest and he happily continued to lead me back to my apartment. It did briefly cross my mind to be a little concerned about how he had figured out where I was staying, but I didn't really mind. He seemed to have a way of finding where he needed to go.

The next few weeks passed rather eventfully, it turned out that Olly was friends with most of the Quiltentrern Tribe in La Push, and was one of the reasons Charlie had been so upset not to find him.

I quite liked the Clearwaters, Leah and Seth were favourites of Olly, so perhaps I was a little biased, but still, I enjoyed their company and once Leah had realised I wasn't so easily turned away with hostility, we tended to drift to one another while watching our boys play, Seth was a little older than Olly at 14 but the two boys were best mates, and I found myself travelling down to La Push more and more.

The hospital rang the station about Olly's disappearances, but after the 4th time, they just posted a notice which said if anyone saw him to send him back. Which I never did.

Olly did go back to the hospital occasionally, with no real pattern, he seemed to wander wherever he pleased often finding himself at my doorstep, I had taken to having constant food in the house, preparing healthy things as well as the junk Olly loved, and as a result, was taking more care of myself than I had in years, It was a little shocking once I came to the realisation, but not a bad one. Just odd.

Charlie and I had also grown closer, I'd helped out with some basic police runs to kill time and keep me busy and Charlie had attempted to help by sending out for some ancient texts on long-gone mysteries never solved.

It was incredibly sweet of him and I found myself absorbed every night pouring over the ancient Roman Era words, I'd translated enough of it to notice a few odd inconsistencies and was feeling the familiar pull of a case with every new word.

The group was more beautiful than any marble statue of even the gods themselves had right to be, and yet they were not made of ivory stone but moved as man does, with grace stolen from Juno herself. I had seen them weep for their loss but tears did not grace our mortal world.

Interesting. The unknown author of the account had described the group they had seen as ethereal in many different ways but seemed unable to not state that they were gods incarnate. The beings he described were impressive to imagine, but apparently they had lost someone, which in itself wasn't surprising, the thing that was, was the number of disappearances that happened around the time, no others had been described to be mourned by the angels of old, though.

I was curious and my curiosity was what had made my choices and been my motivation for my whole life, so obviously I was going to investigate.

I started by heading back to Seattle to search the archives as I had intended to do before being forced on my 'holiday'.

I visited the hospital before I went, to find Olly and inform him that I would be gone for a few days, but I didn't find him, after going to his forest and La Push and coming up empty I let Charlie know in case Olly was worried, and made my way to my bike, leaving out some food.

The ride to Seattle didn't take as long as I remembered and before I knew it I was at the gates to the library.

Unfortunately, it was padlocked shut.

I cursed and kicked the metal doors in frustration. Derik didn't know I was in town, no doubt he would send me back if he did, and Depika, while amazing, was only easy to bribe on somethings, breaking into the archive, well I doubted she'd be alright with that.

I turned and sat on the edge of the pavement, I'd driven all this way and wasn't going to turn back now, but I had to come up with a plan.

"Hey, Blueezy!"

My head shot up at the call, only one person I knew could butcher my name in so many ways. "Olly?"

"Over here!"

I turned behind me towards the library and my eyes were drawn to a little head popping out of the building, from what appeared to be a vent a good two feet above the top of the door. How in the hell had he gotten up there? Let alone to Seattle at all?

"Come on! Blue! This way!" And with that, his head disappeared back into the vent and I was moving without conscious thought.

Kicking my bike's stand up, and wheeling it under the vent I carefully balanced on the seat and grasped the edges of the hole, to pull myself in.

Once in, I came face to face with Olly, his little nose pushed into mine, he didn't really have a concept of personal space. "Well?" I questioned, "Are we going?"

Olly didn't seem to know why I wanted to illegally enter the library but he seemed down for the adventure and turned somehow in the tiny space, before scuttling along on all fours.

We made it out of the vent system and I mentally thanked Olly's freaky sense of direction because I definitely would have been lost when the vents had split into different forks.

Olly swung down with all the appearances of a monkey and I followed, decidedly less gracefully.

"So-" Olly started up at me "Whatcha lookin for?"

I began to wander along the shelves and shelves of boxes as I answered him, "I'm not really sure, the texts Charlie gave me were interesting but unfortunately I don't have an exact date, I do however have a few names, which if I could match, would give me a date to work from."

He nodded rapidly "What names?"

"Dacia, Romania, Rome, Volturi, ah-" I paused searching my memory for the name that had been associated with the god-like beings, who did they mourn, "-Oh yea and Didyme. That's kind of an unusual name, see if you can find anything with those words."

I turned to find Olly had disappeared but gave it no mind.

I did my own searching and found myself targeting one of the words in particular, 'Volturi', it held some meaning I wasn't aware of, and google searches had gotten my nowhere, it was like the word didn't mean anything, at least I hadn't been able to translate it, and it didn't seem to hold any meaning in Italy. The closest I'd come to was Volterra, a city near Rome, so I suppose it might have had to do with them, perhaps it was the cult of god-like beings?

"Found something!" Paper was shoved into my hands at the declaration, and I scanned my eyes over the Latin. I couldn't read it fluently but sure enough, the name 'Didyme' stood out on the faded ink.

"Great job Olly, where did you find it?"

He took me to the shelves near the back and showed me the box, allowing me to take note of the time 1180 BC It appeared the woman had gone missing a very long time ago.

Shoving the papers in my satchel to translate later, I gestured to Olly, it was time we left, the sun would be up soon and I didn't fancy getting arrested for breaking into a library of all places.

I boosted Olly up to the vent and managed a muscle up to get back into the space, before Olly took off once again.

Once safely outside the Library with the vent's guard back in place, I pushed my helmet onto Olly, ignoring his muffled protest and swung him in front of me with instructions to place his hands on the bar and hold on.

I clicked off and felt Olly get knocked back a bit, but he didn't go far before my body stopped him, he seemed to realise this and the death grip he had on the metal loosened slightly.

I made sure to stop several times along the way, so Olly could have food and toilet breaks, even stopping once as we passed a playground and I found myself pushing the carousel faster and faster, as Olly's shrieks got louder and louder until I jumped from the ground and clung onto the bars myself feeling adrenaline race through me as the wind whipped past in a different fashion from riding.

I hadn't felt so peaceful in years.