Another major spoiler coming up! Read Friend or Foe if you don't want to be spoiled!

I led the way up the staff only stairs, and up into the break room.

It had a sink and kettle, for cups of tea, coffee and in my case fruit juice. Squashy sofas sat facing each other in front of the sink and a coffee table sat between them. On the table was a notebook and a pen was in my pocket, in preparation for this meeting.

"Tea, coffee, fruit juice?" I offered to the pair. I knew Jack was as fond of hot drinks as me, but I wasn't sure what Tara would like.

"Um, fruit juice please, if that's not any trouble?" Said Tara, while Jack raised his hand, indicating that he didn't want anything.

"Of course it's not a problem." I said, filling going to the fridge and getting the bottle out. "Sorry if it's a little cold than you expect when you get it."

"Why would it be cold?" Tara asked.

"Haven't you told her Jack?" I asked as I got a mug out.

"I've told her the basics, but I haven't told her about who you are." Said Jack, "I thought you'd want to explain."

I rolled my eyes and sighed in mock annoyance.

"Okay then, basically I'm Jack's Descendant, and therefore I have ice powers."

Tara's eyes widened. "That's pretty cool."

"Yeah, quite 'ice." I replied with a grin.

Tara groaned and my grin widened as Jack shook his head. "That was terrible."

"Sorry, couldn't resist."

I finished pouring two glasses and placed them on the coffee table, the glass cloudy with a bit of frost as the liquid reacted to Jackie's power.

"Okay then, to business." I sat down on one sofa and Jack and Tara sat on the other, from the way Tara was leaning on Jack's arm, I could see that they were together.

I smiled and picked up the notebook and pulled the pen out of my pocket, flicking to clean page.

"Nice pen." Commented Jack, "Is it new?"

"Thanks, and yes, it's fairly new."

The pen in question was pale blue in colour, with a pair of silver hands shaking each other around the top and the lid. Down the side in silver curly writing was my name, while on the other side read Forgiveness.

"So, first off, how are you doing? I heard snippets of what happened a couple of weeks ago."

"I'm okay." Said Tara, and I believed her.

"We're okay." Confirmed Jack. "How about you?"

"We're alright. It's been a little hectic, but otherwise okay."

"So." I clicked the pen and wrote in Tara's name, age and physical appearance. "I'm going to need to ask some questions that might seem personal, and it will go on record for any future Heads to read. If there's anything you don't want on there, then just tell me."

Tara nodded. "Okay."

"Right, so, I know your name, unless it's changed since you became immortal?"

"Still the same."

"Okay, age won't have changed, date of becoming immortal?"

"23rd of December 2031."

"Title, if you know it yet."

"Guardian Angel."

"Parents, if you know them." I had been debating asking this one, since I knew that Tara had lived in the orphanage, but I thought it best to cover my bases.

"Maria Gray." Started Tara and I scribbled it down. "And..."

I looked up to see Jack and Tara looking nervously at each other.

"You don't have to say if you don't want to. Although it would help in finding Descendants in the future."

"That's unlikely." Said Jack darkly, and I frowned in confusion.

Tara took a deep breath and said. "My, father, is Pitch Black."

I blinked in surprise, and lots of things suddenly made sense. Tara went missing around the same time Nightmares were more active, and Pitch got stronger, meaning he'd been drawing power from her for eighteen years. Pitch wasn't exactly one for family either, and any mortal woman who bore an immortal's child didn't survive long after childbirth, which explained why Tara had been in an orphanage.

"Okay." I said as calmly as I could, "Do we have to worry about a telepathic link?"

"No. It disappeared when I became immortal."

"Okay." I looked up to see Tara looking nervous. "No one's going to judge you for that. We can't help who our parents are."

"It's not that. Can I ask something?"

"Go ahead."

"Does that make me a Descendant of Pitch?"

I should've seen that coming. In response I shook my head with a small smile.

"No. How the Descendants of Pitch came to be is unknown, but only someone with similar powers to Pitch and have a family history of having those powers are Descendants. You don't count."

Tara nodded, relaxing back into the sofa.

"Centre?"

"Friendship."

"Abilities?"

"Um, I can fly, I have a necklace that can teleport me to my friends if the need me, and I can sense peoples relationships."

I paused and looked up from my notebook. "Can you elaborate?"

"Well, I can sense how people think about each other. For example I knew that you and Jack were close friends, and distantly related when I first saw you today. That kind of thing."

"Hmm, interesting." I said, jotting it down. "Could be useful strategically."

"Do you have to turn it into how HOG could use it?" Asked Jack, a little exasperated.

"Yes, it's already been discussed. Any of Tara's Descendants would answer to me if we didn't immediately get a Head out of them, which we wouldn't because they'd need time to get used to HOG. So I need to know how to utilise them."

"Right." Jack shook his head while Tara remained silent. I just shrugged and got on with the interview.

"Immortality story?"

Jack and Tara looked at each other. "It's a long one."

"I've got plenty of time."