Okay, this bit takes place ten years after the events of FoF and does slip in neatly with MysteriousSherlock's timeline. Again, spoilers ahead, and this is my first proper time of writing Tara. I hope it isn't too bad.

Here's what I hate about being the 'senior' Head, the fact that everyone expects you to do stuff.

I prefer doing that without being told that I should.

Although this one, I could understand why the others were so hesitant about doing this. With all the new Descendants from the Descendants of Jack Frost becoming known, it was my job to approach them, and tell them who they were, if a Branch hadn't already done that.

Another reason why it was me? This guy was in Pennsylvania, and the Burgess Branch is the only Branch in Pennsylvania, even if they were on different sides of the state. Not to mention that even though Nigel was still alive, he was certainly not fit any more. He had handed the reins for the Branch over to me.

So as a Head, and the leader of the nearest Branch, I could understand why it was me doing this.

I walked up the street, looking for the number that Tracey had told me. Ever since Tara became immortal, we'd been trying to track down her family, and Tracey believed she had found them.

It was a bit complicated, Maria's parents were dead, so they'd had to go with siblings. However, Maria's brother, her older sibling, and his wife had died in a fire about a year before Tara became an immortal. They had had two kids, the youngest was sent to an orphanage, and I'd nearly had a heart attack when I found out who it was. However, she is far too young to be having kids, so I looked to the brother.

He was a good deal older than her, about twenty the night of the fire, so chances were he hadn't been living at home at that point. It was also a bit too complicated getting his sister to live with him, so that's why she was in orphanage. A lot of digging through records and Tracey's pack sniffing around later and we found him.

He had a family, wife, two kids, one he had when he was young, but I'm not going to judge. One of them was almost a spitting image of Tara.

Not to mention, if Tracey's people were to be believed he has great white wings sticking out of his back. If the family wasn't enough, then this was, no other immortal I could think of had white wings. Making him a possible Descendant of Tara Lumen.

Tara, believing she was an orphan (and considering herself one. Who would want Pitch as their dad?) had never found her family, so was along with me. Even if they couldn't see her, I'd thought she'd like to meet them.

I decided to leave Taboo at home, an ice tiger with violent tendencies is not a great thing to have when you're going to new person.

I looked to the young woman walking next to me, her own white wings held aloft. Her blonde hair was shining in the moonlight, and she wearing the same thing I always saw her in whenever I did see her, grey jumper, blouse and jeans.

"Feeling okay?" I asked.

"Nervous. I know they won't see me, but, what if they're awful?"

"Then, there's little we can do about it. I hear the boy's young enough to believe though."

"I guess..."

"I'm sure it'll fine." I smiled at the Guardian of Friendship. "I've done this loads of times. Even if it goes wrong with the parents, the boy might be able to convince them."

"If you're sure..."

"I try to visualise Professor Xavier when I do it." I confessed.

Tara giggled. "The parallels are uncanny."

"At least I'm not bald! Or in a wheelchair."

"Neither would stop you being a badass. From what I hear."

"Badass?" I snorted. "I haven't had a chance to be a badass in a long time."

"You find peace boring?"

"It's relaxing, but I prefer being out in the field, doing something." I shook my head. "Careful what you wish for huh?"

"Yeah." Tara came to stop. "We're here."

The house was nearly identical to every other down the street. White brick, picket fence, that kind of house. Given that he'd been a teenage dad, he'd done pretty well for himself.

I looked at the address on the paper and compared to the address of the house we'd stopped by. This was it.

"Ready?" I asked Tara.

"...No."

"Good, let's go."

I started striding up the path with Tara scrambling to catch up. "Wait!"

I turned as I stopped in front of the door, watching Tara catch up.

"What was that about?"

"Getting you up the path." I said, ringing the doorbell.