Beth Lizzie- Not to sound evil but there is a fifty-fifty chance that Benny is dead. You will defiantly find out what happened to Benny within the next six to seven chapters.

Loveroffanfics- I'm snoopy dancing my heart out. As for Benny being dead we'll just have to wait on that one. On another note I'm glad you like that I sent Adam to Ireland. This chapter will focus quite a bit on Adam arriving at his destination.

phi4858- I'm a pretty quick updater. I try to post every three to four days. I'm in a exceptionably good mood to day which is why I'm posting a day early. Consider it my gift to you.
I do like showing that you should never underestimate the abilities of kids. It comes from reading too much Stephen King most of his protagonist are kids.
As for Kaine feeling sorry, well the kid's a bit crazy, a sociopath to be more precise, so sympathy isn't a big thing for him. But who know's maybe in the end the kid will redeem himself.
Oh and you're welcome, I enjoy responding to reviews.

CHAPTER 12

FALSE LEEDS

October 30, 2010

11:08am

Isle of Carthis

Monastery

Kaine sat in his room. The room that as a toddler he shared with his brothers Benny and Seth. The room that up until that morning Kaine had shared with Benny. But he no longer shared the room. Seth and Benny were dead. Seth had died seven years ago from the flu, And Abel -who's body was just beginning to cool- had meet his death by the blade of Cain's dagger.

Steve was gone. He had taken Benny's body and presumably left for the mainland. Brother Paul had gone into town to inform Father of "Abel's demise,"as the monk had so kindly put it.

'Father will more than likely arrive tonight,' Kaine thought. He was not worried of the consequences. Once Father had learned of Benny's and Steve's betrayal, Kaine knew he would be forgiven.

October 30, 2010

6:12pm

Scottsdale, Arizona

Former Centre Laboratory

Morgan did not need to enter the former Centre building to know that her sons were not there. She had never really believed that Richard Parker would bring the boys to the building. The trail had been to obvious to follow.

Morgan felt as though she had been transported back through time and was once again on the hunt for Jarod, and coming up with another false lead. Except it was not the game of "you run, I chase" she and Jaord had played over a decade ago. It was the fate of her son's lives.

"Momma, why aren't you going inside with Daddy and the others?" Alex asked her mother. Jarod had led the group consisting of Ethan, Chris, Debbie, Will, Alley, Jake, Rachael, Marc, Cassie, Terra, Tobias, Maddie, Mike, Aaron, and Andros into the abandoned building. All were armed including the children.

Alex had stayed behind with her mother, and was standing next to Morgan.

"You know just as well as I do that your brother's aren't there baby," Morgan replied.

"I know, so do the others. But they still hold on to the hope that Pete, Jasa, and Jack are there." Alex said. Morgan pulled her daughter into her arms, and sighed.

"We'll have to call your Uncle Sam and let him know to meet us at the hotel. Then call the others and let them know that the lead didn't pan out. Your Uncle Jon, and Grampa Sydney will sense the irony," Morgan said bitterly.

"Hopefully the letter Bobby sent will tell us something, anything." Alex murmured as she stepped out of her mother's arms. "Momma this may sound stupid. But what, what if he took them to Blue Cove. I know that's the last place he would probably go. But what if he's banking on the fact that we won't believe he returned to Blue Cove? Not to mention that the Centre was, and still is, his only reason for living. You know him as well as I do. Mr. Parker's stubborn. He might have returned to Blue Cove just because that was where his empire was built."

"It doesn't sound stupid. We'll talk it over once we get to the hotel," Morgan told Alex.

October 30, 2010

8:38pm

Scottsdale, Arizona

Hilton Inn

"What do you think?" Alex asked the rest of the kids.

"Let's see if we can get some tangible evidence before we go gallivanting off the Blue Cove," Marc said.

"We may end up wasting all of our time looking for proof that they are there. By that time they could be gone," Alex argued.

"Yeah but what if you're wrong Alex?" Cassie asked. "What if we get to Blue Cove to learn that they were never there. We would have wasted time that could have been put to better use."

"This isn't a treasure hunt Cassie. We're searching for my brothers. The longer we wait the less chance we have of finding them!" Alex all but yelled.

"We all know the statistics Alex," Tobias said trying to calm the girl down.

"We aren't talking about statistics Tobias. Statistics don't apply when it comes to my brothers." Alex replied evenly, as she gritted her teeth. Sensing that Alex was about to lose it, her brothers, Alley and Jeremiah began to get up form their seats. Jeremiah was closest to the younger girl, and made it to her side first.

"Alex," Jeremiah said softly leading her aside. "Calm down, okay. The boys mean as much to us as they do to you. Because of that we want to be sure that they are indeed in Blue Cove. So we'll get Bailey to set up a surveillance team in Blue Cove. As soon as they spot any activity from Parker we're there. Okay?" Jeremiah said his green eyes searching his cousin's blue eyes for understanding.

"Kay," Alex said softly.

"Good," Jeremiah said and a flash of smile crossed his features. Over the years he and Alex had grown close, and aside from Alex's brothers and sister, Jeremiah was the only other person capable of calming down his cousin.

"Well now that Alex has finished showing off how short her temper is why don't we check out this stuff Bobby sent us," Greg suggested holding up the manilla envelope Bobby had sent. Alex and Jeremiah returned to where the other children were seated. Greg emptied the envelope of it's contents out tumbled the boys necklaces, the letter, and photograph of Pete, Jason, and Jack.

Touching Pete's necklace, Alex bit her lip, as she held back her tears.

"None of this is right. Pete, Jason, and Jack don't deserve any of this." Alex said softly.

"No one does," Jake replied.

"They should have taken us instead," Aaron spoke. "At least we know how to survive. Pete, was so young when we got him out, and to Jason and Jack the Centre is nothing but a story from our past."

"They let's hope that they were listening to our stories when they were suppose to be sleeping," Will said gravely, passing Jason's necklace to Mike. Mike took the trinket and froze. Realizing that Mike was getting a vision off of the necklace, the other children all paused in their doings and waited for Mike's vision to pass.

"What did you see," Alley asked her cousin.

"The boys. They were in a cell I think. Pete was standing in front of the twins as sweepers came at them. The sweepers zapped the boys and took Pete," Mike said.

Will let out a violent string of curses in various languages.

"Separated them! God Jace and Jack must be so scared," Cassie spoke.

"And it's going to make it even harder for us to find Pete," Tobias stated.

"As if we weren't screwed enough already," Greg mumbled.

"Mikey was there anything else you saw. Anything that would help us pinpoint the location of the boys?" Alley asked.

"No," Mike answered shaking his head. "Except..."

"Except what?" Will asked.

"I'm pretty sure I got a flash of the guy who mailed this to Bob. He was wearing gloves. And there was frost on the ground," Mike replied

"Which means that the boy's are probably up North," Alex stated.

"Which means that Blue Cove is still in the picture," Aaron commented

"And that Scottsdale was a decoy. Tomorrow we're catching a plane home," Jarod said entering the room the rest of the adults behind him.

"But Dad, then they'll know where we are," Andros stated.

"Exactly," Morgan said. "That way they're more concerned with us than the rest of the family."

"What conclusion did you all come to concerning Blue Cove?" Ethan asked the children.

"Stakeout," Jake answered. "That way we don't spook him if he really has the boys in Blue Cove."

"We came to the same conclusion as well," Jarod stated.

"Great minds think alike," Alley muttered.

"What about Adam? Are we gonna send someone after him?" Rachael asked.

"What do you mean?" Jarod asked his niece. Rachael grimaced.

"Adam kinda sorta ran off. He left the safe house and headed off to parts unknown. He left at the heeding of Kay and Kale. And yes when I say Kay and Kale I do mean my one year old baby brother and sister," Jake said.

"Wonderful, now we have another kid to track down," Sam muttered.

"Listen Ad, will be fine. Let him go on his mission, he's a smart kid," Alley said. All of the adults stared at Alley as though she had grown an extra head.

"What?" Alley asked. "Adam has his cell phone, plenty of money, and unlike the rest of us he knows where he needs to be."

"My son has gone and pulled a disappearing act Alyssa," Ethan reminded Alley.

"Kay and Kale sent him right?" Will asked.

"Yes," Ethan replied.

"Then Adam's fine," Will insisted. "Kay and Kale are quite in tune with their inner sense. They know what they're doing."

"Will they're still in diapers," Ethan told his nephew.

"Yeah your point? Alley and I were the same age as Kay and Kale when I faked a seizure in order to get a DSA to Uncle Sam so that he would learn that Dad didn't kill Uncle Sam's parents. All at the heed of the voices we hear err, Alley used to hear. So like we keep saying Ad's fine," Will said.

October 30, 2010

11:21pm

Somewhere over the North Atlantic Ocean

"Will all passengers please be seated we are now about to begin our descent," Spoke the stewardess over the intercom. Adam sat up and buckled his seatbelt. As the plane began it's descent Adam reached into the pocket of his EMS coat and pulled out a slip of paper. Written in Adam's neat handwriting was the location of the inn in Galway where he would be staying for quite a while.

Adam may not have been a top pretender but he did have a photographic memory. It came it handy for memorizing credit card numbers. He had hacked into the Jamieson Foundation's financial records and picked a credit card number at random. He then used the number to reserve a room at the inn. Adam had no intentions of using the credit card he swiped from the safe house unless it was an emergency.

After gathering his luggage Adam took a cab from the airport to the inn. He arrived at his destination thirty minutes later.

"How can I help ya lad?" Asked a red haired woman in her mid seventies. She reminded Adam of his Grandmother Margaret.

"Reservation for Reilly," Adam said in a heavy Irish accent. He had practiced his accent during his flight. For the first time in his life Adam was quite grateful for his pretender skills, as minimal as they were.

"Aren't ya a bit young ta be reserving a room?" The woman asked.

"Me Da reserved the room. He and me brother are joinin' me in two weeks," Adam said as he pulled out a new cell phone he had purchased at the airport. "Ya can call me Da if ya like. I have his number," Adam said.

"I think I just might be doing that," The woman said. Adam dialed a series of number's on his cell.

"Hello Da, it's me Connor... Da tha owner of the inn wants ta speak to ya... Aye she want's to confirm I'm not a runaway," Adam said grinning. He then passed the phone to the owner of the inn.

"I'm sorry ta be botherin' ya sir. I just wanted ta make sure this was indeed yer boy here... Good day ta ya too sir," The owner said. She then terminated the call and returned Adam his phone.

"Sorry fer the trouble lad."

"It's fine ma'am," Adam said and passed the credit card over. Adam was relieved that Will had covered for him. He hadn't been sure that Will would have taken the hint to speak with an Irish accent or not, but obviously he had.

"Yer room is on tha third floor, to yer right lad. Breakfast is at eight sharp, lunch at one, dinner at six. The kitchen is open from nine in tha mornin' to three in tha mornin'. But I doubt ye'll be cookin'."

"Actually ma'am I like ta cook, If ya be needin' any help 'm ready an' willin'," Adam told her.

"I just may be takin' ya up on that offer lad," The woman replied. Adam then waved goodbye and set off to his room. It was three rooms really. Two bedrooms adjoined by a bathroom. In the first room there were two beds each decorated with a quilt embroidered with a Celtic design. There were a set of dressers opposite of the beds, and a coffee table next to the window. Atop the table sat a television. In the second bedroom was a microwave and a televison, along with a bed, set of dressers, and a table.

Done surveying his rooms Adam began to unpack his belongings. Just as he was setting up his laptop. Adam's new cell phone ranged.

"Hello," Adam said somewhat hesitantly.

"Damn Ad, do you know all the crap I had to do to get this number. Hell I'm proud of you little cousin," Will said, and Adam found himself grinning. "So is everything okay?" Will asked.

"Yeah. Thanks for covering for me by the way," Adam replied.

"What are cousins for. So what part of Ireland are you in. Not that I can't trace this call and find out on my own, but that would be mean," Will joked.

"Galway. It's beautiful here, by the way. I want to get a good look at the church in town I hear it has wonderful stained glass." Adam answered.

"You know what you're looking for?" Will asked.

"A man, and a boy... I think," Adam said. "I have no idea what they look like. But I know that I need to bring them home. A lest that's what Kay and Kale told me just not in words... I think."

"Little cousin, I think you're screwed. And to think I vouched for those kids. They send you out of the country with only half of the information you need."

"It's okay. I'm pretty sure that one look at who ever these people are I'll know that it's them," Adam said.

"You'll call me if you need my help won't you?" Will asked the boy.

"Didn't I just show ya I would Da," Adam answered slipping back into his Irish accent.

"Aye so ya did," Will replied jokingly. "But seriously Adam, don't hesitate to call me. It keeps me from worrying about you."

"I take it Scottsdale didn't pan out," Adam whispered.

"No, No it didn't. We're going home tomorrow, and Bailey's setting up a surveillance team in Blue Cove as we speak. But no worries we will find them," Will assured his cousin.

"I hope so. And I hope you find them soon," Adam sighed.

"As do I little cousin, as do I. Listen I'll talk to you later. I'll tell your Dad that you're safe. And while you're in Galway, take some pictures, and buy a few souvenirs. Pick me up a claddagh. I've always meant to by myself on but never got around to it ." Will said.

"Will man get a life it's been what six, seven years since Angel's been canned. I think it's time to move on," Adam joked.

"Adam don't you know that no show never truly ends. Not when you have millions of people writing fan fiction."

"Yeah Will but there aren't millions of people writing Angel and Buffy stories any more. It's just you writing a million of them every day. God you're such a geek," Adam sighed.

"You know I think I'm going to tell your Dad where you are," Will said sounding slightly offended.

"Bye Will," Adam said and hung up his phone, knowing good an well Will would keep Adam's location secret.

And yet a thought plagued the preteen. Was he doing the right thing? Will and the other kids seemed to have faith in Adam. It was obvious Ethan didn't believe that Adam could accomplish his mission on his own. As for Adam's mother -his adoptive mother- Sara, he was unsure how she felt about her middle child gallivanting across the globe. All Adam knew for sure was that his mother would be worried.

Adam wondered what his biological parents would think. He had been not quite five when his mother Joanna had died from a brain aneurism. And as for Eddie, Adam's biological father, Adam had so few memories of the former Centre pretender. Adam had been two when his father was murdered by the Centre sociopath Alex.

Adam glanced down at the cell phone in his hand wondering if he should chance making another call. His mind protested that it would be too risky his family might be able to track him. But his heat needed an answer. In the end his heart won. Adam quickly dialed a series of dights and waited for someone to answer.

"Hello," Came Jarod's voice. Adam was stunned to find that his uncle's normally warm timber had been replaced with worry.

"Are you alone?" Adam asked.

"A-"

"Are you alone?" Adam asked again cutting his uncle off. Adam knew that if his father was in the room with Jarod, then Ethan would force his brother to trace Adam's call.

"Yes," Jarod replied. "Adam what's going on your father said that you've run off."

"I have. Look Uncle Jarod at the risk of sounding like the shark from Finding Nemo, I never knew my father. You did. Would he believe I'm doing the right thing? Would he be proud of me?" Adam asked his voice cracking.

"Adam..." Jarod began.

"Please Uncle Jarod. I need to know. You're the only link I have to my real Dad." Adam begged. Jarod could hear the pain in the young boy's voice, and it broke his heart. Adam had never before brought up the subject of Eddie. Jarod had just assumed that the boy had gotten over his father's death. Obviously the pretender was wrong, Eddie's death was still a painful subject for Adam. Adam had just learned not to show it.

"Eddie, the Eddie I knew, would be damn proud of you Adam," Jarod answered after a moment. "He would say you were doing the right thing."

"How do you know?" Adam asked.

"Because he was your father. And because he was a good man who wanted to see the right thing done," Jarod replied.

"Thank you Uncle Jarod," Adam said softly.

"You're welcome Adam. And Adam, Ethan, though he may not show it, is proud of you as well. He believes that you are doing the right thing, but he's scared of losing you Adam," Jaord told the boy.

"I know how to take care of myself," Adam said.

"I know you do, as does your Dad. But it still doesn't keep him from worrying," Jarod replied.

"Pete can take care of himself and the boys too Uncle Jarod," Adam said.

"I know, but it still doesn't keep me from worrying," Jarod said and Adam was happy to hear a tinge of amusement in his Uncle's voice.

"Have faith Uncle Jarod. Have faith," Adam told the pretender.

"I do, Adam."

"Bye Uncle Jarod. Thanks for not tracing my call," Adam said.

"How do you know I'm not tracing your call?" Jarod questioned his nephew.

"Because you have faith," Adam replied and hung up his phone.

For the first time in days Jarod Michael Russell found himself smiling.

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Up Next: Father arrives to deal with Kaine. Pete is reunited with his brothers. Will does some musing and Morgan finally has her breakdown