Jeremy Renning leaned back on the rolling chair he was sitting on behind is large oak desk inside of his office in downtown Los Angeles, California. He was supposed to be on a personal vacation from his position as a representative in the United States Senate. However, he knew there was still too much work to do on Law 515, which had been dubbed 'Blending Worlds' by the national media. There were too many things in it that left loopholes for people, and for preternaturals, to take advantage of. He wanted to make sure that everything about it was perfect, that there was no room for debate. The first stage of it had already passed, but there was still a long way to go before everything was completely settled.

There had been a lot of debate in the national media concerning Jeremy's own existence. Several reporters, and he was sure several people as well, were convinced that he was a preternatural himself since he was the one who had written the law in the first place. There was always someone following him and trying to uncover the preternatural secret that they assumed he had to be hiding.

But the truth was that Jeremy was human. At twenty-four years old, he was one of the youngest senators in history, but he was human. There was nothing preternatural at all.

Jeremy sighed and ran one hand through his golden brown hair as his blue-green eyes settled on the picture that rested in a silver frame on top of his desk. He reached over and picked up the frame, his fingertips lightly caressing the face of the woman in the picture.

The woman appeared to be in her late teens or early twenties. She had bright red hair that was blowing in the wind away from her face with the appearance of being flames. Her eyes were a deep violet color that most had assumed she had gotten with the help of contact lenses. He had assumed the same until she had trusted him with the truth one night.

The woman had been a preternatural. Her father had been an angel and had chosen to 'fall from grace' with Lucifer and the others. Her mother had been a demon that her father had fallen in love with shortly after the Fall. Her natural appearance had been beautiful to him. She had skin the color of pure gold and wings and horns that were black as coal. Her natural hair had matched her horns and wings, and her natural eyes were as gold as her skin.

Other members of the preternatural world hadn't been happy that she had told Jeremy the truth. They had cornered the two of them in a dark alley as they had been coming back to his dorm room from a movie theater. Jeremy had done everything he could, but as a human, there hadn't been a thing he could do. He had been at their mercy even more that the woman had been.

The woman had protected Jeremy at the risk of her own life. She had shielded him from the preternatural world and used her powers to send him to a new city, erasing the memory of him from the ones attacking her even as they had killed her.

When Jeremy had woken up, he had found himself in a strange dorm room. It had taken him that whole weekend to find out where he was, and that she had used her powers to take care of everything. He had been transferred to a new university, and his new classes were to begin the following Monday morning.

That was the weekend Jeremy had begun to write the law that would become known as Law 515 two years later when he joined the Senate.

Jeremy snapped himself out of his memories and sighed, putting the picture frame back down on top of his desk. He glanced out the windows and realized that the sun was setting. He hadn't had dinner, but he wanted to get a work out in before he even thought about getting anything to eat. He pushed himself up on the chair and stood up, tucking his laptop into the bottom right-hand drawer of the desk. He locked the drawer and slipped the key into its hiding spot before leaving the office. He didn't bother to change out of his clothes, knowing he had a clean set of workout clothes waiting for him in the locker room at the gym.

Jeremy's cell phone rang as he was sliding behind the wheel of his convertible. He sighed, sliding the key into the ignition before he answered the call. "Hello?"

"Jeremy!" Todd Stelton's voice carried through the ear piece of the cell phone. "Where are you?"

Jeremy cleared his throat to hide his groan. Todd was a fellow senator, only he was from New York. "I'm at home in LA for a while," he responded. "I needed to take a vacation before things really get insane."

"I don't blame you," Todd replied. "I just wish you had let me know you were leaving. There are reporters all over the Senate looking for you."

Jeremy didn't bother to hide his groan this time. "If you send them out here, Todd, I swear I'll make you pay for it. I came out here to get away from all of that for a few days."

Todd laughed, but the sound didn't come across as genuine at all. "Why would you suspect me of ever doing anything like that?" he asked in a voice that was pure saccharine. "I would never send them after you to get them out of my own hair. I have laws of my own that I'm trying to get heard on the floor, you know."

"Yes, I know," Jeremy answered. "I've seen some examples of the laws you have in mind, and I can guarantee that they will never see the light of day... not as long as I hold a seat." He disconnected the call before Todd had a chance to reply, sighing as he started the car and put it into reverse to back out of his driveway. He drove across town to the gym he visited regularly, Gym Masters.

Jeremy walked into the gym a few minutes later and quickly changed out of the suit he was wearing into the set of gym clothes that was inside his locker in the locker room. He grabbed a clean towel from the stack by the door of the locker room before stepping onto the treadmill to begin his workout session.