A/N: Sorry about the delay in updating but I wanted to take my time with this. Unlike Benny's Baby I've mapped out most of the story, and we are heading to what I promise will be a fantastic ending. This story consists of five 'episodes' that deal with Erica and Benny struggling to balance their supernatural lives while dealing with becoming parents once again. Each episode is about five chapters long, so I hope you stick around and enjoy the journey! Not only that but I've placed hints throughout each chapter that has to deal with the over arcing theme of what's really going on. I promise updates will be faster in the future, for now I hope you enjoy this extra long chapter! And don't forget to read the A/N at the bottom. Enjoy!

Benny's Son

By Takarifan101

Chapter Two: The Return of Eric Weir

The moment Eric collapsed Benny's instincts kicked in and an instant later he was at the teenager's side. He gently pressed two fingers against the boy's neck and after a tense moment felt a pulse. He let out a sigh of relief and smiled; Eric was alive, unconscious maybe, but alive. Benny turned to look at Erica and gave her a reassuring smile. She tried to return it but the only visible emotions on her face were shock, confusion and worry. He scooped up Eric and gently laid him on the bed. As he did something slipped out of the teenagers pocket and clattered to the ground before rolling into the shadows.

"It's not possible," thought Benny as he looked down at boy who had called himself Eric. In the dim light of the hotel room it was hard to make out any details, but in the flash of purple energy he was sure he had seen brown hair, turquoise eyes and that smile… his smile. He leaned over and turned on the bedside lamp. When he did there was no doubt in his mind he was staring at none other than his son. Erica let out a strained laugh and collapsed into the nearest chair.

"What's so funny?" asked Benny never taking his eyes off the unconscious child.

"Only our son," said Erica trying her best to catch her breath. "Only our son would end up time traveling."

"There's no such thing as a time traveling." She stopped laughing and looked at him. "Grandma told me magic draws its powers from nature, and that the dangers of time travel would be too much of risk for breaking that connection. She also said, in theory, one paradox is all it would take for a total collapse of history. In other words it's impossible."

"If it's not time travel then where did Eric come from and why does he look like he's thirteen?"

Benny didn't know how to respond; instead he bent down to pick up whatever had fallen out of the teenager's pocket. When his fingers grazed over the mysterious objects he brought them up to the light. An old playing card and-

"My necklace," whispered Erica as she took the blue gem from Benny's hand. "This is just like the one you gave me on our anniversary a year ago…. Memento maximum." The gem began to glow.

"So this is my son," said Erica as she held Eric gently in her arms. She had taken care of babies for her entire babysitting career, and here she was suddenly scared beyond all belief. "This is the son I was never going to have."

Tears began to well up in her eyes; Benny noticed and felt tears well up in his own as well. He scooted closer to her on the sofa, and looked at the infant in her arms.

"Yeah," he whispered. "This is our son."

"It's the same necklace," said Benny in disbelief, it couldn't be possible. Everything he had ever been taught about magic was being contradicted right before his eyes. He uneasily placed the card on the table before gently lifting Eric's head.

"What are you doing?" whispered Erica as she watched him.

"If he really is a Weir, then he'll have the family birthmark. Anyone born in a family of Spellmaster's has one, and it can only be revealed by the touch of another family member."

"You never told me that," pouted Erica quietly as she crossed her arms.

"In my defense it is a family secret." Sure enough at the top of Eric's neck hidden almost underneath his hair a small blue 'W' appeared. "He's a Weir… but how?"

"I'll say it again if time travel is as impossible as you say it is, then where did he come from?"

"I don't know, but he didn't come from the future. Maybe he's a projection of what we want to see, or he was created to act like-"

"You can't honestly look at him and tell me he's not the same boy we had three years ago?"

"It's not!" reasoned Benny as he paced around the room. "Our son died three years ago because of a spell I did wrong and then when we tried to bring him back last month and couldn't I realized...whatever led to his birth the first time couldn't be duplicated... He was gone, really gone. This, whoever this it is, isn't Eric."

He sat on the edge of the bed and looked down at the ground unsure of how to put his feelings into words. Erica sat next to him and placed on a hand on his shoulder. "You can tell me what's wrong, you know that right?"

"Everything I was ever taught is being called into question right now. It's like I-I just can't-" He looked at the boy then down as his own shaking hands. "We called him the Impossible Child for a reason, and I… I'm afraid to believe. I can't do it again..."

"I understand," whispered Erica without looking at him. "I know how impossible this is, and I know you don't want to lose him again, but this is our son. I don't know how or why but this is our son. You saw his eyes, and that smile… that was your smile Benny… I'm sure of it."

Benny said nothing as his exhaustion of the last forty-eight hours came crashing down around him. He tried to stifle of yawn and failed horribly. Erica got up with a smile and gave him a sympathetic look. "Why don't you get some sleep?"

"What if he wakes up?"

"I'll stay up, you know that vampires can go days without sleep. Besides you look like you're dead on your feet right now."

"I just-"

"If he wakes up I promise I'll tell you." She gave his shoulder a gentle squeeze and Benny nodded before heading towards the sofa. She turned him to the free bed and added:

"I can be sofa girl for a night." He lay down, gave Erica a smile and was glad to see it returned. It was hard to imagine that less than twenty-four hours ago she had acted like she had hated him, heck it was hard to imagine less than twenty-four hours ago he wasn't a parent. Without a second thought he drifted to sleep.

Benny woke to the feeling of sun on his skin; he opened his eyes and found Erica fast asleep on the sofa. He smiled and let out a little snort, so much for her staying up all night. In the other bed Eric was tucked underneath the covers, his shoes and socks resting on the ground next to the night stand. The boy let a moan before turning away from the bright light of the sun. Benny grinned only to frown when he saw the duplicate necklace and old card on the table.

He picked it up and turned it over in the morning light. On one side was a sketched picture of a jester looking up at the moon, on the other a simple dark grey pattern. He turned to the jester again and examined it closely. At the top it was aptly titled: 'The Fool', with a large zero at the bottom. Why did Eric have a tarot card on him, and an old one at that. Was it possible the teenager had messed around with something supernatural, or was he following in Weir family lineage and fighting monsters?

Before he could pursue these thoughts he heard someone stirring. Absent-mindedly he put the card into his back pock and gave Erica a smile as she joined him in the small kitchen. Without looking looking at him she started the coffee maker and yawned.

"Morning," said Benny as he made a move to give her a kiss. He caught himself, and quickly turned away before she noticed. With a small flush red across his face he asked: "How did you sleep?"

"Horrible," mumbled Erica with a pout as waited for her coffee. She stretched out her back then turned to look at Benny with a dead serious expression. "I'm so sorry I made you sleep on the sofa these past few weeks. That thing was a killer on my back last night."

"It's fine," said the brunette trying his best no to laugh at her. Sweet sweet karma. "It really is."

"I can see why you wanted a hotel room so badly I fell asleep a little after two… I think. I'm not sure my internal clock is all messed up." She looked at Eric. "He still out?"

"Yeah, whatever brought him here must've drained him. I just can't believe it… we're parents… again."

"It's the again part that worries me," said Erica as she took a seat at the table. She picked up the necklace and turned it over. "He's really our son, there's no doubt about that."

"It's really him, it's really Eric Alec Weir."

"Yeah I wanted to ask you about that. When did we decide for his middle name to be Alec?"

"I might've given it to him when he was first created and never mentioned it," said Benny as he handed her a mug of coffee. "Besides it was a crazy time for both of us. How was I supposed to remember to tell you his middle name?"

"But Alec?"

"It sounds cool. I wanted it to be Luke but Ethan thought it would-"

"You are such a geek," said Erica with a smile.

"So were you," said Benny as he took a seat across from her. They locked eyes and for a moment there was a flash of what they used to be, a young in love couple. Then it vanished when Erica broke eye contact.

"He'll probably be hungry when he wakes up, I know I am. So what do you think, room service?"

"Sure," said Benny as he got up and handed her the room service menu from the previous night. "What do you think he'll like?"

"I love French toast with syrup, or maybe pancakes. I used to eat them all the time before I was bitten you know before eating was optional."

"You think so?" He looked at teenager and shook his head. "He looks more like an eggs, bacon and sausage kind of kid to me."

"Please, I know a fellow chocolate chip pancake lover anywhere."

"Chocolate chip pancakes?" asked Benny in disbelief as he looked at her. He raised his eyebrows. "You used to eat chocolate pancakes?"

"W-what?" asked Erica as turned bright red. "There's nothing wrong with that."

"I don't believe it, you always seemed too 'cool' for that kind of thing."

"Well I wasn't always cool." She turned away trying to mask her embarrassment. "Remember?"

"You were always cool to me," said Benny with a shy smile as he took the menu from her hands. "How about we just order it all and see what he likes when he gets up?"

Erica nodded and twenty minutes later there was a knock at the hotel door. Benny paid the bill and placed the three trays of food on the table. Chocolate chip pancakes, french toast, waffles, eggs, sausage, bacon, ham, a small bowl of oatmeal, and one banana, to Benny it was as if he had died and gone to breakfast heaven. He resumed his seat across from Erica and gave her a huge smile, a nod and began to dig in.

A few minutes later they heard a groan. They turned in enough time to watch Eric as he sat up in bed and yawned. He rubbed his eyes before looking at Erica and then at Benny. For a moment they were unsure if he was going to do anything, then he jumped off the bed and threw himself into Benny's arms with a huge smile across his face.

"Dad!" cried Eric as he hugged him. "I thought I was dreaming… but it's really you…."

"Eric," began Benny as he placed his hands on the boy's shoulder. He looked up at Erica who shook her head and mouthed: 'not now'. He sighed and instead said: "Yeah it's really me."

He pulled away from Benny and looked over Erica, he cast he eyes downwards and made no move to hug her. "H-hi Mom."

Erica looked at Benny confused, and in response he mouthed: 'no idea'. He lifted the boy's chin up and asked:

"What's wrong?"

"N-nothing, it's just I know you're my parents… but you don't look like how I remember them. I can tell you don't really know me."

Benny thought about it for a moment. "Well to be honest it's probably because we're younger. The last time we saw you were just a baby, and we haven't... brought… you… back yet…."

Eric looked up unconvinced. "I guess that makes sense. I remember Aunt Sarah and Uncle Ethan telling me about that. They said you had me really young, and something went wrong and I disappeared. But that you used magic to bring me back when you were older so you could take better care of me."

"Something like that," said Erica as gave him a warm smile. "It's really confusing."

Eric's stomach growled and he gave them both an embarrassed smile. Benny smirked and asked:

"Hungry?"

"Starving."

"Well then dig in," said Erica as she motioned to the empty seat and vast amount food. "We weren't sure what you liked so we kind of ordered everything on the breakfast menu."

"Chocolate chip pancakes?" asked the boy as he sat at the table. He put one on his plate and smiled. "I love chocolate chip pancakes!"

Erica raised a hand in victory and Benny couldn't help but laugh. They resumed their meals and watched from the corner of their eyes as Eric ate.

"How old are you?" asked Benny as he took a sip of his water.

"Turned thirteen a few months ago."

"What grade are you in?" asked Erica as she took a bite of her toast.

"I'm supposed to be starting ninth in the fall."

"Do you have a girlfriend?" Erica looked at Benny in disbelief, and in return he shrugged his shoulders.

"No." A small blush.

"Do you trust us?" It was Benny's turn to look at Erica in disbelief.

"Yeah."

"He's definitely got your appetite," said Erica once the last of the food was gone. "I couldn't even eat one pancake, you ate like five."

"I-I was hungry," said Eric quietly his eyes downcast again. "Sorry."

"Huh? N-no it's fine. Are you ok?"

When he said nothing Benny asked: "What's the matter?" When Eric continued to look down in silence he added: "We're going to honest with you Eric, we don't really know that much about you. Not only that but you appeared out of thin air in our hotel room last night. As abnormal as our lives can be this takes the top place. We just want to make sure everything is ok with you."

He looked up with tears in his eyes. "I-it's weird not knowing you, that's all. You don't know about calling me your Icarus, or the stories you used to tell me or what I'm like and how I grew up. I-I'm just not used to it. Parents are supposed to know their kids, not the other way around."

Erica pulled him into a hug and held him tight. "You can trust us, we only want what's best for you." He nodded and Benny asked: "Do you remember how you got here?"

"No," said Eric as he pulled away from his mom. "I can remember my life and what happened but I don't know how I got here. I'm sorry."

"Don't be," said Erica with a smile. "We're just trying to figure out how you got here so we can think of a way to get you back home."

Eric paled, and looked down sadly. Before either Benny or Erica could comment on it their cellphones went off.

"It's a message," said Benny as he held up his phone for Erica to see. "From Sarah."

Erica nodded and held up her own phone. She clicked the speaker button and together they listened to the sound of their friend's voice.

"...box…. apartment…safe…"

"Something about her apartment," said Erica as she tried to call Sarah. Just like before it went straight to voicemail. "Do you think we should go and check it out?"

Benny turned to look at Eric. The boy sat sadly in his chair, eyes downcast, while moving around some left over eggs.

"I think you should go check it out," said Benny honestly. When he saw the disapproval in her eyes he whispered: "With your flying you should able to get there and back within an hour."

"What about you and Eric?"

"We'll be fine. I'll take him out and get him some new clothes. There's a mall a few blocks down and I'll have my phone on me."

Erica looked at Eric then back at Benny. "I don't feel comfortable leaving you guys alone. It's not that I don't trust you but… I'm afraid of losing him again too."

"I know, but this might be a chance for me to get to know him better to see what's really bothering him. Besides if this is something magically related then who better to be with him than me?"

"Are you calling me an unfit mother?" joked Erica with a small smile.

"I would be if I wasn't so afraid of you punching me."

"Ok. But be careful, I'll call when I'm on the way back." She hesitated and Benny was sure for a moment she was going to say something else. Instead she gave his hand a squeeze and headed for the bathroom. When she emerged she was fully dressed for the day. She walked over to Eric and placed a kiss on his cheek and received a shy smile from the boy.

"I'll be back in a few hours, keep him," she motioned to Benny. "Out of trouble."

"I'll try Mom."

When she was gone Benny clapped his hands together. "Come on we got plans today too."

"We do?"

"Yeah we're heading to the nearest mall and getting you some new affordable clothes." Eric looked down at his worn shirt, shoes and pants before nodding.

Ten minutes later they were moving through the busy streets of London enjoying the sights of the city around them. For the most part they walked in silence, it wasn't until they began trying on new shoes that Eric spoke.

"These are perfect,"said Eric as he looked down to examine his new shoes.

"Are you sure?" asked Benny as he watched his son stand up and then walk up and down the aisle. "Because the ones you were wearing are almost completely worn out, and I want to make sure you feel-"

He gave Benny a hug. "I like them a lot. Thanks Dad."

"You're welcome," said Benny unsure of how to return the affection. He wasn't used to being a dad, let alone one to a thirteen year old boy. He patted Eric on the head and together the two of them walked towards the clothing section.

Eric picked out a handful of shirts, pants and shorts, and when they saw the dressing room line Benny laughed. "Let's just buy these and what doesn't fit we can return later."

"Yup." Said Eric without a second thought. They passed by an old out of place arcade game when Eric suddenly stopped. He peered at the cracked screen and smiled. "I haven't played one of these in forever."

"I'm a pro," said Benny as he slipped a bill into the machine. It started up and he took the first joystick. Eric took the second and they began to play. During their game Benny caught the boy throwing glances his way, a mixture of happiness and worry written all over his face. When Eric's last ship exploded they took a step back both laughing.

"I thought you said you were a pro," laughed Eric with a huge smile.

"I lied," said Benny catching his breath. "I'm terrible at arcade games, get me an X-game controller and I can so win."

"Surrreee you could."

"But hey we made the top three! Seconds better than nothing. This E.I.W must be one heck of player."

"I could've played ten times better if it wasn't for the crack on the screen."

"That sounds like something your Mom would say."

Eric stopped smiling and looked directly into his eyes the earlier happiness gone from his face. "I'm serious though Dad, thanks for everything."

Benny felt his heart sink. He put his hand on boy's shoulder and nodded. "Anytime. Here, why don't you get something to eat while I pay for the clothes?"

He nodded and walked off towards the food court. Benny stood in line and sighed as he listened to the conversations happening around him.

"Can you believe the prices they charge for the tickets to London Eye? I mean seriously it's a total tourist trap."

"Yeah and then he said 'get out'. You think I left without my dog, nope. I put up a fight and I made sure Puffles came with me."

"Yeah my brother's been humming it all the time. 'Late last night and the night before, they came knocking at the door'. So stupid."

"Excuse me sir?" Benny snapped back to reality when he noticed the older gentleman behind the counter giving him a smile. "Your purchases?"

"Oh here." He placed the clothes on the counter.

"Not from around here huh?"

"You can tell?"

"London is full of tourists this time of year," said the old man as he rung up the clothing. "My advice is to stay out of the street at night." He peered above his glasses his blue eyes meeting Benny's green. "There have been vandals running around, I don't remember much about what I read but they've been making a mess of things every night. Best to stay indoors."

"Thanks Mr.…." He peered at the name tag. "Ericson."

"Names Alec, Alec Ericson." He extended his hand and Benny shook it.

"Names Benny Weir," something felt off. "Thanks for the advice."

"I only say that because I saw you had a young one of your own." He motioned in the direction of the food court and Benny stared at him. There's no way anyone could've known Eric was his son, a brother maybe, but not a son. He studied the only man closely. Brown hair that was turning white with age, soft blue eyes, and almost familiar name. Nothing really out of the ordinary. "Take care now."

"Thanks," said Benny as he headed towards the food court. He caught sight of the arcade game as he headed out and frowned. The crack on the screen was gone.

When they got back to the hotel room he noted that Erica hadn't called or returned. With a sighed he laid on the bed as Eric went through his new shirts, pants and shorts. He pulled off the worn green shirt he was wearing and when he did Benny noticed something odd about his son's back.

"What's that?" asked the Spellmaster as he sat up.

"What's what?" asked Eric as he tried to look over his shoulder. "Is there something on there?"

"Come here," said Benny. When he did his mouth fell open. A pair of Native American designed wings were tattooed on his son's back. "Are... are these tattoos?"

"Huh? Oh yeah, they were a gift."

"From who? What kind of idiot get a kid tattoos as a gift?"

"You," said Eric as he slid on his shirt. "You gave them to me for my third birthday."

"Your nickname," said Benny as he rubbed his face. "Icarus... it makes sense now…." He turned white as another realization hit him. "Oh god…. ok, here's the plan. Don't tell Erica. If your Mom finds out I let you get tattoos she's gonna kill me."

"Who am I gonna kill?" asked Erica as she stepped into the hotel room. She crossed her arms and looked from Benny to Eric. "What did you guys do now?"

"Nothing!" said Benny as he held up his hands defensively. "We just got clothes and some lunch, and maybe we might have skipped the trying on part because the lines were too long."

Erica rolled her eyes. "As long as we can return whatever doesn't fit I don't care."

"Any luck with Ethan and Sarah's apartment?"

"Is Uncle Ethan and Aunt Sarah ok?" asked Eric suddenly as he looked at her. "Did something happen?"

"I don't know," answered Erica honestly, Eric looked away from her and sat on one of the beds. "The apartment was locked and when I asked around no one had seen them for a couple of days. Get this though apparently Ethan drives-"

"Then how did Sarah call us?" asked Benny as he looked at his phone. "It says it came from her apartment, that doesn't make any sense."

"I don't know."

"I hope they're ok," whispered Eric softly. "There were always there for me… especially after dad-" He stopped and his eyes widened as if he said the wrong thing.

"After I what?" asked Benny as he sat up. "What happened?"

"N-nothing."

"Eric you can tell us anything," said Erica as she squatted down in front of him. He turned away from her. "If it has to do with where you came from then maybe it's better that we know."

He looked over at Benny who nodded. Eric bit his lip and nodded. "Where I came from I lived with Aunt Sarah and Uncle Ethan."

"Why?" asked Benny suddenly very worried. "What about Grandma?"

"Or my parents?" asked Erica in the same tone.

"Grandma died a year after I was born, and Mom you left when I turned three so I never met my grandparents." He looked up at Benny sadly tears welling up in his eyes. "And Dad... Dad you died after I turned five."

A/N: Trust me things will be answered in the next chapter. If you've read some of my other stories (such as 'A Very Whitechapel Christmas', and 'The Spellmaster's Mother' and even 'SaraharaS') you'll realize that there are some hints as to what's going on in this one! Until next time then! And please don't forget to leave a review.