AN: Alright we are back, basically Greek is back because Roman was back last chapter, but I had no part in it, so I'm baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack! *grins* (*points over shoulder* You do know the readers just ran away, right?) Now that I've frightened you all, we have a plan! And now that you are even more scared, we are heading back to New Orleans and seeing more of the darkness. So sit back, relax, and enjoy!

Disclaimer: I own Sara and Roman owns DarA and Grace!

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Dara rested her head against Otto's shoulder as they sat on the airplane, waiting to land. Fie was going to pick them up, which irked Otto to no end. Her father and over protective uncle could flash them any place and yet he still had to fly. Although to see the smile on Dara's face, Otto would walk through the fires of Tartarus for her.

"Wonder if Fie will be on time." Dara said.

Otto laughed. "Kyl was told to keep her on track. He knows to get her to the airport on time."

Dara shook her head. Kyl and Fie were awkward together. Their attitudes and egos clashed, making it entertaining for Dara and Otto.

Dara snorted. "Fie will fight him till she's blue in the face and he's as red as a fire truck before they come to get us. Telling Kyl to do that was dumb."

Otto shrugged, jostling Dara some. "What can I say? Those two together make my day!"

Dara laughed at Otto's enthusiasm. He could be such a kid sometimes, but that's what she liked most about him. He could be fun and easy going and her best friend or he could be fiercely protective and overbearing. Thankfully the second was only when there were enemies around.

The wheels hit the pavement throwing Dara and Otto around.

"Well let's go see if our so called friends remembered us." Dara said as she left the airplane, Otto following behind her.

"DARA!" Fie screamed out.

Dara winced and rubbed her ear. "Damn, why did she have to take after her mother?" she grinned and hugged her best female friend tightly. "FIE!"

It was Otto's turn to wince.

"And why do you have to take after your mother?" he asked jokingly. Dara gave him the finger as the two women walked away, Otto falling in behind them. "Where's Kyl?"

"Here grumpy," Kyl said falling in next to him.

Otto looked at him. "All clear on the Western front?"

Kyl screwed up his face. "Why the hell can't you just ask if it's business as usual or some normal shit like that?" Fie and Dara laughed. "But before you make me a dead Dorean, everything's smooth. Didn't miss a thing, well besides me giving a nice couple a call and erasing their memories, but I handled it. Just call me maid."

Otto rolled his eyes. "Alright, maid, the hunters are happy?"

Kyl nodded. "Fat, happy and for once doing their jobs without complaints."

Otto raised his eyebrows. "Who are they and where are Acheron's real hunters?"

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"You just got home, Dara."

Dara tried not to roll her eyes at her father. "Yes I know Dad but I start school again in a week and I'd like a little fun before then. Relax, Otto will be with me."

"Of course Otto will be with you." Savitar said. "Why wouldn't he be? Have you been going out without him?"

Dara groaned. "Mom!"

"Savitar, leave her alone." Grace said, appearing at her husband's side. "She's nineteen. She can go out on her own." she looked at her daughter. "But if she doesn't put a jacket on over that top, she's not going anywhere."

Dara sighed and grabbed her black jean jacket from her bed. "I was already planning on it, Mom. Otto wouldn't take two steps outside the house unless I was," she used air quotes. "'properly' covered."

"You say that like it's a bad thing." Savitar grunted as he crossed his arms.

Grace shook her head. "How you made it through her teen years, I'll never figure out."

"Ash." Dara said at the same time as Otto, who appeared behind Grace and Savitar.

Otto looked at Grace. "Ready?"

She nodded. "As soon as these two let me out."

Grace frowned before she realized she and Savitar were blocking Dara's doorway. She grabbed Savitar's arm and yanked him out of the way while stepping back herself.

"Thank you Mom." Dara said as she kissed both her parents before following Otto downstairs.

Otto paused by the front door. "Jacket."

This time Dara rolled her eyes as she pulled her jacket on. "Sometimes, I really hate being right about you."

Otto smirked. "Tough luck, kid."

Dara linked her arm with Otto's as they walked out of the house. "I am not a kid."

"You'll always be younger then me," Otto said. "that makes you a kid." he glanced down at Dara's black jeans and deep red tank. "You look beautiful, by the way."

Dara smiled. "Thanks."

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He watched them from across the street. He knew there was no way to get into the bar without one of the bears trying to rip him apart. Not that they could but he wasn't in the mood. Seeing the way they looked at each other, he could tell there was love there, even if they didn't realize. And at one time in his life, he would have been happy for them but now it just made him mad. Maybe he was in the mood to kick some bear ass.

Before he could move, she glanced his way with a frown on her face. He stood completely still. He knew about her abilities, her mother's abilities. Terrified daimons talked. Loudly. He watched him wrap an arm around her and obviously ask if she was okay with a concerned look on his face. She smiled at him and nodded, indicating she was fine.

They vanished into the bar and he allowed himself to relax some. This might be harder then he thought.

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So, I was gonna ask if you guys have figured out who's watching Otto and Dara but since we kinda told you who the big bad was in the opening AN for the story, I'm assuming everyone knows. Alright, let us know what you think, flame policy stands and thanks for reading.

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