Jess: I don't own night world

Jason's P.O.V.

"I found them. I found your children."

There was a long pause. Probably the longest pause in my life. He found them. He really found them. "Oh goddess." (It's a witch/day breaker thing). "You really found them? Are you sure?"

"Yes. I'm almost positive. The names, around the same ages, some of them look almost identical to you and Michelle."

I sighed. "Okay," What the hell was I supposed to do now? Just go up to them and tell them I'm their father? I groaned.

"Not sure what to do now, are you?" Ash asked from the other line.

"No, Ash. I'm really not sure what to do."

"Talk to Michelle. Tell her I found them and then try to work from there. Maybe she has an idea,"

"Okay. I'll talk to her. See you after." We both hung up the phone. I sighed again and I turned, walking into the next room. When I walked in all eyes were on me. I looked at Michelle, who sat there feeling relieved to finally be out of the room.

"Ash did it. He actually found them." I smiled as the realization hit me. My kids were alive.

Michelle's eyes filled with tears. "H-He did it? Really?" The tears fell faster. I sat down beside her and put my arm on her shoulder.

"I know. I want to see them too."

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A few hours later, Thierry looked at me and smiled. "You'll meet them soon. I have a feeling you will." I smiled at him.

"I'm not sure how we would approach them. I mean I can't see myself going and knocking on there door. 'Hi I'm your biological father.' That would go over nicely wouldn't it?"

Thierry smiled in spite of my sarcasm. "That's not exactly what I meant but…" The doorbell interrupted him. He stood walked out of sight toward the door.

"So what are we supposed to do?" Michelle asked.

Just then Thierry rushed in. "Jason, the doors for you." He gave me the same confused look I gave him. I stood and walked to the door.

There stood a boy about the age of seventeen and he looked just like Michelle. "Dad?" he asked quietly, shyly.

"Matthew?" I asked. I almost started to cry (and that's a big deal when you're a dragon).

"Yeah," a couple tears fell from his eyes. "I didn't think I would never find you." He threw himself into my arms and I held him as if I had been with him his whole life.

Matthew's P.O.V.

"Estelle, I swear you are going to scare me to death. What the fuck were you thinking?" I couldn't believe she just fell off the roof.

"I'm sorry. I just stood up to fast. I'll be more careful next time," her eyes went wide when she realized she said 'next'.

"God, Estelle!" I took a deep breath. "I know you love that spot so… I won't tell Dad."

She smiled at me. "Thank you Matt."

"Yeah, yeah. Just be more careful, please!" I knew she would be careful but I still didn't like her up there.

I turned and walked up the stairs. An open door caught my eye. I looked at the opened door to Dad's study. No was allowed in there but it was opened and tempting me so badly. I stepped in and looked around. A huge group of papers stuck out of the desk. I picked them up and read over them.

Then I saw it the name of our real father. Never thinking about it before, I started to consider the possibilities of finding my father. I began reading again "Jason Write. Jason's children were taken away from him because he was unsuitable to continue being a guardian to them." I stopped. "I don't care if he was unsuitable, he's my father and if he's alive…"

If he's alive, what? Am I going to find him? I pondered it for a few more minutes and decided I was going to find him. I grabbed all the information on my father as I could and stuffed it into a bag. Opening the window, I dropped the bag outside and climbed out onto the tree branch. I hopped down from the tree and grabbed the bag. I walked to the library and looked over all the information I had.

It took hours but I reached him on the computer, asked the adoption agency that we were at, went to his old house and asked the people who now lived there.

"Well we have some mail for him. Maybe if you take it to the post office, they might have the new address," the lady kindly gave me the mail.

"Thank you so much!" I smiled at her and ran down the stairs. Couple more hours later and I found the house. I took a deep breath and rung the doorbell. Too late, I thought. The door opened.

"Can I help you?" asked the man.

"Uh," I took another deep breath, "I'm looking for Jason Write."

He looked at me as if he were examining me. "You look just like her," he whispered, "I'll get him. Hold on one second."

He ran off into the house. Oh my god, I'm about to meet my father.

The door soon opened again and there he stood, the man that was my father. Estelle looks just like him, I thought to myself.

"Dad?" It came out before I realized it. Hold on, what if this wasn't my dad. Write was a common last name; he couldn't be the only Jason Write.

"Matthew?" Then it hit me, he was my father. He knew me too. I threw myself into his arms.

"I thought I would never find you," I let the tears fall then because he held me like we actually knew each other. He was a stranger and I could care less.