Note, I'm skipping a lot of flavor text and background info, I figure if you're reading a fan fiction about a book, then chances are you've read the book and know, at least in part, that information.

I own none of the characters, not even the OC I made as she is part of the PJaO books and anyone is free to duplicate her for their own stories. Writing a story using characters from published books, I certainly can't complain if someone likes my idea enough to run it in a different direction, but please, no slash.

Rick Riordan and Patricia Briggs own all characters.

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Does anyone know what Auriele and Daryl's last name is? Or were I might look for it? Ditto for Felix.

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This chapter is fairly short. I've been having trouble getting off in a relatively early time from work, and my weekends have had me taking my gout medicine. As I've said before, I refuse to write when I can't think clearly, something not possible with gout medicine (the reason I don't take it on any evening before I have to work).

I've also rewritten this chapter four times. This is actually my third rewrite, the fourth one turned out much worse. I don't do filler very well yet, but this was a conversation that I needed to put into the story.

Anyway, hope you like.

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Phone Call

Mercy

Well, this has been an interesting day to say the least. I can't even begin to describe it to myself, much less anyone else. After the 'Births' of the children, Sam and Ariana lead most of the new parents out to another room to get some new baby supplies Ariana picked up earlier in the day. I head out with them, baby Brandon and little Athena are just two little cuties. And best of all, now the pressure on me to have kids will be lessoned. Having Jesse babysit the babies a few times should take care of most of it.

While Ariana was showing the new parents how to use the baby stuff my cell phone rang. It was Hank Owens, friend, Indian and Walker something like me, though he's a red tailed hawk instead of coyote. "Hey Mercy, sorry I missed your call earlier, but I was out of reception range. I actually wanted you to call as well, I saw the news, you've got some explaining to do."

"Oh how little you know. Unfortunately, not enough time to explain now. Let's just say I need a way to contact Coyote and Gordon Seeker."

"Ouch, things that bad that you'd actually seek Coyote out for aid. Gordon I can see, but not Coyote. That's trouble you don't need, even if you are related to him."

"Can't be helped! I gave him something after we killed the River-Devil, the son of its creator wants it back, and wouldn't blink at destroying the entire tri-city metro to get it. And he wouldn't even think before destroying any of the Native Nations that got in his way. So, yeh, I need to talk to Coyote."

"This wouldn't per chance have anything to do with the recent change of policy about the fae would it?"

"Well, if you were watching the news, then you saw the… …individual, who wants his father's walking stick back."

"Damn Mercy, you really don't do trouble in half measures do you? Of course I must admit I'm a bit jealous. After all, he gets to kill a senator's son on live TV and still get accepted into the halls of power and we Indians kill a few write men trying to steal our land and we get the military razing our villages. How does he do it?"

"Sheer power. Once you're able to make the Air Force coming to carpet bomb you lands mistakenly bomb Australia, a land on the other side of the Pacific Ocean, instead, you can pretty much name your place in the worlds power structure. Can you help?"

"Not for what you actually asked. No one knows how to get a hold of Coyote because no one WANTS to get a hold of him. To get his attention, all you have to do is be interesting for a while, something that, if the news is the least bit honest about, you are in spades right now. Honestly, I'm surprised he hasn't shown up on your door step with a bag of popcorn and some brew. As for Gordon, he's on the wind sort a speak. On walk about if you will, though he's much more likely to call and ask if he's got any messages. What do you need from him? And is it anything we lowly mortals can help you with? Calvin has been wanting to go visit ever since he saw the news yesterday."

"NO! Sorry, no, bad idea. We're playing host to some kids who happen to be on the same power level as the previously mentioned fae lord. One of them happens to be a Native who, I have on rather good authority, needs to come to grips with her native side. Something she really doesn't want to do. Evidently, her father was rejected by his people, and both he and his daughter have been quite happy to return the favor. Calvin can be sweet, in a young and stupid kind of way, but he's more than a little judgmental about Indian blood. She's a LOT more powerful than either of us and she would absolutely paste Calvin the first time he made a stupid comment. No, it needs to be either Jim, without Calvin, or Gordon. Preferably Gordon has she needs to make peace with the quote "Native Spirits". Coyote would do in a pinch, but I'd like for her to actually respect her native side, not hate it more than she does now."

"That might actually explain why Coyote hasn't shown up at your doorstep yet. He's waiting for that story to unfold. As for Calvin, he's going to be disappointed, he so wanted to see the winged horse. He's absolutely overjoyed at the possibility of getting a ride on it and will not shut up about stories of flying horses in Indian legends. None of us have the heart to remind him that we didn't have horses until white man settled here."

"Actually we did, we hunted them to extinction just like we were in the process of doing to the buffalo before the evil white man came along and sped the process up enough for us to see how much we'd be hurt before it became irreversible, just like all the other mega-prey in the Americas. Sorry, I've still got a little of my own resentment left over. Besides which, regardless of whether or not we had horses, winged or otherwise, this particular winged horse is Greek through and through just like the kids. Think that one through and read a little of the Greek legends and you might get an idea of just how interesting my life is right now."

"Ouch, I'll see what I can dig up. If nothing else, I'll drive out myself though I think I'm not the best candidate for this. What kind of time frame are we looking at?"

"For the walking stick, nothing immediate, one of the kids thrashed Beauclaire so I was able to get him to agree to back down a bit. The thing with Terry Yutu is an unknown time frame. Someone I sort of trust had a vision that said she needed to learn and accept but nothing else to go by. Oh, do you know anything about walking, talking volcanoes? Evidently Adams ex-wife is being stalked by one."

"Mercy, we REALLY need to talk! Your life is not conductive to being long and happy, even by our standards. I'll look into things. If I can't find anything to help in a week, I'll grab the wife and drive out. If you need me earlier, call, and I'll fly right there, and I'll bring Fred and a few others if I can. It sounds like you can use the help."

"I'm kind of out of practice with saying this since I deal with the fae so much, but thank you! You really don't know I much we need help right now."

As I say that, I notice Adam a little way off listening in on my conversation. Once he sees that I've noticed, he motions for the phone. "Hang on a second Hank, Adam would like to talk to you for a second."

At that, I hand the phone to Adam who immediately launches into a discussion about some kidnapped kids who might be transported through Hanks area. Hank is really quite during the story, and when Adam asks him if he'd be willing to help, he readily agrees, he even offers to ask around and see if any of the others would be as well.

We talk a bit more after that, but we need to get to the police station, so I say goodbye and we all troupe out to the SUV.

Oh yay, one emergency taken care of, one to go (for the evening), and about a dozen more coming up in the next week or so. My life is so much fun!