Author Note: I'd like to thank Daken's sister, IowaAmbroseGirl, alibob687, angelsdee327, and Metalgrl29 for becoming followers to this story. I'd also like to thank alibob687 and Metalgrl29 for giving me my first reviews. It's much appreciated. There will be two flashbacks present for this one, so onto the next chapter, hope you all like it. Let me know what you think.

Chapter 2:

Ayva felt refreshed to start a new day. She had basically slept for twelve hours straight. It seemed that it was something her body needed, because for the first time in a while she felt focused and not dragged down by unhappy thoughts of the past. Rolling off the couch, her legs carried her to the bathroom.

Turning the knobs to the perfect temperature, she stripped her clothes and stepped under the hot spray of water. The beads of liquid pounded against creamy porcelain skin, causing her to sigh in relief. The fresh smell of her shampoo waved under her nose, bringing a smile to her lips as she thought about the day before in the park. The mother deer and the fawn grazing in a flowered clearing.

She hoped that she would see them again today. Her boss requested a few more nature shots for the article the company she worked for was a part of. Of course, she agreed to the task for two reasons. One, the nature itself and two, with the hope of seeing Finn again.

Ayva felt like she owed him an apology for how she acted towards him the day he came to deliver that dreadful news. Though, he never complained about being punched in the face. That guilt weighed heavily enough on her shoulders. Thinking about it only brought the memory to mind and the sadness along with it.

She had just finished carrying in the last of the groceries when the sound of a loud knock pounded against the front door. Somehow a feeling of dread washed over her, chilling her straight to the bone. Not hearing from Damien for over a week was so uncharacteristic even for him and it worried her to no end. Her heart clenched the second her hand came in contact with the knob of the door to pull it open.

Two men stood on the porch with solemn expressions upon their faces. It was then she knew that there was something wrong with Damien. The one she recognized as his best friend Finn Bálor; but the other she didn't know at all. He hid his shaggy brown hair under a military style hat and shied his blue eyes away from her own.

"Finn...what's wrong?" She asked nervously clenching her hands together in front of her.

"It's Damien...he didn't make it..." He stated softly.

Deep down, Ayva knew that was what happened; but she didn't want to believe it. Instead of crying, the rage boiled to the surface. Her already clenched hand reached back and flew forward, connecting with Finn's jaw. A scream of frustration escaped her throat before collapsing to her knees on the floor. The devastation consumed her on so many levels, so much so that she couldn't even speak a single word to them.

"Ayva, I am sorry..." Finn apologized kneeling down in front of her, touching her arm gently.

The tears rolled down her cheeks like a river and there was nothing no one could do to stop them. The sympathy in his eyes poured out through his touch. Her heart closed up and she never returned his gaze, because she blamed him. Blamed the entire unit for his death. What else could she do. That was the question.

After all of that, she never saw Finn or anyone else from the unit again and she was happy with that. All they did was remind her of her husband's devotion to protect innocent lives. It was one of the many things she loved about him.

Blinking her eyes once to come back to reality, she realized the water had grown cold. Shivering, her hands moved the knobs in the off position. Grabbing a black fluffy towel, she wiped her face and then wrapped it around her naked body. Just thinking about that day made her realized just how wrong she had been to treat him that way. It wasn't his fault and she damn well knew that.

"I have to apologize..." She whispered softly looking at herself in the large mirror, staring at her reflection.

Finn awoke to a soft knocking on his door. He quickly stood up from the reclining chair and walked towards the door. Becky's face greeted him warmly. He returned her smile despite still feeling tired. It was rare that she would come to him without Dean next to her, which meant she knew something important.

"What's wrong?" He asked stepping aside to allow her access to the rest of his room.

"Got a text from Ayva a little bit ago."

"And?"

"She talked about you. Stating that she felt guilty for how things happened the last time she saw you."

He was confused about what Becky was talking about, because the last time he saw Ayva was yesterday. Unless she meant the day he came to tell her about Damien's death. The day she punched him in the face. Finding amusement in it, he let out a soft chuckle. "Guilt huh?" He asked turning away from the woman he considered a little sister.

"If you knew her then you'd know why she'd feel that way." Becky's snapped crossing her arms over her chest.

Finn placed his hand on top of the mantle edge over the fireplace that still burned embers. He stared into the orange colored orbs, thinking back on that day. "You're right...I don't..." His voice carried over to her.

"I didn't mean...I'm sorry. She's just..."

"I know. She means a lot to you...as she should."

Becky had no idea what her leader was trying to say; but there was emotions displayed that she hadn't seen in a long time. She knew that Dean didn't want any emotions involved this time around; but honestly, how could there not be. She herself cared a great deal for the woman and would be damned if anything ever happened to her.

"There was one more thing. She said she saw you yesterday up by the park on the west side of town. She's hoping to see you today, because she wants to apologize."

Finn turned back around. The look on Becky's face reminded him of Ayva. He supposed with as much time as she's spent with her, she was bound to pick a few things up along the way. As far as the apology went, there was no need for it; but he would pretend like he didn't know anything about it and see her. He had to know for sure if she was a Nephilim and the only way he knew how to do that was to get involved in her life.

"Finn..."

"Yeah..."

"Do you even know how to talk to a woman?"

"What the hell kind of question is that? I'm not incompetent!"

Becky raised her hands up in defeat; but not without a chuckle of her own. She definitely enjoyed tormenting Finn's social status. He glared at her a moment before his lips curved upward into a smile. He could never stay mad at her for long periods of time, because ninety-nine percent of the time she was only trying to help or trying to brighten the mood.

The sound of chirping birds was extremely relaxing to Ayva as she searched for the nature shots she needed to complete her assignment. She had already gotten one of a butterfly sitting the edge of a flower, sucking the nectar from the center; but that was it. The deer weren't anywhere to be seen and there were so many kids playing that she doubted they would come out at all.

Sitting down on an empty bench, she sat the camera beside her to check her phone. A single message was displayed on the screen, which turned out to be from her best friend Becky. "Has he shown up yet?"

The message made her smile. Becky had acted like Finn was going to be Ayva's new person of interest. That was far from the case. It was to apologize and that was it. There was no personal of interest. "No, not yet."

The second she sent the message, Finn turned the corner at the top of the hill. He slowly walked down catching her eyes easily enough. She felt nervous all of a sudden and that wasn't like her at all. Her hands began to tremble against her phone and damn near dropped the device on the ground. She wondered if he had this affected on everyone or just her.

He was dressed in casual dark colored pants with a plain black t-shirt that hugged his muscle toned arms. She tucked a stray chunk of hair neatly behind her ear just as he approached her sitting form. "Hey..." She greeted softly.

"I guess you weren't kidding about seeing you up here if I came around." He replied with a sly grin.

"I'm actually glad you decided to come up here. There is something I wanted to say to you that's been bothering me for quite a while now."

Finn took a seat next to her. The look on her face was full of regret. He wanted to tell her not to worry about what happened; but then he would lead on that he knew about her need to apologize. That was something he didn't want to take the time to explain just yet. "So what's been bothering you?" He asked leaning forward to look directly into her face.

"I wanted to apologize for punching you in the face. It was wrong and I shouldn't have done it...I just..."

"No, I understand. You lost your husband...my friend..."

"Doesn't justify what I did. I've been living with that guilt for a long time and I never saw you again after it happened so I could apologize."

He wanted to tell her why he never came around after that; but it would bring a need for a different kind of conversation that he doubted she was ready for yet. Looking into her eyes, he noticed the swirl of energy behind the color pigment. The beauty of it almost took his breath away. Mentally cursing at himself for even thinking such a thing, he forced it down and proceeded to look away once again.

"There is no need to apologize, Ayva. I wasn't upset then and I'm certainly not upset now."

The sincerity in his voice was a relief to her. With a smile, she reached out and placed her hands on top of his. The simplicity of the touch sent a shiver up his spine. It actually made him feel normal for the first time in a long while. "Thank you...for understanding how sorry I am..." She said slightly tilting her head to the side.

"There is no need to say thank you either; but I appreciate it nonetheless."

He couldn't take the touch any longer and quickly stood up, severing the skin contact. Looking back down at her, he could see the confusion on her face. He honestly had no idea how Damien stayed away from her for so long, because in just two days she caused foreign emotions to stir within. No matter how much he wanted to give in, he knew that he couldn't.

"Finn...?"

"I'll see you around. I've got some things to take care of."

"Yeah...sure...okay..."

Before she could say anything else, he started to walk away. The warm crisp breeze filtered through her hair, whipping it around and over her shoulders. She knew there was something off with him. The emotions flowing off him were extremely confusing to say the least. First thing she felt when he sat down next to her was happiness; but it quickly turned into guilt. Guilt she didn't understand, it wasn't like he was responsible for anything, that she knew of anyway.

Finn slammed the front door shut alerting Becky, who was sitting in the kitchen reading a book, to his arrival home. She lowered her legs from the table and laid her book down before walking out of the room to see what was wrong. Turning the corner into the hallway, she could see him heading in the direction of his private quarters. "Finn!" She yelled from other end of the hall.

"Not now, Becky!" He yelled back.

Not taking no for an answer, she shimmered in front of him. Narrowing her eyes, he knew that she wasn't going to move unless he told her what the problem was. Becky was persistent; but probably the best listener out of all the half-demon subjects he had. Rolling his eyes, he stepped passed her to step inside his room. "Come on Finn, what happened that's go ya all upset?" She asked in their native accent.

"Nothing."

"You suck at lying. Try again."

He waved a hand and fire ignited inside the fireplace. It wasn't that he was upset, it was because he didn't understand why all the foreign emotions he thought he had buried a long time ago came to the surface just because she was around. "Did she say something?" She asked again.

"No...she didn't do anything."

Now she understood what was going on and to be honest, she wondered how long it would take for him to start thinking about the past himself. If everyone thought humans were the only people that got brokenhearted, then they were are all wrong. Watching him just sit down and stare into the fire was a sure indication that he was thinking about the woman who shattered his heart to pieces.

Finn could feel the heat from the fire on his face and hear the door to his room close behind Becky. He didn't like being cold with her; but he felt like he needed to be alone in that moment. There were things not even his subordinates knew and it was time to reflect on those things. Seeing Ayva only made those things hurt more.

It was a week after Ayva learned about Damien's death. Finn stood outside the living room window of her home, cloaked from human sigh. He was watching her, making sure that she was alright. He owed his best friend that much; but what he saw was anything but alright. Ayva did nothing but sit on a recliner with her knees up against her chest, crying. The pain she felt could have been avoided had he listened to what 'she' wanted from him.

Finn had done plenty of horrible things in his lifetime; but nothing compared to being the reason someone elses life ended. When she looked up from her knees, her bloodshot eyes showed him all the despair he could ever want to see. "God Ayva, I am so sorry..." He whispered before turning away from the house.

He continued to check in on her once a week until she continuing on with her life. She had Becky to thank for most of the encouragement; however, the more time that passed the less days she felt the pain. Landing the job at the nature magazine was a blessing for her. The more he watched, the more he learned and the more he grew to understand why Damien fell for her.

Becky sat back down at the kitchen table and picked the book she had been reading back up. She didn't get more than a paragraph read before her phone vibrated against the wood of the table. Looking down at the lit up screen, Ayva's name was displayed. "So he showed up..." The message read.

"How did it go?" She typed and hit the send button. If Finn wasn't going to tell her what happened, then her own best friend would.

"It was short. I apologized; but he didn't seem interested in hearing it."

That didn't surprise her in the least, because it was the same thing he had told her before even going. "I'm sorry, hun. Did he say anything that would indicate that?" She asked even if she knew the answer to the question.

"No; but the second I touched his hand he looked at me like he was scared. He stood up fairly quickly after that and left. I get the feeling like a woman really hurt him in the past."

She had no idea just how true the was, nor did she know just how bad that woman hurt him. Dean walked into the kitchen with a bottle of beer in hand. He leaned down and pecked his lips against hers before continuing on towards the cupboards. "So Finn's in a mood, do you know why?" He asked pulling a box of crackers down from the shelf.

"He met up with Ayva today. She apologized for punching him in the face when you guys went to tell her about Damien. That's all I know."

"I almost forgot about that. Hah, that was so long ago..."

"She's held onto that guilt for a long time."

Dean couldn't understand too many human emotions, guilt was definitely not one of the ones he could. Looking at the woman he cared about more than his own life, he could see how much she was struggling with the all the events that have happened over the last several years. Not that he blamed her, being cast out of what they all called home was not part of the plan, nor was Damien's death. Every single member of the household felt that one. Some more than others. "Let me ask you something..." He stated sitting the box of crackers on the counter.

"Yeah..."

"If Ayva is a Nephilim, do you think she will help us once she knows all about what we are and who she is?"

"I do; but it's not going to be an easy road for any of us and that includes her."

He nodded his head before continuing on with what he was doing. Becky looked down at the blank message on the screen of her phone. Her fingers moved swiftly across the smoothe surface, typing the message she wanted to make out. "Maybe there was. Even if there was, maybe he could use someone like you to help with it. Maybe he could help you move on to." She hit the send button before slipping the device into her pocket and made her way back out the kitchen with book in hand.