Disclaimer for those that are reading this. This will be my first attempt at a fanfiction. I do not promise it to be good, but I will attempt to improve as I write it. All I ask is that we be civil in reviews and be constructive in the criticism.

I don't own anything regarding the Fate/ series or the Jurassic park franchise.

That being said, I hope you enjoy it.

I relaxed a little more into the chair in the living room of my home. The clock in the corner of the room shows the time of 10:30 AM. I sigh as I try to release the tension in my shoulders that hasn't seemed to disappear for the past month.

I have found it difficult to truly relax. I suppose it's in my nature to always be on edge. After all, is the purpose of a sword not to be drawn and used. To be pointed in a direction and poised to strike. I suppose a sword might find itself in a scabbard on occasion, but what's the use of a weapon not prepared to be used.

That being said, one might suspect I would be relaxed in my home. I find it hard to be that way anywhere anymore . It only took a dead apostle barging into my residence on two separate occasions for me to truly lose the comfort I felt in this house.

Can I truly consider this my home anymore? I have barely ever spent time in this place since my transfer to London's Clock Tower. That was quite the transfer to begin with. I never imagined the personalities I would be exposed to there. Imagine if a company was composed solely of Sociopaths. Well that is if you consider mages association a true company and not just a grouping of dodgy mad scientists too motivated by their own goals to know what a moral compass is. I would have to say the mages I've had the company of prior to them are saint's in comparison excluding one. Though one might consider it her upbringing that brought that about. I truly do miss her sometimes.

I glance over to the well worn picture frame sitting on the shrine in the corner of the room. Its perfectly preserved image of my kohai seeming to mockingly smile at me. That smile always carries the weight of my sins against it.

That does remind me. The reason for me being home. It's rather simple really. Today is the 10th anniversary of the end of that dreadful war, and more importantly the day my kohai Sakura died. I should tell the truth in this regard. The reason for her death is my hand and the circumstances behind it.

Sakura was my friend however as the grail war approached she became a problem. She was corrupted by the entity known as Angra Mainyu who had taken over the holy grail. I blame Zouken for placing a shard of the lesser grail from the last war inside Sakura. After all, my dear friend was too nice to have ever done anything as wicked as that cursed god made her do. It approached a point in which it was likely that Sakura would kill thousands of innocents.

I had to kill Sakura.

It was the most painful thing I have ever truly experienced. The shattering of my fragile ideas to realize the sad truth of the world. I still remember piercing her heart with that Azoth Dagger that Rin had gifted me. The vacant look as life left her haunted eyes. Her smile of relief and words of thanks shall haunt me till the day I die.

I lost a friend and the world gets to live on.

Sometimes the best outcome requires sacrifice.

The other picture sitting on the shrine gleams a little out of the corner of my eye. The dull eyes of my father seem to have caught my thoughts and drawn my eye's to it. I seldom move that picture since Kiritsugu was at peace when he died. I still remember that night's beauty as I saw my father genuinely smile and look at peace for the first and only time in my life.

I wanted to be a Hero. My dad a long time ago under a peaceful moon once told me of his dream to be one, and how he never managed to achieve it. I made a promise to him at the time to achieve his dream.

I suppose at one time I actively wanted to achieve his dream, however that dream died out when I had to kill the one person I truly wanted to save. It was at the time that I realized the true destiny of a hero of justice. An existence destined to save the many at the cost of the few.

I suppose it's only fitting that the pictures of the one who started my dreams and the one who finished them sit together. Always judging me for failing.

I do remember meeting one other man who was similar to me in this regard.I guess I could consider it more than meeting him since I have his arm grafted to me. Who knew meeting one's future would be so exhausting. He was a failure just like me. A faker through and through.

I suppose it would drive Archer to laughter to see me now. I'm sure he'd mock the man I've become. Every day I see more of him in the mirror. The tell tell signs of my whitening hair have started to reach the end of their task of erasing my vibrant red hair. I have just a clump left on the top of my head barely visible in the mirror on the rare occasion I do look.

It's no true surprise to me that my skin has taken to the burned tan that Archer sported. I suppose I'm at fault for that as well. I haven't limited myself to not stressing my circuits and it shows. I've gathered quite the plethora of scars since highschool. There was a time where they would disappear completely thanks to Avalon, but as time and a lack of my Saber have waned the reserves. It now heals them at a slower rate as well as leaves their mark on my noticeably blemished body.

At least one of my eyes is still their original golden color, though the fate of my right eye has fared less favorably. It had lost its color quite recently actually. A legacy of my misuse of my circuits I'm sure. I was quite a bit mad about it at the time Rin pointed it out.

Ah yes my good friend Rin Tohsaka. She is the last of the mages from Fuyuki that is still around after the loss of the others during the war. To be honest She and I dated at one time, but after my suicidal tendency drove a wedge between the two of us we decided to just call our relationship off. She still associates with me from time to time. Rin and I make it a habit of going to dinner whenever I return to London from my hunts. It sometimes is the only peace I receive in life.

It is an unfortunate shame that I won't be able to see her again. However it is for the best since I have landed myself a sealing designation. Some would say it's the highest form of flattery that a mage can receive. What a joke. Who in their right mind would consider being the subject of constant study and dissection to be an honor. Any sane mage would flee at the mere mention. It's why I had to leave London in such a hurry to escape capture.

I suppose it was inevitable that I would secure a sealing designation at some point. My magecraft after all is linked to the taboo of having a reality marble. It is a shame that me saving a fellow enforcer from death didn't stop him from sharing the circumstances behind his salvation.

As luck would have it, he at least gave me a warning that the department of policies was going to investigate me. This warning didn't allow me to clear my workshop of the damning evidence of my study. It barely left me enough time to secure myself a plane out of the country.

The plane ended up landing in America. That is quite the wrong place to be for an on the run magi. There are quite a few aspiring families that have a knack for chasing down designees for a favor or possible rank increase from the clocktower's very own Vice Director. Ah what a wonderful title for such a scary woman.

Truth be told, Lord Barthomeloi is the worst person to receive a favor root be damned being on that particular Lord's radar is worse than being on her bad side.

It's unfortunate that It took me killing a rather impressive Apostle for me to realize what She does for her favorites. I would hardly say that doubling the workload is a reward. The amount of hoops I have had to hop through to exceed and complete the tasks that she gave me was unfathomable, and all I have to show for it is a little higher standing than what a third rate like me truly deserves. I suppose it doesn't matter anymore. After all, the likelihood that my status would delay my dissection and study. Reality Marbles are just too rare for me to be left alone.

I do have to say that at least my E rank luck has assisted me a bit.

I managed to land near a hiring campaign for some work on an island. Well calling it an island is a little shallow. As luck would have it, a place called Jurassic World is hiring. Something about having some dinosaurs on display that needs to replenish its security team after a few were 'lost.'

What an odd way to refer to firing old workers.

The pay is quite outrageous as well. Having a six figure job just to watch some old bones on an island is quite the easy job. Quite frankly, I would have taken the job even if they were paying me with food. I've made an ungodly amount of money from completing jobs for that slave driver Barthomeloi. Really the only perk of working for those snobbish nobles of the clock tower.

I'm more of a fan of the location of it. I can't believe how lucky it is that I can work so out of the way from the mages association. I mean an island in the middle of the ocean is such a great place to hide away for a sealing designee like me.

Needless to say, I filled out all the paperwork that they required post haste.

I was getting worried that I wouldn't make it onto their roster. I submitted my application over a month ago and hadn't heard from them. I had to interview over the phone on three separate occasions to see if I was qualified. I suppose that's what I get for mentioning my involvement in mercenary work as my qualification. In hindsight it probably wasn't the move, but I was pretty desperate. Although I'm really surprised how serious they are about protecting these bones. You wouldn't think that a collection of them is worth that much.

I got the letter in the mail today about my hiring. I start next week. I was planning on heading there after I've finished saying my goodbyes to Sakura. I wish I wasn't pressed for time, but I have been fortunate so far in not being harassed for being here. I guess I can thank Rin for that if I ever see her again.

What a shame that I have come to this point in life where I can't exist in Japan for long.

I rub the back of my head as I glance over to the dining room table where a rather thick safety manual sits. I wonder if it's truly imperative that I read that before I get to the job sight. Truth be told it's not like me to usually avoid being as prepared as possible for a job. I just can't bring myself to get excited about protecting bones.

I mean, there was a point in time that I was fighting demigods in a sacred ritual for a wish. When you compare that to bones. It's just so underwhelming.

I stand up from my seated position as I stretch hoping to release some of that dreaded tension. As I pass the table I grab my employee handbook to maybe read it.

"Whelp, I guess it's time to pack ." I say as I close the door to my room. The deafening silence being the only answer I receive in my vacant house. Nothing new for the lonely sword of the hill.