Rose:
Wendy was crazy for doing that, I couldn't believe she was my mom, but on the other hand, at least everything with Samantha and Nathan went alright.
Little Nathan was so cute, I couldn't help but feel grateful that he'd live on through the little baby. Maybe he'd even be good with his hands like him too, that would be insanely crazy but also kinda cool.
"They're both amazing." I commented looking at them, and Peter nodded. I looked at him, "I'm sorry about everything." "It's alright." he replied, looking at his son and I sighed, "Do you want to hold him?" "Possibly." he said with a sheepish grin and I handed over the small baby.
Jace walked over and sat beside me, "this could be us one day." he crooned and I turned red, "What the actual hell, I do not need that thought." I whisper-groaned covering my face. He laughed and pulled up a chair. Peter raised an eyebrow, "Language around the kids." "They can't understand anything yet." I replied, and he rolled his eyes, "I don't care, I'm a dad now, no cussing, cursing, or swearing of any kind around the little ones."
Tink fell asleep and I smiled at her, "She seems to be okay." "Yeah, all things considered." Peter said with a sigh, looking at her too. "Are we going to find Wendy?" I asked quietly, and Peter's eyes turned cold. "Yeah, I'm happy to have my kids and all but that was over the line. Just because she was mad at Tinkerbell? No, I'm going to find her." he growled and Nathan squirmed, he loosened up on him and his gaze softened.
"Sorry Nath..." he whispered, rocking him again, and I looked at Jace, "Do you want to start looking?" Jace nodded then looked at Peter for permission, he nodded to us. I stood up, "Let go Jace." he nodded, I walked over to Tink and put my hand on her shoulder, "Bye Tink." I whispered, and she muttered a quick goodbye before falling back asleep. I looked at Peter, "Tell the little ones goodbye for me." I whispered quietly was I gave him a quick hug goodbye.
On the way out Jace's phone rang, he answered it with his standard, "Jace Wayland speaking." then his blue eyes froze over in anger, "Why are you calling?" He sighed and handed the phone to me. "I can't talk for long." I said, talking on the phone for a demigod was like throwing up a flare for all monsters to see, like I've stated before. "Hello daughter." said Wendy and felt my blood boil, "Why are you calling?" I asked through gritted teeth. She laughed, "That's no way to talk to your mother." "Like I told you before, not my mom." "Ask Hermes, I'm sure he'll say differently." she laughed again, making me want to strangle her. "Meet me at the place where your biggest guilt lies and we'll talk more." the phone hung up and I nearly dropped the phone.
How did she know about where Nathan's mom died?
I felt faint and had to lean against the wall, I didn't ever want to see that place again, it was a graveyard for me. Nothing more than memories and dead souls, so why was I so afraid to go back there?
"Rose?" Jace asked, grabbing my arm as I blacked out.
When I woke up we were in his car and I looked around confused. Jace looked worried. "I was worried there for a minute." he sighed, and I felt my head, which was throbbing. "Sorry, just got some news on Wendy." He raised an eyebrow, "Well...?" "I have to go to the place where Nathan's mom died." I replied back in a small voice. He sighed, "Biggest guilt huh?" "You heard that?" "Yes, listen we don't have to go there." he told me, looking at me with concern and I shook my head, "I owe Tink this, besides, I'd have to face that place eventually..." He got up, "Looks like you're driving then." he said and I nodded quietly.
Their house was in Boston, it was a two story house, packed in along with other houses, sort of like the houses in Stuart Little were. Lots of woods in that house, rustic type of feel, by warm.
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The Academy
FanfictionTink and Rose move through the motions of growing up in a world where fairytales don't only exist, they are the only thing around. I'm writing this story with a friend. Her user name is Kykythereader1351. She will usually be writing from Rose's pers...