FNIA: The Missing Pieces

4: Concerns and Tasks

BALLORA POV:

"What a day." I sighed as I entered my room, The door automatically sliding shut behind me before clicking as the lock activated.

Today had just been one of those tiring, painful days. A woman who came up to Mazercise had a child with her that I could only describe as feral if I wanted to be polite.

She let him trash the room and interfere with what the other people in the room were doing. It was bearable at first. Chichi and I were managing to keep things orderly. It wasn't easy, but it was manageable.

Then the kid grabbed Gem's head and tried to pull it off, thinking our heads could just unscrew from our bodies like a cheap toy. That resulted in a cracked piston ring in Gem's neck. The kid and his mother were soon escorted from the building after that stunt.

So now we were down a Minireena until they figured out how to fix what damage was done to her. And we currently didn't have any technicians with the skill to make said repairs. Not until the new guys start. And while being one Minireena short wasn't going to affect our ability to work, it didn't stop me from worrying about my daughter.

Maybe I should request one of the new Technicians get called in early to fix her?

"I need a shower." I hummer to myself. Halting that train of thought before it started. "I need to clear my head."

Removing my Leotard and tutu, as well as all my other clothing items. I went out back to my service room and stepped into the shower module.

I let out a comfortable sigh as I felt the warm water wash over me. Washing away the stress of the day metaphorically speaking.

As I stood there in the shower. My mind drifted back to the new Technicians.

The older guy wasn't interesting to me. I'd actually rather steer clear of him after I saw him wink at me when Willow introduced the 2 of them to us girls. While I'm going to try to refrain from judging him too soon, that doesn't mean I trust him.

But the younger one, Evan Schmidt. He had my interest.

It had been about half a week now. And every day since I first saw him, he has been on my mind at some point or another. But not in a "He's cute" kind of way, more of a "I know you." Sort of way.

"Is it him?" This was a question I'd asked myself a number of times now. And I was still hoping the answer was yes.

His first name wasn't why my hopes were high. Evan isn't an uncommon name. But Schmidt. That name was what caught me, Because it's mine.

That was my maiden name. way back before I married, had kids, and later died. It was my name. And he had it.

And then there's his face. It looks different, yes. But I recognise it. Softer features, bigger and brighter eyes. Boyish yet mature, dare I say elegant. He looked similar to me when I was alive.

The blonde in his hair? I had Blonde-Ginger hair once upon a time. The Green in his Hazel eyes? That came from me. I know it was probably a stretch, but I was certain it was him.

But at the same time, I wasn't sure as well.

If it was him, then why? Why did it take 5 years? I know it's a stupid question. But I also know the type of person my son was. He made a promise that he'd be back, and he'd work to fulfil that promise as soon as possible.

Another detail that added to it was a bit of a 2 in 1 kind of issue.

When he looked at us, all of us girls. It was clear that he recognised us. But there was no familiarity in it. He just knew who we were, but didn't know us. And the other half was when I looked at him. I felt no Maternal instinct when I saw him. I felt it the first time I reunited with Evan, but not this time.