Generations's (Spin Off/ Book FOUR)

Home

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"OK, you lot, it's time to sleep now and you know it." I told the 6 kids lying in the bunk beds, girls together in the middle, the 4 boys near the windows and the wall, all hanging on to my every word. "Your mummy's and daddy's will not be very happy if they find out I kept you up all night with stories."

The eldest boy pouted, folding his arms as his mop of violet hair fell into his eyes again. Like father like son, he refused to get it cut. "No! Finish the story! What happened after they fell into time? Please!"

Smiling fondly at him, I sat back down with the book I was holding, a leather bound one which had survived nearly everything the universe could throw at it. "Fine, but if you're all grumpy in the morning, you can't blame me. Lie back, my lovely."

He did as I said, and I started to read again.

Dean:

When Chuck and mom had disappeared, we'd freaked for a moment, before realising that Aisling wasn't scared. If Aisling wasn't scared, we'd realised, then we shouldn't be either. Weird when you were trusting the instincts of a three year old over your own, which you'd learnt to rely on over the years.

"Do, do you think she did it?" I asked Cas softly, staring at the sky that was now alright again, as Suzy and Sam spoke at the other end of the room. "Do you think she's gone?"

"I don't know Dean. I, I know that... I don't want her to be. There was never a kinder soul out there than Khalilah Winchester."

I went to reply to him, holding my daughter who was asleep in my arms with such incredible words to say about her mother, before I wasn't next to him any more, I was stood with Arianna, Sam, Birdy and Khalilah in a busy street, broad daylight and completely confused. "What the hell just happened?"

Khalilah put her hands to her mouth, staring at me. "Dean... It's my home... It's London, it's Baker Street..."

"What year is it?" Sam asked, before catching a heavily pregnant Arianna as she groaned, clutching at that giant baby bump. "Hey, hey, Ria, are, are you, is it-"

"No. No, it's not time. Bloody close though. Time travel without a capsule, fucking brilliant." She breathed, holding my niece or nephew tight. "We must have been sent forward 2 years, to where Birdy, Lilah and I are from. But where are Cas and Suzy?"

"They're from about 3 years ahead, well, Suzy is. Cas will obviously wait around with her." Mom told us, as Khalilah started to run towards a café and a black door next to it, and went after. "Amara did this, gave Khalilah what she needed, her whole family."

We ran after her, getting across the road as she managed to get the door open and ran upstairs to a really nice looking lounge room, where a man right away stood up. Sherlock, transfixed by his only child, fully grown in front of him. This was the first time that they'd met parallel for a long time, after saving herself as a baby, hiding her mom. Killing, her mom. "Oh, oh my God, Khalilah..."

My wife burst into tears, seeing her dad for the first time in 10 years and hugged him tight as two little twins crawled towards us. "Daddy..."

They embraced in a display that brought tears to her mothers eyes as she joined in, and another man came in, a stick insect that needed some brow work, working on something that was screeching in his hands. "Would you mind keeping it down in here, I'm working on-" And then he paused, seeing first Khalilah hugging her parents, and then the rest of us, including a pregnant Arianna. "Well, you've gained weigh, little sister."

"Oh, shut up and help me sit down, brother." She sighed with a laugh, hugging him carefully before he lowered her into an armchair. "We're back. Like, back for good. Khalilah's come home."