Fighters

Chapter Six

Tristan's POV

As I reached the jeep, I could see the three in the back sit up straight and crane their necks to look at me. I was feeling overwhelmed and anxious, wanting to get back to my mom and right now they just felt like such an annoyance to me. I opened the back door and stepped aside so they could get out. They looked around in awe. We were in the garage hanger of the abandoned military base that is our home. It's underground and safe, no way of sneaking in or out of. "Follow me" I grumbled, taking off towards the door way that Eric was still leaning against. He stepped up as we got close and fell into step next to me. I could faintly hear their whispers behind me, and then Jackson of course has to speak up.

"When do we get to sit down with you and your sister?" he asked, eyes darting along the hallway and I roll my eyes.

"Did you not see her reaction to finding you in the jeep? And we're kind of focused on our mom right now. She was shot remember?" Sarcasm seeped into my tone and Eric raised a hand to rub my back slightly.

"Is she going to be okay, bub?" Josie asked softly. I couldn't help but get pissed off... who did she think she was calling me by a nickname?

"She's in surgery, and my dad and Aurora are waiting and I need to be with them." I said shortly, turning quickly and feeling some joy when they stumble a bit.

"So we get to see the medical area then? This place is huge, lots more turns than they have at the Helm. It's like a little town. I'm never going to be able to find my way around here." Sierra said, and she even had the nerve to chuckle.

"You wont need to learn, because the only place you'll be is in our holding area or mom's office when she's ready to talk to you. And either way, you're going back to YOUR home. This is is NOT YOUR HOME." I didn't mean to start to yell, but I felt that I'd drawn attention in the hallway and hated the sympathetic looks I was receiving.

"Holding area? We can't go see her?" Josie asked and before I could get a word in of course Jackson had to huff and draw attention to himself.

"You really think we're leaving our kids now that we've found them?" he asked, putting an arm around Sierra's shoulders who was sniffling.

I laughed out loud, looking to Eric who just shrugged. "You didn't find us. My dad found you guys. You weren't looking for us. You accepted that we were gone when you left us all those years ago. We made a life without you and you don't get to come ruin it. And this is the end of discussion right now, I'm done." I said, calmer than I thought possible. We continued to walk and then I realized that I'd have to pass medical to get to the holding cells, and I hoped that my dad and Aurora would be outside and not sitting in the hallway.

But as we got closer I laughed to myself... when is luck ever in my favor?