The New Rangers

Chapter Fourteen

Holly hurried down the hallway after Logan. "Logan, slow down, wait up!" she shouted.

He paused and turned to her, waiting until she caught up to him. "Did I miss something after I left?"

"No, I wanted to talk to you." She glanced up and down the corridor before yanking open a nearby door and pulling him inside.

He frowned in the semi darkness inside what appeared to be a small storage closet. "What do you need to talk about that requires locking me in a closet?"

"You are not locked in!"

He shrugged and reached for the door to open it but she jumped in front of him, flattening her body back against it. He rolled his eyes. "Really? I thought you just told me I wasn't locked in?"

"Technically you aren't, you're just being prevented from leaving right at this moment. I want to talk to you."

"Then talk and let me out of here," he told her, leaning back against the wall.

She remained in front of the door in case he tried to make a dash out the door. "I've noticed a couple of things that I think you need to explain, especially in light of the conversation I overheard between you and Crowley."

"There's nothing that I need to explain that is any of your business. Can I leave now?"

She pressed a hand into the center of his chest when he attempted to reach past her for the doorknob. "No! I'm not done yet! Is Crowley related to your father?" She frowned at him in the darkness. "Or is he your father?" If her hand wasn't still pressed to his chest she might have missed the way he flinched when she asked the questions.

"My mother never told anyone who my father is. If he was my father then I wouldn't know now would I?"

She settled back against the door, frowning at him. "I'm not buying that. You know why? Because I've noticed a few things." She plowed forward without giving him a chance to make any excuses. "I've noticed that you and Crowley look alike. Care to explain that?"

"Seriously, Holly, that's the bulk of your evidence? A lot of people have similar looks. How is that proof? You and Deva look alike, you could be related!"

She snorted. "It isn't just that you look alike, you have the same smile and ..." She sighed. "A lot of things that are currently escaping my brain."

He reached out, placing a hand on her shoulder. "Holly, even if he was my father it wouldn't matter, would I? Let it go."

She stared up at him with a frown. "Why wouldn't it matter, why wouldn't you want him to acknowledge you as his son?"

He nudged her out of the way of the door and opened it. "I can't do anything that would cause my father to acknowledge me because I don't know who the man is."

She remained in the darkness inside the doorway, silently staring out at the corridor. She had been so certain about her deductions. She scowled, realizing he never actually said what he and Crowley had been discussing. Also, she'd asked him two questions, if he was related to Crowley through his father or if Crowley was his father. He'd jumped straight to denying that Crowley was his father. Odd. He was hiding something of that much she was sure and she wasn't going to give up until she figured out exactly what he was afraid of revealing.

***

"So, now what do we do?" Mitchell asked quietly from where they watched Morgan's army.

Halt remained silent for a moment. When he finally spoke, his words were quiet so there was no chance of being overheard. "Picking off men one by one is out of the question. There's too many of them."