✓ Golden Eyes ➣ j. kline

twenty

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IF YOU WOULD'VE told Arya Warner that within a few months after returning from the Dreams she would've been in a different universe where the archangel, Michael was after her and her soulmate (who happened to be Lucifer's kid) and was trying to eradicate mankind, she would've laughed and called you insane.

Funny thing though, that's exactly where she was. In a world where the leader of the angels wanted to poison her then use her soulmate as a can opener to get to her world where he would "remake it in his image". Fun right?

Arya sighed as she walked through camp. She had just finished yet another meeting with some of the heads of the camp. Only four were present: her, Mary, and two others since Jack, Noah, and Bobby were on a rescue mission.

This was the second within the past three weeks so she hadn't gotten the chance to really talk to Jack at all and it was starting to get to her. It was like he was her center and without him she had become more and more tired, not to mention more irritable. She truly missed him, but she pushed through it. These people needed Jack and Arya: the nephilims who would save them from the asshole in the sky.

"Arya!" The brunette turned toward the voice to see Mary jogging towards her.

"What's wrong?" Arya asked.

"Jack is back."

Those three words were all it took for Mary to lead Arya to the boy. It was a short walk through the woods to where Jack had appeared. When they got there, they saw Jack talking to Joseph who had been walking around the border when Jack had come back. Relief settled on her when she saw he was completely unharmed. As if sensing her there, Jack turned and his smile widened. Arya quickly made her way to the boy and threw her arms around his neck, hugging him. He returned the embrace, wrapping his arms around her waist.

"I missed you," Arya said just loud enough for him to hear.

"I missed you too." Jack placed a chaste kiss on her temple.

They released each other and turned to Mary and Joseph.

"Been a while," Joseph told Arya. It had been a few weeks since she'd had a real conversation with the man. They'd both been busy with other matters, but they'd been able to greet each other every now and then.

"Feels like forever," she said.

Joseph chuckled, adjusting his gun strap that rested on his shoulder. "Always does."

"I'm flattered, truly." Arya placed a hand over her heart.

They both laughed quietly at the dramatic gesture. It felt good to laugh. With all the bad cards they'd all been dealt, it felt like a breath of fresh air.