Guardian

Chapter 21

As soon as my Mom opened the door to my home, I was thrown into a world of hugs, wet kisses, and a thousand questions of where I'd been, what had happened to me, and whether or not I knew where Paige is. In fact, Paige's location was one of the first questions that my Mom asked me, though Peter had pulled her away, insisting on checking me for any injuries. I have none.

The Elders were more than accommodating, constantly asking me if I needed anything, if I was thirsty, or if I needed to stop and stretch my legs. I think that they were overly aware that I am Human, mainly Human anyway, and that I have Human needs. Which is very considerate of them, but mostly I wanted to go home, more than anything wanted to go home and be with my family in a safe space.

One of the things they told me rung around in my mind as I sat through all the questions, the thing the Elders had said about meeting the rest of the Supernatural world. Obviously if any of this is true, I need time to learn about everything. To learn about the history of the Prophets, the Supernatural world and even their interactions with the Humans.
I am very aware of the fact that I have to know everything about these people, because they're going to look to me for guidance and help in stressful situations. I'm not good at acting under pressure and I definitely am not a leader.

One of the first things that comes to my mind when I try to think of what my first move should be, is finding out who is murdering the people that I keep seeing in my dreams. I don't think that I was seeing those things for no reason, even though it was my first time seeing anything in a vision. I needed to stop that from happening.
I also want to keep an eye on Paige, make sure that Malcolm is treating her right and that he's not doing anything bad. I don't know if I should care this much any more, not with what happened to her, or how she treated me before she disappeared, but Paige is my sister and she hadn't done something too atrocious yet.

My Mom eventually got up to run into the kitchen under the pretence that she wanted to make tea, Peter following close behind her to see if she was alright.
Greg and Toby, who had yet to leave my sides, watched as I picked at my fingers, not too willing to say anything in case I let something slip.

"Are you sure you're okay Fee?" Greg asked, his hand on my knee in a comforting way.

I nodded. "I suppose so, I feel better than I thought I would." True, very true.

"How did you make it back home?" Toby asked.

I winced. How am I going to explain that to them? "I - walked."

"You walked?" Toby repeated, sounding like he didn't believe me.

I nodded. "My feet hurt." I added.

"You know you can tell us anything right Fee?" Greg told me.

"I know. I'm just, I'm really tired." Lie, i couldn't feel more awake, but I desperately wanted to go see Tiberius, who I knew was upstairs, possibly waiting for me.

"Of course you're tired." Toby sighed, rubbing my back with his hand. "You've been through a lot Fee."

Slowly I nodded. That was true, for sure.

Briefly, I am reminded that I need to speak with Peter, alone. He's known the whole time about the Supernatural, and about me. My father knew about me, before he died he knew and he never told me. I wanted to know what they had done to hold the Prophet abilities back, to stop me from knowing.
And I wanted to talked to Tiberius, dear god I want to talk to Tiberius, to see him and to be hugged. But more than that, I wanted to ask him about his assignment, if that's all I have been these years.

How would I feel if I found out that that's all I've been these years, just an assignment? I suppose it's my own fault for falling for him, someone who is unobtainable and already destined to be with someone else. I can't be in the way of that, just like I can't be upset at Tiberius for just doing his job.
But that doesn't mean it doesn't hurt, because it does, the thought that everything we had talked about, all the things we'd laughed at or all the times he's made me feel better when I felt horrible, was all because he had too, just for his job.