An Assassin Never Tells

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November 29th, 2003

"Peggy," Uncle Phil yelled from the kitchen, "Come to the kitchen and get your sandwich!"

"Okay," I shouted in response. I closed my notebook. I had been experimenting with my powers. At that point, I had object manipulation (which stemmed from telekinesis and elementalism), heightened senses, and advanced healing. I'd only recently discovered the advanced healing, and it was pretty darn cool. Not only can I heal myself at a quicker pace, but I can heal other people if I focus my energy (found that out when Nat cut her hand on a shard of glass).

I bounded down the hallway, my black, curly hair flying wildly behind me. It had recently reached just below my shoulder blades (after shrinkage), and I was absolutely loving it!

I entered the kitchen to find Uncle Phil standing at the counter with mustard all over his nice, white shirt.

"Oh, no," I giggled, "What happened?"

"The lid wasn't screwed on well. Instead of coming out of the hole, the mustard came out of the side of the cap," he sighed.

"Want me to grab you a new shirt?"

"No, I'll get one," Uncle Phil walked past me, toward the hallway. As he walked he muttered, "Last time I wear a white shirt while making food."

I giggled. Uncle Phil had been staying with me for the past three years. Work had been less busy, and I needed more training. I offered to go to the Academy, but Uncle Nick decided that because of my powers, it would be best if I trained away from other people.

Over the three years that Uncle Phil had lived with me, he had become a real father figure in my life. He had always been there for me. He was there for me when I broke my first bone, when I failed my first test, even when I got my first period.

"Hey, kid, eat your sandwich," Uncle Phil's voiced pulled me out of my thoughts.

"Oops yeah, kinda forgot about it," I laughed.

"I figured as much," he shook his head.

We had been eating for about five minutes before I spoke again, "Hey, Uncle Phil?"

"Yes?"

"Well, I was thinking. You've been I real father figure to me over the years. I mean, so has Uncle Nick, but you more so just because you've been here more. Ya know cause Uncle Nick's really busy. And you've taught me so much. Let's face it, you've practically raised-"

"Peg, you're dodging a question. If there's something you wanna ask, just ask."

"Ok, yeah," I took a deep breath and looked him directly in the eyes, "I was wondering if I could maybe, possibly call you dad? I mean, it's ok if you say no, I won't be upset."

"Of course you can call me dad, you can call me anything you want, as long as it's not inappropriate."

I ran around the counter and hugged him, "Thank you, thank you, thank you," I practically squealed.

A/N: Hello my lovelies!! Thank y'all so much for reading!! I'm going to upload at least one more chapter today because I have one more draft that I've been trying to edit since October!! I love y'all!! <3