Upon arriving at where Bret and Rikki'd set up a temporary headquarters due to the volume of cases that seemed interconnected, the first thing that Rob did was grab the nearest phone. He wanted to make a quick call back home to let his mother know he was gonna be staying in Philadelphia longer than he'd anticipated. She was watching his young son for him since he'd thought he'd make the couple-hour drive out East, then come back home once he'd done his psychic sweep. But on the way over here, he'd been told that this wasn't the only weird case lately, and they were still trying to figure out the big Mystery.
Hearing his mother's voice was more than a lil Grounding for him, considering that he wasn't actually Grounding himself right now. But hearing that of his young son, Zak, brought a smile to his face the likes of which few ever saw anymore, considering the things he dealt with on a daily basis. Knowing that his baby boy was protected in more ways than one was a relief, one that allowed him to focus a lot better and easier.
Richie almost wanted to ask what on Earth woulda prompted that kinda response from the older brunette, but there was another part that didn't. He almost felt like he'd be intruding a lil too much, if he asked what about a phone call coulda made him smile like that. Granted, he'd be the first to admit that this man'd a downright gorgeous smile–although not aloud since few knew he was actually gay. Intruding on someone else's Life in any way, shape, form, or fashion just wasn't his style, but that was where he got his first surprise about this guy.
"I don't mind talking about my son," he chuckled as they settled in the conference room of the Philadelphia PD's ninth district that the paranormal group'd taken over.
"Wait, you've a son?" the younger brunette asked, looking surprised.
"Well, I turned thirty last Year," Rob answered with a laugh. "Not that unusual for someone that age to have a kid that's anywhere from newborn to about three."
"I guess that's true enough," he agreed, nodding. "Definitely not quite as unusual as someone my age having a child that old already."
"Even that's not too unusual," the older brunette said. "I'm pretty sure the average age between generations is twenty to twenty-five."
"Mmm, good point," Richie mused. "I'm guessing ya worry about your son, especially when you're helping with cases like mine?"
"Definitely when I'm putting my psychic abilitiesta use." He nodded as Bret and Rikki Returned from getting coffee, Blues on their heels. "Mediumship runs in my family, and Zak's been showing signs of inheriting it ever since he was born–hell, even before then, just like I did."
"Holy fuck," the next-to-youngest brunette breathed.
"That being said, I know my mother can protect him in every way imaginable–but that still doesn't stop me from worrying when he's not in my sight," Rob concluded.
"It's completely Natural, man," Bret chuckled. "Hell, I'd be more worried aboutcha, if ya didn't worry about Zak like that, especially when he's not nearby."
"Seriously." The taller blonde nodded as he settled at the table with them. "We've all seen how hard a Time ya can have sometimes–well, Richie hasn't, but that's beside the point. The point's that if he's to deal with half of what you do, and without knowing how to protect himself–well, I can't say I wouldn't worry about him like that, if he were my son."
"I think we all worry about him, anywhore," Blues laughed. "But at the moment, we've more to worry about that I'm pretty sure isn't gonna go after Zak anytime soon, if ever."
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Ghosts of Philadelphia
FanfictionRob Dall was always considered both a freak and a gifted person - as was the rest of his family. After all, he embodied pretty much every type of Medium on the Planet, not just the psychic variety. His hometown fame really kicked off, though, after...