Aegis 3.0

[Scripted Away]

Mac smirked gently as he rested his head on the pillow and poked his nosetip against Misha's.
"That's because you aren't as big as me yet", he explained. "Your wings grow with the rest of your body. My grown up wings would be far roo heavy for your back. You'd fall over all the time, and couldn't fold them."
Smirking proudly, he stroked through Misha's soft baby feathers. "Your wings also still have their baby feathers. One day, they will fall out, and your adult feathers will grow. Then you can fly far more easily."

Rachel rolled her eyes at Jim's question.
"Of course you gotta go and save round top, idjit! It's a choice between my brother's wedding and your childhood home. And dozens of lives that have to be saved. Don't mind me or Sam, go, these people need you. And if you need my help there, please call me! I'll come immediately."
She planted a short kiss on his forehead and swatted his shoulder, still thinking about how damn hot Jim had just sounded.
Thankfully, Mysteria answered in a language she could understand, this time.
"Great to meet you, Jim. I'm Ava, alias Mysteria. Any plans on how to stop the hurricane?"

Levi just shrugged, smiling slightly. "That's what friends do, isn't it? They're there for eachother. Now come, take that sleeve off your nose."
He gently pulled Cole's arm away and looked at his nose for a moment. "Not broken. That's good. Man you can shams a lot, normally your nose should be shattered after that punch... here."
He handed him a clean tissue for his nose. "So... unicorn, hm?"

Lola sighed sadly, looking up into the man's eyes, her big, deep brown eyes filled with tears. "But...no, you must be kidding me...! The doc said everything was fine! The baby should be fine, and now you're telling me I had a Dearborn!"
Tears streaked down her cheeks while her hospital gown fluttered around her body from the wind up here on the cliff.
"What is there left to live for?! My boyfriend... He will leave...!"
"But Miss Walker-"
"No...no I can't- "
Lola noticed a movement outside the film set and grinned happily when she saw her manager mouthing 'Dylan is there'.
"Cut!", the director called completely annoyed, while Lola ran over the set and jumped into Dylan's arms.
"Didi!", she called happily, hugging him tightly. "Sorry, filming went longer than intended, I couldn't focus... I'm so excited to finally meet your family! Wait!"
She disappeared into a mobile dressing room and son came back in a new outfit.
"You think this is okay for the wedding?"

 

[Wyosch]

Misha looked up to his father with horror.
"My wings will fall off?!", he repeated, shaking his head. "I don't want that! I want to keep my wings! They're nice and fluffy!" He hugged his big teddy bear tightly, frowning sadly, as a couple of tears started rolling down his cheeks.
"Daddy I don't want to lose my wings!"

Jim ran his hand through his hair, sighing frustratedly.
"You can't stop a hurricane. Not even someone with weather-abilities could do so. It's like trying to stop a volcano from erupting by making someone with fire abilities try to do so. It's impossible.", replied, nervously biting his lip. "First thing's first - we gotta save the people. Texas hasn't had a hurricane this bad anymore since... longer than a decade. We know what to do with a Tornado, but a Hurricane is something completely different. And we have an even bigger problem."
He grabbed his phone and showed Rachel and Ava the satellite images of Texas and its neighboring states that Dennis had just send him.
"See that is the hurricane which has just hit Texas and is now on its way to Louisiana. It'll turn around and hit Texas again. But then we have problem nr. 2.", he mumbled, showing them another picture of the atlantic. "There's a second hurricane building up, making its way to Texas again. Weather forecasts say this one will be a F5. I doubt you're both familiar with the storm-strengths here in the US, as we in the North don't need those. An F0 is a light storm, with winds from 40-72 mph (64-116 km/h). It goes up to an F1, F2, F3 - and what we got in Texas now. An F4. Winds from 208-260 mph (333-419 km/h), devastating damage. An F5 is the top of the list, and the last one we had in the US was Hurricane Katrina in 2005. An F5 has winds from 261-318 mph (420-512 km/h), incredible damage. Hardly anyone can survive something like that. An F5 has a damage path width between 2 and 3 miles, rarely more."
He put his phone away, gulping nervously.
"I've seen an F5 before... destroying an entire city as if it had never been there, casualties over 3,000. And the one coming - is not an F5. It's worse."

Cole pressed the clean tissue against his nose, smiling thankfully.
"Thanks. And nah, I somehow can handle punches and everything quite well. Once fell out of a window of the second floor. Didn't break a thing."
He nodded as Levi mentioned the unicorn-thing.
"Yeah... though an unicorn is not what you have in mind. I'm not some pink horse with a horn."

Dylan grinned as Lola walked out in that breathtaking dress.
"Damn it, you're beautiful.", he replied, wrapping his arms around her waist. "I hope my family will behave a bit.", he winked, gently kissing her forehead. "I bet they'll love you. I mean, who wouldn't?"
He hadn't spend any time with his family anymore since he and Lola had come together. Not that he hadn't wanted to, he just hadn't really wanted to introduce Lola to Mike. That boy always had to say something hurtful and he didn't immediately wanted to scare his girlfriend away.
Hopefully Mike would behave a bit...
"Hey, I brought you some sandwiches. Hungry?"

 

[Scripted Away]

Mac bit his lip, starting to feel bad.
That surely wasn't what he had intended!
"No, No, you won't lose your wings!", he said quickly. "Your wings will lose their baby feathers. Then it takes two or three days for new feathers to grow, and when they're done, you will have feathers like mine, thicker, harder, stronger, longer... perfect for flying, you know?"
He gently pulled Misha closer to comfort him. "You will never lose your wings, my angel. Your feathers will just change...just like teeth do."

"I'm a witch", Ava explained frowning. "I can make unlikely things become likely and the other way round. I could try to make the hurricanes go into another direction, where they can't cause damage. It might fail- chaos magic outs like that- But it's worth giving it a shot, right?"

"In fact unicorns were beasts in the original lores, before Somme idjits came up with those stardust-pooping things", Levi explained. "That's how I always imagined unicorns. Wild animals, definitely able to cause harm, but at the same time do impressive no one could bring themselves to harm one."
He shrugged. "But what exactly are you then?"

Lola grinned happily as she nodded at his question and took his hand. "You know me, handsome, I'm always hungry."
"Lola, come over here and finish the scene!", the director yelled in annoyance, causing Lola to sigh.
"Sorry Martin, no time. I told you I'm on a wedding today, and that that's more important."
"Yeah, that boy's mother's wedding, great!", Martin yelled. "Lola! Ever since you met him the effort you put into your career-"
"Ever since I met him, I finally feel like my life is complete. What you gonna do?!", Lola yelled back. "I might marry him one day! What you gonna do?! Blow the wedding? Go fuck off."
"I might fire you!"
"Well, enjoy!!"
Scoffing, Lola turned her back to Martin to face Dylan. "I don't even know why I'm working with that ass", she grumbled, But smiled again as soon as she looked up into Dylan's eyes, her expression softening and lighting up immediately.
"Hey, and don't you worry that Mike is gonna scare me off. As long as you're with me, I'm fine. And now- let's have those sandwiches!!"

 

[Wyosch]

"Am I going to lose my teeth too?!", Misha gasped, shaking his head, more tears rolling down his cheeks. "I don't want to lose my teeth! And my fluffy feathers neither!", he curled up into his father's lap, still sobbing, pushing his head against his father's chest. "Daddy why do I have to lose my body parts?!"

Jim nodded, thinking. "It could work. But it's dangerous. And energy-absorbing. You'll only have enough power left for one of the hurricanes, not both.", he explained, crossing his arms while he started walking around in circles again. "If you make it turn around it might hit Africa or Europe. Or it might just slow down and become a heavy storm. It's impossible to foresee something like that."
He suddenly facepalmed, stopped and looked at Ava and Rachel again.
"We're only losing time here. We first gotta save the people. There are over 50 kids in Round Top's home for abused kids, and most are still under 10. They can't swim."
He gave Rachel a quick kiss, running his fingers through her soft hair.
"I'll be back in time. I love you."

Cole bit his lip, thinking about showing Levi or not. But Levi had just saved his life. He could be trusted.
"Well, honestly - I have no idea what I am. Or how you'd call that. Some sort of dragon thing?", he replied, shifting into a white dragon, just big enough to fit into the house.
"Tada."

Dylan frowned, looking at Lola with big eyes.
"Honey, I don't want you to throw away your career because of me. I got a feeling I'm having a bad influence on you... I mean, you're an actress at such a young age and I'm- I'm still in college studying tech, being the nerd and geek I am."
He sighed silently, tightening his grip around Lola's hand.
"I love you, but... I mean... don't you feel embarrassed if some fan would see you with someone like me?"
He grabbed his bag which he had quickly put on the floor and hung it around his shoulder.
"Eh... sandwiches. Wanna eat them at the park?"

 

[Scripted Away]

Mac groaned soundlessly. What had he gotten himself into here?!
"Misha, calm down, it's just a part of growing", he explained silently.
"Look, snakes shed their skin, birds shed their feathers, dogs shed their fur. It's perfect okay and normal, even necessary to do that. We are living mammals, and that means we change constantly. I am still changing, too. It's not scary. It's awesome. Believe me, my angel, I have spent years without changing at all, and it was bad..."

Rachel sighed soundlessly when ava teleported away as well.
"It's so silent...", Ava mumbled in a hushed tone. "The calm after the storm...before the storm. It's scary. Not even the wind is making a noise..."
She took off her jacket, revealing the scars of a tattoo that had been lasered away. Clearly an H.
"Okay, what's the plan?"

Lola frowned sadly as she cupped Dylan's face and looked deep into his eyes.
"Dylan how can you think of yourself like that?", she mumbled silently. "You might be geek and a nerd, but i love my geeky nerd. And if it's ever you or my career, I will always choose you. And you can't have any influence on me, I'm older."
She winked.
"No but seriously. Dylan you dumbass. I love you. And I actually wanted to ask you today if you'd like to come with me on a gala of a client. Gucci. They invited me, and i told them only come if i could bring my boyfriend- aka you. I'm everything else than embarrassed by you. I'm proud to call you my boyfriend, and if any of my fans wouldn't accept you- it's them I should be embarrassed of."

 

[Wyosch]

"Really?", Misha asked, wiping his tears off his face and looking up at his father with big eyes.
"So it is necessary for me to lose things? Does everyone change?", he asked, climbing onto his dad's lap and cuddling against him. "Do you lose your feathers too?"

Jim quickly glanced over at Ava's faint tattoo, a strange feeling growing inside him. The H.
HACK.
Could he trust her?
What if she was just a spy?
He shook his head to get rid of these thoughts. It was first of all important to save the villagers.
"I don't believe it's the calm after - before the storm. We're in the eye.", he mumbled, frowning as he heard some muffled screams in the distance.
Jim and Ava had teleported onto the mountain, knowing that Round Top was probably flooded.
And as he turned towards its direction, an empty gaze filled his eyes.
Water.
Only water.
Some trunks swimming around.
Some animals.
Bodies.
"Oh my god-", he mumbled, not really able to believe that his childhood village was under all that water.
>>Why always water?<<
He gulped, took a deep breath, and turned back to Ava.
"The plan? Save the people who are still alive. You comb out the streets, I'll make my way to a children's home. When you find survivors, bring them back here to the mountain. And when the water starts pulling back - get the hell out of here. If that happens, get as soon as possible back to the mountain and teleport you and the people there somewhere safe, doesn't matter where, as long as they're safe from the hurricane, ok? And don't wait for me - I know the village and I'm kinda immortal so I'll be fine. Got it?"

Dylan smiled softly, looking deep into Lola's eyes before he kissed her.
"If you say so, it must be true.", he replied, running his fingers through her hair. "So another gala? Gucci? I don't even know what that is."

 

[Scripted Away]

Mac nodded, smiling calmly. "Yes, I shed my feathers every six months, too. Then my old feathers fall out, one by one, and new ones grow. It's called molting. Birds do that, too."
Smiling softly, he kissed Noah's forehead and gently ruffled his hair.
"When that happens it just means that you're slowly become a big boy." Sighing silently, he got up, straightened his jacket and held his hands out to Misha. Feels like yesterday that you were a tiny little baby..."

Ava nodded at Jim and immediately just jumped into the water and swam. Thanks to her ability to change one element to another, the water around her simply turned into oxygen as she made her way from corpse to corpse to revive them.
Jim would be baffled!
After she had collected about 47 people around her, the water around them just continuously turning into oxygen, she looked at all of them.
"I know you have a lot of questions, and you are scared. Listen, I will bring you all on the mountain now, where we will wait for my king to come back with the children from the children's home. I need you st-"
"Witch!", someone shouted in fear, and Ava rolled her eyes. "Yes, but I'm not that Salem kind of Witch, so shut up and listen."
She heard the people slowly starting ro mumble and gossip and sighed. She'd just teleport them all.
Arriving at the mountain, she set up a portal. "If anything happens, we will all go through that portal into safety."
Then she just nervously looked around, trying to spot the devil.

"Clothes, handbags, that stuff", Lola explained with a faint smile. "I modelled for them a couple of weeks ago and now they invited me to come... because I'm awesome."
She winked.
"And now, you dummy, I ordered something for you."
Out of her bag, she got a white shirt, apparently with two autographs.
"I met Gary oldman, who was playing poker with the ghost of heath ledger, and, knowing my favorite film buff, I asked them for an autograph for you. Heath wrote 'why so Sirius? ~ Heath' and Gary went all 'you must be joking me ~ Gary'"

 

[Wyosch]

Misha stood up and jumped into his father's arms, cuddling against his chest.
"But I am still a little boy.", he mumbled, grinning widely as he spread his tiny wings. "Daddy? Since when do uncle Jim and aunt Rachel have dogs? I heard some barking tonight. But two different ones."

As soon as Ava had jumped into the water, Jim had done so too and had been swimming towards the children's home.
Just pushing his fear away.
Once he had arrived at the damaged house, he felt his heart begin to sink. A huge tree had cut it in half, bricks had fallen off, holes in the walls - yet no way out for the ones inside.
"Anyone in there!?", he yelled, grabbing some bricks out of his way to try and get in there.
Muffled screams.
"Hold on! I'm on my way!"
With a lightning-filled punch against one wall, he'd made a hole big enough to swim through.
Toys were floating on the water. Children's books.
This was supposed to be the step to a new beginning, and now it was one broken dream for those kids.
"Hey! Where are you!?"
"We are here! Help us!"
Jim turned towards a half broken down wall, just steadying the ceiling enough so it wouldn't collapse.
He climbed over a closet that was blocking the way, and sighed relieved as he saw about two dozen children trying to keep their heads above water.
Now how should he do this?
No raising arms.
Traumatized kids.
How on earth was he supposed to get them out of here?
"Hey... hey I'm here to save all y'all okay?", he mumbled, his English back to the Southern Slang. "I'mma teleport you to the big ol' mount'n where a nice lady will help y'all, 'kay?"
The kids were terrified. Holding on to the oldest ones to keep themselves from drowning.
"I know y'all are scared but y' can trust me."
"I'm scared!"
"I know, kiddo. Don't worry, I'll get y'all out of here safely, 'kay? Now, one of you, swim towards me - carefully."
One of the very youngest was pushed towards Jim, and he just grabbed him in time before he went down under.
"Good good, I'll get you to the mountain now? Ok?", as soon as the little kid nodded, Jim teleported him to the mountain, and went on to help the others.
Kid after kid was send to the mountain, until only two were left.
"C'mon, you're the last ones. I'll get you into safety."
"Not without Mammam!"
"Mammam?"
"Mammam!", the little kid replied, and the slightly older one tightened his grip around the bar he was holding onto.
"Mammam is the woman who cares for us. She's still somewhere here. She went to save her dog but then one part of the house collapsed."
Jim listened carefully, nodding.
"I'll get you mammam, but I first have to get you two into safety."
Movement.
He looked down at the water he was swimming in, his eyes widening in horror.
The water was moving back.
The tornado's eye was moving.
They'd hit the wall.
"Kids, kids, calm down. Take my hand! I'll get you into safety! 'Kay? C'mon!"
The eldest kid let go of the bar and pushed himself and the toddler towards Jim, who grabbed them and immediately teleported them to the mountain, having them tell Ava to get out of this place as fast as possible and to the hospital in Montana, while he went to search for Mammam.

Dylan's eyes widened as Lola showed him the shirt, and hugged her tightly - without hurting the shirt of course.
"Oh my god! HOW?! That's so cool! Oh my god thank you!", he grinned happily, feeling like a child who had just went to Disneyland for the first time, and kissed Lola deeply.
"You're amazing. Thank you so much. I absolutely LOVE it!"

 

[Scripted Away]

Mac Smiled softly as he ruffled Misha's hair with his noise tip.
"Yeah, you're still my little angel", he said smirking. When he mentioned the dogs, Mac lifted his shoulders. "Uncle Jim saved a dog from bad people, and they adopted another dog to help William, because he's blind. The dog can help him move around in the city and so on. Warn him from traffic lights, open doors..."

As soon as the last kids had been teleported to Ava, she made all the kids hold hands and step through the portal with her together, so no one would be left behind.
"Quick, help them", she told the next nurse she could find. "We just saved them from a broken children's home in the storm in round top. They're cold, traumatized...we'll come check up on them in a few minutes!"
As soon as she was certain that the kids would be cared for, she teleported right back to Jim.
"Alright, the kids and people are safe, majesty. Who are you seeking for?"

Lola grinned happily and kissed Dylan back, gently pulling him closer. "I'm glad you like it. Now, we have to hurry! You still need a suit and we still have to drive back to the city and-"
She slightly shook her head, smiling softly. "I almost forgot-... how was university today, honey?"

 

[Wyosch]

"Oh yes, I remember aunt Rachel telling me he was blind.", Misha replied, frowning sadly. "But isn't that unfair? Why do some people get so see while others don't get to see anything?", he asked, gently tucking his teddy bear in before he flew up onto Macon's shoulders. "Your hair is really soft.", he mumbled, happily running his little fingers through it. "But mine is softer."

Jim flinched as Ava suddenly teleported right next to him, having thought it was another piece of the ceiling crumbling down onto him.
"The old lady who takes care of them while they're being rehabilitated here- and, it's just Jim.", he replied, raising an eyebrow as she called him 'Majesty'.
>>What the fuck?<<
"The kids said she'd run off to save her dog. She's an eighty-year-old lady, I doubt she-"
A noise.
The barking of a young dog.
As soon as Jim'd heard it, he had made his wolf ears appear on his head so he'd be able to hear better.
"Ma'am?!"
Another bark.
"It's coming from the second floor."
He didn't wait for Ava to react, but just immediately swam towards the half broken down stairs, trying to make his way upstairs - without the building collapsing.
"Ma'am?"
"Jimmy, is that you?"
"Ma'am!"
Under a pile of bricks and other things the storm had brought, the old lady was smiling weakly, her young dog sitting on top of the floating closet, watching over his bleeding mom.
"I knew I'd recognized that voice of yours.", she mumbled, stretching out her arms to him as he tried to get closer.
"No time for that now. I gotta get you out of here without hurting you more."
"No, the kids- save the kids!"
"All taken care of. They're now in Montana's city hospital. I'll check up on them when we got you into safety."
"You're an angel."
"The devil, actually, but that's another story. Come on."
Jim wrapped 'Mammam's arm around his shoulders, bending down so she'd be able to steady herself onto him while he'd lead her out of all the pile.
"C'mon, doggie. Let's get you out of here too."
He made a whistling sound, the puppy immediately jumping onto his back.
"Ava, I got her! Let's get out of here!"

Dylan nodded, chuckling silently.
"Don't worry. We still have plenty of time. I already picked up my suit on my way here.", he replied, winking. "Oh and university was alright. Classes were fun, but urgh- I don't know how long I'll still be able to forcefully spend my time with all those people there. My my, they are just... awful."

 

[Scripted Away]

"William does kind of see", Mac explained thoughtfully. "But he sees differently than we do. It's just a part of life. Sadly, things aren't always fair. The best thing we can do is do as good as we can, and help those who have to go through unfair things."
Chuckling, he ruffled Misha's hair back.
"And we have exactly the same hair color! And the same eyes."

Ava raised her eyebrow at Jim when he told her 'just jim'. "I am a witch, therefore I am one of the dark beings, standing under your regime. I can sense you are the devil."
However when he disappeared upstairs and just some time later shouted to disappear, she teleported right in front of the hospital, waiting for jim.

Lola chuckled softly, kissing Dylan's cheek.
"You do know that when the press sees us together, the entire world will know about it within two hours and the people at university won't let you alone anymore? As soon as they know I'm your girlfriend...you will be in the focus as well...''

 

[Wyosch]

"But how do you see without eyes?", Misha asked, grinning as his father ruffled his hair too. "I am like a copy of you!", he replied, giggling - his eyes widening as he smelled the amazing scent that came out of the kitchen.
"Is mommy cooking breakfast?"

Jim teleported in front of the hospital as well, his clothes and body entirely soaked, rushing in with the old woman under his arm.
"Medic! Here now!"
While doctors and nurses took care of 'Mammam' and brought her to an operation room, the puppy following them, Jim slid down a wall, finally realizing that he had jumped into water, swam in it, rescued people in it- water.
"Okay okay, deep breaths. It's just water."
He quickly got up again and made his way outside to Ava.
"Thanks for helping, you did a great job.", he replied, smiling softly. "And even though I'm the devil which makes me the 'master' of every 'evil' being, don't call me Majesty or King or Lord or whatever, just Jim please."
He turned around to the hospital again, running his hand through his wet hair. A good thing he had changed into a plain white shirt and some jeans before jumping into the water - his suit would've been ruined.
"I'll go check up on the kids. I don't think it's a good idea to let them interact with many strangers now. I'll try to calm them a bit. What you're gonna do now is all up to you. You can check up on some of the people you saved, or go do something for yourself. You earned it. I'll text Rachel to let her know that we and the entire village is safe and sound."

Dylan lifted his shoulders, smirking softly.
"I know what I got into when I fell for you. I don't mind, as long as I'll get to stay with you.", he replied, winking. "And hey, if all those people at school start annoying me I'll just start talking about my interests, that'll bore them fast enough."

 

[Scripted Away]

"By feeling the energy in everything around", Mac said grinning, wiggling his eyebrows. "Uncle Rey invented it to be able to see in the dark. She's a master in it."
When he smelled the food, he smirked happily and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. "Mmmmmhhhhh....", he hummed. "Let's check it out!"

Ava nodded, and slowly, hesitantly, went into the hospital. "You know...i don't even know why but it terrifies me...to meet these people now..."
She sighed.
"But I gotta know if they're all fine..."
She went in, and it didn't take long until she came back out, shaking her head. "So much suffering again...", she muttered, teleporting away, while a young girl with wild curls and freckles everywhere carefully made her way over to Jim, still in her wet clothes, but with a huge towel wrapped around her and her left arm in a thick, light blue cast.
"Are you Mr.Davis?", she asked, squinting up at him with her amberish-green eyes because the sun was blinding her while looking up at her savior.

Lola chuckled softly, swatting his shoulder.
"C'mon now, let's go home. I quickly wanna change into something comfy and then cuddle my boyfriend on the couch until it's time to go to the wedding."

 

[Wyosch]

*aunt Rey xD

Misha nodded curiously, tilting his head. "But aunt Rachel has eyes? Why would she need to do that then?"
As his father suggested going to the kitchen, he nodded happily.
"I am hungry! I hope they made pancakes!"

Jim frowned confused as Ava teleported away, but smiled again as the little girl approached.
Heeling down in front of her, so she wouldn't have to look up at him too much, he nodded.
"Yeah, but you can just call me Jim. Are you ok?"

Dylan grinned happily, nodding.
"Hell yeah! And then we'll eat the sandwiches I made for you. They're your favorites.", he replied, gently kissing her cheek. "I love you."

 

[Scripted Away]

Hahaha omg what kind of idjit am I!? XD))

Mac bit his lip for a moment. He didn't particularly like the topic, but back when Noah was born, he had sworn to himself that he would never deny his kids an answer on their questions or help with their problems...
"Aunt Rey had a little brother", he explained with a sad smile. "He was blind, too, just like her granduncle. Seems to be a family-thing. She came up with it for Jamie back then, to help him."
He had made hus way into the kitchen by now, and grinned proudly as he saw Noah trying the pancakes. "Look at that, my big boy, my beautiful queen, my princess and my little angel...", he sighed happily to himself. "What a life...what a life..."

Smiling faintly, the young girl, maybe 12 or 13 years old, held up her cast. "Well I'm glad they didn't put my arm into a pink cast", she said, her smile turning into a cheeky smirk. "I'm Robyn."
The next second, she gently went to hug Jim.
Her chin resting on his shoulder, her thin arms resting around his neck as light as a feather, she sighed calmly. "Thank you for saving us all..."

"I love you too", Lola chuckled happily while she already gently pulled Dylan along to her car; a beautiful, dull black Maserati GranTurismo.
"Would you like to meet my dad sometime, too?", she asked with a soft smile. "He's the only family I have, and he's living in Norway, but hey, a little holiday for the two of us-... just saying."
She winked, running her index finger over his chest for a second.

 

[Wyosch]

"And where is uncle Jamie now?", Misha asked, grinning as he saw his brother making pancakes. "I wanna help too!"
He flew out of his father's arms - though it was more like a jump - and landed on the chair his brother was standing on. Standing up on his tiptoes to reach the counter, he giggled happily.
"I want to help too!"
Hunter walked over to Macon, wrapping her arms around his waist and resting her head on his shoulder.
"Perfect, aren't they?"

Jim carefully put one hand on the girl's back to hug her back, his other on the floor to steady himself so he wouldn't fall over.
"Nice to meet you, Robyn. And you don't need to thank me. It's what everyone would've done."
He got up again and held out his hand, turning to the hospital's entrance.
"C'mon, let's check up on your friends."

Dylan nodded, smirking softly.
"Honey, I'd absolutely love to. Gotta meet my future father-in-law, hm?", he winked, blushing, and just got into the car.
He was still terrified of cars, and driving in them - but he had to face his fears. He couldn't always stay afraid of cars. C'mon, who on earth was afraid of cars? Only weirdos.
Ok, Dylan was weird. But in a good way.

 

[Scripted Away]

Mac smiled softly, nodding at Hunter as he watched Noah, who wrapped one arm around Misha's shoulders and showed him how to turn the pancakes around so they would get baked from both sides.
"Look, you just take the pan...flick upwards...oh oh..."
He looked up at the ceiling, where the pancake was sticking, until it fell down and right into his face.
Breaking down in laughter, he turned to his little brother. "And that's how it doesn't work!"

Robyn shook her head as she took Jim's hand.
"No, the people who ran by didn't. They were scared for their own life more than ours."
After entering the hospital, a group of other home kids immediately went to her, the youngest clinging to her arm, legs and shirt, while the others looked at her with big eyes.
Being one of the older kids, and by far the most badass, she had become kind of a guidance for the others.
"We will be fine", she said with a certain smile, but a sorrowful glance in her eyes. "Guys, this is Jim."

Lola chuckled softly, nodding.
"That's great, he's been annoying me with wanting to meet my future husband for weeks already", she said winking.
"He asked if we'd prefer to visit him in our house in Norway, in Italy or in Arizona?"

 

[Wyosch]

While Misha laughed out loud as well, trying to eat the pancake off of Noah's face, Heather just looked at them in annoyance.
"Psssht - be quiet!", she mumbled grumpily, crossing her arms as Hunter walked up to her and heeled down in front of her.
"Is something, honey?"
"No."
"Are you sure, sweetie?"
"I just don't like it!"
"Like what?"
"The person following me!"
Hunter turned to Macon and then back to her daughter with big eyes.
"A person following you?"
"Yeah! Even when I go to the toilet!"
"Who is-"
Heather pointed at her shadow, frowning angrily.
"He won't leave me alone!"
"...honey, that's your shadow."
"So?"
"That's you, but more like a reflection. Like in a mirror."
"Really?"
"Yes, sweetie."
"Oh. Well then he can stay."

Jim frowned sadly as he saw all of those kids. So young. And yet already so scarred.
He heeled down, making himself smaller and thus not as dangerous anymore, smiling softly.
"Hey there. I'm Jim, but if it makes you feel more comfortable just call me Jimmy.", he mumbled silently, his voice gentle and trusting. Even though being called Jimmy made shivers run down his back as Jeffreys always used to call him like that before a punch landed, for the sake of these kids he would endure the pain. He knew kids liked to call people differently, especially with names where an '-y' ending was possible.
His hands rested on his knees, he didn't look into any of the kids' eyes unless they would initiate. He didn't want to remind them of their traumas.
"Are all of you okay? Not too severely hurt?"

Dylan raised an eyebrow, lifting his shoulders.
"I have never been to any of those places, so I don't mind. Whatever's easier for you father.", he replied, smiling happily at her. "You know - you're the only one I feel safe around in a car."

 

[Scripted Away]

Mac raised one eyebrow at Heather's anger over her own shadow.
Was it just him or did she already so7nd like a teenage Girl? Maybe he was just being paranoid because of what had happened to Noah years ago.
That still gave him nightmares.
"Heather, what dress would you like to wear on uncle Sam's wedding?", Mac asked, to distract himself.

The room was dipped in utter silence. Not even the sound of movement, or someone breathing. It was as if they had all frozen on the spot.
"Where will we go now?", Robyn sighed silently, shaking her head. "Our home is broken...round too is in ruins. Who knows how long mammam will have to stay in hospital? What shall we do now?"

Lola grinned happily.
"Well then I'd suggest Italy! It's beautiful, and warm, and there's so much to see and do! Dad works in the 'falconeria De locarno' during fall and winter, so we could go there if you like birds of prey. We could make a your over the islands, especially the isola Bella and isola Dr brissago are beautiful! And we have to go to the seven lounge in lugano, and the market in Morcote! There's ao much to show you!"
After parking in the driveway, she quickly changed into her favorite comfy outfit before she went back to Dylan. "I bet dad will love you. Ever since i became famous, he kept telling me 'Lola, den rette er ikke den du kan leve med. Det er det du ikke kan leve uten'. Means that the right one isn't the one I can live with, but the one i can't live without."
Smiling softly, she wrapped her arms around Dylan's waist. "Dad will be happy i found that one."

 

[Wyosch]

Heather looked up at her dad, tilting her head.
"I don't know.", she replied, shifting into the white foal and trotting over to her father.
"Let's go! You need to help me pick one out! And then we will finally eat."

Jim sighed sadly, thinking hard for a moment. Really hard.
"I might have an idea, kiddos.", he replied, smiling softly as he gently fixed a little boy's shirt, making sure not to touch him too much.
"Let me quickly make a call, 'kay? And don't worry, I won't leave y'all hangin'. As long as Mammam is in the hospital, I'll make sure you're all under a roof and taken care of.", he explained, making his phone appear into his hand. A good thing he didn't have it with him while he saved the kids, else it'd be useless now.
He dialed Rex's number, now sitting down on the floor, he looked around at the kids again with a sad smile.
So young.
So fragile.
"Rex? I need your help. No, don't come over. You have quite some space on your ranch, right? And horses too. Can I ask you for quite the big favor?"

Dylan wrapped his arms around his beautiful girlfriend as well, resting his chin on her head.
"That sounds like you already have it all mapped out.", he replied, chuckling. "I can't wait to finally meet him. He sounds like a great man. Well he's got to be if you're his daughter.", he gently kissed her, sighing happily.
"I can't live without you anymore. I can't, no I don't want to, imagine a life without you anymore. I love you."

 

[Scripted Away]

Mac kept his eyebrow raised suspiciously, but just followed Heather with an odd gut feeling.
But for God's sake, he couldn't figure what was confusing and throwing him off so much. He just knew that something didn't feel right.
"Aye Aye, ma'am, I'll help you", he said, with a perfect fake smile on his face.

"Jim...", Rex mumbled into the phone, his voice agonizingly hollow and dead.
"...my ranch was in red as, only a few miles outside round top. There's... there's nothing left. The houses, broken down. The horses, dead or disappeared...my workers...buried under the rubble...Tahatan was amongst them... I'm sorry. But my ranch is gone, together with everything it held."
Meanwhile, Robyn was busy biting her fingernails until they were bleeding. She had never gotten rid of that nervous tick, and right now it was getting especially bad.

Lola smiled happily as she cuddled her forehead into his neck and just enjoyed her boyfriend's closeness for a while.
It hadn't been that long since they had come together, but she just felt so safe, So at peace with him.
"Hey, you know what?", she whispered with a slight blush on her face, that luckily was very well hidden by her dark skin.
"To be honest I didn't want any relationship ever again, because my ex had been such an ass. And then I stood there at the bus stop on that rainy day, everyone was grumpy because of the weather, even though they all had umbrellas, and then there were you- just a t-shirt, soaked to the bones, hair plastered into your face, but grinning widely at the rain."
She smiled softly.
"That's what i love about you. You make even the rainiest day sunny, with just your presence."

 

[Wyosch]

As Heather reached her room, she immediately shifted back into her human form, grinning widely at her father.
"Daddy? Can you make me look like a princess? But not too much because else everybody will look at me and not at the bride!", she giggled, hugging one of her many horse teddies.
"Oh and daddy...?", she looked at him with big eyes, a soft smile on her face. "Can I have some pet fish?"

"Oh my god... I'm so sorry...", Jim replied, a sad frown on his face, gently grabbing Robyn's hand to make her stop biting her nails.
"We'll talk later, 'kay? I gotta take care of the kids. See ya, Rex."
He hung up, rubbing his temples with his free hand, thinking.
Where else could 70 traumatized children stay while they rehabilitate?
"Thomas.", he mumbled to himself, immediately calling another number.
"Connect me to the Pentagon. General Jim Dean Davis, Phoenix Leader, Echo - 666704. Request to talk to Lieutenant Lennox."
He waited a few seconds before he was connected to the man he urgently needed to talk to.
"Thomas.
...
Yes, nice to hear from you too. Listen, I don't want to disturb your important work at the Pentagon, so I'll drop the bomb: I need a favor. A big one.
...
Doesn't your son use to have this big summer camp somewhere in Washington?
...
Well, he did have some problems with the police, didn't he?
...
Let's make a deal. I'll get your kid out of jail and in return you grant me the access to the camp where I can harbour 70 kids 'till I find a new place for them.
...
Always good talkin' to ya."
He hung up, a smirk on his face as he turned to the kids again.
"I got a place for you kids to stay. In the state Washington, which lies next to Montana, a friend of mine has a really big summer camp - two huge houses where all of you will share one room with a friend of yours, there's a lake and if I'm correct there should even be some ponies. Sounds good?"

Dylan smiled happily at what Lola said, kissing her forehead.
"There's so many bad things in the world, and everybody seems to focus on those instead of the good things we already have.", he replied, gently running his fingers down her back.
"I didn't want a relationship after my ex had left me when times got hard. I believed everybody was like that, and I didn't want to be left by people who stayed when it was sunny but went when it started raining.
And then I met you.
I immediately knew you were a fighter, not someone who gave up when the road got a little more difficult than used to.
And then I really met you, and I fell hard. Literally. I fell on the floor after running after you."

 

[Scripted Away]

"Hmmm, let's see...", Mac mumbled, the knuckle of his index finger tapping against his lips as he was thinking about what dress to create for Heather.
"Oh, I have an idea!", he said grinning, and, out of a cloud of mist, made a super cute dress appear.
"What about this?"
At her question about pet fish, he pursed his lips for a moment, thinking.
"...well, I don't see a problem there. But ask mommy, too."

Robyn nodded slowly at what Jim told her, and immediately walked around to count the other kids.
"Okay, guys, please listen for a second!", she called with a sad smile.
"Jim here has a place where we can stay. Everyone who's older than seven please shares a room with a younger kid. Siblings excepted, they get a room together, if at least one of them is under seven. Please make pairs now, and I'll take care of the rest."
While the other kids were doing exactly what Robyn had told them, the young girl turned fo him again.
"Okay, and who will help me take care of them? I can care for a drunk and a high adult, and a little baby, but 70 kids at once-..."

Lola chuckled softly as she kissed Dylan's chin and ruffled his hair.
"Whatever comes our way- we're a team. And nothing will ever change that."
Smirking slightly, she raised one eyebrow.
"And when life gives us a rainy day, well just put on funny rain coats and jump through the puddles!"

 

[Wyosch]

Heather's eyes widened at the sight of the dress, letting out a happy squeeling sound.
"It's so pretty!", she replied, hugging her father to thank him. "Will Noah and Misha look like princesses too today?"
As her dad said she should ask her mother, she giggled.
"Mommy told me I should ask you!"

Jim heeled down in front of Robyn, one hand on her fragile shoulder, smirking softly.
"You don't need to take care of nobody, Robyn. I don't want you to grow up far too soon. You're only 13. Enjoy life. I know some really nice people who have experience with children and working on traumas, and I'll look after y'all too, 'kay?"
He winked, standing up again.
"You got nothing to worry about. I'm here and even though you don't know me, believe me when I say I'll protect y'all, even when my life would be at stake."

"And we sing! Siiiiinging in the rain!.", Dylan replied, laughing. "Jasmine would be so proud of you.", he mumbled, peacefully closing his eyes as he hugged Lola a tad tighter. "I love you."

 

[Scripted Away]

"No, but we will look super cool too!", Noah said with a proud grin as he entered Heather's room in his new suit.
"Heeey, looking great, big boy!", Mac said with a smirk. "Noah, would you help your sister get ready? I quickly wanna talk to mommy."
"Sure, no problem, daddy."
While Mac went into the kitchen to talk to Hunter about the fish, Noah smiled at Heather. "Okay, princess Heather, your fellow servant Sir Noah is ready to help you."

"You proved that", Robyn said with a soft smile, but then sighed silently.
"I don't know...i just don't feel good letting anyone we don't know in. They...they could hurt us. They could come in at night and throw us out to go buy drugs for them, or...or stub out their cigarettes on our arms or throw us against the walls because they are drunk again-"
She not her lip, tears gathering in her eyes. "And still we couldn't help but love them...and then one of them does and the one starts drinking even more, and tell us it's our fault that they live so badly and that they want to throw us into a well or load us off at a highway for anyone to take us away..."

"She would be just as proud of you", Lola whispered to Dylan's war with a soft smile.
Her eyes widened slightly.
"Hey, honey...what do you think about visiting Jasmine's grave? Put some flowers on her grave, clean up a bit...when has been the last time since someone has been there?"