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NightStalker x Lilytania

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Lilytania

Supernova
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Aug 28, 2010
Natalie Jones leaned against the window, watching the dark streets pass by. She was the only one on the bus at this time, besides the elderly driver. There had been others, but they had long since gotten off at their own stops. Natalie was on the long-distance trip, hopping buses all the way across America. It had been a long trip, but she was almost to her new home.

Why might a seventeen-year-old be taking such a long trip? She wasn't a runaway, no. This brunette was nowhere near runaway status. Her makeup-less face told stories of her months-long struggles as she looked around the empty, dimly lit bus. The driver had been silent the whole way, the old man perfectly content to just drive. Her parents were gone, forever. She couldn't get past that.

When the bus stopped, and the old man called out in a grisly voice, "This's your stop, ma'am," Natalie grabbed her backpack and her large suitcase, giving the man a handsome twenty-dollar tip. She had saved up a handful of money due to her old job. That job was gone now. Her old life was gone.

Natalie walked the short way to her uncle's neighborhood, and found the address she had been given via emails back and forth to her uncle. She walked up to the door and knocked, patiently waiting.
 
Ross had been silent for most of the time as the news of his brother and wife passing had been delivered then came the emails back and forth with his niece who he had not seen in years, at age 35 and with a good career along with respect in the community work for her if she wanted could easily be obtained. That was not why she was moving, it was so she had family, slightly distant for the last few years but still family. He ran three long thick fingers through his collar length brown hair as he glanced nervously at the large white clock on the wall, bus should be on schedule which would mean the unmistakable knock at the door soon enough, when it came he stood from his stool in the kitchen and walked casually out into the foyer area opening the solid wooden front door, blue eyes meeting hers. "Hello Natalie, come in " he said softly offering to take her bags.
 
Natalie looked up with her green eyes when the door opened in front of her. She smiled quietly, and let him take her bags. She slowly walked in, looking around the foyer. She hadn't seen her uncle in years, hadn't come to his house in years, either. She crossed her arms, looking to her uncle. She smiled gently. "How have you been, Ross?" she asked. She had never been one to call him uncle. She felt that it was rather strange.
 
Ross closed the door quietly behind her with a light elbow as he effortlessly carried her bags from the foyer area towards the small staircase, he had done well for himself over the years but without company for most of it; partly his own choosing and partly bad luck he mused to himself. "I've been great, so sorry that we meet again this way though. Give me a few minutes to take these up, the kitchen is through the door to the right, help yourself to anything you want."
 
Natalie shrugged indifferently, sighing. "That's alright," she said quietly. She looked down at the floor, then waited for him to go upstairs. Once he was gone, she walked toward the kitchen, looking around and remembering everything she'd done in this kitchen. She remembered when she had broken a plate. She remembered when she'd climbed on the counter to get to the cookies. Natalie shook her head, sighing and settling down on the stool while she waited.
 
Ross walked casually upstairs entered the room he had prepared for her, this time knowing it would be longer term as well as the fact she was older most of the items from her other visits had been moved to the large shed in the backyard. Not even able to part with them, memories came flooding back to him as he descended the stairs pausing briefly in the foyer before laughing softly as he entered the kitchen. Taking down the small bicsuit container her old favorites were inside as he he spoke. "Remember you trying to get these down and thank you even though I never said it for breaking that plate."
 
Natalie looked up when she heard Ross coming down the stairs. She smiled gently, gladly taking a cookie from the container, and chewing on the cookie she had grabbed. She nodded, loving the old memories. "No problem," she said. "I was five, and you entrusted me with a glass plate. What'd you expect?" she said playfully. A bit of her old playfulness glittered in her green eyes, which she had gotten from her mother. She looked down at the floor, sighing. She was glad it was summer break at the moment, so she would have the time to adjust to her new life before she moved on to her senior year in a new high school. "So what will we be doing?" she asked quietly.
 
Ross smiled, little did she realize that plate had been annoying him for years before it was broken. Something about it had unsettled his whole karma, with it gone he was free of some unseen burden as he smiled and made his way around various parts of the kitchen taking out some soda for her and making a coffee for himself. "I will be letting you adjust and if you want some part time work I can help you with that." he said as he indicated that she could take the container of biscuits and join him in the living room.
 
Natalie smiled, looking down at her lap. She remembered that her mother had gotten mad at her for it, while her uncle had been a bit glad. She finished off the cookie, then looked up at her uncle. She wasn't sure about getting a job quite yet, although she would need some more money to replace her wardrobe. She had sold quite a bit of her clothes so she wouldn't have to carry so much, and she certainly hadn't sold them at the price she had gotten them for. When her uncle motioned for her to follow, she grabbed the biscuit jar and got up, coming into the living room. She sat down on the couch and set the jar on the coffee table. She looked down at her lap again, the pain still evident in her eyes. She looked over at Ross after a moment. "So what have you been doing these past few years?"
 
Ross could tell the pain was still there as she sat down on the couch, smiling warmly and softly he moved to lightly place a hand around her shoulder as a comforting gesture, lips softly touching the corner of her forehead. "I have been working hard." He said softly. "How are your studies going?"
 
Natalie gave a small smile as Ross gently kissed her forehead and touched her shoulder. She always felt safer with family around, even if she hadn't seen him in years. She looked up at him after a moment, and shrugged. "Pretty good," she said. She was a good student, but her grades had dropped off in the fourth quarter after her parents died, when she was gone for days, seeing lawyers and child care agents, figuring out where her life would be headed. She looked back up at Ross. "Same old same old," she said with a weak smile.
 
Ross had always been a hard worker and knew that ultimately now she would do the same, it was part of the battle and grieving process along with seeing some people as an enemy; himself included in the last part he mused. "Well I will be here to help you with it all, just need to ask." He said softly.
 
Natalie sighed, using her feet to kick her shoes off, and pulled her knees up toward her chest. She almost felt like she had never been in this home before. It was entirely different to her. A new situation made a new place. She looked over at him, and shrugged. "Okay," she said quietly. She would eventually get to a job, but for now she just wanted to relax. "What do you do?" she asked, wanting to know what his job was.
 
Ross heard the sigh but felt a little better when she kicked off her shoes, her young body almost curling up on the couch near him as he smiled softly into her eyes. "Run my own accounting practice which means freelance work for the Government too." He said, "what career you aiming for" He added.
 
Natalie settled her chin on her knees, nodding for a moment. "That's good," she said quietly. When he asked her what she was going for, she had to pause. She hadn't put much thought into it. She shrugged. "I have no idea," she said quietly. She looked up at him. "None of my old plans seem to work anymore."
 
Ross smiled and took a few sips of his coffee before placing the cup down on the large coffee table in front of them. "You have plenty of time and I am sure the College professors can help as well as I although choosing just one path is not altogether good." He said softly.
 
Natalie shrugged again. She had no idea what to do. Her life seemed to have completely messed up when her parents had died. She sighed, staring at the coffee table. "I just have to figure out where I'll go for college. I'll probably do something in science," she said. She loved science, and was rather good at it, as well as at math.
 
Ross remembered a few of the late night chats that he had with her parents before they departed earth, it was not easy for them to say but her skills in school were exceptional. They were happy with her academic knowledge but fearful of other skills, those thoughts remained as he spoke. "College is good but socializing either there or away from it needs to happen too. I will promise you that your birthday soon will be the biggest you have ever experienced."
 
Natalie looked back down at her knees, her green eyes staring at a hole that was slowly forming in her jeans. She shrugged. She hadn't been all that social at her old school, just in her small group of friends. Now she had to reform her relationships at a new school, and in her senior year, too. She had the feeling that she'd be a social outcast. "What's so special about my birthday?" she asked. Her birthday was in a week. She hadn't really thought about it much. Her parents had always been the ones to plan everything.
 
Ross was trying to recall the words her mother had used to describe her, outcast she was not exactly and would not be that around here. He was certain she would fit in and so many other options with this college too from debating to even some trigonometry students tackling other colleges every now and then, they represented interaction even basic ones as he gave her a sly grin. "You will just have to wait and see my one and only special niece." He said.
 
Natalie sighed, shrugging idly. She hated waiting. She looked over at him, then reached over to the cookie jar and grabbed another treat. She chewed slowly, trying to think. "When do I need to register for the high school?" she asked. She figured she would already be falling under the late register category.
 
Ross smiled warmly back in her direction before gently squeezing her shoulder. "Stop panicking and worrying, already taken care of for the college. You just need to give yourself time to adjust a little."
 
Natalie gave a small smile and nodded. "Okay," she said. She looked over at her uncle and flopped against his shoulder. She didn't know what else to do. She was tired, and still trying to take in the fact that this was her new home. "Do you have to work outside of the house?" she asked.
 
Ross felt her body slump against his, the long road trip would have taken its toll on her body as he spoke. "No I don't need to leave the house unless you wish to explore the town a little and want a guide."
 
Natalie smiled slightly. "Good," she said. She shut her eyes and sighed. She didn't want to be alone, now that she was back with family. She'd lived for a month with various child protection agents in her town, since she was still under eighteen. She had hated every moment of it. "So what'll we do?" she asked, looking up at him.
 
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