Sometimes Walt comes home to find Pearl in the nursery just watching their daughters. And it never fails, every time he hugs her she’s shaking.
“What if they come for the girls next? They could come in through the balcony while we’re downstairs, take them both and we’d never see them again. Or what about the boys being all alone downstairs? They could disappear while we’re sleeping!”
“That won’t happen.” Walt promises. “We’ve already talked to your uncle Hunter, and even Niles’ girlfriend Monica. As long as we don’t invite them into the home they can’t enter, and the kids understand the importance of staying smart. They don’t talk to strangers and we have the whole town watching out for them. Heck, Camille lives right across the street!”
“You’re right.” She sighs. “But I just... I can’t help but worry.”
“I know.” He smiles. “You wouldn’t be you if you didn’t worry.”
He takes her outside onto the balcony, pulling her close as they watch the stars. Smiling to himself as he feels her slowly relax.
Stargazing always relaxes her, makes her realize they aren’t alone (well, at least not alone on the planet. The presence of aliens is still pending on wether or not Watcher gets a new computer for Seasons).
Pearl heads to bed but Daphine’s awake so Walt walks with her for a while, trying to lull her back to sleep. She’s a cutie pie, that’s for sure, and inherited his own mutation hair. His eyes too. Both of his daughter are perfect and although he was calm towards Pearl, he’s also worried about the Dracules targeting them. What would he do if anyone ever threatened his daughters? Could he put up any sort of fight? Probably not, and that hurts him.
With the twins his own age, Nicolas really has become less antisocial, but sometimes he needs his space to breathe. It’s hard for him to keep from accidentally reading minds, but Pearl says that’s a bad thing to do so he really has been trying to control it.
Sometimes the twins are cruel, whispering behind his back about his weird glowey skin and the fact that he drinks plasma from boxes during lunch. It hurts him, but if the positions were switched he’d probably be just as cruel as them. He’s a freak after all.
Pearl’s look changes more often than she brushes her hair. Today she changed both her hair and clothes.
She came to the graveyard to pay her respects to her parents, she didn’t expect to see a familiar face here doing the same.
“I didn’t know you were coming to visit.” She says with a smile, walking towards him.
He sighs, rubbing the back of his neck uncomfortably. “This wasn’t... planned. But still, I am glad to see you, young one.”
“I tried to contact you about his death.” She explains, referring to her father. “But I wasn’t sure how to. Father was always the one to call, and he never really explained it.”
“I heard your call, and your distress when you found him.” Neptune growls. “I apologize for not appearing when you needed me, but I saw your fight. Dorian did well in training you. It puts many of my fears to rest. You don’t need me.”
“Don’t be silly! Of course we need you, Grandpa. My daughter was born fae, and I’m sure she’ll be happy to meet you! I need you here, to keep us safe. Won’t you stay this time? At least for a while?”
His face falls, and for the first time in her memory, he calls her by her name. “Pearl I should not even be here now. I’m not the only old one on this earth, and the others... they cannot control me, but they do not approve. This war between yourself and the Dracules should have faded after your brother’s kidnapping. Instead I worsened it by helping him move his son to your care. The more I interfere, the worse things become.”
“What are you saying?” She asks, confused.
“If I ever return to this realm, and I’m not sure I will, I will be able to see you but you will not be able to see me. It is time I stop interfering in the affairs of mortals.”
She can feel the tears in her eyes. “Grandpa please... you can’t do this. Not now. We need you. I need you. Won’t you reconsider?”
All she gets in response is the sight of him leaving, unable to meet her gaze.
When she gets home she’s careful to keep from meeting Walt’s gaze, so he doesn’t notice her tears as she passes by him. “There you are love, how was your day?”
“Fine.” She smiles, fighting to keep her voice even. “Boring even. How are the kids?”
“All fine. The older ones are upstairs working on homework together, and Jade is refusing to take her bath. Can you grab her?”
She picks up her baby with a sad sigh, cradling the innocent little girl carefully. When she was young her father knew what she was, and thought she didn’t need any training. If he’d trained her early she might have been able to stop her brother from being taken. She won’t push Jade hard, but she’ll make sure the little girl can take care of herself.
Neptune’s abandoned them, but Pearl’s determined not to show any weakness. They don’t need him. They can take care of themselves.
Neptune is... he's not a coward. There are other things happening that his family doesn't know about, and I'm not sure if/when he will ever come back. Maybe once Supernatural comes out to explain the appearance of new kinds of fairies and werewolves/witches/friggin zombies/etc.
Gosh I love these kids.