Written In The Third Person.

A couple of months later.

"Ianita! Get down from there! You are going to hurt yourself!"

Jordan put on a stern expression, struggling not to laugh at the antics of the little girl he had become so fond of. She was standing on the edge of Jordan's fortress, a bit too close to the edge for Jordan's nerves to handle but part of him didn't want to spoil her fun. She giggled, shaking her head defiantly as her violet eyes gleamed with mischievous desires. Keeping one eye on Jordan, she dug through her little pockets in search of something – all the while Jordan was edging closer to her, aiming to grab her before she fell off. However, Jordan shouldn't have worried – the little girl pulled out an angel ring and began to hover in mid-air, her tongue stuck out as she concentrated on doing it correctly.

Reaching forward, he gently pulled Ianita back onto solid ground – giving her a kiss on the top of her head when she started pouting, she knew he wasn't mad at her merely worried for her safety. The setting sun caught his eye and he sighed, it was time to take Ianita back to Martha's as he always did. Jordan would've loved for her to make more use of the rooms he had built for her in the fortress but his time in Inertia had damaged his mind. It was easy to suppress the memories during the day when he had plenty to do but at night it all snuck back in under the cover of darkness – causing him to thrash and sob in his sleep, before waking covered in sweat and screaming bloody murder. It wasn't a good environment for a child to grow up in.

"Come on sweetie, time to go home to Martha."

Ianita folded her little arms, her face scrunching up in annoyance – she always hated this time of day yet she loved spending time with Martha. Jordan kneeled down, lifting her chin up with his hand and looked her in the eyes – a warm smile on his face. At first, Ianita continued to look away from him, refusing to give in but soon she looked him in the eyes and nodded, still not looking happy about it. Jordan carried her down the stairs, sitting her on her bed whilst he dug through the piles of stuff he had scattered around – looking for her little backpack. It contained all the stuff she needed for overnight visits and as much as she spent a lot of time at Martha's, Ianita called the tower home and it was there Jordan kept all her things. After finding the backpack, Jordan grabbed his own special backpack – a remake of the claw backpack that Tucker loved to use to drag unsuspecting people through the air.

Ianita squealed with happiness when she saw the claw backpack, she loved riding in it – it had been remade so that there was a seat with safety straps and harnesses to keep her safe. It was too late to start walking to Martha's; there would be monsters all over the path before they even got halfway there. She jumped straight into the seat, squirming and fidgeting as Jordan attached the various straps into their slots, giggling whenever Jordan paused what he was doing to tickle her – his heart warming at the sound of her laugh. Once she was securely strapped in, Jordan knelt next to her and handed her the angel ring she had been playing with earlier – a serious expression on his face.

"This is not a toy okay sweetie? I gave you this to learn how to fly like Auntie Sonja and I. As much as you are improving, I don't want you attempting to fly unless either myself, Sonja or Martha are around to catch you ok? If something bad ever happened to you, I don't know if I'd forgive myself."

Ianita's expression turned very solemn and serious, wisdom and understanding beyond a normal child of her age. She was born from a golden egg that Jordan had given to Ianite, but Ianite was constantly tiring and struggled to handle the little ball of energy that was Ianita – therefore she gave custody to Jordan and came around for tea and to play with her daughter once a week. It was nice, it meant he could talk to his goddess as a friend – she was starting to see him as Sparklez instead of Spark and she had started preparing various sleeping draughts to help deal with the nightmares he fought. Ianita reached up and touched Jordan's cheek with her little pudgy hand, nodding her head seriously and placing the angel ring gently onto her finger.

"I know daddy."

Jordan smiled at her before putting the claw backpack onto his own back, fastening the various buckles and grabbing some snacks for Ianita so she wouldn't get hungry during the flight over – she loved the pies Jordan made, so he always kept a few spare slices around for her to have as a treat. Climbing back onto the roof, Jordan stepped off with confidence – hovering for a moment before tilting his body slightly and flying in the direction of Martha's house. Ianita cheered and clapped her hands together, feeling the breeze flow through her hair and staring with awe at the stars as they rose in the sky. Soon, Martha's house came into sight and he tilted his body slightly downwards, allowing the two of them to float down gently onto the ground by Martha's front door – which was already open as she had seen them fly in. Jordan unstrapped a now sleeping Ianita and passed her over to Martha, gently smoothing her hair back and giving her a kiss on the cheek as Martha carried her upstairs and put her to bed.

"Are you... ok Jordan?"

Martha's calm voice pierced through the night's silence and Jordan turned to see concern dancing through her kind eyes when she looked at the man who had been through so much to save others. Martha moved forwards slightly, wrapping her arms around Jordan's shoulders and hugged him fiercely, a hug that Jordan wished would never end. Eyes welling up slightly and mind racing into the darkness he spent his days trying to avoid, Jordan tried to gain some form of composure over himself but to no avail. Hugs really were a great way to hide your face. As Martha let go, Jordan spoke quietly – as if a louder volume would cause everything to come rushing out and overwhelm him.

"I've been worse."

Martha sighed, knowing that Jordan was probably the most stubborn person in existence – barely anyone could get through to him anymore, the only people who really could were Ianita and Andor. Ianita was just a child, despite her maturity she deserved to have a childhood – not face the demons of her father. Andor had run away, a newly crafted set of angel wings from Jordan in one hand and his famous boomerang in the other – off to find himself, to make sense of the world and maybe to bring about some justice to others when he found none.

Sonja, Tucker, Wag and Tom had all attempted to initiate a conversation about what had happened in that prison but the only information they got was what happened to Andor – and all Andor would tell them was that Jordan's torture was psychological rather than physical. Mianite had attempted to converse with him but was quickly cut off by a cold glare and a sword to the throat – as much as Jordan couldn't kill him it was enough to send the god scurrying away from the 'psychopath'. Helgrind and Al were nowhere to be found, they had vanished off the face of Dagrun since the breakout from Inertia. So, it was Dianite's turn to try.

A couple hours later – in the spectre dimension.

Jordan glared at his ME system, annoyed at the flashing red lights that signalled he was out of memory space. That was the problem with having several quarries running at once to fuel his reactor, which in turn fuelled his ME system. Jordan fiddled with the system, dispensing the materials he needed to make new drives and fix his storage problem – a task he was used to having to do from time to time, out of everyone in Dagrun that wasn't a god or a demigod he had the most stuff. Setting up various machines and quarries gave him something to do during the nights, averaging about three hours sleep out of the ten hours he had to wait until he could go pick up Ianita again. He slotted in the final pieces and turned the power back on again, nodding with satisfaction as the lights all turned green, only to be interrupted by a familiar voice:

"Hey, boyo. I want to talk to you."

Jordan frowned, now Dianite wanted to talk to him? It seemed that everyone was trying to make him talk when he clearly didn't want to and unlike Mianite, Dianite didn't have a body to threaten with a sword.

"How did you get into my spectre dimension?"

"I'm a spectre and I'm a god. Get used to it. Now, I'm going to ask you a series of questions and you will answer me. Got it?"

Jordan glared around the room, not sure if he had met Dianite's eyes at any point but making his displeasure clear for all to see, before moving back to his ME system and sorting through his items.

"Who tormented you on Inertia?"

Silence from Jordan.

"What did they do to you?"

Continued silence filled only with Jordan's angry breathing.

"What do you remember?"

Jordan's hands clenched into fists, his knuckles white and his blood roaring with rage as he was unwillingly forced to relive the memories in his mind. Flickering images of battle scenes and dying friends, a sword in his chest and the echoing laugh of a demonic being all rang in his mind until the sound of Dianite asking questions was drowned out. Jordan fell to his knees, clutching his chest and struggling to breathe as panic set in – his vision blurring and his mind screaming with never ending darkness. He could hear someone screaming, he soon realised it was himself but that didn't matter at that point, all that mattered was escaping the demons.

Jordan pulled himself over to his ME system and typed in what he wanted with shaking hands, spelling it wrong several times before he got it. Ianite's strongest sleep elixir, guaranteed to put someone out for at least 12 hours straight. Jordan slugged it down, ignoring the shouts of Dianite – finding relief as the voices in his head were masked by the all-encompassing arms of sleep, hoping that tomorrow would be better. That everything would make sense and these faces he did not recognise, the memories he couldn't possibly have, the actions he had taken in another world – that all would be explained in time. He just had to survive long enough.

A/N

A semi cute semi sad chapter. Thought I'd give Jordan a bit of happiness in all the agony I've got planned out for him!

Anyways, hope you enjoyed that, please give it a vote and leave me a comment if you did!

Just so you all know, I have exams next Monday -> Thursday so the update will probably be on Friday!

Much love <3

Caitlin