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"I can't believe you don't know how to tie a tie," I mumbled as my fingers moved to sort out the mess that Cole had made out of his outfit.

            "I'm a man of many talents, Buckley, but anything that has to do with being fancy is not on that list. Besides, how do you even know how to do it?"

            "My dad made me learn," I stated, patting his chest once I was done. "You know, for the job interviews that he failed. He couldn't bother with learning, so he made me do it."

            Cole hummed in response and, unlike the first day we met, he didn't badger me for more details. I didn't like talking about my past family life, especially if it included my father, and I was happy he was respecting that.

            When I began smoothing out the wrinkles of his dress shirt, he swatted my hand away. "You need to get ready and stop worrying about me."

            Among various workout clothes, Jack and his division provided us with fancy outfits fit for our lunch with the president. Sophia had called us all awake early this morning to get ready and while I was able to do something with my hair and opted for some chap stick because I didn't wear makeup. We were due to be downstairs in a fifteen minutes and I had yet to put on the dress they supplied me.

            I grabbed it off the hanger and locked myself in the bathroom. In response to that, Cole yelled at me, saying that I didn't have to go in there to change because there's 'more space in the main room.' Of course, I ignored him and quickly pulled on the long dark purple dress and some shoes. They just had to pick a color that went with my element, didn't they? Thinking back to Cole's outfit, he had a red tie, so obviously they were going with that theme.

            When I walked out of the bathroom, I saw Cole visibly look me up and down, an admirable smile rising to his lips. Just as he was about to say something, I beat him to it.

            "I don't want to hear it," I mumbled, wrapping my arms around my body. "I'm not a fan of dresses, okay?"

            "Well, I am," He grinned and wrapped an arm around my waist. "Ready to go, my beautiful Queen?"

            "Oh, Queen, is it?" I grinned. "I've really stepped it up from Princess."

            "You've only improved since you got here," he joked, opening the door for me. "However, you still have that drooling problem while you sleep--"

            "Hey!" I objected, sneaking my fingers up to my mouth to make sure that I had cleaned up properly. He laughed when he saw my brief moment of panic and flicked my nose.

            "It's still cute. You talk when you're asleep too. It's pretty funny."

            My eyebrows crinkled together because never have I been told this. "What did I say?"

            "Oh, nothing," he brushed off. We were given instructions to head down to the lobby so we climbed into the elevator, pushing the button for the main floor as the doors closed. "You just kept repeating 'Cole is so hot' and 'Cole is the best kisser--' Oof!"

            I was already bright red by the time I socked him in the arm, causing a grunt of pain to escape his lips. He laughed but then gave me a pout. "Geez, woman! Have you been practicing that?"

            "I learned from the best," I winked, thinking back to the time when he taught me to form a perfect fist and deliver a strong punch. Before he could say anything, the doors opened again revealing the crowd of Supernaturals all dressed as nice as we were. Having only seen these people in basic workout attire for months, it was weird that everyone was so elegant... and clean.

            Soon enough, Jack showed up and escorted us to a couple large vans in front of the facility, all dawning dark, tinted windows in order to conceal ourselves from the outside world. We went the way of the White House and as we grew closer with every passing mile, I became anxious.

            A few months ago I was struggling with high school, trying my hardest to get into a college and away from my life in my small town. Now, I'm clad in a fancy, most likely expensive dress in a van full of Supernaturals all heading to meet the President of the United States. It seems like some crazy movie—or maybe even a book--but nothing real.

            But when we arrived and were brought to a large room set with a table full of various silverware options, reality hit me. Secret servicemen lined the doors and as all of us sat down waiting for the president, Jack took a spot near the end of the table, leaving the head spot empty.

            And, like before, we waited. That seems to be a common occurrence around here... waiting.

            The doors eventually opened and in walked the leader of our country: President Bixler. Jack immediately stood up and all of us followed suit as he took his spot, a huge smile on his face that was actually believable.

            "My, oh my," he looked around at all of us while we sat back down. "I'm so honored to be in the presence of so many heroes!"

            First I got a queen out of Cole, now I'm considered a hero to the President? I'm moving up the totem pole faster than I expected.

            "Likewise, sir," Sophia oozed civility. "I'm Sophia Harley, Galen's--"

            "I know who you all are dear," he grinned at her. "I've followed the Supernaturals since I got into office and I must say... you seem to have taken on the leadership role quite nicely with a headstrong attitude." After giving her a parting nod, he addressed everyone. "Thank you all for joining me for lunch this afternoon. While I am so ever sorry about the attack put on your home, it has been a dream of meeting those in the Big Six, especially since you were all Marked so recently. Now, I'll let you all eat, but I would love to get a glimpse of all your powers before our day is over."

            Our meal was probably more expensive than my whole house back home. I wasn't used to this kind of food and service, having people wait on me, giving me the most delectable meals I've ever had. Anything I wanted, I could get. While I didn't exercise that kind of power, Alex definitely did by getting not only seconds, but thirds and fourths. We've been living off of cafeteria food and crappy diners for months to years now, depending on how long we were all at SA, so this was all almost too much for our taste buds.

            And when we were finished the food was slowly being taken away when Sophia brought up Bixler's request again. "So would you like the Big Six to do some demonstrations of their powers now? We didn't bring any other attire--"

            He waved it off. "I don't need you all to expend all your energy. I have studied Supernaturals for years now, but I've never had the chance to see just what your powers can do in person. If it's not too much to ask..."

            "Of course not!" Sophia interjected, making a smile pop up on his face. "Leona, would you like to start us out?"

            Sure enough, each one of us took turns demonstrating little details of our powers. Leona made some plants come back from their wilted state, Alex took some water out of Claire's cup and made it spin around in the air, Will created a gust of wind that blew back Cole's hair, Mackenzie made the lights shut off, and Cole created a ball of fire that he easily threw back and forth in his hands. No one dared to do anything directed towards our President and were all very simple things. By the time it was my turn, I felt Sophia and Jack's strict gazes on me, as if mentally saying 'Don't screw this up.' Because, apparently, if anyone were to do anything stupid, it'd be me.

            My eyes focused on Bixler's, who gave me a hopeful look, as if he wanted to see something amazing. He seemed to genuinely be interested in Supernaturals, but he wasn't going to learn anything if we were all babies about it. I wasn't about to do anything crazy, but the second I began lifted his chair up with Bixler sitting there, I knew I made a mistake.

            Despite keeping it still and only going a few feet up, the secret service behind him immediately pointed their guns at me, making Cole jump up with a huge ball of fire in his hands as his threatening black eyes focused on the people who deemed me as a threat. I hastily put the President back down and threw my hands in the air in an act to prove my innocence. Even if he had fallen, I could have easily caught him before he hit the ground.

            "Paxton! Grady!" Bixler snapped at the men who were protecting him. "She is one of our guests! There's no reason for that!"

            "But sir--" One of them tried.

            "No reason!" He repeated and, sure enough, the men carefully put their weapons away. Cole waited until they completely stood down before he relaxed, taking his seat next to me but never dropped the protective, stiff posture.

            "I'm sorry," I told Bixler. "I'm a Mind so there's not a lot I can physically do to show you my power--"

            "My dear, it is quite alright," Bixler assured me and I could almost feel the air leave Sophia's lungs from where she held her breath. "That was one of the most amazing experiences of my life and I thank you for showing me what you're capable of, Miss Buckley."

            I felt a wave of self-pride flow through me because even though Sophia and the others probably thought I was crazy for exercising my powers on the President, his response assured me that I made a good move in showing him what our kind if truly about. Despite his standing in our country, Bixler is still a human capable of curiosity and would react the same way to any other person would when discovering that there are people out there who have 'superpowers.'

            After some more minor questions and chit chat, our president had to go and we were all packed into our vans and headed back to the facility.

            "Are you crazy?!" Sophia basically screamed at me the moment the doors were shut.

            "No, not really," I shrugged nonchalantly while the car began driving off. "But you must be because you don't have your seatbelt on. Those save lives, Sophia--"

            "I'm not in the mood for your sarcasm," she hissed. "I know I didn't school you in anything like this, but I would have thought that 'don't use your powers on the President of the United States' would be a pretty obvious rule!"

            I narrowed my eyes on her. "Relax, that's what he wanted. If he truly felt threatened by me then I'm sure I'd be in prison by now."

            "But--"

            "I have to agree with Taylor," Will cut in. Of all the people here, I was surprised that he was actually the first to stand up for me. "He seemed much more interested in us after she dared to do something like that. If anything, she gave us an even greater support from the President."

            Sophia, the Queen of not liking to be proven wrong, didn't say anything. Instead, she huffed out and threw herself back into her seat, putting her seatbelt on along the way. I caught Will's eyes and gave him a thankful smile, to which he nodded back.

            The rest of our car ride was held in an awkward silence. From the time it took to drive there and back and the time we spent at the lunch, we got home pretty late in the day. Jack didn't say much when we arrived, only stated that tomorrow will be the beginning of our training sessions and let us enjoy the last few hours of our freedom before the pain continues tomorrow. Claire and Alex came into me and Cole's room, the four of us turning on some television shows that I only vaguely remembered watching before I was taken to SA. After missing dozens of episodes during my time away, it was nearly impossible to understand what was going on.

            Once it reached a late hour, the couple went to their room next door, letting Cole and I to ourselves. There wasn't the usual banter as both of us were pretty tired from the long day. I had shed the dress as soon as I got back, but I decided to take a shower so I could go to sleep feeling fresh and clean. Cole was already passed out in his bed by the time I was done so I climbed into my own, waiting for my dreams to take me away.

            Only they didn't. After hours of lying there hoping to get some shut eye, my mind was too wound up to relax.

            My thoughts were circling around the past week's events. I wondered what Ryan was doing now that he thought I was dead. If my dad even cared enough to host a funeral. What were the Catchers and Katherine doing? They kept being asked in my head, but I never had enough answers.

            Without waking Cole, I quietly got up and exited our room. My feet pattered down the dark, empty hall until I was greeted by a large recreational room at the end, a low fire sparking in the middle. I didn't expect anyone to be there, so I was surprised to see that Will was reading an old, tattered book on the couch.

            "Oh, I'm sorry," I mumbled, scratching at the back of my neck. "I couldn't sleep and I didn't think anyone would be down here at this time--"

            "It's not a big deal," he assured, his accent tugging at his words. "You're free to stay."

            I gave him a thankful smile and took a spot on the other side of the couch, awkwardly looking around. While he's the oldest in the Big Six and I'm one of the youngest, I never got the chance to really connect with Will. Seeing how he stood up for me in the car, I knew he at least didn't hate me.

            "Hey..." I mumbled. "I just want to say thank you for what you did today. You know, for helping get Sophia off my back."

            "It's all right," he answered. "She doesn't give you enough credit. You're smarter than she sees you as. I'm not an expert on American politics, obviously, but I think you did the right thing even if those guards got angry."

            I nodded as I took in his words. Despite having to work with him as a team, I realized that I really didn't know William all too well. "So where are you from?" I asked.

            He crinkled his eyebrows together. "Why would you think I'm from somewhere else?" A hint of anger played on his tone and I immediately started panicking.

            "O-oh, I didn't mean it negatively! I just, you have an accent and--"

            He started laughing, "I was just joking and to answer your question, I'm from Liverpool." When I gave him a confused look, he clarified, "England."

            "Should have expected that one," Now putting his accent to a specific place. "Were you in the US when they took you to Supernatural Abilities."

            "Yeah..." he uttered. "I had gotten my powers a few months prior to them finding me. My husband and I had just adopted our first child when they came to take me away. I haven't seen them since and I guess I'm not going to."

            The hurt in his face cut through me as I scooted closer and put my hand on his shoulder. "This whole thing sucks..." I mumbled. "I hate that we all had to give up our families."

            He sighed, "I agree, but I would much rather stay as far away from them as possible than have a Catcher get to them."

            I nodded and changed the subject away from the negative. "So, what's your kid's name?"

            That night I spent getting to know William, learning more about his husband and daughter. It was nice getting away from the Supernatural talk and connecting with a person on something they love so deeply. For years I've never had a close-knit family but hearing the way he spoke about his past warmed me, yet also ache for my life before the accident.

            "So what about you, Taylor?" He asked, his now abandoned book resting by his thigh. "What's your story?"

            I didn't like talking about my mom or the accident or my horrible father. I didn't want him to know any of that and the regret that went along with it. When he caught my hesitation to answer, he gave me a small smile and began getting up.

            "I get it," he told me. "Bad past. It hurts to talk about my family, but I need to in order to keep my sanity. If you don't tell me it's fine, but I do recommend opening up to someone you're close to."

            And with another parting smile, he wished be a goodnight and headed off to bed, leaving me alone with the thoughts of my past life.

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Many of you requested more information on William, so I hope this chapter opened up his character a bit more for you guys!

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I had some requests for snapchat, but I'm sorry to say that that is one platform that I definitely won't be using!

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