A/N: Happy June 1st everyone!! 

Chapter 14 - Three Parts to all Stories, I've Got One (Samson POV) Pt. 1

After classes I raced home, meeting dad with the younger children, "Everyone is still coming here?" it's blurted out and for a minute he stiffens and his face drops. Dad shakes his head, "Your mother and I forgot," he says standing straight and rubbing his hands over his face.

"Ten more kids..." I nod.

"We... well no one can be on the third floor extra room with Faith, we will have the girls Paige and Caterina invited bunk with them, their rooms are large enough... I guess this ruins the ones who wanted to be with their significant others," dad continues speaking humor in his voice.

I tilt my head to the side, "please, you might not be engaging in such activities, Samson, but your siblings and their friends, well you're mother and I know what happens in our own home when we go to sleep," he goes to the fridge looking for some of the pre-made food mom made that we only need to heat.

Pulling out two trays of lasagna' and then reaching out for the takeout menu's he hands them over to me, "You guys decide what the group wants and try to narrow it down to one place please," he says leaving the room.

When he leaves, I head up to Talia's room and find her lounging on her bed, her television playing and her French textbook next to her closed. "Hey, how are you feeling?" with a large sigh, she gives me a great bit smirk-smile. "Everyone is still invited over, Dad and Mom forgot to make the change request," I said before she could really give me a verbal answer to the first comment I made.

"You're worried about Faith." It's not really a question, not at all even. I just shrug, "She has such a hard time when it's just us... adding more people... well there were twenty of us when she had that panic attack in class..." the snort Talia releases is louder than the television, and her whole body is shaking as she breaks out in the giggles.

"Samson - you think - you think it - it was the - the large group - that sent her into - into panic?" she sputters and tries to speak between chuckles. I look away, "No," I wasn't stupid enough to believe that a group of people was the reasons why she went into a full panic. "I know it was my fault but it was..." she nods in understanding.

"Yes, it was, but you took it out on her and to make it worse, Taylor was sneering at the girl like Faith kicked her puppy or something," Talia waved her hand in her over exaggeration. "That's not my fault, you know that you know how - I've told you and you don't bug me anymore about her, it's not like that Talia," I whisper out. I know It would be perfect, magically even, and I roll my eyes as I think it, for Taylor and I to date because her siblings were with mine, but that wasn't a reason to be with someone. I wanted something different, someone themselves and someone that I could just be myself with.

What people saw on the outside wasn't much; anyone could be pretty, wear makeup like it was icing, but what about what was on the inside? It wasn't that Taylor was pretty enough, or kind enough, she just wasn't it for me. When I gazed at my siblings or any couple really, the gleam in their eyes they had for that person they were holding their hand, and I tried to imagine that in my own head... it wasn't Taylor.

To me, Taylor was the equivalent of Harleigh.

She was pretty but I saw Harleigh as my sister - not my adopted sister - while Thaddeus saw her as his person.

"Anyways, dad said the third floor is off limits," she nodded.

"Which really only leaves the two guest bedrooms in the basement next to Brennan's room," it was my turn to nod. "We have the air mattresses... we can set all the girls in one or both of Paige and Caterina's room, which takes care of five of the extra people, I'll let Miller and Shawn sleep in the play room-"

"That leaves, Taylor, Devin, and Javier," Talia finished.

"Harleigh bunks with Thaddeus, Devin with Brennan, you with Javier and Taylor can sleep in Harleigh's room."

"Which leaves you free to hang out with Faith," I shook my head, "it's not like that..." I didn't want to give anyone the wrong idea. "She needs a friend, and I like being around her, I can be myself, she doesn't tease me or think I'm soft," I stop there and I don't mention that Fatima is a total enigma to me, or that there was something wrong, missing in her life and I felt like we could help each other. Be there for one another, I didn't know what had put the sadness in her eyes, or the fear in her mind, but sometimes it didn't matter who hurt you before... it was who wanted to help you, give you some kindness free of charge.

Although, if I had, to be honest, it really was selfish of me to want to spend time with her. She seemed content to be alone and keep to herself, but I truly felt better when I spent time with her, even though sometimes I could tell that she really wasn't in the mood, she had never turned me away.

"What do you think happened to her?" I blurted out knowing that it was dad, the little ones and Talia and I alone in the house for now. Talia purses her lips, looking sadly out of the window, "I think she's alone... I mean mom and dad didn't have to say that she doesn't have parents," I try to keep my face blank and not blurt out that Fatima had told me personally that she didn't have parents and never had.

"We were in the hospital, and only those two people, Walsh and Patricia came, neither look anything like her at all and in her phone, Brennan said that when he took it from where she fell, the only number he could see on her cracked screen were Walsh and Patricia. I mean two numbers in a cell phone?"

"You think she's part of witness protection or something?" Talia laughs, while that thought had never crossed my mind, it did seem like a plausible explanation.

"Have you noticed that she watches everything, like a spectator, may?" I threw that out there nonchalantly. "I don't think..." I wait for her to finish her thought but Talia just shakes her head, but then a car pulls up outside and believing it's mom I stand to take a look, returning to my spot when I see it's Aunt Cynthia. Her thick blonde hair shakes blows like fire in the wind, and I spotted dad outside helping her with the car seat for my cousin Genesis.

By five neither Fatima nor mom have come home, but the house fills with all our friends, "We have Faith staying here, so Devin, you can bunk with Brennan, Alexis, Erin, Megan, Brooklyn you four will bunk with Paige or Caterina. Shawn, Brad, Kenny and Damon you guys can bunk in the two guest bedrooms next to Brennan's room."

"Miller you can bunk in the game room with Javier and Taylor-"

"You can bunk in my room," Harleigh offers even though she wasn't around when I spoke with Talia, "So even in this house, Faith get's what she wants, there's another bedroom up on that third floor... why can't we use it?" Taylor asks and before anyone of us can answer, my father is behind us coming down the steps.

"If Harleigh's room isn't fit for your stay for the weekend, I'd be more than happy to drive you back to campus Taylor," her face reddens and she shakes her head, while Alexis, Erin, and Megan, gaze at my brother. Everyone gets their duffle bags carrying them to their assigned rooms, while Harleigh, Thaddeus and I get blankets and the sleeping bags from the storage room in the basement.

I sigh loudly, wondering things that really weren't any of my business when it came down to the bottom line, but I couldn't help myself. "Thinking about Faith?" Thaddeus asked. When I shook my head Harleigh tried, "Worrying about Faith?" I stopped searching for the air mattress looking at my siblings. "What you thought that you were being subtle?" Harleigh questioned with a raised brow, her brown eyes daring me to challenge her.

"Don't you all worry about how she acts?" I whisper back, knowing that down here not many would hear but still wanting to keep it down. Harleigh shrugged, "I do, but she doesn't seem like the type that would want me fussing all over her, when she's around I include her, I seek her out, but I don't think she likes to be out and about, so she mostly spends her time one on one with you and Talia." I nod to myself, wondering how I never noticed that.

"She stays away from Simon and Amy," I put in my two cents at that moment. But then, I wonder in the next if I had something to do with that, remembering when I mentioned that they couldn't wait to get their hands on her. "I wonder why mom and dad didn't tell us more about her, not everything just some details, it would make hanging around with her so much easier if we knew-"

"All her personal information?" my father asked resting against the door jam. "Her life is her life, we aren't going to spread her information about - she asked us not to divulge too much, so we respect that," he said sternly but there was something in his eyes, sadness. "Yeah but - dad if she lost someone... we all have too... me more-" I stop abruptly not wanting to discuss this after all. Picking up the mattresses I had found, I brush past my father, muttering to Harleigh and Thaddeus, "I'll bring these to Paige and Caterina."

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I half expected my father to come to my room after some time had passed, but nearly two hours later and no one had disturbed me and mom and Faith still hadn't returned home. I had spent the last few hours to myself, completing assignments so that tomorrow, I could ask and take Fatima over to Eugene... if she wanted of course... or maybe now that her stitches would be coming off she'd like to take a hike... I continued debating.

With everyone so busy with schoolwork and such, and with the 'Stockholm Syndrome,' tabs playing on my mind I wondered if she believed that she wasn't allowed to go out.

She was of course and maybe going out with her now that she could walk without assistant would be a good time for it.

It would be a long ride over to Eugene - the last time I drove it took approximately three hours - we would have to leave around early morning, nearly seven so that we could spend the day out there.

The rain started to come down with a vengeance earlier but had calmed however now, the wind pushed and pulled the large trees surrounding our home as the rain beat down the branches of the trees. Standing, happy with the amount of work I was able to complete, I went down to the kitchen to join everyone else, just as we were deciding what we should eat.

After deciding we wouldn't punish some more than one poor deliveryman into battling our roads, we decide on Pizza and it arrives just mere minutes before mom comes in and Damon greets her. When I glance past her, listening for movement further up in the house and find none I ask her where Fatima is and the look on her face sends pure fear and worry straight up my back.

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Mom and dad send everyone with Caterina and Paige to the screening room, while I sat unmoving with Brennan, Thaddeus, and Talia. Nervously after mom has checked every room, "I dropped her off, I - I should've watched her go inside I mean I thought," mom continues to mumble as dad speaks to the police about Fatima before mom gives them a description of what she was last wearing.

Did she run away? 

My heart lurches, but in the pit of my stomach I know that she didn't, I don't think she would... taking my phone I call Thaddeus and when his phone gives me the same message as Fatima, though I see him holding it, I stand abruptly I head to my room going straight to my closet, picking up the walkie-talkies that didn't use the cell towers which could be down.

Dressing in my boots, rain jacket I run to Talia's room, stuffing her jacket in my bag and heading downstairs to the kitchen. Dad still on the phone preoccupied, I walk over to mom and hand her the paired walkie-talkie. "You - you can't go out there," her eyes wet.

"You said to the police that after her session she was upset... well last time she was upset mom, she ran into the forest barefoot, besides dad I know that forest like the back of my hand, she doesn't. I won't stay out all night but I need to look for her," I leave the house, stopping in the garage for two flashlights, and two bottles of water.

I didn't know about the others but to me, Fatima smelt like no human, it was a strong but lovely vanilla. Yet with all the rain, I knew that I would have a hard time tracking her down by scent, instead, I thanked the heavens for the footprints that had been filled with bits of water.

As hard as it rained, as I continued into the forest, steadily climbing up, calling out to Fatima, I could see light tiny footprints until the trees spaced out and the ground took on a harder substance below me. Nearly an hour, I continued going, stopping when I got to a stream, a river, and my talkie roared with mom's voice checking on me, wondering if I had found anything yet.

"Fatima!" I shouted as I ignored the reminder that I hadn't found her; my eyes wide open, scanning the darkness.

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Did he [Dmitri] call the Conrads too? He did not, but Walsh lets them hear the recording.

I am beginning to think that she is pure Fae and that because her parents had Andy and wouldn't give him up they were sent to earth. Her mother blames this on her. Dmitri must have saved her from her mother I don't like this unknown person and I really hope Samson finds her although it would be cool if she unlocked a Fae power I order to help herself. I like that Samson is so protective of her. I do hope they end up together but not until a good true friendship is formed. I don't give those sorta spoilers away... BUT, I will say that I like how you've said that they end up together, but ONLY after they have a true friendship.

Samson isn't some sweet-talker, womanizer...

He's more like a gentle soul type of person.

He's been hurt, lost his brother, and it's like Kalenah his mother said... that he has so many layers to him, that he needs someone that will be patient with him. His jerkiness was only because that exact day was the anniversary of his (twin) brother's death.