A long forgotten home {Cayden/Carter}

[Laura Grace Murphy]

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kill the compassion,

The overlook was silent, devoid of all life but a lone woman standing near the edge, looking out over the town she had almost managed to forget. Pain began to claw up the back of her throat, but she blinked once, and swallowed reflexively, and the pain vanished as if it never existed. Her head tilted slightly into the wind, letting it blow back the long, loose strands of her thick black hair. The day was overcast, and the clouds were threatening snow above her. She wondered how everyone was since she had last been here, but before she could think about it, her mind skittered away from her memories. She didn't want to think of it. It was a bad time.

Yes. A bad time.

Instead, she just watched the city, silent from where she stood as snow slowly began to fall around her. She could hear the hiss of it as it connected with even more snow already piled in drifts along the ground. The cold was biting and fierce, but the woman in her long wool coat hardly seemed to even notice as the wind tugged harder at her hair until it was nearly floating out behind her.

The woman could hear something. Someone coming near to the spot she was in. She didn't turn, though, just continued to watch out over the town she had once called home, but now tried to forget. It caused the pain in her head to come back, and her heart to race uncomfortably fast. She didn't like those feelings. She was told those memories were bad. Everything she had known before was bad, now. She had to believe that. Right?

The footsteps had gotten closer, but still Laura Murphy didn't turn to see who it was. The wind was blowing the wrong way, and she couldn't smell who it was either. But part of her wasn't bothered. If she looked back on this later, part of her would have known just who was coming up behind her. Part of her sobbed in her head, while another stared, dispassionately, out over the silent town.

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SOMEWHERE ONLY WE KNOW by KEANE
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[Cayden Thomas Murphy]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #335588 solid; border-bottom: 10px #335588 solid;] repair your broken wings ( WORDS ) 710 ( TAGGED ) laura/carter ( WOLF FORM ) CLICKY It had been a long day for Cayden Murphy. He'd had two classes that morning and still had to work that afternoon. He might just call in sick. Not that he ever really got sick, but that was a perfect excuse that got him out of work and also gave him some free time to clear his head. It was a head that desperately needed cleared. Still, he had bills to pay and calling off work wasn't going to keep the electricity on. Still thinking about what he was going to do, he made a quick trip to the pack house to check in with everyone and see how things were going. Apparently Nikki had lost it and bitten her brother's ex boyfriend. Nice. He supposed there were worse people to have in the pack than Rufus, but he was still a little surprised that Nikki had bitten anyone. She was one of those wolves who would rather be human, he thought. At least she acted that way. And none of that told him whether or not he should go to work. Cayden left the pack house with a couple rawhides in hand but took a different route home. That's when he smelled it. It was a scent from his past, one that permeated the old boxes in the attic and tickled his nose at night when he was younger. It was a scent he'd never forget and smelling it now stopped him in his tracks. Cold sweat trickled down his back. He had to be losing his mind. Mom was dead. This had to be someone else. He told himself that, but he didn't really believe it. He knew that scent. Even after all this time, he knew it like he knew himself. Almost of their own accord, his feet started moving him forward, following the trail. His heart was racing at an almost painful level and he could see his breath puff out in front of him like a fog. So many things raced through his head, but the thoughts wouldn't hold still long enough for him to know what they were. His mind was just a jumbled mass of panic, pain, longing, disbelief, anger, and hope. Underlacing all of that was an overbearing sense of desperation. The path Cayden took led him to the overlook, but he stopped part way there, having picked out a few of his thoughts. If it was Mom, would she even recognize him? Don't be an idiot. Mom's dead. But that scent... It's someone else. It has to be. No, it had to be Mom. He knew it was her. But how? He crept closer, half pacing, half circling. He was stalking her and part of him recognized the pattern. Most of him was focused on the cliff that he couldn't yet see. He wanted to run to her, bury his head in her shoulder and never let go. He wanted all those things he'd lost. He also wanted to run away and never look back. What if he'd gotten his hopes up and this really was someone with his mother's scent? What if he was just hallucinating? Had he finally lost his mind? Still close to panic, Cayden moved forward again, half pacing, each pass taking him a little closer to his destination while his own inner turmoil fought for control of his actions. He refused to let instinct guide him in this. Calm, rational thought. That was the way. It was hard to think clearly when it felt like he might throw up and his heart might implode, but he forced his brain to slow down. Closing his eyes, he breathed slowly. In and out. In and out. That scent... it was her. He knew it. Even so, he had to be sure. Moving even closer, the trees started to thin out. There on the very edge of the cliff was a woman. Cayden's heart nearly stopped before kicking back into high gear. Her long, thick hair was nearly black and loose in the wind. His mouth was dry, but that didn't stop the soft whisper that escaped his lips. "Mom?" It was her. Somehow, impossibly, Laura Murphy was alive. outfit (NOTES) Mommy! D:

table by CALIFORNIA DREAMING of CAUTION 2.0, lyrics by maroon 5

[Carter Ethan Murphy]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 440px; border-top: #3a2a1a 8px solid; border-bottom: #3a2a1a 10px solid; background-color: #ffffff; background-image: url(http://i1222.photobucket.com/albums/dd500/Kiipcha/Sage/wood-bakground_zps49817a5f.png);] [atrb=width,400] made it this far He trusted his brother. He didn't trust hunters. So did he trust the hunters not to hurt his brother if given the chance? No. He believed Cayden would try and fight them off with all his might - maybe even pursue them to avenge their mother - but the hunters were ruthless, if they weren't... well, Carter assumed they would have long ago diminished. And the young delta could not stand to see another family member of his snatched away by human hands. It felt like he'd lost two already. His mother, and then his father as result of his mother's supposed death. If Cayden passed too... Carter didn't know what would happen. He didn't see a future for himself in the case of such a tragedy. Whether he withered away like his father or died completely, Carter wouldn't be able to accept his brother's death. Not ever. So it was with concerned thoughts and an overactive imagination that Carter followed Cayden away from the packhouse. From the quietness of his footsteps, it was obvious that the worrisome delta had done this before. There was seldom Carter did that didn't involve a tumult of questions; would Andy do this? How about this? No? Okay... but what if!? Needless to say, he was a hesitating and sometimes awkward fellow, but he often skipped the hesitation and went with his gut when it concerned taking care of Cayden. Well, sometimes he did. And this was one of those times! Cay needed protecting! And nothing could distract him, not a single thi- No... no that wasn't right. Carter slowed his steps as his body grew numb. Like Cayden, he too had caught a childhood scent, and one he feared to never smell again. In fact, he was certain that such a scent was long gone... until now. He moved forward with cautious steps, as if afraid to disturb the breeze that carried the smell. He could barely pay attention to Cayden anymore, and it was only his parental nature - developed shortly after his mother's death - that forced Carter to keep a wary eye on his brother. It was then that the second guessing began: he should really run towards her... but Cay needs... it might not be real, you should at least make sure! His hands drifted up to his forehead at a rather inopportune time; he had stumbled over a branch and smacked his forehead against a nearby tree. There, headache all gone! Not. Now with his nerves further rattled and his head throbbing, Carter began to follow in Cayden's pacing steps while touching his face, neck, and ears almost obsessively; would she remember him? He had surely matured since the last time she'd left him as a little boy. And what if she didn't recognize him!? Would she dismiss him... and Cayden? He had to know. He just had to know! With his heart fighting to burst out of his chest, Carter sprinted through the forest. He could barely get his legs to work properly, but even with his sudden lack of coordination, he finally reached Cayden. There he stood: heart thumping, nerves frayed, and mind lost. She was here... and she looked more beautiful than Carter could remember. Right now, there was nothing more beautiful than the return of a loved one. How could he disturb such a moment with his own babbling? Besides, Cayden had said all there was to say. tag: Mason word count: 574 outfit: link notes: He's standing about a foot behind Cayden, just so ya know.

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[Laura Grace Murphy]

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kill the compassion,

At first, she didn't turn, despite the soft voice that came from behind her. Strange emotions, most Laura had no name for swamped her then, rooting her to the spot. Memories flashed, white hot and burning through her mind, and had she not been standing so stiff, she may have fallen over. Grief, joy, pain, terror, and an anger that burned so hot, so deep, that it nearly made her cry out.

Instead, Laura swallowed it all, closing her eyes for a brief moment. When she opened them again, they were the same dead eyes that she had had for nearly ten years.

Slowly, Laura turned, and was struck at the sight of her two now fully grown sons. Pain tore at her again, but she ignored it this time instead of letting it get the better of her. She had missed their lives as they had gotten older. Missed watching them grow, their first shift-

Her mind skittered oddly away from that thought. Wind blew her hair around her in a billowing cloud, her black strands covering her face for a moment. She reached up, and pulled her hair away from her face, and looked at her sons. Slowly, she felt a faint smile spreading across her frozen lips, and she took a few hesitant steps forward.

"Carter... Cayden..." Her voice was soft but would carry right to them on the gusting wind. "Oh... My boys... How you both have grown! Look at you... You have your father's height." A strange feeling Laura didn't have a name for welled inside her, clenching her heart. Suddenly, her eyes were full of tears, and they brimmed over and started to slide unnoticed down her cheeks. "Oh my poor boys..." She took another step forward, hand outstretched to touch, but she paused. Would they even want her to touch them? Would they even want to see her, truly? She had left them, after all, ten years ago.

"I missed you both so much..."

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SOMEWHERE ONLY WE KNOW by KEANE
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[Cayden Thomas Murphy]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #335588 solid; border-bottom: 10px #335588 solid;] repair your broken wings ( WORDS ) 781 ( TAGGED ) laura/carter ( WOLF FORM ) CLICKY Cayden watched in a stunned silence. His mother. For as long as he could remember, that was all he really wanted. Sure there were other things he'd wanted growing up like a new bike for Christmas, time with the father Henry used to be, or something besides jelly sandwiches to eat. But this ran so much deeper than a want or a wish. Mom was a need. Everyone needed a mother and Cayden's had been taken away from him with nobody left to fill that void. Carter had done the best he could, but he wasn't Mom. Now there she stood with her back to him, but there was still no mistaking her. Even after all this time, all these years of feeling so alone and abandoned... he would know her anywhere. There was a rustling behind Cayden, but he didn't turn. His eyes were glued to the cliff. Carter's scent wafted to his nose a moment later, but he was still frozen in place, unable to speak beyond that first whisper or to look anywhere but at his mother. Mom. He wanted to run to her. He wanted to be held and rocked. He wanted her to tell him that everything was okay now, that she was there and was never leaving again. He wanted to fit an entire childhood worth of her presence into a single embrace. He wanted to hear her voice singing him to sleep at night while she ran her fingers through his hair. But he still couldn't move. It was as if time itself had stopped. Slowly, Laura started to turn and Cayden got to truly see the mother he hadn't laid eyes on since he was seven years old. So much had changed since then. He'd grown up, made mistakes, had his ass kicked a few times, and fallen in love way too often. But she hadn't changed. Not that he could see, anyway. His heart ached with the loss of her all over again, the pain that he'd only barely dealt with shoved brutally to the forefront of his thoughts. That's when the first tear fell, making a cold track down his cheek. She was here. She was really here and everything was going to be okay. She was going to make everything okay again. The pain would go away now. But then why did it still hurt so much? Another tear joined the first when she said his name and his throat felt like it would close up completely. His heart was still racing, his breath coming in short puffs. Her voice had to be the most beautiful thing he'd ever heard. Every night, he'd pleaded with whatever higher power might exist that she would come home. And here she was. Right in front of him. Cayden simply listened to her voice as she commented on their height, but when she started to cry, he took an instinctive step forward. Mom shouldn't cry. Mom should never cry. Ever. She moved forward too, but then she stopped as if unsure. "I missed you both so much..." ...I missed you both so much...... Cayden replayed that last phrase in his mind and it made him realize where this pain was coming from. If she missed them so much, why hadn't she come home? Where had she gone? Where had she been for the last decade and a half? Why did she leave them behind? The pain Cayden had been feeling started to build and now it was laced with a fury he hadn't realized had always been buried deep within him. "You left us." His voice was as quiet as hers had been - as quiet as his silent tears. "You left us." Had she gone on her own? Cayden hadn't been old enough to go out searching with Henry, but he'd been told that there was hunter scent all around where she'd been. What had happened to her? Immediately, Henry's voice sounded in his mind. Maybe she had to fake her death to get away from a pathetic little brat like you. No. Cayden wasn't letting his father get in his head now. Any time but now. But there were so many questions and no answers. The anger and resentment started to build, swirling out of his control. His face crumpled and he didn't know if it was because of that anger or the pain he felt alongside it. "YOU LEFT US!" He backed away a step, then another. All he'd wanted was his mother back, but now he couldn't stand the sight of her. outfit (NOTES) Mommy! D:

table by CALIFORNIA DREAMING of CAUTION 2.0, lyrics by maroon 5

[Carter Ethan Murphy]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 440px; border-top: #3a2a1a 8px solid; border-bottom: #3a2a1a 10px solid; background-color: #ffffff; background-image: url(http://i1222.photobucket.com/albums/dd500/Kiipcha/Sage/wood-bakground_zps49817a5f.png);] [atrb=width,400] made it this far She talked as if... she was just some aunt who had yet to pay a visit for a few years. Oh how much you've grown. You look like your father. She may as well have said, "I'm sorry I didn't come visit you last year." Carter felt offense and horror well in his chest that could only be washed away by his mother's tears. No... it was merely diluted. Then she spoke again. Her poor boys... poor sad boys. Carter took a step back and flinched. Was that... guilt? His breathing quickened as he reached a hand out to Cayden's shoulder, drawing his brother a few steps back. Why did she feel guilty? Was it her fault? Had Cayden beat himself up every day - and Carter knew he did - over something that was instead his mother's fault!? She missed them... Carter's breathing quickened and reflected his state of panic. He didn't like conflict. He didn't like drama. This... he didn't even know how to approach a situation like this! He followed his strongest instinct: protect Cayden. The older brother pulled the boy closer just as the realization hit him. "You left us." Cay's words were soft yet hit Carter like a freight train; it was the first time he'd heard his worries spoken aloud, at least regarding this situation. And it stung. It burned. Carter pulled Cayden closer and wrapped his arms around him, trying in vain to quiet his distraught brother. "Please Cayden... please." But he wouldn't stop. He got louder. Carter clung tightly to the younger male. Who else was he going to hug? His mom? His mom who supposedly just... left them!? Upon first seeing his mother, he wanted nothing more than to hug her and never let her go. He wanted her to call him Carterpillar, as much as he hated that nickname. But now, he wanted to know the truth. "Mom... why?" tag: Mason word count: 319 outfit: link notes: Carterpillar!

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[Laura Grace Murphy]

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kill the compassion,

Laura hadn't known what to expect when she finally ran into her children. She wasn't surprised, though, when both of them stepped back, and Cayden screamed at her that she had left them. Still, pain filled her and for the first time she became aware of her tears. She wanted to stop them, but found herself unable to. Her hand fell back to her side, unable to touch them. They had moved away from her. And she didn't blame them.

"I didn't want to leave you..." Her voice was thick and nearly hoarse around her tears. It was hard to speak, but she couldn't control herself. She had never known that seeing her two children all grown up would have such an impact. The part of her that had been crying in the back of her mind reared up and took over before Laura could even think. "Hunters... Hunters kidnapped me. I..." She wanted to tell them the truth. Wanted so badly for them to understand, but something dark, something alien snatched control back before she could finish. The tears slowed, and finally stopped, and she didn't feel the pain as harshly anymore.

"I just managed to get away... I came home to find my pups grown, and not wanting my touch." Laura watched them as Carter clutched at Cayden, and the pain began to slowly creep back. But the part of Laura that had been crying was now silent and hidden deep, either unable to take the pain, or quenched by the alien side of her that had come from the brainwashing done by the hunters. Just then, she didn't really care.

Slowly, she took another step forward, closer to her children. "I didn't want to stay away... I wanted nothing more than to be home with you and your father..." Another step, and she was close enough to touch. Slowly, she reached out and caressed Carter's cheek, afraid he might draw away. The fear was a distant one, from that side of her that was still Laura, still fighting the brainwashing. That part of Laura seemed to fade every day when she was with Michelle, but now... Was it growing stronger? No... It couldn't grow stronger. That part of her was dead now. Right?

"Oh god..." The tears hit again, streaming down her frozen cheeks. She reached out to draw both of them close, needing to feel them in her arms. "Oh my pups..."

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[Cayden Thomas Murphy]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #335588 solid; border-bottom: 10px #335588 solid;] repair your broken wings ( WORDS ) 578 ( TAGGED ) laura/carter ( WOLF FORM ) CLICKY Cayden could barely hear Carter over the sound of blood pounding in his ears, but he could still feel his brother's touch. He was almost getting crushed and he wanted to shake Carter off. He didn't want to be restrained. He wanted to be free to pace, to rage, but the older male's grip was too strong and Cayden wasn't thinking clearly enough to fight him off. Being held was what he needed, and he needed it desperately, but he still fought it if not well. He wasn't ready to break down. He wasn't ready to give in and just accept that his mother randomly showed up after years and years of pain and guilt and lonliness. He didn't need her now. He'd needed her before. He'd needed her when he first shifted and when he went through his first break up. He'd needed her when Dad slammed his face into the floor with his steel-toed boot and called him worthless. "Mom... why?" Carter's voice seemed clearer than it had to Cayden's ears. He didn't know if his brother had spoken louder or if he'd just been listening harder, but his ears perked now to hear what his mother might have to say in her defense. Before she spoke, however, a horrible thought crept up on Cayden. What if she had left by her own choice? What kind of person did that make her? He'd only a few scattered and faded memories of her, but she hadn't seemed like the type of person who would give up. She'd been kind-hearted and in her own way, hard as a stone. Had he built up his image of her in his mind? Was this woman in front of him really someone else entirely? A woman with his mother's face? "I didn't want to leave you..." There was that word again, like she'd left on purpose. Cayden kept listening, despite his internal protests. His brow furrowed the longer she went on. Captured by hunters? Hunters didn't capture. They killed. Was she lying? And why was she held captive for as long as she was? Wouldn't a hunter just run experiments, find out her weaknesses, then kill her? So many questions ran through his mind despite the answers she'd given. He couldn't make sense of it - couldn't make sense of anything, really. He stayed silent as she approached. It wasn't until she reached out to touch Carter's cheek that he felt the wetness on his own face. Cayden's entire world was changing and he didn't know what to do. He needed someone to tell him what to do, which reaction was the right one, and how to respond. He was about to press closer to his brother, to seek some sort of comfort and guidance, but Laura got there first. "Oh my pups..." And then her arms were around them both. Instinctively, he wrapped an arm around her and held on. For so long, this was all he'd wanted. To be held by his mother. Now that he had it, he wasn't sure what to do with hit. Part of him realized he was probably in shock, but that didn't help him now. He just stood there, half clinging to his mother and his brother and having no idea where to go from here. If it was a movie, they'd just cut to the next scene. But what was he supposed to do? outfit (NOTES) okay, crap post is crap

table by CALIFORNIA DREAMING of CAUTION 2.0, lyrics by maroon 5

[Carter Ethan Murphy]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 440px; border-top: #3a2a1a 8px solid; border-bottom: #3a2a1a 10px solid; background-color: #ffffff; background-image: url(http://i1222.photobucket.com/albums/dd500/Kiipcha/Sage/wood-bakground_zps49817a5f.png);] [atrb=width,400] made it this far Carter didn't want to suspect his mother of purposely leaving them. He didn't want to think of her ever performing some dastardly deed. He didn't want to believe that he had raised his brother for years when his mother had the choice to return. No.. no he didn't want to. He knew her too well! Whether or not Cayden could ever forgive their father, Carter was ready to become a family again. He was optimistic, dreaming, hoping. He'd spent years pleading and bargaining with some all knowing being to try and get his mother back... but this wasn't how he'd imagined it. In his dreams, she always came back to earth with some heavenly and celestial light shining amongst her figure, reflecting in her eyes and silky hair; she came back from the dead in those dreams. Then his father embraced them all - once his children's abuser and suddenly the glue keeping them together - until each of their faces grew wet with happy tears. But those were just dreams... Perhaps if Henry's fist favored Carter instead of Cayden - who resembled their mother in appearance - then the older brother's optimistic outlook would have dampened. But it hadn't, so Carter couldn't give up just yet. He even still had dreams of Cayden reconciling with their father, amongst other mushy things. In an attempt to live out his dreams, Carter searched his mother's eyes for sincerity. He wanted to let go of Cayden, but only when he knew the truth; this protective nature was all that was stopping him from flinging himself forward and hugging his mother. Carter was determined not to make a mistake that would harm his only brother. So he listened and he watched. He listened to her reassuring stories of escaping from captors. He watched Laura outstretch her arms. And then... then he felt her. Carter felt her hand brush against his cheek. He'd waited so long for that touch, and he wanted nothing more than to feel it again. Carter released his brother and rushed into his mother's arms. He wrapped his arms - no longer thin and noodly from childhood, but strong like a true delta's - tightly around her waist and refused to let go. Carter's face grew wet with tears... happy tears, and he knew that he could finally live out that dream. Least that's what he imagined. "I missed you too, mom." tag: Cayden/Laura word count: 402 outfit: link notes: Carter was being stupid when I tried to post with him.

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[Laura Grace Murphy]

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kill the compassion,

So long... So long... It was the only thing Laura could think as she held onto her children, her pups. It had been ten years since she had last seen them, held them like she did now and all she wanted to do was weep. She didn't, she held back her tears as she rocked her children gently, murmuring softly to them. Just nonsensical words, like she used to when they were children and upset.

"I missed this," She told them softly as the wind blew snow around them. "Holding you two. You're both too big to fit in my lap now though." She nuzzled both of them, her heart swelling with joy at their touch, their scent. How she had missed them so over these last ten years.

"Come, now, let me see you. I want a good look at the both of you." She pulled back gently, not far enough though that she couldn't easily grab them again. She looked them over critically, eyeing both of them. Carter looked much like his father, but she could tell he had her heart. Soft and gentle Carter. He had always been her sweet boy. She looked over at Cayden and softened even more. He looked much like her, but if he hadn't changed much over the years she knew he would act just like Henry. She reached up and placed a hand on their cheeks, smiling beautifully up at them.

"Oh you two... Handsome young men both of you have become. Will you... Tell me about yourselves?" A tear slowly slid down her cheek. "I want to know... Everything about both of you. We were all cheated out of getting to know each other better when I was taken..." Her heart ached as if she expected them to say no, to turn and run from her as Cayden had been about to do. She couldn't bear it, she didn't think, if they left. Even though she knew that, eventually, they wouldn't want to be near her, once they found out the real truth, the fact that they might run now cut her deeply.

Soon they will realize I'm not as I was before... And they will throw me out like the broken thing I am... Could I survive that? I don't know...

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[Cayden Thomas Murphy]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #335588 solid; border-bottom: 10px #335588 solid;] repair your broken wings ( WORDS ) 483 ( TAGGED ) laura/carter ( WOLF FORM ) CLICKY Despite the answers his mother had given, Cayden still had questions. So many questions that he didn't know where to start. He didn't even know if there was a starting point because so many of his questions were idiotic. Where did you go? Like her travel plans were so important. Why did you leave? Like she had a choice. A small part of him that wondered if she did was quickly silenced by the larger part of him who knew she loved them and would never have left of her own free will. The question wouldn't go away, though. "I missed you too, mom." That was Carter. Cayden should probably say something similar, but he couldn't force anything but air past the lump in his throat. Instead, for a moment, he buried his face into the crook of his mother's neck and just held on. He let himself revel in the fact that she was really there. He let himself hope that everything would be okay. All too soon, the moment passed. Laura pulled herself away and Cayden let his arm drop away from her. He stared at her, tears in his eyes that he was helpless to stop. Handsome young men? She was supposed to be there to see it happen. He was supposed to be young still, sitting on her lap and eating food that wasn't burned by an older brother who wasn't supposed to be raising a child. That had been her job. Slowly, anger started to well in him again. She was supposed to be there and she'd been gone. He'd been left alone with a father who beat the shit out of him and a brother who'd taken on too much responsibility. A thousand different expressions crossed his face, but there was pain in all of them. "I want to know... Everything about both of you. We were all cheated out of getting to know each other better when I was taken..." Cheated. To know each other better. She'd missed everything. He was tempted to tell her exactly what she'd missed, but if it was up to him, she'd never know the things Henry had done. The things she'd failed to protect him from. The things she'd caused by disappearing. Still, part of him wanted to give her a smart ass answer, to hurt her like she'd hurt him. He couldn't do it, though. "Carter's a delta. I... well... I pretty much just get into trouble." That was probably the best way to sum it up. But he didn't want a summary. He'd wanted her there to witness it for herself. Too much time had passed and he wasn't sure he knew his mother at all. What if his memory of her was inflated? What if she wasn't how he remembered her at all? outfit (NOTES) poor puppies

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