That night, I had a very vivid dream and I surprisingly remembered the entire thing. It was actually quite interesting, kind of a prelude to what I wish could happen. Now you must understand, my subconscious holds my dreams, what I wish, but it takes them to an extreme. I don't want this to happen. One, it is impossible now. Two, I love my family more than anything, even though I may not seem to like them that much.

In my dream I am laying in a bed. I am four years old. A woman, about twenty-five, is leaning over me taking my temperature. I stared into her deep sapphire eyes. She rose and walked away, towards the door and a man. Her blonde hair fell lose down to her waist accented by the green silk blouse that she wore. The man was a foot taller than the woman. His shoulder length black hair hid his sky blue eyes from my view.

"She'll be fine," the woman said. "I'll take care of her, you don't have to worry."

He nodded. His eyes fell on me and he came over to the edge of the bed. He ran a hand through my hair. "Listen to her," he whispered to me. Then he kissed my forehead and left the room. The woman followed.

That scene in my dream than faded into another. In this scene I was laying on a bed with a guy. I was about seventeen. The guy I was with was about the same age maybe a little bit older. We were making out pretty heavily when the door opened. I froze and so did my partner.

I looked up and met the intruder's eyes. "Uncle Eric," I said quickly. "This is not what it seems."

"I'm sure," He smiled. "Get the rest of your clothes on and come down stairs." He turned and closed the door behind him.

"That's your uncle?" the guy on top of me asked.

"Yeah. Now get dressed." I pushed him off me. I picked up a crimson cotton button down with a v-neck that had been discarded to the floor earlier and slid it over my head.

"Are we ever going to do this?"

"I don't know. We'll figure it out later." I pressed my lips forehead lightly him and got up so he could put on his pants. I went to my vanity and brushed my hair. "You have to leave. I have to talk to my uncle and make sure he doesn't call my mother."

He stood up behind me, hands resting on my shoulders. "Are we ever going to do this?" he asked again sadly.

"Is sex all I am to you?"

"No, just wondering. This was your idea."

"I know and yes. Just let me get rid of him. I'll call you later." I kissed him, my lips lingering on his and we walked down the steps. I opened the front door for him and he left without another word.

"Don't call me 'uncle' ever again," Eric said as soon as the door closed.

I turned around and laughed. Eric was leaning leisurely against the wall. "Why not? I didn't want my boyfriend to think he was being replaced."

He shook his head. "If your boyfriend thinks that anyone would replace him, then you shouldn't have been in that position."

I rolled my eyes and then cautiously asked, "Yeah, about that. Are you going to tell?"

"Telling is an elementary school idea my dear." I sighed with relief. "Now we just blackmail people." I was shocked. It must have shown in my expression because he laughed. He put his hands on my shoulders, as if to comfort me. "I'm kidding. Why would I blackmail you, I have nothing to gain from you."

I shook him off. "Why are you here than?"

"Well your mother called me and asked if I wouldn't mind keeping an eye on you for awhile, while she was gone. She didn't want you to get into any trouble."

"What!" I exclaimed.

"She seems to have some good reasons too."

"She has gone all conservative since she started dating Kyle. She doesn't let me do anything any more." I slumped onto the sofa.

He sat down next to me. "That is not why I came though. I am not a babysitter, not even for your mother." Again, his arm fell on my shoulders. "I came because I need you to do me a favor."

"What kind of favor?" I asked not glancing at him, still fuming about my mother's complete lack of trust.

"I need a date for a party in New York."

"What's the catch?" I was more confused than ever.

"There are some things that I need to tell you, but you have to agree do this first." His eyes fell on me.

"New York?" I asked. He nodded. "Um, how long would we be there?"

"You could stay as long as you wanted. But I would only need you for two weeks."

I thought for a second. New York. I have only been there a few times, on business with my mother. It seemed fun, a lot of clubs and stuff that I didn't see, not that I could get into any of them if I had wanted to. I met his eyes carefully, "Okay."

"Lets go," he said standing up.

"Wait, now? I need to pack."

"No you don't." I was baffled. "Where do you think you stayed when your mother came up on business?" He pulled me up. "Let's go. My jet is waiting."

He dragged me out the door to his car. "Nice car," I said admiring the vehicle.

"Just a car," he said. I stared at him and opened the door. "It is a rental," he said as if that explained everything.

"What are you doing with a jag for a rental?"

"I have money. I was surprised you didn't mention anything when I said jet." He smirked as we drove away from my house.

"I didn't think you meant private." I sat next to him and realized that I didn't really know this person at all. "You have some explaining to do," I commented

"I know." All he did was smile. I slouched in the seat as we drove to the airport in silence.

We took the exit before the commercial airport's entrance and drove a paved back road to another section of the airport, the private section.

His jet was a small white plane. The interior was black leather with white walls. "A little monochromatic don't you think?" I asked when we walked into the cabin. "Must be hard to keep clean."

"Actually, since I am the only one that uses it, it rarely gets dirty. Well, the sheets," be said pointing to the door on the right, "but they are another thing."

"Too much, Eric, too much." He smiled and sat down. "So you going to tell me what is going on?"

"Be patient, my dear. Or at least wait until lift off. Want a drink?"

I sat down next to him slowly. "Sure. What do you have?"

"Everything and anything." He opened a cabinet and pulled out a bottle of wine. Then he turned. "How about this?"

"Um, no. I don't drink alcohol."

"Right. So what do you want?" He poured himself a glass.

"Diet Coke?" He opened a lower cabinet and handed me a can. "What? No glass?"

The pilot came out and announced, "We are about to take off. Please sit down and buckle up. And Mr. Diamond, I understand that this is you plane, but can you please try not to destroy anything this time." I laughed to myself.

"What I do to my plane is my money. I know what to do and what not to do in a plane. Just do what I pay you to do." The pilot left shaking his head.

"What did you do that destroyed the plane?" I asked.

"That is for me to know and you to never find out," he said. "You want to know what is going on, right?"

"Yeah that could be helpful."

He opened a folder that I hadn't noticed before. "I need you to read this first," he said handing me a newspaper article.

I looked at it. The paper was thirteen years old. Eric had pointed to a section about a shooting at a circus. A child was missing. Her parents were killed in the crossfire. Three others were wounded.

"Did they ever find the girl?"


"Why did you show me this?" He reached over and turned the paper. I sat immobile staring at a picture of myself at age four. "What is going on?"

Eric inhaled deeply. "That is you."

"No shit! Now why am I in the paper."

Eric looked away. "You are the little girl." He held up his hand so I couldn't protest. "I found you there and took you to your mother. She raised you. You remembered nothing of that day or anytime before it."


"Many reasons. I was the one the people were shooting at is the main one. I didn't think that they would continue firing in a public place, but they did. I guess I felt guilty. I actually wanted to take care of you, but your mother convinced me otherwise. She didn't think I could raise you, at least not well. Plus I get into a lot of dangerous situations." He leaned back into the chair, waiting for my response.

"I don't know what to say. What about my other family?"

"You had none. All your grandparents were either deceased or in nursing facilities. Both your parents were only children. You would have ended up in foster care."

I nodded slowly. "Why were people trying to kill you?"

"I'll tell you when you need to know."

"This isn't one of those dangerous situations where people are going to try to kill us is it, cuz I don't think I can handle all that. You know, just a little much."

He laughed a little. "Not yet. This is just a party. I am not here to lie to you."


"You trust me?" he looked surprised.

"Why does that shock you Eric? I have known you as long as I can remember. I am sitting on a plane with you. Do I really have a choice in trust."

"You always have a choice. Most people just don't take it."

"Is that just when they are with you?"

"Yes." He sipped his wine. "Does that surprise you?"

"Just your ego." I drank the rest of my Coke. "So when is this party thing?"

"Two weeks."

"That is a long time away. Why am I here so early?"

"Are you really ready to go to a fundraiser?"

"I don't know. I thought I was going with you because you needed someone to hang on you."

He tisked me. "My dear, why would I fly all the way down to the middle of nowhere to pick up my ex-girlfriend's daughter, if I just wanted eye candy."

"I don't know."

"You can take of yourself if need be, right? I mean your mother did teach you a few things?"

"Yeah, she more or less drilled martial arts into my brain. I can also use most weaponry know to man. God knows why she taught me these things though."

A sly smile spread across his face. "Weaponry? That I didn't know." He put down the now empty wine glass. "I hope nothing does happen at this gala, but just in case, I don't want a dumb-bimbo secretary to be put in a position that she is incapable of doing anything about."

"But why me? Why not my mother? She is better at this sort of thing."

"True, but your mother and I don't get along as well as we used to. She refuses to listen to me. Plus, you are old enough to know what the hell is going on."

"Yeah, about that."

"Don't worry, when the time comes, I will explain it to you," he interrupted.

"Okay, but what makes you think that I am going to listen to you?"

That made him smile. "You don't have to, but you just should. I will have my reasons for everything I tell you to do. You can either do what I say, or not. It is your choice. I just recommend that you do what I say, since I am usually right."

"Okay, so let me get this straight. You brought me here two weeks before a fundraiser party to train me in something and so that you have someone that can defend themselves if they need to, correct." Eric nodded. "Why?"

"Because I felt like it."

"Now that I understand. Lets get to it."

"I would, but it isn't so much as training, but seeing what you can do and making sure that you act well. None of that we can do until we get to my house."

"This sounds like you are the CIA," I said shaking my head.

He leaned over me. "My dear, if you are as good as your mother says and I think you are, you are better than the CIA. Now relax and enjoy yourself. When we land we go shopping."

I had another hour to think about the past hour of my life. It sucked. I couldn't wait to land and get my mind off what I had just been told. My parents were dead. The woman who had raised me really wasn't my mother. That last detail was kind of shocking. I looked just like her, well almost, we had slight differences, but we looked like family. I had always assumed that our differences were from my father.

It was a lot to just accept. But I did it anyway. I accepted it and hid it away in my mind. I was a teenager and very capable of doing such things. I had gotten used to it, pushing things that hurt me away.

Eric said nothing more to me the rest of the flight, which was unnerving. He had shared so much with me and I had many questions, but I could tell just from looking at him that he wasn't going to talk to me anymore. At least not yet.