Frederic stormed out of the interrogation room and shoved the bodyguard as hard as he could against the wall, "What was that?"
"What was what?" The bodyguard said
Frederic swore that he was going to punch him right there, "She's married to him?"
"Be quiet," the guard said threateningly, "Hardly anyone knows it and we don't want it falling on the wrong ears. Yes, she's married to him. She married him right before Joseph died and they've been trying to keep it quiet ever since. That's how Bernard works, if he finds out that she's close to someone, then he'll come after them and kill them. He's the only one that she'll listen to and so you get in there and confirm that it's him because if it's not then we're all as good as dead. "
"And what am I supposed to ask him? Hm? I don't even know anything which could confirm or deny if he's real or not. Especially since you people aren't telling me everything that I need to know!"
"Just ask how everyone died," the bodyguard told him, "That'll be confirmation enough."
When Frederic came back in, David had an amused smirk on his face, "So, they didn't tell you, huh?"
"You married my daughter," he snapped angrily.
"Yes, I remember quite well. I was there."
"You're as old as I am!" he snapped.
"Oh, you're older by a few years," David said defensively and then rolled his eyes at Frederic's anger, "Oh come on, we were the only two left and she was in desperate need for someone and I loved her. What else was I supposed to do?"
Frederic gripped the table, when he held Naomi for the first time after she was born; he'd sworn that no man would be good enough for her. . But he understood that she'd get married eventually.
But she married a Guardian. Of all the rats in the world, she chose to marry one of them. He would've understood it better if she'd married Bernard because he was manipulative and could work his way in her heart. However she hadn't married him, she'd married David Jefferson. He was probably the reason that she was a fire starter and if it weren't for him and group that he represented then she'd be off teaching or whatever her real dream was.
If it wasn't for people like him and the group they represented then he could've been a father.
"I take it you're not too happy about this?" David asked.
"If I didn't worry about the consequences of what Naomi would do to my wellbeing, then I'd kill you right here and we wouldn't have to worry about you being legitimate or not."
"Well, you wouldn't want that, would you? I'm the only Guardian left as far as I know. And even if I weren't, I'd be the only Guardian to take you home. But just so you know, if it weren't for the fact that I love my wife and I care for my own wellbeing then I'd leave you here to rot as well. You're just as much to blame for this mess as I am. However, as much as I'd love to make you pay your penance as I'm paying, Naomi thinks it's imperative for you to go home."
"How did the others die?" He demanded. He didn't want to be in here any longer than possible, he didn't want to think about David touching his daughter any more than he had to.
He shuddered at the thought.
"Joseph was the first to die. Bernard went after him for two years and when he finally got what he wanted it was Naomi who accidently pulled the trigger…and by pulled the trigger I mean used her ability. Bernard hit her hard that time. She never really recovered from his death. It was eight months before she stopped crying herself to sleep. Then he went after Able, he took the man's wife and son hostage and sent a message for Able to meet him somewhere. Able didn't know it was Bernard's doing until he and Naomi got there. Both she and his wife watched as Able was pumped full of bullets and then he took Naomi hostage for a year. She was kept in a small dark room for most of that time with limited air supply so that she couldn't conjure up her ability without suffocating and he filled her with terrifying visions until Lisa came in to get her out. Naomi escaped but Lisa didn't..."
"What happened to Jane?"
"She was ripped apart by three people that Bernard sent. She died a long time ago, maybe even before Joseph, but I can't remember.
"And how did you survive?"
Frederic blinked, "What?"
David leaned in so that the others couldn't here, "I didn't survive. This is my personality and my memories but it's in a clone's body. I have one created every other month so that even if this body's killed then Naomi won't be alone... She's the only one that knows this so confirm it with her."
"And how would you keep your memories up to date?"
"I log in everything, all the smells all the sights and the clones are given an update daily so that Naomi not only has an accurate diary, she has someone that'll take care of her."
"If only the others had thought of that."
"Doubtful. I don't think she could live with losing the others over and over. If she lost Joseph for a second time then she probably couldn't handle it. Anyway, that year was when we lost her for good. She was never the same after being in Bernard's care for a year."
"She doesn't talk about it. She wasn't...she wasn't assaulted in any way except for what he did to her mind, our tests confirmed that…but it was like she was gone. Everything that made Naomi wasn't her anymore and-"
The door flew open and Naomi walked through.
"Is it him?" she asked her father.
"I think so," Frederic leaned in to whisper in her ear, "He's a clone. He said you were the only one that knows about it so do with that what you will."
"Thank you," she said tersely, "You can go."
Frederic looked between the both of them and reluctantly left, of all the people in the world she married him. He just…couldn't comprehend that.
"Go," Naomi ordered again.
"What did he say to you?" her bodyguard asked when he came out of the room.
"None of your business," Frederic snapped and watched as David and Naomi began to talk. They couldn't hear what was being said. Naomi must've switched off the sound before she came to talk with him, "So what happens now?"
"I suppose she'll want to have the baby and we'll go from there."
"Does he love her?"
"Beyond any doubt."
Frederic felt his stomach recoil at the thought, "Does she love him?"
"Now that's a little harder to figure. She's happier when he…or…one of him is here, I can tell you that much. But I don't know if she loves him or not. Maybe in her own way I think that maybe she does."
"What does that mean for me?" he watched as David put his hand on Naomi's stomach and Naomi's fingers grazed on the back of his hand. It was a loving gesture, and one that he would've missed if he didn't know what he was looking for.
"Well sir, I guess it means that when Naomi thinks you need all you need to know, then you're going to go home."