A/N: Ok so RawrImaDinoKitten mentioned short stories in a review and it got me thinking. And here is the result! Enjoy! Review!

Nathaniel and Elisha

Nathaniel scanned the store looking for Elisha. He was almost finished shopping and Jessamin would be expecting him soon. With a sigh he bought the bread they needed and started to slowly walk home.

"Lookin' for me?"

Nathaniel spun and grinned. "Elisha, I did not think I would see you today."

Elisha shrugged. "Don' have no where else ta be."

"Will you walk with me?" Nathaniel asked.

"Sure," Elisha answered with another shrug.

"I bought you something," Nathaniel said, once they were out of the store. They were an odd pair. Nathaniel was dressed in the latest fashion while Elisha was wearing the only pair of jeans he owned and a threadbare shirt.

"You don' need ta buy me nothin'" Elisha muttered, eyes on his shoes.

"I wanted to," Nathaniel said firmly, tugging a cheese roll out of his bag. He held it out to Elisha with a smile.

Elisha couldn't help but smile back and accept it. He ate as they walked. Nathaniel chattered as they walked talking about all of the people he lived with. Oddly enough Nathaniel never used their names just descriptions. Elisha didn't even know who Nathaniel worked for. He just called her 'the mistress' all the time.

Elisha stopped at the gate to the large property. He glanced up at the mansion and paused there was someone watching from a high window.

"Elisha?" Nathaniel asked.

Elisha jumped and looked back at Nathaniel. "Yeah?"

"Are you alright?"

"Yeah, I just saw someone up there," he said waving up at the mansion.

Nathaniel frowned up the driveway. "The mistress must be waiting for me. Will I see you tomorrow?"

"I guess," Elisha answered, taking a step back. It was the same answer he always gave Nathaniel. "See ya, rich boy," he called as he walked away.

Nathaniel watched until Elisha rounded the corner before heading up to the mansion that Jessamin lived in. She was waiting for him at the door. "Who was that, Nathaniel?"

Nathaniel shrugged. "Just a local boy."

"You should not be spending time with the locals. We will not be staying much longer."

Nathaniel looked up. "You are going to turn us soon?"

"Tonight."

Nathaniel caught his breath. 'I won't be able to say goodbye,' he thought wistfully. "I see. Are the others aware?"

"Yes."

"I'm ready," Nathaniel said firmly.

"I know you are, darling," Jessamin said fondly, stroking his cheek. "You will never disappoint me, will you, Nathaniel?"

"No, Mother, I will never disappoint you," Nathaniel confirmed. Jessamin nodded in satisfaction and glided away. Nathaniel went to the kitchen to put the groceries away. The others were gathered around the table, waiting for him.

"What's going to happen, Nate?" Lillianna, a petit pretty blue eyed brunette, asked.

"You know already, Lillianna," Nathaniel answered.

"Tell us again," Rachel demanded. Rachel was tall, brunette and beautiful rather than pretty with sky blue eyes.

Nathaniel sighed as he put the food away. They wouldn't need much if Jessamin was changing them tomorrow. "She'll drink from us right before it's time to sleep for the day," Nathaniel said, repeating what they already knew, "taking enough that it should kill us, but she will transfer the Vampiric Magic to us at the same time. Over the course of the day our bodies will adjust and we will wake at dusk, turned."

"It sounds so simple when you say it, but really it's scary as hell to think about," Gregory snapped. He was like the girls a blue eyed brunette, something Jessamin had a thing for.

"Jessamin knows what she's doing. We don't have anything to worry about," Nathaniel told them.

"Yeah, we all know you're not nervous," Rachel grumbled. "You've lived here for years. We've been here for a few months."

"You agreed to this," Nathaniel reminded her, joining them at the table.

"I know, but that doesn't stop me from being scared," Rachel murmured.

"Everything will be fine. Don't forget that you jumped at her offer. If you have doubts, tell Jessamin now and back out," Nathaniel told her. "You have to have the will to survive or your body will reject the magic and die."

"I will survive," Rachel said steel in her voice.

"So stop asking about it," Nathaniel told them. "I'm tired of explaining it. I have better things to do with my time."

"Like playing around with that street kid?" Lillianna asked scathingly. "We're so much better than him, Nate. He will never understand you. He doesn't come from money like we do."

"Leave it alone," Nathaniel said coldly, rising to his feet.

"He'll never trust you," Gregory pointed out. "Even normals instinctively fear Vampires and they're not very well known yet. It's been what fifty years since magic was released?"

"Fifty two," Nathaniel corrected, stopping at the door.

"Stop thinking about him, Nate," Lillianna said persuasively. "We'll take care of you. You won't need a human."

"I said leave it," Nathaniel snapped, stalking from the room.

"It's not fair," Rachel snapped. "He's Jessamin's favorite. We don't mean squat to her. We're here to keep him happy and he couldn't care less about us."

"We'll deal," Gregory said leaning back in his chair. "Once we're turned, he'll forget about that boy."

"Or eat him," Lillianna said cruelly. "That would be even better." The other two laughed.

Nathaniel stood, fists clenched, outside the door. He glared blackly at it. He knew they were partially right. He was Jessamin's favorite. They were here just for him. But they were wrong, too; he would never hurt Elisha, never. He stalked away to his room, not noticing Jessamin watching from the shadows.

/~/~/

Elisha watched his house, waiting for the lights to turn off. It wouldn't be safe to sneak in until it was dark inside. Elisha stilled looking around cautiously. He felt something like someone was watching him, but no one was there. Elisha hesitated, and then headed for his house. His father would be better than getting murdered in the street.

He took two steps and was grabbed from behind. His mouth was covered and a strong arm pinned his own arms to his sides. Elisha struggled and tried to scream, but it was muffled by the restraining hand. His head was forced back and a cold voice hissed in his ear, "You should have stayed away from what is mine." Sharp teeth sank into his neck and Elisha screamed again struggling harder. Elisha's struggles weakened until at last he succumbed to unconsciousness.

/~/~

Slowly, Elisha regained consciousness. The sun was about to rise. He struggled to his feet feeling sluggish. Operating on auto pilot, Elisha slipped silently into his house and went down the hall to his room. He closed the door behind him and set the chair under the knob. Safe at last, Elisha crawled in bed and pulled the blankets all the way over his head.

He wasn't sure how long he slept, but when he woke it was full dark. Elisha sat up and stared around his room. The house was quiet and something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what. It took him another minute to figure it out. The lights were off. The curtains were drawn. But he could see as if it was noon.

Memory hit him and his hands flew up to his neck. Franticly, he felt around, but there was nothing not a single mark. Panting for breath, Elisha stumbled up and looked in his mirror. Blood was caked on his shirt and a pale face stared back at him, much paler than he had been before. "Oh my God," he murmured, staring at the fangs in his mouth.

A sudden pounding on his bedroom door startled him and he whipped around. He could smell the hot blood as the pounding sounded again. "Open this door, you fucking bastard!"

His father's voice and suddenly Elisha was hit with a sharp pang of hunger. 'I have to get out of here,' he thought, 'if I don't I'll kill him.'

Determinedly, Elisha focused on getting away. He stripped out of his bloody shirt and scooped a clean one off the foot of his bed. Elisha opened the window and jumped down. He landed easily, mush easier than he normally did when he tried that. He put the shirt on as he walked.

The hunger pains got worse and he whimpered. They smelled so good, but it was wrong. He needed help. He had no one to help him. His thoughts spun, wild and out of focus, the vampire need warring with human morals. When suddenly it stopped just as Nathaniel stepped out of an alley in front of him.

Nathaniel frowned at him. "Elisha? What are you doing out at night? It's not safe here, you should go home," Nathaniel said as he moved closer.

Elisha stumbled back. "S-stay away from me!"

Nathaniel froze and anguish crossed his face before the expression smoothed out. "I would never hurt you, Elisha."

"No," Elisha denied, the hunger surging up again. "Not you, me. You have to stay away from me."

"Elisha?" Nathaniel questioned confused, taking a step closer.

Elisha froze. "You don't smell like them."

Nathaniel chuckled. "I'm surprised you can smell me. I thought I was clean."

Elisha stared at him and something clicked in his head. "You smell like me."

"What-" Nathaniel started then stopped looking closer at Elisha. "Come here, Elisha," he commanded. Numbly, Elisha responded to the power in the voice. Nathaniel tipped his chin up breathing his scent. "You're turned," Nathaniel murmured, shocked. "Elisha, what happened?"

"I- I don't know," he stammered. His gaze drifted away. "They smell so good."

Nathaniel wrapped an arm around his waist. "Let's go, Elisha. I'll help you. I'll fix it, trust me."

"Ok," Elisha murmured leaning into him.

Nathaniel led him down the alley and stopped halfway. He brought his left wrist to his mouth and neatly slit it open with his own fangs. Elisha shied away when Nathaniel pressed the wrist to his mouth. "Drink, Elisha. You need to feed before you do something you regret."

"I walked away," Elisha told him. "I didn't hurt him. I wanted to. I want to go back. He's mean. He hurts me but I walked away. It hurts, Nathaniel, it hurts!"

"Drink," Nathaniel insisted, letting power slip into his voice and pressing his wrist to Elisha's mouth once more.

This time Elisha took the offer and bit down his hands coming up to hold Nathaniel's arm in place. Nathaniel held him close sinking down to sit on the ground, Elisha settled on his lap. It didn't take long for Elisha to stop. He instinctively licked the wound, closing it up as if it had never been.

"What's going on?" Elisha asked, sounding a bit more like himself, but still scared.

"I'm not quite sure," Nathaniel admitted, petting his hair. "You know you're a vampire?"

"I figured that much out on my own, Nathaniel," Elisha said a bite to his words.

"We need to find out who turned you and why," Nathaniel told him. "Up, we need to talk with Mother."

Elisha scrambled off of Nathaniel and stood up. "Who's Mother? You told me you didn't have a mother."

"My Mother, my creator. She will know what's going on," Nathaniel told him. Taking Elisha by the hand he led him through the city.

"Nathaniel, a girl did this," Elisha whispered.

"Are you sure?" Nathaniel asked, not stopping.

"Yes, she said- she said 'you should have stayed away from what is mine'," Elisha said. Nathaniel grimaced at the scent of fear pouring off Elisha. The very memory scared him, but then why wouldn't it? He's been turned without consent.

"We'll fix it," Nathaniel repeated.

"You can't. You can't change me back," Elisha snapped pulling away. "You weren't like this yesterday! What the hell happened to you?"

"I was given a choice," Nathaniel told him looking away. "Mother let me choose to join her or leave forever. I didn't have anywhere else to go, Elisha. I asked her to wait, though. I didn't want to be forever a child. She waited until I turned twenty and found me some companions."

"There are more Vampires?" Elisha asked an edge to his voice.

"Yes," Nathaniel hesitated, "You can come meet them. No one will hurt you, Elisha. I promise."

Elisha quivered. "I'm still hungry, Nathaniel," he whispered strained.

Nathaniel grabbed his hand again. "Come, we need to see Mother."

"Not my mother," Elisha muttered.

"She will be," Nathaniel hesitated. "I think she may be."

"My mother is dead," Elisha snapped. "I don't want another one." He froze going absolutely still not even breathing. "What do you mean she may be?"

"Mother is the only Vampire here with the power to turn another," Nathaniel whispered, tugging him back into motion. "Hurry, I was supposed to be back already. It will be dawn in a few hours."

Elisha said nothing more as Nathaniel guided him through the city at a rapid pace, much faster than a human could even run. The mansion loomed ahead and a hard knot of fear twisted inside him. He didn't want to go there, but he couldn't pull away from Nathaniel either.

Nathaniel opened the door and pulled Elisha through it. As he shut the door Lillianna squealed, "Nathaniel! You're home!" She started to lunge forward, but stopped glaring at Elisha. "What is he doing here? Mother won't be happy, Nathaniel."

"I'm not," Jessamin said coldly from the top of the stairs. "Explain yourself, Nathaniel."

The other three gathered across the room, not wanting Jessamin's anger to hit them. Nathaniel took a breath and looked up at his Mother. "I found him like this."

"Found him like what? How dare you bring a human into my home," Jessamin hissed, starting down the stairs.

"He's turned," Nathaniel murmured to his feet.

Jessamin flew down the rest of the stairs before they could blink and grabbed Elisha by the chin, jerking him close. Nathaniel made an alarmed sound and half reached out, before he could complete the move Jessamin pushed Elisha away, hard. He slammed into the door cracking it slightly. Elisha cried out in pain and fell to the ground. Jessamin stood over him absolutely furious. "Well, this little mistake will be easy to fix," she said pleasantly and raised a hand.

Nathaniel lunged forward stepping between them. "No! Mother don't, I- I want him."

Jessamin ground her teeth, before her expression abruptly smoothed out and she smiled sweetly. "Very well, darling. You may keep him." She swept back up the stairs and disappeared.

"…I thought for sure she was going to kill you," Gregory muttered sourly. "Pity she didn't."

Nathaniel glared at him. "Be careful, Gregory. Even though she's angry with me right now, I am still her favorite."

"Ha, she won't keep you around. You're not perfect anymore," Gregory said scathingly. "You defied her over that."

Nathaniel snarled as Elisha climbed slowly back to his feet. "Back off, Gregory."

"What's his name?" Lillianna asked curiously.

"Why don't you ask him?" Nathaniel asked scathingly.

Lillianna arched an eyebrow. "Because he's a nobody."

"Thanks," Elisha muttered. "You can call me Eli." Nathaniel shot him a startled look, but Elisha ignored it. These jerks didn't deserve to use his full name.

Lillianna sniffed. Rachel, however, smiled and offered a hand. "It's nice to meet you. I'm Rachel."

Elisha hesitated a second before shaking her hand. "Nice to meet you," he muttered.

"How old are you, Eli?" Rachel asked curiously.

"Seventeen."

Rachel hissed. "You're not an adult."

Elisha nodded, puzzled. "No, why?"

"It's illegal for minors to be turned," Nathaniel explained. "Werewolves have the same law. If you're not born into their curse you can't be changed until you are a legal adult."

Elisha shrugged. "Too late now."

"Obviously," Lillianna said scathingly, "but you better not say anything or you'll get Mother in trouble."

"She's the one that broke the rules," Elisha pointed out. "I didn't do anything."

"Ha, you should have stayed away from Nathaniel," Lillianna snapped.

Elisha glared. "I didn't ask him to start talkin' to me," Elisha snapped back.

Lillianna slapped him, knocking him right off his feet. "Don't you dare take that tone with me, you little gutter rat!"

In the next instant Nathaniel had her by the throat lifted off the ground. "You will not touch him," Nathaniel said in a low deadly tone. "Touch him again and you die. Understand?"

"Y-yes," Lillianna managed to choke out. Nathaniel dropped her. Lillianna fell hard and scrambled away from Nathaniel and back to her feet. "I hate you, Nate! You're so mean! He's not worth anything!" she screamed at him and fled up the stairs.

"Way to go," Gregory growled.

"She should have kept her hands to herself," Nathaniel said flatly, reaching toward Elisha to check on him. He stilled when Elisha flinched away and let Elisha climb back to his feet on his own.

Gregory glared at him. "Considering our continued existence relies on you, don't you think you could at least pretend to like us? It's not like we can do anything to change your mind about us, but I don't really want Jessamin to kill us for displeasing you."

Nathaniel scowled at him. "Go spend some time with Lillianna, Gregory." Gregory looked, if possible, even more furious, but turned and stalked up the stairs without another word.

"Well," Rachel remarked, "life just got much more interesting."

/~/~/

It didn't take Elisha very long to figure out what Gregory had meant by their existence relying on Nathaniel. Everything she did was for him. The human staff she kept were all to Nathaniel's taste. He got the best room. He got whatever he asked for including, it seemed, Elisha.

In Jessamin's eyes Elisha was of absolutely no importance. The others were there to keep Nathaniel happy. It took two days before he figured out that they were there for Nathaniel to sleep with. With the hunger came lust and Jessamin didn't like to be touched so she provided others for her favorite child.

Elisha was just relieved no one had tried touching him. He doubted they'd like his reaction to that. But while none of them tried to sleep with him, Lillianna and Gregory had no problems hurting him. Rachel saw but said nothing against it. Elisha dealt with it like he always had in the past. He kept him mouth shut and hid the injuries.

Elisha glanced at his bedroom door waiting for the knock. Nathaniel sighed from the other side. "Why do you make me knock? You know I'm here."

"Come in if you want," Elisha told him.

Nathaniel came in and silently closed the door behind him. "What are you doing?" he asked quietly.

"Drawing," Elisha answered, not taking his eyes off the paper in front of him.

Nathaniel settled on the floor next to him. "Do you want some real drawing supplies?" Nathaniel asked after a few minutes of watching.

"Jessamin doesn't spend money on me," Elisha said dryly not looking at him.

"She will, if I ask for it," Nathaniel muttered frowning at him. "When was the last time you fed?"

Elisha shrugged. "I don't need real art supplies," he answered, ignoring the question.

"Yes, you do," Nathaniel refuted. "When was the last time you fed, Elisha?"

"I've asked you not to call me that. I don't want them to think they have the right just because you can. You never know if they're listening," Elisha grumbled.

"Then answer me. When was the last time you fed?"

"You sound like a broken record."

"Eli," Nathaniel said exasperated.

Elisha turned his head away his hand stilling on the paper. "The day before yesterday."

Nathaniel cursed. "Why? You should be feeding twice a day still."

"Jessamin said I had to ask her for feeding privileges and she hasn't been around."

"This is ridiculous," Nathaniel snapped angrily, causing Elisha to flinch. "Here," Nathaniel said in a calmer tone. He cut open his wrist and offered it to Elisha.

"Nathaniel-"

"Drink," Nathaniel commanded. Elisha didn't protest again. He was hungry and Nathaniel smelled so good.

He ended up cuddled on Nathaniel's lap with Nathaniel idly petting his hair. Elisha made no move to get up when he was full merely leaned in close enjoying the sensation. "Nathaniel?" he asked after a long moment.

"Hmm?"

"How come you don't fuck me?"

Nathaniel cringed. "Did you have to phrase it that way?" Elisha stiffened and pulled away. Nathaniel wrapped his arms around Elisha pulling him back in. "You're seventeen, Eli, and you don't seem to like them near you let alone touching you."

"I'm eighteen and I don't want them to touch me," Elisha snapped. "You aren't them."

"You said you were seventeen," Nathaniel protested.

Elisha jerked away to glared at him. "That was six months ago, genius. I turned eighteen two months ago."

"Oh," Nathaniel muttered. "You want me to?" Nathaniel asked hesitantly. Elisha glared at him. "Right, stupid question."

"Ya think?"

"Grammar," Nathaniel corrected automatically.

Elisha groaned, irritated, and sunk his hands in Nathaniel's hair pulling him into a kiss. Elisha was surprised when Nathaniel didn't take control, just let him do as he pleased. Nathaniel wasn't passive, he responded eagerly, but he very clearly didn't want to be in charge. As they stripped each other Elisha dimly noticed that Nathaniel kept petting certain spots and he realized with a jolt that Nathaniel was checking the dark bruises that stood out on his pale skin.

"It's ok," Elisha murmured, pressing another kiss to Nathaniel's mouth. "They're not as bad as home was." Nathaniel surged up to kiss him, scattering his thoughts and focusing what little attention he had back to Nathaniel.

After, they lay tangled together. Nathaniel idly petting and stroking Elisha's back. "Why do you pet me so much?" Elisha asked drowsily.

"Because I like to," Nathaniel answered contentedly.

"You're so weird," Elisha muttered as his eyes slipped closed and he fell asleep.

Nathaniel waited a long minute, making sure Elisha was going to stay asleep before pressing a gentle kiss to his mouth and murmuring, "I love you, Elisha," and settling down to sleep himself.

/~/~/

When Elisha woke the next evening he was alone. Elisha tensed pulling the blankets close and staring at the door. 'He left,' Elisha thought depressed. He rolled over and curled into a miserable ball his back to the door. A few minutes later the door swung open and Nathaniel breezed in and jumped on the bed. He tugged Elisha close and kissed him soundly.

Elisha blinked up at him in surprise. "What…" he trailed off not knowing what to ask.

Nathaniel smiled. "I brought you breakfast," he said motioning at the human that had followed him in.

Elisha shook his head. "Jessamin said-"

"I talked to Mother," Nathaniel interrupted. "You can feed when you want now."

The girl waited patiently as Elisha struggled into a pair of pants. She kept her eyes politely averted. You never knew how the Vampires were going to react and submissive was always better. There was no pain with the bite, merely a kind of numb feeling. She decided she liked Master Eli. Other than Master Nathaniel none of the others were careful not to hurt.

Elisha stepped back after he sealed the small wounds. "Thank you," he murmured. The girl curtsied and left as soundlessly as she had come in.

"Do you feel better?" Nathaniel asked examining him intently.

Elisha raised an eyebrow. "I was fine before."

"Your bruises are gone," Nathaniel said softly, trailing his fingers across Elisha's ribs.

Elisha glanced down startled. "Normally it takes longer."

"Feeding and proper sleep aids healing," Nathaniel told him. "Jessamin should be teaching you this."

"Why would she?" Elisha asked, gathering clean clothes and heading toward the door. "I was a mistake. She hates me, Nathaniel. She'd be happy if I died permanently. She's not going to teach me anything."

"Then I will," Nathaniel said following him to the bathroom.

"Are you going to watch me bathe?" Elisha asked curiously.

"If you do not object."

Elisha rolled his eyes. "Shut the door. I don't want the others to walk in."

"They won't," Nathaniel said coolly, even as he shut the door.

Elisha went still. "What did you do, Nathaniel?"

"I merely told Mother I didn't need them anymore. She released them from the house."

"What does that mean?"

"They were bound to the house, Eli," Nathaniel said slowly. "Mother won't bind me because I don't like it. I don't know why she didn't bind you, but they couldn't leave. Not until she released them."

"She probably wanted me to go crazy and get killed by a Hunter," Elisha muttered.

Nathaniel said nothing as Elisha slipped into the shower. He couldn't argue, because most likely Elisha was right. "What do you want to do tonight?" Nathaniel asked changing the subject.

Elisha stayed silent as he washed his hair, but Nathaniel merely waited patiently. "I want to leave," Elisha finally answered. "I want to find somewhere away from Jessamin. I want my own home. I want somewhere safe."

"Ok," Nathaniel agreed.

Elisha choked and tugged the shower curtain open. "What? That's it? Ok?"

"Yes," Nathaniel said clamly. "Where do you want to go?"

"I don't know," Elisha said sounding lost. "I didn't think you'd ever want to leave."

"Think about it," Nathaniel told him. "We'll leave whenever you decide."

Elisha tugged the curtain closed and went back to scrubbing. "I want to go as far away from Jessamin as possible."

"The other side of the world?" Nathaniel asked.

"Hmmm, ok maybe not that drastic. The other side of the U.S. should be ok," Elisha answered. "I want to set up somewhere where we'll have control of the city."

"You want to be a Master Vampire."

"Yes. I want to be powerful enough that no one will try to hurt me ever again."

"There are very few Vampires in the States," Nathaniel said thoughtfully. "I can find something for you. I will stay with you and aid you in founding a Coven."

Elisha shut off the water. "Will you stay forever?"

"I will stay as long as you want me to."

"Then you'll be staying forever," Elisha said stepping out of the shower. He moved to stand in between Nathaniel's legs and wound his arms around his neck. "I want you to stay forever."

Nathaniel smiled slow and hot. "And I will give you Seattle so that we will have a forever."

Elisha laughed and kissed him. "Love you, Nathaniel."

"Forever," Nathaniel murmured, kissing him back.

/~/~/

Far into the future. (Hadyn is seven)

/~/~/

"What do you mean you're leaving?" Eli demanded, staring at Nathaniel.

"I have to go, Eli," Nathaniel answered, still packing. "Mother Called me. She needs me to perform a task."

"So, you're just going to leave again?" Eli snapped.

Nathaniel paused, eyes closed. "It's not like that, Eli. I'll be back. She just needs me to train a mage."

"Her precious prophesy child?" Eli spat. "You'd leave me for him?"

"I'll be back, Eli. It's not forever."

"Leaving is leaving," Eli snarled.

"…you left me a long time ago," Nathaniel murmured.

"What?" Eli asked incredulous. "How can you say that? I've never left you. You're the one that leaves to perform all of Jessamin's tasks."

"You're not Elisha anymore," Nathaniel told him, zipping his bag closed. "You've forgotten him. Elisha is gone. I haven't seen any sign of him in decades. All that's left is Eli Wellington, Master Vampire of Seattle."

Eli stared at him frozen as Nathaniel turned to face him.

"As you are Eli, I will be Nate. Perhaps one day Elisha and Nathaniel will meet again," Nate murmured as he walked out. "Maybe when this task is finished and the prophesied one doesn't need me anymore."'

A/N: I know the story kind of stops, but Nate and Eli don't meet up again until Nate returns to Seattle after Hadyn transfers. I wasn't sure if I was going to add the bit at the end when Nat leaves to train Hadyn, but decided to, to explain why Eli was so bitchy when you first meet him in Hadyn.