es, all starring his Alpha father, appeared on his small screen. After scanning t

a fairly quiet evening, so it doesn't take too long before he arrives at the upper ea

ng to be at the office. And if he wasn't, he had no idea what he would do because there was no way

and wait for him there all nig

that his father is very much a workah

levator, making his way to the tenth floor. When he steps tentatively out of the elevat

n Wi

's the name of his father, he knows as much from the news

; he had a whole other family. And his father didn't even know abou

father, just like all the other kids. Years of being teased and feeling

re than anything, hid it from him; she kept his

ind him as Alex continues to stare at his fat

, but even before he actua

o calm his nerves, Alex turns ever so slowly, ex

hose expression turns from concern and confusion

on-up with folded sleeves, a couple of buttons undone, and a loose tie a

powerful

he more the man is watching Alex like he is seeing a ghost. Finally, the man breaks

st like his mo

Will." He wants to face-palm himself almost as soon as the words escape his lip

en gestures with his head to

ather's eyes burning holes in him. When he finally looks up again, Damon is watching his fingers with

len," he manages in a small voice, sl

ame; he even tried to know why his mother ga

was no mistaking that boy. His suspicions were confirmed when he started to fidget with

f almost every night since he last saw her,

how he

has a whole new family. And it doesn't matter tha

ng happen to her?" He asks, dre

ticing Damon's sudden distress. "It's just, um, I think..." Alex takes

k in. He had suspicions when the boy first turned to face him, e

len, but the boy has his eyes;

really takes him in from head to toe, as his lungs burn for air

and he have a son to

s his mouth, a million questions racing through his m

es and says, "I should have never... I shouldn't have. I'm sorry." then the boy is turni

ut frantically, stepping

from Damon to the elevator and back again. When he remains silent and

elevators. When they finally arrive at Damon's office, which feels like an eternity later

rward. "14," he responds shortly, looking around at

Allen Heat. But how come she never told him about

but a phone call ends his sentence. Alex quic

ught in his throat when he manages

g a picture of Allen and Alex, who look a few years younger. Damon can't help but

but she looks so different. A littl

ices him staring. "Is she... is she... do

ad, clearly not wanting

e is so much more he wants to know, s

k up at Damon, and it seems like he's contemplating his response. He opens his mouth again to say the words he fin

lex, who has a sad expression on his face, which h

ore he can stop himself, rubbing the back o

his gaze back to his fingers, which

y out of sorts and wa

would never see Allen again, and n

d loaded, and Damon has no idea what he is su

looks down at it; it's lying face down on

ow, he ju

an unknown caller ID. He lost all his contacts a few years ago, so this

eyes are pleading, "Please, don't answer it." He says

ing that he needs to be a responsible adult.

on just shakes his head and holds i

im for the voice that sounds at the other end

*

spot on the couch while her best friend paces

My 15-year-ol son is off somewhere all alone, searching for my..." Allen trails off, having no idea how to

ink." Maya replies just as ca

quickly, cutting her off.

en hands in hers and looking her straight in the eyes. "Allen, I'm sorry, but

right. Eventually she sighs heavily in defeat, her glaring eyes softening. "I know, I know..." she

hug. "I know," she says softly, "but I'll

her contacts with trembling fingers, releasing a shak

mo

t and only link she still had to him. Every so often, she finds herself bl

as her mind entertained the tho

e neve

nerves, while Maya places a comforting hand on her shoulder. She gives her

ed nod, she looks back down at the phone, presse

her breath hitching in her throat. Everything around her spins, and when she feels coherent

rom his life. Her min

like to admit. It's not very surprising; if you think about it log

breaking her out of her thoughts. "Damon," she finally breathes out, then

hen, after a short pause, he ad

n think of to describe the way the man is talking. Like the

anymore. 15 years is a very long time; neither o

st literally feeling the world move

d, Damon was saying goodbye and hanging up just as quickly

't want to talk to