33 Apocalypse Ave., Saturday Morning

[bitten_notshy]

Jack had skipped out on prom the night before. Watching children fumble toward each other in formalwear simply didn't sound very appealing, and anyhow there was a certain club in Baltimore that seemed much more deserving of his still-somewhat-one-note attention. (There were .... dancers. Very talented dancers. Though none, he had to admit, quite as flexible as Navaan.) He was on the hazy line between hungover and still drunk when he stumbled downstairs this morning.

He poured a mound of coffee into the brewer, turned it on, and sat at the table, trying to decide if the pleasure of a hit of nicotine was worth the trouble of figuring out where he'd last left his cigarettes. A small pink feather fell out of his hair and landed just beyond his fingertips, and he looked at it stupidly. He didn't remember getting that close to the stage.

[OOC: For housemates, visitors and AU kiddoes. Navaan link NSFW.]

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[alliance-brat.livejournal.com]

There was a tiny person at the door - actually, there had been one for a little while now. Since no one had answered the door the first time around, Hannah had taken a seat by said door and wasted some time messing around with her datapad.

Now, though, she could hear some noise inside. She got back up and rapped on the door again.

[bitten_notshy]

Oh god, why was somebody visiting this early? Jack cursed, then pushed his chair away from the table and lumbered toward the living room. He opened the door a crack at first, then wider when he saw it was just a little girl.

It was, apparently, One of Those Weekends, since the few children on the island never turned up on doorsteps any other time. He didn't know which precise type of One of Those Weekends it was, but he figured the girl would let him know soon enough.

"... hello," he said. "Are you looking for someone?"

[alliance-brat.livejournal.com]

Hannah gave him a little wave, accompanied by a wry smile that brought some deadpan to her answering, "Hi, dad."

Better not to dance around that and waste time.

[bitten_notshy]

Dad. Right. That kind of One of Those Weekends.

The girl couldn't be one of the triplets: Her hair was far darker and curlier. And she didn't have Felix's accent, either.

Which meant Jack had absolutely no idea who she was.

"Hi," he repeated, slightly wryly. "I don't suppose you remember your name, do you?"

[alliance-brat.livejournal.com]

"No, I must've lost it," Hannah said, her deadpan now only slightly marred by a measure of good cheer.

"That was a joke," she added a beat later. "'m Hannah Alenko."

[bitten_notshy]

Hannah. Well, at least they'd given her a decent n- Oh, hell.

"I figured. It's good to see you, Hannah," Jack said, keeping his composure somehow as he stepped back from the door. "Come in and I'll get your ... other dad."

He didn't bother asking if the other parent was in fact Kaidan. There were only so many Alenkos in the world, and even fewer in Jack's orbit.

"Kaidan?" he called up the stairs. "We have a visitor."

[not_a_whiner]

"I don't really have time," Kaidan called down - a moment later he was coming down the stairs. "Alliance just sent over a new representative to deal with our Portalocity connection and I have to help her move i-- uh, hi."

Child. Okay then.

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"Hi," Hannah said laconically.

[bitten_notshy]

"This is Miss Hannah Alenko," Jack explained. "She called me Dad."

His tone was calm, but from his expression it was clear he hoped this was as weird for Kaidan as it was for him.

[not_a_whiner]

Yeah, don't worry about that, Jack: Kaidan looked like his eyes were about to pop out of his head.

"...Excuse me?"

[alliance-brat.livejournal.com]

Hannah heaved a sigh. "You're both my fathers," she said. "There's a big portal out in town - I hung around for a while, there were a lot of other kids. Some from the same parents but different places. Don't worry so much."

[bitten_notshy]

"I think this is a perfectly normal amount of worrying," Jack said. "If anything we aren't worrying enough."

He ran a hand through his hair, dislodging what he hoped was the last feather. "So -- how did you decide to go jumping through a portal?"

He hadn't been surprised by that fact about his previous children: Emma's daughters would never have listened to reason, and any child raised by Sebastien would have a skewed sense of danger. But Kaidan tended to be more protective.

[alliance-brat.livejournal.com]

Hannah shrugged. "It was interesting," she said. "And EDI was watching me."

EDI, sadly, could accidentally be an enabler.

[hatemywolfdads.livejournal.com]

And hopefully Jack wouldn't be too upset to find another kid at his door. This one was older, at least.

And more of there werewolf variety.

And also knocking loudly.

[bitten_notshy]

By this time, Jack almost expected the knocking would be another kid. What he did not expect was the scent of wolf wafting toward him as he opened the door.

"Hi," he said, tilting his head and inhaling again as if that would tell him who exactly the preteen was. "I'm going to guess you're here to see me."

[hatemywolfdads.livejournal.com]

"Got that right," Connor replied. "The other place had other wolves there already."

He said that while making a face.

[bitten_notshy]

Jack made the face right back. "You're Derek's?"

Had they been playing very special werewolf monopoly in some alternate future?

[hatemywolfdads.livejournal.com]

MAYBE THEY WERE.

Connor made a face at that face. "Adopted. Stop being gross."

[bitten_notshy]

"I wasn't being --" Jack remembered in the middle of the sentence that the kid could probably smell him lying and cut himself off. "Anyhow. Come in, have some breakfast, I'll take you over to your other dad's place later."

[hatemywolfdads.livejournal.com]

"Great! Can I have cereal?" The really sugary kind that will make him insane to deal with.

[bitten_notshy]

"I can handle that." It didn't involve cooking or leaving the house. Cereal was the kind of request from a kid Jack was entirely in favor of.

He moved toward the kitchen to find a bowl and the box of Frosted Flakes. "Can you tell me about where you're from while you eat?"

[hatemywolfdads.livejournal.com]

"Beacon Hills?" Connor asked, taking a seat at the table. Because c'mon. He was getting food. And could easily follow movement in the house by listening close enough. "It's kind of boring."

If you ignore the random things that allow Connor to Hardy Boys it up thanks to Jack.

[bitten_notshy]

Jack snorted. "Right. There's only a random creature killing things there a few times a year. Totally dull."

[hatemywolfdads.livejournal.com]

"Those are boring. I'm not even allowed near them." See?

[bitten_notshy]

"Good." Sorry, Connor. One of your dads was boring. "And ... I forgot to ask what your name is."

Jack slid the bowl of cereal in front of the boy as he spoke, and set out the sugar bowl because he remembered being that age and wanting to rot his teeth all the time.