***
After that was thrown at me, Melissa asked a lot of questions about the warehouse, anything else I may have seen in there that was destroyed in the fight and
fire. Frankly, I think she pulled out the Daughter line solely to get me utterly off balance when she asked questions. I'll admit it worked, but it still
bugged the crap out of me.
"Well, look at it like this," Sword said a short time later in the hospital cafeteria. "She's probably not going to call you Daddy."
"Gee, such a relief," I responded dryly as I dipped a chip into the sauce. "How am I supposed to handle this, anyway?" I wondered. Nearly
an hour since being told what was going on, and I actually felt even more... unsteady, for lack of a better word. How does one deal with a magical spirit being
transformed into a young woman, using you as a template?
"There's one thing I want to know," Sword said. "The Doc said she had your DNA, right?" I looked at him and nodded. "Then how can
she be female? Is there something you're not sharing Knight?"
Evangelia paused on her own meal, looking at Sword with a dry look. "She said it was a near-match," she replied. "Besides, magic doesn't
care much about that sort of thing," she said. "I doubt you would have those ears and wings hidden somewhere," she said to me with a smile.
Chuckling, I conceded the point. "I tried fitting a wing system to my old armor," I noted. "Used the anti-grav systems, but... nah, didn't
work. But that's not relevant." After eating a few chips, I continued. "Eva, I'm guessing that the fact she used my DNA is important?"
My young leader glanced towards the plate next to her for a long moment (Which was seemingly emptying itself of food), then responded. "Most likely. At
the very least, it was simply to get a template for making its own body for this incarnation. But even so, she shares your blood. That's important, be it
for protection spells, or possibly a larger destiny." She paused, sipping her coke. "Regardless of what happens, from the magical point of view, she
is family."
It fit with what little I knew of magic. "Hmm," I replied, not really sure of a better answer. So, she was related to me, both in genetics and magic.
That answered part of the question of what to do. There was a lot here that confused the heck out of me or just didn't make sense, but if this girl was
related... well, I didn't have a lot of family left after the Rikti War. Dad, Miranda... getting another family member wouldn't be so bad really,
regardless of how it happened.
"Excuse me, Knight?" We all looked up to see Melissa Gardener standing there. "She'll be waking up in a few minutes. I thought you might
like to be there."
"That's a handy ability," I said, standing up. "Especially in a hospital."
The precog sighed. "Yes and no. I know when it won't make any difference either." I paused for a moment as she walked to the door. Next to me,
Eva had a slight look of sympathy on her face, before following. Filing that rather uncomfortable fact away, I followed.
***
After that was thrown at me, Melissa asked a lot of questions about the warehouse, anything else I may have seen in there that was destroyed in the fight and
fire. Frankly, I think she pulled out the Daughter line solely to get me utterly off balance when she asked questions. I'll admit it worked, but it still
bugged the crap out of me.
"Well, look at it like this," Sword said a short time later in the hospital cafeteria. "She's probably not going to call you Daddy."
"Gee, such a relief," I responded dryly as I dipped a chip into the sauce. "How am I supposed to handle this, anyway?" I wondered. Nearly
an hour since being told what was going on, and I actually felt even more... unsteady, for lack of a better word. How does one deal with a magical spirit being
transformed into a young woman, using you as a template?
"There's one thing I want to know," Sword said. "The Doc said she had your DNA, right?" I looked at him and nodded. "Then how can
she be female? Is there something you're not sharing Knight?"
Evangelia paused on her own meal, looking at Sword with a dry look. "She said it was a near-match," she replied. "Besides, magic doesn't
care much about that sort of thing," she said. "I doubt you would have those ears and wings hidden somewhere," she said to me with a smile.
Chuckling, I conceded the point. "I tried fitting a wing system to my old armor," I noted. "Used the anti-grav systems, but... nah, didn't
work. But that's not relevant." After eating a few chips, I continued. "Eva, I'm guessing that the fact she used my DNA is important?"
My young leader glanced towards the plate next to her for a long moment (Which was seemingly emptying itself of food), then responded. "Most likely. At
the very least, it was simply to get a template for making its own body for this incarnation. But even so, she shares your blood. That's important, be it
for protection spells, or possibly a larger destiny." She paused, sipping her coke. "Regardless of what happens, from the magical point of view, she
is family."
It fit with what little I knew of magic. "Hmm," I replied, not really sure of a better answer. So, she was related to me, both in genetics and magic.
That answered part of the question of what to do. There was a lot here that confused the heck out of me or just didn't make sense, but if this girl was
related... well, I didn't have a lot of family left after the Rikti War. Dad, Miranda... getting another family member wouldn't be so bad really,
regardless of how it happened.
"Excuse me, Knight?" We all looked up to see Melissa Gardener standing there. "She'll be waking up in a few minutes. I thought you might
like to be there."
"That's a handy ability," I said, standing up. "Especially in a hospital."
The precog sighed. "Yes and no. I know when it won't make any difference either." I paused for a moment as she walked to the door. Next to me,
Eva had a slight look of sympathy on her face, before following. Filing that rather uncomfortable fact away, I followed.
***