“Your name is Catherine. There’s another kid?” he asked. “A him?”
They began stepping back.
“Kennedy James Blackhawk will be special, too, Ethan. Don’t forget to kiss him for me,” she said, giving him all she could to hold on and fight.
“We’ll see you again,” Timothy said. “Your wife is about to pick up a case. Get ready. She’s going to need her profiler for this one,” he admitted. “I’ll be there to watch over her, but you need to be there too.”
And with that, they were gone.
“I love you,MOM!” he shouted into the smoke, and as he opened his eyes, he was no longer in his tipi. In fact, he was in the burial grounds, and Demeter was behind him.
The big man was close by, and he looked freaked the fuck out over it too.
Yeah, that he understood. The woo-woo shit was enough to make anyone creeped out, but it grew on you at some point.
“Hey, are you in there?” he asked Ethan.
Ethan turned his head.
“How did I get here?” he asked.
Demeter was trying to protect the man, but still keeping his distance as if Ethan was…haunted by something.
Still, he explained.
“You just walked out of the tipi, into the trees, and down the path without talking. I was asking you questions, and you said nothing to me like I wasn’t there. I was about to call backup. You came here, and put those flowers on the stone.”
Ethan looked over at it. There were some flowers from the yard. He must have picked them for his mother while he’d been walking. They weren’t far from the white roses that Elizabeth had left for her yesterday.
“Did I say anything at all?”
He nodded.
“You just said,‘I love you, Mom’,” he admitted.
That made him smile.
Yeah, he was absolutely becoming the Shaman, if only to see his mother again, and to be at peace. Coming home was something he’d always fought, and now, in this moment, he was going to stop doing battle with it.
It was time.
He was back, and it would take time to see what happened here, but he was looking forward to it.
Without.
A.
Doubt.
“We have to get back to the cabin. Elizabeth is about to catch a case. I need to get to FBI West.”
Demeter said nothing, but his face said it all. He didn’t want to know how Ethan knew that.
Also, Ethan needed to make amends with his father.
Because Ethan Blackhawk might not listen to his grandfather or father, but he would always listen to his mother.
ALWAYS.
