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Major General Rexton Ambrose kept an eye on his friend, whose behavior went from excitement about returning home to near obvious dread. It had slowly developed as they boarded the train to Wales, happy chatter from the young man about his found family turning into a distant silence. Having served five years together in a secret Division of the British Army focused upon hunting down Hollows and Wights led to a close friendship which is why rather than ask questions Rexton remained silent letting Abe Portman make the first move.

Slowly, concern began to build as they left the train station and began traveling to Cairnholm Island via boat with no words spoken between them. Since they were traveling in uniform some would stop to thank them for their service and children eyed them with awe. Fortunately, they were the only passengers this afternoon which meant some quiet for the first time in their journey. Rexton lived not terribly far from the border to Wales and upon learning that, Abe asked that they travel together so that he could meet the peculiar family he left to fight for. Having loved the tales shared about his life there growing up, it was an easy request to accept.

"Rex," Abe said, eyes focused upon his clenched hands.

He hummed in question, head leaning upon his crossed arms as he relaxed on the bench.

"I can't stay."

The General opened his eyes and peeked out from under his cap. "Why's that?"

Abe blinked a few times, mind whirling. "Loops are for children. To keep them safe. I am no child. Not anymore."

Rexton sat up, eyebrows furrowed. "I don't think Miss Peregrine would throw you out. Besides, you've got a lady friend waiting for you."

"Miss P may overlook my age, but if I stay, what good can I do in a loop? What kind of life will I live stuck on an island in the midst of nothing? And Emma..." he expressed emphatically, his voice fading as he mentioned the light in his life that had kept him fighting. "I want to keep her safe. My choices are to stay with a teenage love until either time ends or the Hollows find us. Or I can leave the loop, work to keep them safe, and maybe, one day I can go back."

Rexton absorbed the information, the sound of waves settling between them. "What if in that time, you grow old, returning to Emma an old man?"

"It's not like I'm going to fall off the side of the earth. If the years keep going or things go wrong, I'll tell her. But she is safest in the loop. And that is what matters."

"It's your choice, Abe. Just make sure you're prepared for the consequences," Rexton advised gruffly, returning to his relaxed posture.

Well, that was a subject he was not going to become involved in. If he had learned anything worthwhile in life it was to not become involved in another's decision. Helping them out by seeing other angles was one thing, but offering advice that could easily be taken up and blamed, later on, was quite another. He could tell that Abe was taken aback by his curt answer and obvious dismissal of the subject, but he knew their friendship would survive. They'd forged it through hell and high water after all.

Rexton sighed and slowly stood. "I'm going to go watch the captain take us into port. Think this through before coming to your final decision, that's the best advice I can give you, my friend."

Abe nodded, taking on a more contemplative look than the anxiety that had plagued him on their trip.

Making his way to the bow of the ship, he left his mind to wander over the details Abe had shared over the years about Cairnholm. The fact it was a small island off of Wales with a minuscule population definitely made it ideal for a loop. Rexton was somewhat surprised Miss Bunting hadn't confided in him about this particular loop yet, however. When he'd become a sort of ambassador between the British Government and the Ymbryne Council shortly after the Great War she became his main contact towards Peculiardom. A friendship had blossomed between them and she had helped to fill in the gaps of his knowledge of Peculiar History. Before being assigned to France in the mid-20s he knew the current Ymbryne council and was quite surprised to have learned that Abe's Miss Peregrine was the newest member as well as one of the youngest. He had to admit, his curiosity had fueled him to join Abe on this trip home just as much as the stories of the others that lived there. He wondered what she would think of his plans concerning the Loops and their safety.

After disembarking, they walked through the small town, and Rexton was surprised that the residents ignored their presence. "It's me. They know who I am and why I'm here." Abe explained.

Venturing past the village and into the woods he continued, "Any time I had any leave I'd come back. The first time they asked questions, wondering why I'd ever bother to visit. I shrugged and explained I felt the need to come back every so often to pay my respects to those I lost. After the third time, they stopped paying attention to me."

"That seems fast."

Abe shrugged. "They never did care for us living here. Found us odd."

Rexton let out a laugh, "If only they knew."

They'd gotten to the Cairn and he had to admit, entering one felt somewhat indecent. "You're sure no one was buried here?"

"By the Bird Rex, for a Syndrigast you've some very Coerfolc superstitions."

"You've not lived through two world wars or seen half of the horrors I have Lieutenant. I've superstitions for good reasons." He defended, slowly following into the dark.

Waves of dizziness flowed over his body as the time shifted to the past. Rexton felt his knees weaken and he hoped they wouldn't buckle beneath him like the last time he visited Miss Bunting. Abe turned to him with a wary eye, remembering the story well. "I'm not going to carry you, you know."

Rexton laughed as the feeling faded and they began to exit. "You young people. Losing all respect for your elders nowadays."

They continued to banter back and forth as they made the trek to the grand house. Seeing it through the trees, Rexton was taken a bit back by its grandeur on such a small island. "You said it was large but definitely left out the details. That architecture is impressive."

A chuckle escaped Abe. "Never crossed my mind, to be honest. I don't know if Miss Peregrine knows its history or not."

Any further conversation between them came to a halt as an exclamation pierced the air. "It's Abe! Abe's back!"

A smile grew on both men's lips and Rexton shook his head. "They've got a lookout."

"Olive likes to hover when she knows company is coming." He explained, eyes eagerly looking for Emma.

"That's brilliant."

Excited chatter grew closer and then another cry, "Miss Bloom, slow down! Mr. Portman's visit will not last any longer if you fall and hurt yourself."

Rexton watched in amusement as advice was unheeded and a young girl practically flew into Abe's waiting embrace. He gave the two some privacy and advanced forward to the group. "Hello there."

They stopped at the newcomer, the children's eyes growing wide and excited. "You're a General!" One of the boys said.

He nodded, kneeling as he removed his cap. "I am. Abe has told me many stories about you all so I had to come and meet you," he explained before glancing up to their Ymbryne, "I do hope it won't be an inconvenience."

"You are more than welcome here. Abe has shared several tales of his time away. It is nice to finally meet one of his comrades." She extended her hand, "Miss Alma LeFay Peregrine, lovely to make your acquaintance."

He gently took her hand in his gloved one. "Major General Rexton Ambrose."

"Welcome to Cairnholm Major General."

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A sigh escaped him as he slowly unpacked his bag. The children were quite excited and asked so many questions that Miss Peregrine had to intervene, having Enoch escort him to what would be his room for their visit. The boy seemed to be quite fascinated by all things military as he identified all the medals upon Rexton's chest except one. When he explained that it stood for his previous Peculiar Division during the Great War, Enoch's eyes grew wide. "You served then, too?"

"I did. However, my memories prior to the war are a bit hazy. Still working on sorting those out."

The boy had nodded and though Rexton could tell he'd like to question him more, he left to attend to a few of his daily chores. And so he found himself alone in an attic room, unpacking his duffel bag and sorely wishing for a smoke.

He felt the shadows move as someone came up the stairs, his darkened hands tingling as they sought to keep him safe. Glancing at the stark contrast of his skin, he wondered if he should replace his gloves. Though that thought was far too late as his visitor leaned against the doorway. "I apologize if the children are a bit too rambunctious. We're not used to visitors I'm afraid."

He slowly spun to face Miss Peregrine, "No harm done. They're delightful, to be honest."

He noticed the glance to his hands and interrupted before she could question. "Erebus. Rare I know, and often looked down at. I've tried not to live up to the stereotype of the shadowed thief in the night."

She shook her head, "You'll find no judgment at my home." She then smiled, "Though the children may be even more mesmerized by you."

Rexton let out a bark of laughter and returned to unpacking. "Let me assure you, the feeling is mutual. Abe may have embellished a few stories to help us through hard times, I'm sure. But if I can be frank with you Miss Peregrine?"

"I'd prefer it."

"You and your children became something for us to focus on, a reminder of what we were fighting for. If answering a barrage of questions will bring them any kind of happiness, I am more than willing to do so."

Miss Peregrine was taken aback briefly, a slightly awkward silence falling between them as Rexton continued to unpack. She watched this strong General with curious eyes, his movements calculated yet gentle. It's true such a rare peculiarity was a surprise, but she held no prejudice and found it unwarranted that others possibly could. Remembering her manners she broke the silence. "I've been terribly rude, please forgive me. Can I get you anything? Tea, perhaps?"

He smiled, setting aside his bag. "I doubt you could ever properly be called rude Miss Peregrine. However, it has been some time since I enjoyed a good cuppa."

They descended the stairs together, casual conversation flowing freely. "Olive has taken to assisting me with the biscuits recently and Claire's been helping us with new flavors and such."

Rexton lifted an eyebrow. "A trio of bakers in the house? I've missed baking myself. When I was sent to the continent, I worked in a Parisian patisserie as a cover."

"You must forgive our simple baked goods then. I doubt they will hold up to what a pâtissier can create."

"To be honest, I've always preferred home-baked goods to those found in the shops. I'm not one for identical bakes. I like them to have a little personality."

She smiled at his kind words, "If you'd make yourself comfortable in the Conservatory, I'll bring the tray in. I believe the children have decided to take Abe with them on their daily walk."

He walked into the glass room and momentarily stood in awe of the beauty that grew before him. Memories of his home flew through his mind and he couldn't stop the flood of emotions that swelled through him. For so long he had served his country and his people trying to not only bring peace between them but fought those that warred against them both. He'd not been home since his recovery from the accident in 1912 and that was going on thirty-three years. The war had been over for months now and the holiday season would be soon upon them. He hoped his return would add to the joy of the many displaced peculiars he'd sent back over the years. As his mind reeled he failed to notice he was no longer alone, the tingle in his hand going unnoticed.

"It's not that spectacular. I mean, Fiona's got a tyrannosaurus rex in the back."

Rexton jumped slightly and glanced toward the voice. At first, he was taken aback as no one was there but then his hands prickled as his shadow began to show what his eyes could not see. As soon as more of the young man began to become visible to his eyes Rexton quickly averted them. "I am not sure what kind of prank you're trying to pull young man, but let me assure you, walking about nude is not the way to start it."

Millard stood there in shock, unsure just what had happened. "Wait, what?"

Miss Peregrine chose that exact moment to enter with their tea tray. "How do you take your tea, Major General?"

"Black, please. But answer me this first my dear, do you promote nudist qualities in all your children or just this one?"

Sighing heavily, she gave her attention to the invisible boy in the corner. "Millard if I have told you once, I have told you a thousand times, clothes at all times when we have company."

Millard stood there, still in shock. "He... what?"

Miss Peregrine sighed. "The Major General is an Erebus. He can see you just as clearly as he sees me with assistance from shadows. Now please, go upstairs and put some clothes on before you put him off his tea."

The boy had never run upstairs so fast in his life.

"I should have realized that was Millard. Might have traumatized the poor boy."

Miss Peregrine waved his concerns off and began to pour their tea. "With as many pranks Mr. Nullard pulls off on a weekly basis it will do him some good to remind him they can go wrong."

"You've had your hands full for some time now." He stated, "Abe was a little hazy on some of your children, however."

"A few were sent here during the war as a few loops began to reach their limit." She explained, handing him a teacup.

For a brief moment, his dark fingers brushed against hers. They glanced at each other before quickly looking away. It took a few seconds for Miss Peregrine to come to herself as she pushed away an irrational thought that flitted through her mind. "My apologies. I forget just how cold they feel to others."

She smiled in reassurance, "Nothing to apologize for Major General."

"Rexton, please. Or at the very least, Mr. Ambrose. I'm only a General during wartime."

She nodded then selected a biscuit. "Returning to the subject of the children," she began, clearing her throat, "Enoch came to us first, a number of Peculiar Children refugees having been sent to his loop. And when Miss Gannett found several peculiar children on her return from a council meeting Hugh and Fiona came here. I was, and still am, a relatively new Ymbryne and loop so I'm still on the smaller side."

Rexton paused in thought, a biscuit twirling between his fingertips. "Does the Council serve a limitation upon you or is it up to each Ymbryne?"

"Depends on the Loop. Some team up so they can help a larger number with a larger space. There are a variety of Loops and each one's population is different. And should one of us need help or circumstances change for anyone, inhabitant, or Ymbryne, we make changes for their benefit, and then the Council will evaluate their status at the yearly meeting to ensure it's been in their best interest."

He found it fascinating. "I've never lived in a loop and have only been privileged to visit one other, but I've always admired the Ymbrynes and their dedication to protect others."

A blush crept over her cheeks so she busied herself with her cup of tea. It was then Rexton stopped playing with his food and took a bite. His lips pursed and he made eye contact. She raised a lone eyebrow in question. He continued to chew until he finished and cleared his throat. "Was that… bacon in my biscuit?"

Eyes grew wide before dropping to inspect the biscuits. "It shouldn't have been. I let the girls experiment from time to time but they've always asked first."

Upon closer examination, it seemed as though there were a handful of biscuits peppered with bacon pieces innocently mixed in with the rest. "Thank goodness Abe wasn't with us for tea." Miss Peregrine breathed in relief.

"Keeping him kosher during the war was hard enough. I had to repeatedly make my superiors realize I wasn't being difficult, I was respecting one of my men's beliefs. Nearly had to call Churchill over it. " Rexton added, helping sort the biscuits so Abe wouldn't accidentally receive one.

"You have clout with the Prime Minister?"

He shrugged. "Benefit of being the Council's ambassador I suppose. Though His Majesty is quite fond of us Peculiars. Probably should have threatened to go to him in hindsight."

She eyed him as they entered the kitchen, eyes skeptical. "Is there anyone in a high office you've not befriended?"

A groan escaped him before he could stop himself. "I've been through ten PM's Miss Peregrine. I assure you, it's quite nice to have one in your corner."

Their conversion quickly ended as the children's happy voices approached the house, easily heard through a few open windows. Rexton slid on his gloves and gestured for Miss Peregrine to take the lead, following her to the back garden. "Children! Could you all come over here please?" She called.

They hurried over to their Ymbryne, Olive asking Bronwyn, "Do you think there are more surprises today?"

"It has come to my attention while entertaining Mr. Ambrose, that a few select biscuits had unexpected ingredients. Would anyone know anything about that?"

Claire stepped forward.

"Is this about the bacon biscuits?"

Miss Peregrine's eyes focused on her. "How would you know there was bacon in them Claire?"

"Because Enoch said I could add it to the biscuits we made yesterday. He was helping when you had to leave to help Fiona down from the beanstalk she made for storytime."

"Claire! Don't be a tattle." Enoch scolded softly, mostly upset he'd been caught.

"Mr. O'Connor?"

He sighed and moved to stand beside Claire. "I just thought it'd be a bit of fun. Nothing serious and no harm done."

"You seem to have forgotten that this could easily have been serious. Mr. Portman cannot eat pork products, you've known that since his first visit home."

"It wouldn't have killed him."

"No, you're right there." Abe interrupted. "But you could have seriously affected not only my relationship with my God but back in Poland, I'd have been put in a kune. A place on the outside of my synagogue where I'd be locked up and spat upon as people came and went."

The silence was deafening. Enoch's face filled with shame and embarrassment and he moved to face Abe. "I'm sorry. I didn't know."

Abe sighed, patting the boy's shoulder, "I know. Just hope Miss Peregrine's discipline won't be as harsh."

"We'll talk after dinner, Mr. O'Connor. Head on inside everyone and wash up. We'll be eating in twenty-seven minutes."

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Adjusting his tie Rexton walked down the stairs, silently hoping he wasn't going to be the last to arrive for dinner. It felt good to be out of uniform and back into a suit though he already felt uncomfortable with the black tie around his neck. The doors leading into the dining room were closed which gave him pause. He sighed and flexed his hands, the black leather of his gloves cracking.

He walked in to find all eyes turning to him. "Evening."

"Good evening Mr. Ambrose. If you'd please have a seat."

He nodded and made his way to the end of the table. "Go ahead children, Abe asked if he and Emma could eat together in the garden."

Rexton grimaced as he placed his napkin on his lap. "You didn't need to wait for me."

"Nonsense. You're our guest." She added, an encouraging smile lighting her features.

"You'd think guests would know basic table manners at least." A voice grumbled.

Both adults glanced at the boy who made such a bold statement. "Horace! That's quite unlike you."

"I doubt things have changed quite so much in five years Miss Peregrine. And you've always encouraged polite behavior." He pointed out, trying to defend his position.

Rather than submit the table to an unpleasant conversation, Rexton silently slid the gloves off under the table and let them lay in his lap before continuing to eat. He felt all eyes focus on him but he ignored it, continuing to enjoy Miss Peregrine's cuisine. "Lovely Yorkshire puddings. I can never get mine quite so flakey. You'll have to share your recipe."

She agreed and the two kept dining, Rexton amused and embarrassed at the same time while Miss Peregrine was mortified by her children's behavior.

"I told you." Millard gloated quietly, nudging Enoch's elbow.

"I'm in enough trouble as it is, I wasn't going to take a chance knowing you and your antics." He whispered back.

Victor was the brave one of the bunch and sitting closest to their guest he decided he would rather learn more instead of speculating. "Mr. Ambrose, I'd like to ask what your peculiarity is."

He smiled and set his silverware down. "I'm an Erebus, also called a Dusk Dancer. We've got a close relationship with shadows and darkness in general. However, since we are at the dinner table, I don't believe Miss Peregrine would appreciate a lecture of my kind nor a demonstration. Perhaps afterward I can answer some questions if need be."

A few of the older children glanced at each other in wonder having only heard of them from the Tales. Suddenly, dinner became more of a chore to be endured quickly rather than enjoyed. Glancing up as the children continued to eat, Rexton noticed Miss Peregrine trying to silently gain his attention. He raised his eyebrows in question. She gave an apologetic glance before eyeing some of her charges. He shook his head, indicating he wasn't bothered, then winked in amusement. As a blush crept up her cheeks, she began to eat in earnest - something he found not only entertaining as she picked at her food then devoured bites but somewhat charming.

Together, they managed to delay demonstrating his peculiarity a bit longer after dinner with Rexton insisting he help clean up both the dining room and the kitchen. "I'm sure if we all pitch in we'll have far more time to spare." He suggested.

Miss Peregrine nodded to her charges but glanced toward Enoch. The boy nodded when he saw her, knowing they'd have their talk shortly after he did his share of work. With the children handling storing leftovers for tomorrow's lunch or handling the dinner linens, Rexton made quick work of the dishes with Miss Peregrine drying and placing them away. "I can handle the rest. You and Enoch can go on unnoticed." He murmured, not wanting to bring attention to themselves.

She smiled at his suggestion, appreciative that he was looking out for Enoch even though he had erred. "I have been doing this on my own for some time now, you know." She chided, her voice mischievous.

He stifled a loud laugh, covering it with a cough. "Quite wonderfully, I've no doubt."

She went to leave but paused, "You don't mind sharing your peculiarity with the children?"

Her concern was heart-warming; he nodded and allowed a smirk to cross his lips. "So long as you don't mind letting me see the Bird I've heard nothing but praise for."

With a nod, she disappeared upstairs and was followed shortly after by Enoch, who had finished his work. "By the way, is there anyone with a fear of the dark?" Rexton questioned, hoping to further distract the others.

Claire gasped softly and grasped Bronwyn's hand. "It'll be alright. I'm sure Mr. Ambrose won't scare you." She reassured, gently brushing her curls.

Having overheard, as he dried his hands he walked towards the pair. He knelt before them, placing a hand on his heart. "I assure you, Lady Claire, on my honor as a Peculiar, I will never intentionally frighten you. My shadows like to hear laughter from children."

The girl giggled at her new nickname and gently touched his dark hands. "They're cold!" She exclaimed in surprise.

"They are. Have you noticed when you've been in the sun playing and then rest under one of Fiona's shady trees?" At her nod, he continued, "Because the shadows that work with me rest in my hands, they're colder than yours, just like under a tree."

"Do shadows talk to you?"

"In a way, some do. For example, if I were to ask your shadow to assist me it would speak to me in a way I naturally understand. But in so doing all of your experiences this far would also become known to me. It's very rare that I ask sentient shadows for assistance due to this. Only the most desperate of situations call for that as far as I'm concerned."

"So you'd know everything we lived through?" Millard inquired.

At his nod, the boy requested more information. "What if you tried to use our shadows against us?"

"A shadow has to be a willing assistant. If I were to go against its hosts' interests then the shadow typically would cut the connection and I'd have no more help."

"How can a shadow help you? They're just blocked light. Right?" Horace interrupted.

An impish grin slowly formed on Rexton's face as he placed his hand upon the kitchen table. Slowly a dark fog unfurled from under his palm, working its way across the surface until it was covered and several centimeters thick. Before the children could react, a schooner formed towards the center, the fog beginning to resemble deep ocean waves. The children moved closer to get a better look and Rexton focused a bit harder, adding small figures of sailors upon the deck attending to their tasks. "For you, yes, shadows are just blocked light. For me, they're tangible, able to be manipulated to what I need and help me gain a better understanding of what surrounds me. Which would be why I'm able to see Millard as clearly as all of you and it makes hide and seek not much fun for everyone else."

"Rex quit showing off." Abe broke in with a laugh, Emma's eyes growing wide at the display.

Rexton laughed and stood to face his friend. "That wasn't even the fun part Lieutenant."

"What's the fun part?" Olive blurted as she moved even closer so she could clearly see.

With his arms extended, Rexton turned to his friend. "They're asking Abe." He pleaded.

With a roll of the eyes, Abe nodded. "It is quite something seeing you work for the first time. Just don't overdo your mishegas."

"Outdoors then, before the rain begins?"

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The children led the way as they all made the short trek into the garden. Rexton's smile grew as he walked past the children and reached out to the shadows surrounding them. A cold calm settled over him, the darkened areas of the garden welcoming his attention and allowing him their use. A darkened fog then swirled forth from different trees and bushes, wrapping its tendrils up his hands and then past his arms. Closing his eyes, he let loose his breath and allowed himself to bond with these new shadows. Slowly, darkness crept over his clothes and covered his entire being. With a gentle sigh, he faced his audience, opening his eyes to reveal a silvery glow.

Silence reigned throughout the garden, all amazed by such a drastic transformation. He grinned and then extended a hand, swirling it through the air as he released shadows from his hands. They flowed about the air like black streams, fish-shaped shadows jumping from one to another. As they neared the children, he transformed them into rabbits that scurried about their feet causing laughter to fill the silence. He called the shadowed rabbits back to him and they joined to form one that crawled up his body then melded back into his arms.

A new shadow called his attention, alerting him of a new audience member. Miss Peregrine had paused at an apple tree well behind the children, watching with a curious look. "Abe, care to volunteer?"

He laughed and walked forward, rolling up his sleeves. "Aggressor or defendant?"

"Defendant."

"Oy vey. Level?"

Two swirling black orbs filled his palms as he raised his hands. "They'll behave, volley back."

Abe laughed as one orb launched from Rexton's hand hurting towards him. He sent a punch flying to meet it, then another as he anticipated the second orb. The children and their headmistress watched in awe as the two men deflected the orbs, Abe using the close quarters training he'd received while Rexton would either twist the shadow along his arm and send it back or absorb the shadow completely before hurling a new orb forth. A few moments passed before Abe shot an orb back and shouted, "Volley over!"

As it neared him, Rexton grasped the orb with his fingertips and spun away, the shadow flattening into a ribbon that swirled about until it drew close enough to slide back onto his body. The children applauded as he bowed but one more idea popped into his head. He walked away from them and sauntered towards the centaur topiary. "Find me if you can." He challenged before fading from before their eyes.

"What does that mean?" Victor asked, turning to Abe.

"He's teleported deeper into the garden most likely."

"Teleported! An Erebus can do that?" Millard exclaimed.

"It's not something he does often. I've only seen him use it in extreme cases. But with how wound-up everyone was watching him it doesn't surprise me that he brought out his most impressive abilities." Abe explained, leading them further in.

"We'd better find him quickly then. The rain is about to blow in." Emma insisted as the others began to follow.

They'd gone just out of earshot from Miss Peregrine when a blackened red kite flew over the trees and descended nearby, melding into one of the few shadows from a nearby tree. She raised an eyebrow even as a blush rose over her cheeks. "Very impressive Mr. Ambrose."

His laugh was heard before he emerged from the trees. "It's been some time since I've teleported. I thought they'd enjoy it. Besides, it's good to exercise skills."

"Is that what they call it now?" She laughed, walking towards him.

He stumbled forward, dizziness causing his knees to weaken. She moved swiftly to grasp his shoulders in order to stabilize him. "Are you alright? Do you need to sit down?"

A sheen of sweat formed over his brow, hands moving to her elbows. "Maybe… that wasn't such a good idea." He panted.

"Come on, I'll walk you inside."

They'd managed a few stumbling steps when the children caught sight of them. Abe ran up to his other side and grasped him by the waist. "You're a complete idiot, you know that?"

"A complete idiot, sir, you mean." Rexton chided in sarcasm.

"Hardly the time for jokes. Let's get you in."

Raindrops began pattering upon their heads, the children being sent ahead of the trio so they would avoid catching a cold. "You just had to show off, didn't you?" Abe mumbled.

"You try saying 'no' to two little girls when they ask to see your peculiarity."

"I knew you'd want to spoil Olive and Claire the second you saw them."

"Claire's afraid of the dark Abe! Who better to show her it's nothing to be afraid of than an Erebus?"

Miss Peregrine had to stifle her laughter and pulled the kitchen door open. "Why do you sound like a shiker?" Abe questioned, manhandling him as they maneuvered through the doorway.

"I do not." He slurred slightly.

"I think Miss P would say differently."

"Do not involve me in that conversation, Mr. Portman. It's impolite to speak badly of guests. Do you need help getting him upstairs?"

He shook his head. "He only gets like this when he pushes too hard. If he can rest up for a bit he'll be fine."

"I'll gather the children for movie time then. Do you think the reset will affect him?"

Rexton had moved ahead as they talked, tripping over his feet and landing upon the staircase. Abe let out a sigh. "Rexton, stop moving. I swear if you weren't in control of your shadow you'd think it tripped you."

"That shadow o' mine is right tricky. Likes to get me down to its level." He mumbled, giggles escaping him.

"You're positive he'll be fine?" Miss Peregrine asked once more, growing more concerned despite finding his antics humorous.

"This happened the last time he did a short teleport. I promise Miss P, he'll be fine. Reset might wake him, but he's been through worse."

She sighed, "If he's not awake after reset, check in on him."

"Yes ma'am." He pulled his friend up and held him tight, "Come on General, time for your nap."

"I love naps!"

Miss Peregrine couldn't stop her laugh as she watched the two amble along, their ridiculous banter fading as they continued to Rexton's room.

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It wasn't often he admitted he was wrong, but in this instance Rexton definitely was incorrect. His head was pounding and even trying to open his eyes hurt. He groaned as he lifted himself to sit in the small bed only to hear his close friend laughing nearby. "You chose to be the highlight of the evening."

"I think I'd prefer being shot." He grumbled, pressing his hands to his eyes.

"I could have done that. Though I think Miss P would be a bit upset with us."

He laughed and then grasped his ribs. "Ohh, don't make jokes just yet. At least bullet holes heal faster for me."

Abe shook his head. "Still don't know what that's got to do with shadows."

"You won't see me complaining." He groaned, standing to stretch his muscles. "Though I faintly remember you calling me, what was it?"

"A shiker. Yiddish for drunk."

"Great," He sighed, "how much apologizing am I in for?"

Abe laughed, "I think Miss P was more concerned for your well being than offended. Everyone else was further in the house so they didn't witness your antics."

"That's a relief. How long have I been out?"

"You missed movie time and the reset. Miss P is reading a bit before bedtime."

Rexton moved to the doorway, Abe stepping back in the hall. "I've always been one for a good tale. Think we can catch the end?"

They descended the stairs but while Abe entered the room, Rexton held back to listen without his arrival interrupting. He leaned by the archway, close enough to make out Miss Peregrine's words clearly emphasized as she read. As the story of Edvard and his son Ollie unfolded, he couldn't help but wonder just how a father could treat a son so harshly. Though he couldn't remember his own upbringing, Rexton preferred to think his childhood was happy and that perhaps one day he could find his family upon regaining his lost memories. When he heard that Edvard changed for the better despite having lost his peculiar son and gained a daughter with his new wife, his mind floated towards Ollie and hoped that while away he would have happiness. Then when it was revealed that the goose Asgard saved was indeed long lost Ollie, he smiled brightly and was given hope that one day he too could return to his family and find the elusive happy ever after so many sought.

"Miss Peregrine?" Claire's soft voice rang out.

"Yes, dear?"

"Do you think my mama has a new little girl now like Asgard? And that she misses me like Edvard missed Ollie?"

His heart plummeted into the ground by such an innocent question from a lovely young girl. He couldn't imagine how to properly respond or even form words in his mind before he heard Miss Peregrine not only set aside the book but called her close. "I know for a fact Claire, that should you ever be parted from me, I would miss you terribly. No other could ever replace you or how important you are to me." She paused, letting the words sink in before continuing. "And that applies to all of you."

A soft silence filled the room as the children were reassured of not only their importance in life but also their importance to her. Abe's shadow shuffled with him as he tried to hide feelings of unease, still unsure of the choice that laid before him. One of the boys cleared their throat and feet began to shuffle as 'goodnights' began to be said, a nearby clock signaling it was nearly 10 at night. Rexton moved toward the archway, casting his shadow a bit further to signal his arrival rather than simply strolling into what had been such a private moment between a Ymbryne and her charges. "Rexton!" Olive gasped, rushing to his side.

He smiled and knelt to meet her eyes. "Are you alright? Abe said you needed to sleep but you missed so much! Horace shared his dreams at movie time tonight. And then the reset, you slept right through it! And now, Miss P just finished reading from the Tales."

His brow furrowed in confusion. "I can't believe I missed so much. But the Tales? Miss Olive, I believe you may need to help me. I'm not familiar with these Tales."

Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Millard's face drop into shock which was his first clue that something was obviously wrong. The second was Olive's giggle. "Don't be silly. Everyone knows the Tales! They teach us about peculiars before us and lessons to help us in our life."

He smiled, "They do sound lovely, but I am sincere. I've not heard of them."

"Not even The First Ymbryne Rex?" Abe queried, his own face full of doubt.

His eyes grew wide. "There's a tale about her? Abe, I believe you've had a lapse in your storytelling."

By this point, Millard had crossed the room to where Miss Peregrine had set the thick tome and moved to where Rexton knelt with Olive. "This is one volume of three. They hold the stories of our folklore and come from all over the globe."

With something resembling reverence, the young man handed it to him. "Thank you, Millard." He whispered, feeling as though a part of his own past had been restored.

He stared at the cover, a deeply embossed Tales of the Peculiar - vol. 2 staring back at him. Gently, his fingertips brushed against the letters, outlining them with awe. "Three volumes?" He whispered, eyes growing moist.

"Children, it's well past bedtime. Head on upstairs and I'll be along for goodnights." Miss Peregrine intervened, noting his reaction and hoping to prevent any possible embarrassment.

They nodded and scampered off, offering good nights to a deafened Rexton. Abe nodded at Emma as she went to leave, assuring her that he'd be coming up to sleep soon too and to say goodnight. When it was just the three of them left, Miss Peregrine made eye contact with her former charge. He lifted his arms to indicate he had no idea his friend had never heard of the tales, so this was quite the revelation. Then he walked to stand beside him, placing a hand on his shoulder. "I'd make some recommendations, but I think you should check the contents first. Read the first one that pops out to you. That's what Miss P did for me when I first arrived."

He nodded, still in amazement that such a book even existed let alone a full three volumes.

"Good night Miss P."

"Good night Abe. When I come up, I expect both you and Miss Bloom to be in your own rooms."

He chuckled, "I guarantee it."

Silence filled the room between the two left downstairs, Rexton lost in thought as Miss Peregrine watched curiously. "Ever since I woke up from the accident," he began to explain quietly, "I've tried to learn as much as I could about our kind. I drilled Miss Bunting about anything I thought of."

He paused in thought and then scoffed, "How could I have forgotten about something so important?"

"Sometimes that which we need to find finds us instead."

He glanced at her as she stood to leave. "I'll get you the other two volumes. And take up Abe's advice, I've found there's a tale for each of us."

"Thank you. I don't know how I'll ever repay you."

She placed her hand on his shoulder, "You already have. You kept Abe alive."

He smiled weakly before nodding. As she left he couldn't stop images from flickering through his mind. Bodies of friends lying in the mud, never to return to their loved ones; the horrors seen as he and Abe assisted in the liberation of Bergen-Belsen; the classified laboratories dedicated to experimentation and torture of Peculiars discovered in the camps.

He stood quickly, the second volume groaning in his grip. Shadows began to fall from his fingers, swirling to the ground as he began to lose control of himself completely. He gritted his teeth and pressed a fist to them. "Get. It. Together." He snarled, commanding his peculiarity to calm as he desperately tried to do the same to his mind.

"She's grabbing a book Rexton. Not much time," He reminded himself. With that thought, he was able to bury the pain and hide it before Miss Peregrine returned and handed him the two volumes.

But burying and hiding pain could only work for so long.

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One grand thing about living on an island is that the beach is always ready to welcome you. Rexton had no idea when he was last able to visit the ocean as a pleasant pastime rather than the site of a battle. He smiled at the children by the shore, playing in the waves or collecting seashells. They had already built a grand sandcastle that proudly stood nearly as tall as Claire. So that it wouldn't collapse before Miss Peregrine could join them, they built it well beyond the reach of the ocean waves and a good distance from where they chose to play. He turned in his seat to ensure its safety and smiled as its shadow flickered about the walls, adding further stability.

Children's screams began to fill the air sending him into a panic, lurching forward in his chair and dropping his book. Heart pounding, he scanned the horizon only to find no danger. Rather the screams had transformed into laughter as a few of the older children chased the younger ones into the sea. He sighed heavily and ran a shaky hand through his hair. Though he knew the Loop was safe he couldn't help but immediately be thrown back to a time when those screams didn't dissolve to laughter. He glanced about frantically, trying to identify just five things so he could stop from embarrassing himself. His eyes moved from object to object, the names of his surroundings fleeing his mind. He couldn't focus, sweat beginning to bead on his brow. Helplessness began to flood his veins and the only thought he had was that he needed to move, to get away so the children didn't see his descent into a bundle of frantic nerves.

Summoning whatever strength he had, he faked a smile and waved to Abe a signal indicating he was going for a walk. He counted his steps, willing himself to breathe deeply on every fifth. He continued up the path to the house, nausea settling in his stomach like a stone. He just needed to breathe, focus his mind, and stay calm.

As his throat tightened, two figures appeared before him though he couldn't recognize either. One bent to the other and muffled sounds filled his ears. He placed his hands on either side of his head and fell to his knees, "Just stay away!" He shouted, his voice sounding so far away.

The smaller of the two figures ran past as Rexton pulled his hands from his head to gaze down at them, his shadows swirling forth to distance those nearby to protect him. A pale hand came into his field of view, though it refrained from touching him, its palm facing up and fingers stretched out for him to grasp if he desired.

A muffled voice pierced his thoughts. "Stay with me Rexton. Tell me, do you feel the sun on your skin? The breeze rushing past?"

He nodded, his throat too tight to form speech.

"Good. Hear the ocean waves, the seagulls?"

He shook his head and tightened his hands to fists.

"That's all right, we can come back to that. Breathe deeply with me now."

His eyes became unfocused but he began to try and time his breathing with the voice. Inoutin… out… inoutinoutin…. Outinout… in… out…

"Feel the salty air fill your lungs. Can you smell the ocean? The fish, seaweed and driftwood?"

His eyes closed and he focused on what was described, trying to distinguish the scents individually to help calm his mind. He gently pressed his fingertips against hers, his breath finally coming easily to him.

"Can you hear me now?"

His pulse was no longer pounding through his ears, the sounds of the beach nearby breaching his hearing and her voice sounded so much closer than before. However, he kept his eyes closed to keep his other senses focused and calm. He gave a shaky nod and opened his mouth to speak but couldn't form the words.

"Take your time. Don't try to rush yourself."

He swallowed a few times, his tongue feeling thick in his mouth. "I'msorry, I'msorry, I'msorry, I can't… can't..." he whispered.

A hush filled his ears and a hand grasped him tightly in support. "You're safe here with me Rexton. I can promise you that much. You're safe."

Several tears began to run down his cheeks in relief at the words she continued to repeat. His breathing had calmed although his chest was still tight and nausea continued to churn in his belly. The hand holding his own squeezed and continued to help bring him back to reality. "Can you tell me who I am?"

He smiled involuntarily, having recognized his helper from the moment their hands met. "Peregrine."

Her voice was tinged with a happy sense of relief, "Yes, I am. Can you open your eyes so I can see you?"

He winced but her grasp tightened in reassurance. "It's all right. You're safe. I just want you to tell me about a few things around us."

He nodded in understanding, grateful she knew how to help ground him. Slowly he opened his eyes, further tears escaping them. His gaze flicked to her hand and began to take in the details of it.

"Dark. Long." He whispered, a finger running over one of her nails.

He heard her smile in her voice, "One of my favorite peregrine attributes. What else?"

He shifted his eyes, noticing a few flowers blooming beside them. "Foxglove."

"Fiona loves to spread different flowers about while she travels the island."

He nodded to another, "And red campion. I enjoy flowers."

"One of nature's bounties that fills us with joy."

Finally, he let his eyes raise to hers. "I am so sorry."

Her smile turned bittersweet, "Apologies made when unwarranted devalue the warranted ones. So many times we think we have failed when in fact we show strength in our perseverance. You've not failed Rexton, you've proven yourself a survivor."

He blinked slowly, absorbing her words and the wisdom within them. "Thank you," he whispered, a hand settling upon her own, "I've never… it happens so rarely I didn't even consider…"

"So long as you are inside my loop you will never be alone should this ever happen again, unless you so request."

They smiled to one another and Rexton wiped some of the sweat from his brow with a heavy sigh. "Would you prefer to return to the house?" she asked, helping him to stand.

He sighed and glanced to the path, briefly wondering if he even had the energy to. Before he could answer properly, his companion began to swing herself under his arm to serve as a support. "Miss Peregrine, I'm not completely indisposed." He laughed.

"That may be true but you very much require assistance."

He glanced back toward the beach, remembering the activities he enjoyed with the children. "But the children…" he trailed off, not wanting to ruin their sandcastle surprise.

"Will be perfectly fine. I'm sure whatever they managed to do today to surprise me can easily be done another day. Enoch ran on ahead to let them know I was otherwise occupied and could not make it today," she explained, helping him begin to walk along the path back to the house.

He chuckled and shook his head. "You Ymbrynes. Always one or two steps ahead."

"Helps when one cares for children."

"Probably not when one of them is taller than you and you need to drag him back home."

Her laugh helped relieve some of the tension still trapped within his chest. "Helping you currently is hardly a challenge. Try having an incorrigible invisible boy that insists on living life in the nude. Some days I wonder if I'll never have to remind him to put his clothes on."

He couldn't help the cackle that burst forth as he remembered his own experience with young Millard. "Teenagers."

They continued to stumble along to the house when an idea flitted through Rexton's mind. "Miss Peregrine? How adverse would you be to an invasion in your kitchen?"

She raised an eyebrow as she glanced up at him. "For you, I'd make an exception. But is now really the right time?"

He smiled down at her, taking in how she held his chest in support of his weakened frame. "It is always the right time to bake my dear Miss Peregrine. Not only does it provide happiness to the baker but the results are hard to argue with."

She shook her head in amusement but had to agree. "Will you allow me to assist?"

"Your kitchen, your rules."

They had entered the garden by now, the entrance to the back of the house nearly in sight. "Though I will restrain myself from baking too much. Rationing had only been ongoing for a few months when you needed to create the loop, correct?"

"Yes but I anticipated such a move and ensured we were well prepared beforehand."

He nodded, "I should have known."

As they entered through the back entry, Miss Peregrine slowly released her grip and let him walk about the pantry without assistance as he examined ingredients. He hummed and tsk-ed a bit before gathering different jars and bottles together to be carried to the kitchen. "Ah-ha!" He exclaimed in surprise, pulling a jar of almonds off one of the topmost shelves.

"That may not be wise. Millard is allergic." Miss Peregrine advised.

He paused, pursed his lips, and thought briefly. Then a smile slowly formed, "Then Miss Peregrine, this treat will be a secret between you and me; a sort of thank you for my stay," he then glanced down at the nuts in his hands. "And for… earlier."

Rather than wallow in changing the events of the past, Rexton quickly set to work in the kitchen, a comfortable silence filling the air. Miss Peregrine began to make tea for them as he combined ingredients in a bowl and set a pot of water on the stove. "When that boils would you be so kind as to add the almonds? They'll need blanching before I can mill them." He asked, kneading the bread dough in a bowl.

"Of course." She replied, pouring their tea into mugs.

He nodded in thanks and continued to focus, feeling his anxiety loosen its grip upon his chest and nausea slowly begin to fade. He still felt a little sluggish, though he expected that to last until he chose to finally rest. He must have gotten lost in his mind for soon Miss Peregrine had begun to mill the now skinless almonds into a fine powder. Glancing at the dough, he knew he may have over-kneaded but the bread would still be delicious. He moved it to rest on the warming stovetop and draped a moistened cloth over it.

"What, exactly, are you going to be making with this?" She asked, setting the bowl of almond flour in front of him.

He smiled, "Magic."

At her look of bewilderment, he was about to explain further but footsteps up the backstairs drew their attention. Rather than divert his attention away from his work he focused on the confection he planned to surprise Miss Peregrine with. Ingredients were carefully measured, egg whites separated from their yolks, and before long he was piping small disks on a pan before making a racket to release any air caught within. It was then he realized that he wasn't alone - Victor stood in the doorway to the pantry, arms crossed as he watched the goings-on. "I wondered where you went. The kitchen wasn't where I thought I'd find you."

"Decided I would surprise everyone with some treats. It's been quite some time since I was last able to."

The boy hummed, "I didn't expect that from an Army General."

Rexton shrugged. "I don't believe in following stereotypes. Whatever a man does a woman can do too. Same for men. What prevents us from cooking, knitting, or even darning socks if it makes us happy?"

"I've never thought of it that way."

A slightly uncomfortable silence fell over them though Rexton continued moving about the kitchen, beginning to work on a batch of choux pastry on the stove. "What do you prefer Victor custard or fruit fillings?"

"I quite enjoy a good custard. My mum used to make us custard pies for our birthdays," he replied with a bit of sadness in his voice.

"Custard it is. Know if anyone has chocolate or strawberry allergies?"

Sitting at the table he shook his head. "Just Millard, but he's only allergic to almonds."

"Wonderful. Triple flavored custard-filled croquembouche it is."

As he continued to work he noticed that Miss Peregrine had yet to return. "Forgive me, I tend to focus a bit too much when I bake. Whatever happened to Miss Peregrine?"

"Oh, I walked Horace home from the beach. He was beginning to have a migraine. Sometimes they get so bad he becomes disoriented so I offered to bring him back from the beach early. Miss Peregrine was helping him upstairs and she's probably making sure he has anything he could need." Victor explained.

"Ah. And you saw me baking and got a bit curious?"

He smiled and then glanced at his hands on the table. "Not only because of baking."

Rexton raised an eyebrow. "If you've any questions, I'll do my best to answer."

He was quiet for a time, obviously gathering his thoughts. "Ever since I found out just how strong I am I've wanted to help people. Abe was telling me what you did in the war. With the hollowgast? I want to leave with you. I want to help."

The air left his lungs and his heart leaped into his throat. "How old are you?"

"Seventeen sir."

"You're barely old enough to have joined the army. Abe was an exception among my men because of his peculiarity, the others were all over the age of twenty-five according to my direction. What makes you think I would take you with me?"

He stood from the table quickly, the seat screeching as it was rapidly moved back. "I'm strong! Imagine your ten best soldiers and put them in one body. I can learn fast and I have nothing to keep me here."

Rexton's eyes squinted as he slowly turned from his workspace. He couldn't help but allow his shadow to move through the kitchen. "Nothing to keep you? Even your sister?"

"Bronwyn knows how I feel about the loop. She knew when we came here that I wasn't one to stay in safety while others are in danger."

"And yet Victor, you are in danger."

But no sooner had "What?" fallen from his lips, cold shadows wrapped around his ankles and wrists.

Slowly walking through the kitchen, Rexton eyed his prey. "You said you can't use my shadow against me! That you only do that in desperate situations!"

"I don't need your shadow to teach you a lesson kid. My own is more than strong enough." He responded, watching as Victor struggled to move any muscle in his arms.

"And just what lesson is that?" He shouted.

"If you can't protect yourself or even sense something that you can see slowly creeping up on you, just how are you going to sense something invisible?"

"That's why I need training! You could teach me. You and I are alike - we can't see the hollowgast."

"Oh you're quite right, I can't see them like Abe. But I can feel their shadows. I've four other men that can sense them in some way due to their peculiarity. Just how are you going to sense where your enemy is?"

Victor was rendered speechless, he'd thought he would have easily been accepted as what Abe had dubbed a 'Hollow Hunter' due to his sheer strength alone. Rexton was continuing to work on his baked goods, his shadow holding Victor in place. He glanced down at his hands and felt amazed and somewhat humbled as he still couldn't move despite his strength. The sound of heels clicking against the wooden floors caused a spike of nerves to flick through him as he realized his caretaker was returning. Had she heard their conversation?

Miss Peregrine entered the room with a smile that quickly fell as she saw Victor held by shadows. She narrowed her eyes at Rexton who continued to bake blissfully unaware of the near-death stare he was receiving. "Mr. Ambrose, do I need to gather my crossbow or will you release Victor without any further threats?"

"Terribly sorry my dear Miss Peregrine. I'll have him released in a jiffy." He replied with a wave of his hand.

Swiftly the shadows encircling wrists and ankles retreated to their owner, the loss of their cold embrace a little startling to Victor. He gently rubbed a wrist, glancing at the man who had soundly defeated his dreams then left to return to the beach. Miss Peregrine kept her eyes on her guest as she sipped on her now cold tea. "And just what was all that about?"

"Simply an attempt to educate a teenage boy with a hero complex."

She hummed in response and leaned against a nearby counter to face him. "I wondered when he would ask you to take him with you."

He laughed. "And you couldn't have warned me?"

"You're a general and a man who kills hollows, Mr. Ambrose. A teenage boy is no match for you."

He smiled and opened the oven to check the status of his bakes. "I didn't expect to have your blessing in this situation if I'm honest. I was racking my brain for other confections to gain your mercy."

She smiled and sipped at her tea. "Well, this is a difficult situation. Normally I'd have your head for attempting to tell my children what to do. However, it is in Victor's best interests to stay here, even if he refuses to realize it."

"I hope for all our sakes he learns that before it is too late."

Despite the wondrous smells filling the kitchen both couldn't help but feel a bit nauseated at the truthfulness of those words.

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Taking a step back from the pyramid of pastry surrounded by a cloud of spun sugar, Rexton began to think he may have gone a touch overboard. Glancing about the kitchen he noticed that not only had the mess he'd made as he baked had been cleaned except for the small area he'd been working at, but he was very much alone. He pursed his mouth and glanced around, realizing that he'd gotten a bit too focused as he baked.

Smells of a delicious roast in the oven filled the small room and he wondered just how much prep work he had missed assisting Miss Peregrine with. With a sigh, he quickly cleaned the last of his baking supplies before removing the apron he'd borrowed. He smiled at his croquembouche and hoped the children would enjoy it as much as he enjoyed creating it. He moved it into the dining room and placed it upon the already set table. She'd been busy as the children played and he allowed himself to be lost. He shook his head as he moved into the kitchen once more to grab the small box of treats he'd made for her as a thank you and then went to search for her. 

Which fortunately took no time at all as she had been making her way downstairs. "All done?" She queried, smiling brightly.

He nodded, "I'm afraid I may have been a bit of a hindrance in your own cooking though."

"Nonsense," she waved him off, "I'd only needed to prep the roast for tonight and get it started. The rest relies upon some of the children to assist in various ways. I believe Fiona is planning on bringing in a parsnip tonight."

"Might be a bit of a lonely parsnip." He quipped. 

"Not when it's nearly the size of Bronwyn. Lord knows we need her help to bring it in and to prepare."

Rexton felt his eyes grow and she chuckled at his response. "What's this then?" she asked, pointing to the small box in his hands

"Ah."

He moved closer and handed it to her. “That bit of magic I promised. A small gift, my way of saying thank you for…" he paused, unsure how to voice his gratitude. "Everything, I suppose."

"You didn't have to do such a thing. I'm quite grateful to have a guest in my loop. We don't often have them as I'm sure you're aware. And as for…” she paused, gently tugging at the end of her jacket to set it in place. “Well, as an Ymbryne I have to help someone when they need it while in my loop. It's part of who I am." 

"Regardless, I hope you enjoy them."

She gently pried the lid open to reveal six identical macarons that very nearly matched the pink of Claire's dress. "I noticed you had some spare raspberries lying about so I whipped up some fresh jam for the filling and then used some of the juice to help color them. It's been some time since I've been able to craft a proper macaron so I hope my memory didn't fail me," he explained as she lifted one from the box.

"And here I thought you preferred home-baked goods with individuality."

A laugh escaped him. "Yes well," he paused to clear his throat, "I may also have been trying to impress."

"You don't say. You'd think you'd have done enough of that with the tower of pastry." She chided, lifting a macaron to her lips for a taste.

"Years of hunting Hollows and fighting wars tends to block out time for pastries and cakes. I will be the first to admit, I have gilded the lily a bit too much. But I wanted to bring a bit of Parisian goods to your loop, which automatically means striving for perfection."

"And I have to admit that you succeeded." She interrupted, sliding the lid closed. "I may require more macarons as a visiting fee in the future."

"A fee I would gladly pay."

Their eyes met and as slow smiles formed, Rexton felt his stomach flip and instantly began to panic. He turned back to the kitchen, "The children should be back soon correct? I'd like to have a chat with Abe before dinner, so I'll see if I can catch them on their way."

"Are you certain? You've hardly rested since-"

"I'll be perfectly fine!"

She huffed and called out the door after him, "You have an hour and forty-seven minutes until dinner!"

He nodded and waved his hand as he left to acknowledge her. Pushing all thoughts away of what he felt just happened, he quickened his pace to address far more important manners. He'd managed to make good time and easily persuaded the others to hurry back to the house with the hint of a surprise awaiting them. He hoped Miss Peregrine wouldn't be too upset at him for suggesting they could have one of the treats he'd made. He and Abe waited a bit until the children were out of hearing range and very nearly out of sight, and then Rexton turned to his closest friend.

"I swear to God, Abraham Portman, I have baked bread that is smarter than you."

The lieutenant turned to his general, face full of confusion. "What's that supposed to mean?"

His face was blank as he stared down at his friend and fellow hunter. "Think boy. What could make me angry with you?"

Abe sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "I thought he could help. If you're going to be forming an actual party of Hollow Hunters you're going to need as many people as possible."

"Not. Children. Abe." He snarled, his teeth clenching together as his arms crossed.

"He's hardly a child Rex."

"Seventeen is not a qualification for an adult."

"Didn't stop you from bringing me in." He mumbled, rocking on his feet.

"The only reason you were brought in was because of your peculiarity and my desire to keep casualties and fatalities to a minimum. And because you were focused on doing what was right as a whole rather than any personal glory that I've seen firsthand," Rexton paused and clasped his hands together tightly.

"You have lived through one war, which was an atrocity and literal genocide, yes. Yet the men and women who fought alongside you were either seasoned veterans from the previous war or were of the few who have experienced a fight with Hollows. You were granted a great privilege in learning from them all. But you have not, and I pray you never will, experience a war where young men enlist due to propaganda, peer pressure, or some false sense of adventure that serving in a war will bring; thinking they would become heroes and protectors of their country and loved ones.

"The majority I served with during the Great War died horrible and painful deaths and those that managed to survive have either buried that experience so deep within them they hardly remember it or joined their comrades when the memories grew far too painful to bear.

"So yes Abe, when I say that boy is a child I know what I am talking about. I have seen hundreds of boys just like him, ready to charge into battle and grab the glory but when reality strikes,  they see the horror coming and revert to lost children. If I close my eyes at night I can still sometimes hear the cries for their mothers or the pleading for the pain to just stop. If conditions are right, I remember living in the trenches and how you can be conversing with a friend only for a sniper to get a lucky shot, and then you are wearing their blood."

Silence reigned between them as Abe considered all of Rexton's words, his stomach-churning. 

"And that is just war , Abe. Have you forgotten how much more chaotic and fierce Hollows can be? Or the seventeen of our squad that died as we fought to ensure the safety of not only our troops but everyone that was in danger? What of the potential peculiars that live outside of loops we did our best to protect by fighting those monsters?"

He shook his head, tears slowly trekking down his cheeks as he remembered their names and peculiarities. Abe hadn't forgotten but he certainly hadn't thought this through. 

"The Hunters are only an idea for now. To be presented to the Council at this year's meeting and only after I have their full approval will I even consider finding those willing to discover where these monsters are coming from and how we can keep the loops and those outside of them safe. The goal is not glory and numbers of Hollows dead; it is protection and peace for peculiars as a whole."

"I'll… I'll talk to Victor. Explain that… that I was wrong." Abe sighed, fumbling over his words.

"You're not wrong though Abe. Victor could very well become a great Hunter, he has the potential and the drive. What he needs is patience and yes, training in time. Which if I'm correct in my assumption, you could easily provide until he's at least twenty-one. Would definitely give him an edge and advantage."

Abe blushed as he wiped tear stains away, "Well, staying for Emma was only one good reason. And if I stay, I could protect the loop and provide Victor some training. So there are the three reasons I was looking for."

Rexton smiled as he clapped his hand upon his friend's shoulder. "You deserve some happiness and fulfillment in life, Abe. Hold onto it with both your hands and never let it go."

Abe nodded, "Thank you Rexton. Only you could give me a good tear down and then prop me back up."

A wide grin lit up his face, "That's what brothers are for. Now, if I remember right, someone quite skilled made some very good pastries this afternoon. Shall we try to sneak some behind the Bird's back before dinner?"

It was with a heavy sigh that Rexton left his room to head for dinner. Having changed into his black suit for the night, he tugged at the sleeves to assure they were in their proper place as he slowly walked past some of the children's rooms. A soft groan caught his attention, just barely heard, and he turned to the door it came from. He gently knocked to ensure whoever was in there was all right. "Come in." 

He turned the handle slowly and winced at the sad sight before him. Horace laid in his bed, covers and a pillow over his head to stop sound and light from making his migraine worse. "How are you feeling?" Rexton asked, his voice soft.

A heavy sigh was his answer and though he wasn't seen, nodded in response. Glancing about the attempts to block the windows with thick curtains, he then got an idea. "Horace, do cool temperatures help relieve your pain?"

"Sometimes." He whispered.

"With your permission, I'd like to try to assist. Would you permit me to place my hand where it hurts the most?"

He groaned and peeked out from behind his pillow, eyes squinted in not only confusion but also due to photosensitivity. He gave a nod before taking Rexton's hand and setting it on his left temple underneath the pillow. Closing his eyes, he focused upon the shadows in the room, communicated his idea to them, and slowly smiled as they began to move according to his will.

The windows soon became dark despite the late afternoon sun and just under his hand a shadowy patch formed over Horace's temple. He whispered to his own shadow and felt it flow from his hand to further cool the boy's brow. "This will last well into the night for you. If it becomes worse do not hesitate to send someone for me and I'll adjust them for you."

"Thank you." He breathed out in relief, turning on his side and falling asleep before Rexton could leave.

He nodded and walked to the door with a smile. He gingerly closed it to not disturb the now sleeping boy, but when he turned to go down the stairs he jumped in surprise as Miss Peregrine stood close by. "Thank you for that. There have been so many times where I wish I could have done even a fraction of what you just accomplished for him," she whispered as she took his hand.

He shrugged, "Like you, it is part of my nature to assist those in need."

She smiled, "I'm beginning to see why Abe spoke so highly of you."

They'd begun to walk down the stairs together and he paused on a stair behind her. "Only now? The pastries weren't enough?"

She let out a small chuckle, "Oh no, those were simply a bonus."

"I may have to sneak extra sweets to the children in retaliation for that."

She turned and glanced up at him, an eyebrow lifted in amusement, "You are certainly welcome to try."

Surprise filled his features and he hurried down. "They can't all be that well behaved."

"Perhaps, but I believe you'd be sabotaging yourself."

"How so?"

"Well, you are a guest and have a far more expansive knowledge of the outside world than any of us. I'm sure if I made a few suggestions my children would gladly try to pry any stories from you while I sit and enjoy your attempts to keep them entertained."

They stared at each other for a few moments outside the dining room's doors, a test of wills as to who really would cave in this nonsensical battle. Her eyebrow raised causing his lip to curl slightly and he let out a soft laugh before raising his hands in surrender. "You win this round, my dear. Though it may surprise you to know I've already volunteered to entertain your children tonight, extra sweets bestowed or not."

She grinned, "As kind a man as you've proven to be, I anticipated as much."

He watched her open the door to the dining room to take her seat and had to simply shake his head and sigh. "You Ymbrynes know everything."

Dinner was relatively uneventful though Victor had opted to rest due to a headache. Rexton felt a bit guilty at his approach to dissuade him from the idea of joining the Hunters and made it a point to talk with him before he left in the morning. His thoughts were interrupted by Bronwyn asking, “What story are you telling us tonight Mr. Ambrose?”

He smiled and gave a soft laugh. “I was thinking of one that you may or may not be familiar with. Snow White and The Seven Dwarves.”

The children exclaimed in wonder while Enoch rolled his eyes and leaned his head back against the chair. “A princess story? Really?”

Rexton chuckled and gestured for him to lean close. He held his hand to hide his mouth from the rest and whispered “Well, she does die at the end.”

Enoch shrugged his shoulders and mumbled, “I suppose that it won't be too bad.”

The children helped to clear the table and as Rexton washed the dishes and Miss Peregrine dried and set them away she couldn’t help but murmur to him “When he finds out she ends up living happily ever after, he will have your head.”

A hearty laugh escaped Rexton and he leaned close, “Maybe a promise to send him some new hearts will help.”

Before long, the children had settled where Horace would usually share his dreams with them - whispered excitement filling the room as the adults entered. Miss Peregrine sat in Horace’s usual chair as Rexton stood before them all running the story through his mind. Abe stood from his spot and handed him a guitar. “Thought you might use this too.”

“You just want to hear me butcher Disney’s songs.”

“Can’t say the thought hadn’t crossed my mind.” he teased back, sitting with Emma and placing his arm around her shoulders which earned him a stern glance that melted into a soft smile from Miss Peregrine.

Rexton felt his shadow prod at the tips of his fingertips, eager to help him tell this story. Raising his right hand, he allowed it to escape and settle upon the makeshift screen, the words Snow White and the Seven Dwarves taking form. “It appears I’ll have some assistance tonight. This story begins much the same as any other -"

Once upon a time, there lived a lovely little princess named Snow White. Her vain and wicked Stepmother the Queen feared that someday Snow White’s beauty would surpass her own. So she dressed the little Princess in rags and forced her to work as a scullery maid. Each day the vain Queen consulted her Magic Mirror, “Magic Mirror on the Wall, Who is the fairest one of all?” and as long as the Mirror answered, “You are the fairest one of all,” Snow White was safe from the Queen’s cruel jealousy.

With the story begun, the children paid rapt attention as he continued, his shadow conjuring the scenes he would describe and he would play the guitar to help him sing the few songs Snow White would sing. As the Princess ran through the woods to escape the murderous plans of her Stepmother, Claire moved from her spot to sit on Miss Peregrine’s lap as the trees and animals in the woods would transform into cruel hands to catch her and eyes that watched her flee in fear. Fortunately, seeing Snow White had reached the cottage and singing happily as she worked helped alleviate her own fear.

When the Dwarves came and found Snow White, they laughed as she caught them with dirty hands and forced them to wash before they could eat. “Just like Miss Peregrine!” Olive claimed with giggles.

As the Evil Queen transformed herself into a witch all the children watched in awe and fright, Rexton’s shadow flowing on the wall to depict it in detail even as his voice changed to suit the old hag. “One taste of the sleeping apple and the victim’s eyes will close forever.. in the sleeping death!” he exclaimed.

Cries of “No!” filled the air before Rexton jumped into a jolly tune upon the guitar and sang the dwarves entertaining song for Snow White. He used a different tone of voice for each, leading to giggles from his audience. Abe reached for Emma’s hand and he led her in a light dance, as the others clapped along. When Rexton’s faux extreme sneeze of Sneezy finished the song, they sat and he continued to speak. Though as he introduced Snow White’s song, he was stopped from singing as Miss Peregrine began to sing the lyrics, rocking Claire in her lap. 

Rexton felt himself begin to stare but he truly couldn’t help himself. Her voice was lovely and light and her familiarity with the song led him to believe she had sung this for the children on more than one occasion. With its end, he spoke and continued the tale until the moment they all feared, the Evil Queen in disguise misleading Snow White to eat of the apple, only to moments later fall to her own demise.

As the dwarves mourned Snow White, Rexton opted to end the story quickly as a few of the children sniffled in response. “So beautiful, even in death, that the dwarves could not find it in their hearts to bury her; they fashioned a coffin of glass and gold and kept eternal vigil at her side.”

“He wasn’t kidding. She really did die.” Enoch muttered, convinced that Rexton had been exaggerating.

“The Prince, who had searched far and wide, heard of the maiden who slept in the glass coffin.”

“And there’s the rub.” he interrupted, quiet enough that no one heard.

The rest of the children rejoiced as Snow White was awakened from death with True Love’s Kiss and went to live with her Prince. “And they lived happily ever after.”

Applause filled the room and Rexton gave a half bow with a chuckle. "Thank you for such a lovely story, Mr. Ambrose." Miss Peregrine said as she stood, "Would you like to join us for the reset?"

"Absolutely. I was disappointed to have missed it last night. Abe said it's quite a show." 

"It's the best reset ever!" Claire exclaimed, hopping with joy as she grabbed her small gas mask.

Several of the children followed as Miss Peregrine prepared for the reset. Their excited chatter filled the air until the sound of the phonograph being wound silenced them. The familiar sound of German planes sliced through the song to Rexton's ears, a slight panic filling his chest as he watched them fly past. He reminded himself that Miss Peregrine had been keeping this loop running for over five years and would never allow any form of harm to befall her children to prevent his shadow from reacting to the perceived danger above. His heart began to beat faster as the bomb fell and he glanced at her figure focused on the sight above them. Just as it seemed the bomb would brush the roof of their lovely home and ruin it forever, everything froze. 

Rexton swore that his heart stopped with the rain and he watched in awe as the world around them re-wound to the previous night, the night sky clear and lit with stars. Miss Peregrine removed her mask, a bright smile lighting her face in having used her peculiarity. The children left to prepare for bed and he walked over to her. "I think I'm not alone in trying to impress." He alleged, helping to move the phonograph inside.

"I don't try to impress Mr. Ambrose, I do impress." She revealed with a confident smirk.

His eyebrows raised quickly before he stuffed his hands in his pockets, "That you do my dear. A far better show than what Miss Avocet and Bunty have on offer."

She was slightly shocked at his casual name for Miss Bunting which prompted him to explain, "Bunty and I bonded relatively quickly when I was first asked to be the liaison between the British government and the Council. It's become something of a habit to refer to her as such and let me assure you, she quite enjoys it. I wrote a letter to her once, addressing her properly, and let me tell you, her response was quite upset that I had refrained from using my nickname for her. From then on she's always been Bunty, even among others."

A soft smile had formed on her face as he explained, "She must think very highly of you then."

He shrugged, "She's a special old bird and I owe her quite a bit."

"As do I. She and Miss Avocet-"

Rushing footsteps coming downstairs interrupted the pair and they turned to see what had happened. "Miss Peregrine! Miss Peregrine!"

Bronwyn came running down the stairs, Enoch and Abe close behind her as she flung herself into Miss Peregrine’s arms. "Good heavens, what's wrong?" She asked, trying to lift Bronwyn's face from its place against her torso as she sobbed.

"It's Victor," Abe answered, glancing between the two. "He's gone."

Immediately, Miss Peregrine was in motion. "Abe, you are in charge until I return. Enoch, please take over stories for the little ones tonight." She knelt to make eye contact with Bronwyn, her hand gently caressing her cheek and wiping away her tears. "I promise I will find him and bring him home. Leaving in the middle of the night is no proper way to say goodbye. Especially to you dear."

She nodded and went to stand with Abe who pulled her close in a hug. "Take Rexton with you. If anyone can track someone in the middle of the night, he can."

The two left the house in a near run. "If we coordinate our efforts, you from the sky and me on the ground, we can likely find him quickly."

"He had to have left ten minutes into dinner when we were all occupied, just barely having caught the last ferry at six o'clock this evening after running to make it. Victor, as smart as he is, will know that I will anticipate how far he's gotten and will thus make an effort to either expend himself to make it further or make camp closer to the pier in an attempt to evade my search. I propose I fly ahead while you search the area around the pier. Should I find him, we will return to you on foot but if I am unable to locate him, I will return to you." She explained, her voice picking up in speed. 

"Perfect plan. I'll see you on the mainland." He said, following her out of the loop and into the night.

She gave a nod and took off, flowing into her peregrine form, flying away with a cry piercing the night. Rexton paused briefly in awe but then took off to find the ferryman to do whatever he could to get to the mainland in record time to find Victor.

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He’d no idea just how long he had been walking, checking each shadow as he passed for information. A few had noticed a boy of Victor’s height which had guided him to his current location. A wailing cry pierced the air and caused him to pause, glancing up at the near pitch-black sky. She came close, landing to walk beside him. “Anything?” she asked, her eyes flitting about the darkness.

“It’s not been easy. New moon means less shadows and trees aren’t the best at conversation. Fortunately, there have been some footprints to follow.” he explained, kneeling to another shadow.

Closing his eyes, his lips moved as he spoke and visualized Victor in his mind. Has he passed by?

No Erebus.

He released a frustrated groan as he stood. “Another negative.”

“We’ll find him. Have you tried this direction?”

He turned to the east and felt for a shadow. One responded and he hurried to it, kneeling and asking yet again. Yes, Erebus. Small leaf pile ago.

“He was here. Maybe forty-five minutes ago,” he said, jumping to his feet.

She nodded and they continued on. “How did you know to go east?” he asked, voice curious. 

“We bond with those in our care. It can help in situations like this. Not always, mind you, but it does give us a bit of a way to go should a child get lost when we choose to leave the loop for a limited time.” she said.

Quiet fell between them as he continued to find small clues as to where Victor had gone, asking her if she felt any tugs toward any direction before they would move on too far. “What are you going to do with him when we find him?” he asked to fill the silence.

“Most likely reprimand him for having upset the others so much, especially Bronwyn. Ensure he is unharmed and then make our way back to the loop in the morning.”

“What about you? How long can you be outside?”

She shrugged. “I have an hour and thirty-six minutes left before I absolutely must leave. Should we find him close to that, then I’ll depart and leave him in your care to get him home safely.”

“And what if he refuses to return to the loop?”

Her head whipped to glare at him faster than he thought possible. “He will return to the loop. Even if only temporarily to apologize and offer an appropriate good-bye.”

He lifted his hands in a placating gesture, “I’m just saying, it’d be a good idea to have a plan for whatever situation should arise.”

“And what do you have in mind?”

“What makes you think I have a plan?” he questioned with an eyebrow raised.

She simply paused walking and gave him a stare.

“Okay, okay. I’ve a plan. It’s probably not great, but it does give him options. My estate, Morningside, is something of a safe haven for peculiars I’ve come across over the years. If Victor is dedicated to this wild plan of joining the Hunters once they’ve been approved, he’d be welcome to come and live there until he is of age - under the condition he works on the estate in the meantime.” he said, detailing what he’d been thinking as he made his way to the mainland.

“The Hunters?” she asked, confusion evident upon her features.

He let his head fall back and sighed. “It’s a plan I came up with to help keep peculiars safe. Both inside and outside loops.”

“You’ve never mentioned it.”

“It’s supposed to be raised as a subject for consideration at the next Council meeting. The long and short of it is that I would recruit those who have experience with fighting hollows and then together we'd train volunteers to be just as efficient as we’ve become over the years. Then they would be assigned to each county to patrol and eliminate any hollows or wights they encounter. Loops would have higher-ranked hunters living near them in a yearly rotation, though never know the location of the loop or even which Ymbryne is in charge of it in order to further protect the loop should they be captured and interrogated.”

They’d made some further progress as he explained his idea and though Miss Peregrine neglected to comment on it, he was glad to have at least explained it to one Ymbryne prior to the meeting. 

He paused and placed a hand on her arm to stop them. She looked at him and found he was sniffing the air. “Do you smell something?”

She did the same, analyzing each breath before she recognized the faint scent. “Campfire.”

Slowing the pace, Rexton watched his steps closely to avoid making a sound and encouraged Miss Peregrine to do the same as he raised a finger to his lips. As they neared, the sound of wood crackling began to quell the silence and soft light began to illuminate the pair. He shook his head at the sight they’d found. Victor had made a fire to keep warm as he slept propped up against a nearby tree.

He sighed and extended his hand to give Miss Peregrine the lead now that they had found him. She nodded to him and walked to stand over the sleeping teenager. "Victor Bruntley." She stated, her voice hard and serious.

The sleeping boy was startled awake and stared up at them dumbly before realizing the situation he was in. “Wha- Miss Peregrine? How did you-?”

“Never mind the hows,” she interrupted, her face stern, “what matters is that you’re unharmed and found.”

“And that I go back with you.” he huffed, crossing his arms. “I’m not stupid. I know why you’re here.”

“Whatever you may think, it is best that you return to the loop. Even if only to apologize for your actions. I’m sure you’ve underestimated the severity of what your leaving unannounced has resulted in.” she explained, knowing that her charge had his mind made up about leaving the loop.

“Wait. You’d let me leave?”

“Of course. Your life is yours to live Victor. Only you can decide whether you wish to live it inside a loop or not. Just because I am averse to life outside the loop and wish to keep all of you safe within it does not mean you are a prisoner. If Emma or even Bronwyn came to me and expressed their wish to leave, I would assist them with such though it would pain me to see them leave.”

Victor paused in thought, processing her words, then glanced up at her in worry. “Bronwyn?”

“She was very upset. I think she expected you to say goodbye at the very least,” she said, her voice having lost its ferocity and taking on her normal tone of voice.

He leaned his head back against the tree and groaned. “What am I going to do?”

“About that,” Rexton said, cutting into the conversation. “If I may, Miss Peregrine?”

Her gaze met his eyes and though she clearly had more to say, gave leave to him with a  stiff nod. “Thank you,” he stated, walking closer as he had stayed back to allow the two some sense of privacy as they spoke.

With a heavy sigh, he began to lay out his plan that he’d spoken of with Miss Peregrine earlier, and with the more details he gave, the more Victor’s eyes began to shine with excitement rather than regret. “And I’d be able to join the hunters?” he nearly begged.

Rexton let out a chuckle. “Provided that the Ymbryne Council approves of the program, that you still wish to join at the age of twenty-one, and that you pass the required training.”

Victor stood and shook his hand. “You’ve my word,” he vowed before turning to face Miss Peregrine. “I’m really sorry I left the way I did Miss Peregrine. I knew it wasn’t right but I just felt…”

She smiled and placed her hand on his shoulder, “I understand Victor. Return in the morning with Mr. Ambrose and see your sister. I’ll return to the loop to update everyone on what’s occurred as I am sure Abe has yet to get them to settle completely.”

“Will you tell them I’m sorry for upsetting them?”

“I will, but hearing it from you tomorrow will mean more I am sure.”

“We can head out the day after for Morningside. Have the day with your sister and friends.” Rexton added, his hand coming to rest upon Victor’s other shoulder.

“Thank you.”

Miss Peregrine gave a squeeze to Victor’s shoulder and then turned, taking off as a peregrine falcon to return to the loop. The two made themselves comfortable by the fire, a comfortable silence settling between them. Rexton allowed his shadow to rest as interacting with so many others to find Victor in addition to the day he had caused it to be fatigued. He glanced over at Victor only to find him fidgeting with a stick between his fingers. He knew he wouldn’t be sleeping anytime soon so decided to break the quiet. “Tell me about yourself, Victor.”

He scoffed and flicked the stick into the fire. “Not much to tell.”

“I doubt that very much. It’s not often I meet someone so eager to go out and learn to fight a hollow. Even in the army, I had to talk some of the peculiars into it.”

He nodded and stared at the fire. “My da, he was a firefighter. Saved a lot of people before I was born and even more after. He always told me that there was nothing better than helping someone in need. And no one was in more need than those whose life was at stake. It’s why he loved his job so much.”

Rexton nodded. “He sounds like a very courageous man.”

“He was,” he whispered, eyes still fixed on the fire before them. “He died when Bronwyn was three.”

“You’ve my condolences.”

“He saved a mother and baby from a burning building. It wasn’t easy knowing he was gone, but everyone he had ever saved came to the funeral. Every. One. So many lives were lengthened because he cared. Anyway,” he continued, rubbing a hand under his nose, “My mum cared for us best she could on her own, but she eventually got remarried. Things were okay at first, but then he started coming home late. Our meals began to get smaller, even though mum gave us more than she gave herself. It wasn’t until he got fired from his job that I realized he’d become a drunk. Blamed mum for it all of course, and then one night…”

Rexton had moved closer and placed his hand on Victor’s shoulder when he paused. “You don’t have to tell me about this.”

He shrugged, “He wasn’t a nice man. And when he went too hard at mum one night and she didn’t get up, that’s when we found out that Bronwyn was just as peculiar as me. Snapped his neck before he could think of coming after us. She was eight.”

Rexton cursed under his breath and shook his head. Victor continued, “I made it look like an accident - like he fell down the stairs. And then we grabbed our things and ran. Miss Peregrine found us a few days later and offered us protection in the loop. I met Abe on one of his visits home. He refused to take me with him into the war and I wasn’t old enough to get in anyway. Initially, I stayed because of Bronwyn. But I want more from life than what the loop offers. I want to help people, save them like my da did. So when you came and then Abe mentioned the idea of the hunters I latched onto the idea and thought it could be something I could do. Something I could learn to be good at. But when you said I was too young I got angry. I decided that was it and I was leaving as soon as I could.”

He sighed and finally made eye contact with Rexton. “Definitely not the best idea I’ve ever had, I admit. I acted more on impulse rather than think this through. And I’m sorry I reacted the way I did.”

“I believe an apology from me is in order as well. I’ve seen a lot in the past thirty years, a lot of death. Far too many were your age and I tend to give a knee-jerk reaction at the idea of anyone so young facing such dangers.” he stated, shaking his head at the memories.

“I understand. You and Miss Peregrine just want us to be safe.”

With a smile, Rexton nudged Victor with his elbow, “And here you said you didn’t have much to tell.”

They laughed and Victor nodded. “I didn’t expect to just let all of that out. It’s been some time since I thought about life before the loop if I’m honest.”

“Perhaps you needed to let it out. Does us good to talk about the past.”

Victor returned the nudge, “So what about you?”

“Well, before the war I was in France helping any peculiars I found to evacuate. Some were sent to me by others from other countries and some were locals. Before that was the Great war. And before that, well,” he paused, glancing up at the stars. “Before that, I’m not too sure.”

“What do you mean?”

He sighed, “There was an accident of some kind. I don’t remember what happened or what my life was like before it. I just woke one day and had no memory. The only thing I could remember was who my closest friend was, Enid Emrys. She helped me to remember a few things about myself but the majority hasn’t come back. We hope that with time it’ll resurface but there’s no way to know.”

Victor nodded. “Well, that’s just godawful.”

“It’s not ideal, I’ll say that. But I’ve made my peace with it and I’d like to think I’m doing what’s best.”

The two settled back into silence and Rexton let out a heavy sigh. He glanced at his hands and lifted his left, shifting it around before flexing his fingers and slowly rousing his shadow to see how it was feeling. Before he could even release it he recoiled in surprise as an oily shadow made itself known and his shadow buzzed in anticipation. As it worked to locate the intruder, he gave a glance to his companion and began to speak softly. “Victor. What I am about to tell you is lesson number one of being a hunter.”

He gave a confused look, “And that means?”

“When you are told to do something, you follow it to the letter. Whenever I tell you, you take off for the port and you run. You don’t look back and you don’t come back here.”

Victor instantly knew what he meant. “How close is it?”

“I mean it, Victor. You run as fast as you can. Don’t you dare use any strength; not even to lift so much as a feather.”

“I can help you!”

“You’ve never encountered a hollow Vic. You might think you can help, but you’ll be a constant distraction. Get out of here so you can see your sister in the morning. I promise you, you will have your days of fighting. But not tonight. Go!”

As the boy took off, Rexton focused on the shadow, face contorting in disgust from the scent it gave off. “God, can’t you guys take a shower between your quests for blood?” he mumbled.

He glanced around the area, keeping an eye on the moving shadow as he evaluated different fighting tactics and eliminated them one by one quickly. The shadows produced from the campfire were weak but helped to strengthen his own. Due to the new moon, not only could he not make out the details of the hollow but he wouldn’t be able to produce a weapon from them so he reached into his boot and pulled a set of daggers from it. He released the catch that held them together and slid them into his hands. A quick fight would be best as he definitely did not have the endurance or strength to go on for long.

Tilting his head from one side to the other, he forced his body to relax as the monster came close, his heart thundering in his chest. It was best to let it believe it had caught Rexton unaware so that it was unprepared for any type of assault. In a flurry of action, he sped back, narrowly avoiding being snared by one of the many tentacles he knew were likely spread wide from its mouth. He groaned in disgust at the wide path of saliva that now coated his torso.

Focusing on the shadow that was barely cast, he feinted left, anticipating the hollow, just to move right, getting close to slice at what he hoped was the torso. With a loud guttural cry, the hollow grabbed Rexton with its unnaturally strong hand, long fingers indenting about his shirt as it squeezed tight about his waist. His arms were held fast against his body, his own daggers beginning to slice against him. He cried out, kicking at the monster. His mind drifted to Victor, hoping he had gotten far enough away as a tentacled tongue swiped against his head and tightened against his throat. 

He needed to focus on the here and now, breath becoming shallow and his heart galloping in his chest. With renewed determination, he swung a leg and managed to hit the ribs, causing the hollow to falter but not release its grip. He tried to scream, frustration getting the best of him as none of his kicks managed to ease the beast’s grip. Before he could manage another thought as to what to do, the monster’s grip released and he fell to the ground, spraining his ankle. His face grimaced and he couldn’t stop himself from reaching to hold it in his hand tenderly.

“What in the hell?” he rasped, his throat tender as he righted the daggers in his grip.

His shadow screamed at him to move quickly as it sensed Victor’s arrival. His eyes could hardly believe what he saw - the boy had a hold on the hollow and was crushing it with both hands. “Victor no!” he screamed, forcing himself to move though his ankle was screaming at him to do the opposite.

The young man was suddenly wrenched from the ground, floating in midair. A piercing shriek filled the forest and then Rexton watched in horror as Victor was flung into a nearby tree, his torso bearing the brunt of the impact. Rexton’s throat closed in shock, feeling as though the hollow had gotten hold of him once again. His eyes narrowed and he pulled every shadow in the area to him, anger fueling his peculiarity. He saw the hollow lurking over Victor’s body, its crushed leg preventing it from coming after Rexton. His lip curled in a snarl and he flipped the dagger in his left hand.

The world went silent as he flung the dagger to land squarely in the hollow, the only sound Rexton could hear was his heart beating steadily in his chest, it’s ferocious beat deafening out the hollow’s cry. He rushed forward, adrenaline and anger numbing the pain he once felt. Using the embedded dagger as a handhold, he lifted himself up the monster’s body, slashing at it’s torso with his left hand as he rose to come face to face with it. “Why can’t you monsters go back to the hell from which you came?!” he shouted, using all his might to sever the hollow’s head from its body.

Blood spattered from the hollows throat, coating both of them in the black foul-smelling substance. It’s body fell to the ground and Rexton stood before flipping his daggers together to slide back into his boot. He ran to Victor and began to inspect the damage. “Shit. Shit, shit, shit,” he whispered, seeing that the tree had nearly cracked in half where Victor had hit.

He felt for a pulse and was relieved to find one. Weak, but alive. Various scenarios went through his mind, he had no idea where the nearest hospital was though they would likely be unable to help. Two others had died this way in a fierce fight during the war and Rexton feared the worst. He swallowed thickly and lifted him into his arms. A groan escaped Victor’s lips and his eyes opened slowly. “...wyn…” he whispered.

“I’ll get you to her Victor. I promise.”

The black of his hands flowed to cover his body and then slowly began to cover Victor. “This is going to hurt so badly,” he muttered to himself, focusing his mind on the surroundings of the Cairn in his mind and calling every shadow he could to transport his body and Victor’s through to their location.

He let out a deep groan and glanced at Victor first. He’d fallen unconscious in the shift which he’d anticipated. “One more,” he mumbled, words beginning to garble.

Slowly, he stumbled into the loop and braced himself against the wall as he and Victor entered the loop. He felt a wave of nausea flow through him but he managed to stave it off. His breathing had grown heavy and his muscles shook with the weight of the boy in his arms. Holding his breath, he focused once more, the entry hall clear in his mind.

With a loud thud, Rexton felt his knees connect to the floor and he let out a harsh groan at the impact. His lungs burned as he took a deep breath, his throat tight as he fought against the urge to pass out.  “Peregrine!!!!” he shouted, already beginning to fall back. 

Footsteps surrounded them, but his vision was fading. “Abe… Hollow…” he mumbled, his voice weak and tired.

Mumbled words reached his ears and the light above him was fuzzy as a high-pitched ring sounded through his ears. “Hit a tree. Bad. Like Anders.” his voice sounded muffled and everything spun.

He fell back into oblivion.

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Pounding… Pounding… Pounding…

The sound of Enid’s heels echoed down the hall, bright light filling the space around her.

“Get her out of here Rex!” a deep voice called, holding back the door to the safe room.

“Myron, he’s going to kill you! YOU go with her!” he bellowed, taking his friend’s defensive position.

The two disappeared as the door behind Rexton splintered, an invisible force holding him tight as a falcon swooped into the room. The bird swiftly transformed into a man, enraged and screaming nonsense. “You may have delayed the inevitable my brother, but I will always gain the upper hand!” he shouted, turning to see Rexton held tight by one of his hollows.

“And you,” he snarled, “You will never see the light of day again!”

Abe sat quietly next to his friend's resting body, hands clasped tightly together. Emma walked into the room slowly, bringing a dinner tray for the two men. "Still unconscious?" She asked, setting it on a nearby table.

He nodded, not trusting his voice at the moment with her. He glanced at the door and then back to Emma, a wordless question in his eyes. 

She smiled sadly, "I just took a tray to Bronwyn. She's not speaking to anyone right now, not even Miss Peregrine."

He gave another nod in understanding. He couldn't help but feel this was entirely his fault; if he hadn't mentioned the Hunters it was entirely probable that Victor would still be alive. That his closest friend wouldn't be stuck in a comatose state. That the entire house he wished to protect so much was in mourning. His mind swirled in circles as he tried to figure out how he could make amends when he noticed Rexton’s body begin to tremble.

"Emma, somethings wrong."

Before they could get too close, Rexton let out a loud guttural cry as his body tightened on the bed. Just as quickly, he fell back against the pillow, head lulling unnaturally to the side.

"Get Miss P!" Abe shouted, already beginning to check the status of Rexton's heart.

She hadn't even made it to the doorway when he cried out, “He’s not breathing!”

“Miss Peregrine!!!” she shouted, the sounds of footsteps coming up the stairs filling her ears.

The bird all but flew into the room, taking command of the situation as she removed her jacket and stood opposite Abe. "I overheard Mr. Portman. We have very little time; out of the room Emma! Does he have a pulse?" She instructed, voice fast and precise.

"No ma'am, compressions?"

She nodded, "At thirty, I'll provide rescue breaths. This happened out of nowhere?"

"Yes ma'am."

Her mind flitted about, wondering just what could have caused such a reaction seemingly out of nowhere. Rexton had been unconscious for two days now, but had shown no sign of cardiac distress or its sudden arrival. Abe's voice pulled her back and she focused. "Thirty ma'am."

Gently, she pressed a hand to Rexton's forehead and adjusted his airway with the other pressed to his chin. She quickly gave a breath and glanced at Abe, who was watching to ensure Rexton's chest rose. He gave a nod and she proceeded to give a second before Abe continued compressions. 

They repeated the cycle twice more when Rexton’s hand rose and caught Miss Peregrine’s arm. "Jack, you lousy cat’s plaything." He mumbled, words slurred, before falling back into unconsciousness.

Miss Peregrine’s breath caught as Abe ensured Rexton was indeed alive and back into the realm of sleep. It was entirely possible he was speaking of another Jack or was even just mumbling absolute nonsense. But memories of her monstrous brother filled her mind regardless, threatening to distract her and lead her down a painful path. “Don’t know what that was all about. But his ribs are nearly healed and Enoch removed his stitches earlier today.” Abe interrupted with a sigh, bringing her back into the present.

She hummed and moved to the door. “I’ll take care of him tonight Abe. You need to get some rest.”

He hesitated to respond, causing her to turn before entering the hallway. “Miss P, I’m going to be leaving in the morning.”

She raised a brow, “Leaving?”

“I’m going to Morningside. I need to inform everyone of what’s happened to Rexton.”

Her eyes narrowed and she closed the door behind her, secluding the two. Before she could speak, he interrupted, "I thought I could stay here, live my life in peace and not feel guilty about it. But now… I've the ability and the skills to hunt and kill these monsters. Why should I live in peace when they exist to search and plunder our safe havens?"

She stood opposite him and rested her hand on his shoulder. “If that is your choice, you are old enough to decide for yourself. However, I would like to send an official letter with you from the Ymbryne Council. When I informed Miss Avocet of Victor’s death we discussed the Hunters program. Mr. Ambrose has the full support of the Council.”

Abe nodded, “I’ll inform our old unit. It’s possible we can get some trainees brought to Morningside before Rexton is able to return.”

Pulling him into her arms, she sighed and held him tight. “Very well. I know we will miss you terribly but I understand your choice.”

They parted and as Abe stuck his hands in his pockets, she cast her glance to the ground before asking, “Have you told Emma?”

With a sigh, he ran a hand through his hair. “I plan to. She deserves to be safe. And if that means sacrificing my happiness for it, so be it.”

“Just don’t forget you’re sacrificing her happiness as well, Abe. Your choice in this affects her too.”

He nodded and then let his eyes fall back to Rexton, his unconscious form not helping his guilt fade any. Miss Peregrine noticed the change in his expression and gently tilted his head to meet her eyes. Her stomach was tight with sadness and grief but knew her charge needed to hear the words, "You're not guilty for any of this Abe."

He scoffed and went to the door. "Try telling yourself that Miss P. See if it rings true for you too."

Her jaw clenched and eyes closed tight. She had to admit, he wasn't wrong.

Grief was a pain so many didn't experience until well into their life, until years passed after such a bond was forged. Peculiars were not so fortunate. Most experienced abandonment from family, fear from friends they once shared laughter with, expulsion from those they trusted. 

But to lose a fellow peculiar, a brother …

Bronwyn let her head rest against the window, watching Miss Peregrine and the others as they observed the loops reset. She would miss the rain, at least until tomorrow when it would repeat itself. The weather reflected her mood and it helped her feel less guilty about not crying anymore. If she couldn't cry, at least the world around her could do it for her. It had been nearly a week since Rexton suddenly appeared in the hall, her brother moments from death in his arms. For bringing him back to her, Bronwyn would be forever grateful. She was able to say goodbye and to know that though he died, he died doing the one thing he had always wanted to do. 

She shook her head and slid from the windowsill. She never understood how someone could be willing to die for anything, anyone , especially a stranger. The stories her brother would tell of their father and his dedication to saving others, his eyes full of admiration often confused her but she let Victor have his dreams. And if he got to save only one person in his life, she was glad it was Rexton Ambrose. 

At the thought of him, she gave a quick glance outside, reassuring herself that the others were still occupied. She slid from her room and up the stairs to the attic room he had been staying in. It took a lot of restraint on her muscles to silently grasp the door handle and enter the room, afraid she would unwittingly break the metal in her haste. The room was dimly lit, a lantern on the bedside table flickering softly and she wondered if the shadows surrounding him had any effect on how he healed. She sat in the chair she assumed Miss Peregrine had moved in to watch over him and let her eyes rove over his sleeping form.

Tucked under the covers of the bed it was difficult to make much out other than his face and arms on top of the soft blankets. She knew he'd been injured in the fight but no one knew any of the details of what had actually happened. Victor didn't have time and Rexton had lost consciousness shortly after his reappearance. She clenched her teeth and began to wonder just why she came up here. She had only left her room when everyone was asleep or busy outside and only to make use of the bathroom. Maybe because he was alone. Maybe because he was the last one to see Victor before the hollow got its claws into him. 

Her eyes rested on his hand, shadows softly swirling against the blanket. Before she could question it, she held his hand in hers and sighed. Her mouth twitched and she felt her throat begin to tighten with emotion. She had been grieving the loss of her brother but had she thanked the man who nearly died to bring him home? Her mind wondered if he would hear her, if it was even really important. With a sad smile she gently squeezed his fingers. "Get better Rexton, okay? Just… just get better. Someone has to stop all this." She whispered.

A heavy sigh escaped him and her fingers were squeezed slightly in return. She felt a brief panic flash in her chest. "Can… Can you hear me?"

Another squeeze.

She gave a half laugh and stood, letting her hand move to his shoulder. "I'll tell Miss Peregrine. She'll be so relieved."

Bronwyn had nearly left the room when she heard his voice crackle, "Wyn? Vic… Vic…"

She turned and felt a shadow press against her hand. "Not your fault, General," she said firmly, "Don't you blame yourself. There's enough of that going around this house as it is."

He nodded and the shadow linked around her wrist gave a soft tug. "You're stronger than anyone I know. And you'll never be alone," he rasped, the words slowly escaping him.

She gave a smile and tugged her arm back. "I'll hold you to that."

With another sigh, the shadow lessened its hold and she wondered if he fell back into unconsciousness. She hurried down the stairs and slipped into Miss Peregrine’s room to wait. She finally felt like she could take up her headmistress on the offer to talk.

Chapter Text

The first sense that came back was touch. Soft sheets were a temporary comfort before raging pain flowed throughout his body. Definitely pushed too much for one day. At the time, everything he'd done seemed like a good idea. As lightning bolt-like pain shot up and down his spine he began to feel the bitter pangs of regret. Not due to his current physical state but because he knew he failed yet again. 

The second to return was smell. As the days passed, he began to know just who was with him as their subtle scents became the whole of his world. Hugh and Fiona were easy to tell, faint whiffs of honey and earth followed them everywhere. Emma had a trace essence of crackling fire that was comforting and Horace's fine suits of wool reminded him of better days. Claire and Olive were a mixture of sunshine and tea, while Enoch was a staunch flow of formaldehyde. The one that calmed his pain and soothed his raging mind the most was pipe smoke and he refused to acknowledge that line of thinking. The only one he wasn't sure of was Millard, though he did wonder where the scent of pigs came from. 

Taste was close behind the return of smell though he could only grasp the basics of broth and water as he was spoon fed in his unconscious state.

He assumed sight returned along with his hearing though it was impossible to definitively know as he certainly did not have the strength to even open his eyes. It was fortuitous that they returned as Bronwyn visited, her words muffled but understood. It took everything he had to offer what little comfort he could and even then he slid back into full unconsciousness for a time.

The first thing he noticed was that the pain had faded. Oh his body was stiff and sore from laying in bed for so long, but the shooting pains from overexertion of his peculiarity were gone. He took a deep, cleansing breath - his lungs filling with the ever-present scent of pipe tobacco and he knew he wasn't alone as he began to fully regain consciousness. His hand registered another's grasp and though the words were muffled he sensed the concern and his mouth slowly ticked upward in a very small smile. "I'll be alright." He groaned, voice cracking from lack of use.

More words were muffled and he shook his head in hopes to clear his hearing. He was quickly stopped as her hands stilled his movements, but the action had its intended effect. "No sudden movements for a time yet. We still don't know just how badly you've been injured."

He grumbled but settled down, eyes still struggling to open fully. He gave a heavy sigh, "I've survived worse."

"And I've lost a child so if you don't mind, I will be overly cautious until I deem it necessary to be otherwise."

By the gods, she knew how to twist the knife in. His hand blindly caught hers and he winced as she squeezed it tightly. "I should have brought him straight home. I let my guard down and you and your children are paying the price."

It was silent between them for a time, both lost in their thoughts and grief. Miss Peregrine’s hand left his and he heard her heels click to stand away from him, he assumed to look out the window. With a heavy sigh, she began to speak. "All of us need to stop blaming ourselves over what could have been done differently. What has come to pass has come to pass and none of us can change it, no matter how much we wish we could."

Her words were quiet but bold in tone and Rexton strained to open his eyes. Her heels clicked again and he was finally able to see her outline in the dimly lit room. She moved once more to sit beside him and she gave a weak smile upon seeing his eyes once again. He gave a sigh of his own and met her gaze, "For what it is worth, he fought bravely and with a courage I've rarely seen on the battlefield."

Miss Peregrine’s eyes watered at his words though she kept her tears to herself for later, likely when she would be alone and could privately grieve. He didn't begrudge her choice, it made sense as they'd only known each other for a few days before everything went to hell. But deep down, a part of him wished they were closer so he could be a shoulder that she could freely weep upon. 

Any further conversation was immediately put on hold as several pairs of footsteps loudly clambered up the stairs and voices cut the air. "Miss Peregrine!!! We couldn't stop her!" Emma cried out, alerting the headmistress who immediately went into a protective state in concern for her wards.

The door flung open and the petite blonde that swept in the room completely bypassed the intimidating Ymbryne and bee-lined for Rexton, not even hesitating as she punched his arm. "That's for getting yourself in this mess!" 

He groaned and she punched his arm again. "And that's for being so lousy at giving directions! Your friend got so lost it took him three days to find Morningside. It's barely a full day's journey on foot from here!"

Rexton groaned again and shook his head. "Lovely to see you too Enid. I trust your journey went well."

Her fists flew to her hips, she was so angry she didn't care that she likely looked ridiculous and the epitome of a rude houseguest. "Trust my journey… I swear to whatever higher power that exists Rexton, you are lucky I don't murder you where you lie."

"Enid, there's children present. Please refrain from threatening bodily harm and be a good example for once in your life. And at least have the good sense to introduce yourself to the Ymbryne of the loop you've invaded," he said as he pulled himself up to sit in the bed, rubbing the sore spot on his arm.

She went to spout off what likely was another enraged comment but Rexton interrupted her with a raised hand. "I'm told she's an expert with a crossbow. And it looks like Hugh has brought it up with him so if you'd like to stay here, uninjured I might add, it would be best if you remembered your manners."

She gave a glare that would have scared some of the best soldiers he knew in the war but he rolled his eyes at her. As she introduced herself and insincerely apologized for her rash actions, Rexton was grateful to have a moment to pull himself together and slide his legs out of bed to try to stand. 

"Don't you dare, Mr Ambrose." Miss Peregrine’s voice cut through the air like a glowing red knife.

He pulled his eyes to her and realized that while he could easily shrug off Enid's fury there was nothing quite like Miss Peregrine’s rage. He gave a sheepish look in return and raised his hands in surrender as she returned her attention to Enid. Enid, out of worry for Rexton, was arguing that her invasion was more than reasonable and Miss Peregrine, out of concern for her children's safety, was trying to fully understand just who Enid was. "All right, that's quite enough ladies," he thundered, using his shadows to quite literally pull them apart.

If he was a sane man he would have begun to fear for his life and beg forgiveness. 

He was not a sane man. 

"Enid, your concern is quite appreciated though I could have done without the punches. As you can see, I am fine and will recover fully."

He turned to Miss Peregrine as he released his shadows, "My dear, I apologize profusely for her behavior and the lack of regard concerning the safety of your loop and your children. Now, can we please have a civilized conversation like adults, Enid ?"

She huffed and crossed her arms. "Did she tell you your heart stopped, Rexton?"

His eyes fluttered in surprise and he glanced back at Miss Peregrine. She sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose, "Twice. Actually. Once before Abe left and a second time, about a day later."

He glared at her as Enid glared at him. "Somewhat pertinent information, don't you think?"

"Yes, because with you being unconscious until only thirty-three minutes ago I should have laid heavy information on you and let you be. Heaven forbid I decide to bring that up later when you'd actually be able to comprehend it."

"Well, I'm comprehending it now!"

"What happened to acting like adults and having a civilized conversation, Rexie? For the Children ." Enid smugly stated with a roll of her eyes.

He glanced to the door and dropped his head into his hands as nearly all the children stood there, most with amusement written plainly on their faces. I've actually died and gone to hell haven't I? He thought. He was brought back to reality as the door shut, giving the three of them some privacy. 

"I apologize for neglecting to send them away sooner. I was a bit concerned about Miss Enid’s sudden appearance and with everything that has occurred recently, I was likely overreacting." Miss Peregrine said.

Enid sighed, "I should apologize as well. When Abe came with the news of Rexton's injuries and the news of a hollowgast fight so close to a loop I also let my concerns and worries get ahead of me. Yes, he's been through worse, but I was there at the time and could help him."

"Alma Peregrine." She said, her hand extended.

"Enid Emrys. I believe we got started on the wrong foot."

They shared a smile and Rexton huffed into his hands. "Twice?"

"Twice." Miss Peregrine confirmed.

"Well Enid," he sighed, "I think your concern was warranted."

She gave a smirk, "Told you so. I am glad to see you've been in good hands though."

"Did you doubt it? You know as well as I that ymbrynes are some of the best nurses. Comes with their peculiarity. Not to mention her charges helping her."

"You knew they were with you?" Miss Peregrine asked, tilting her head to the side.

He nodded, "I'm not entirely sure of the exact timeline but yes. I was able to notice subtle things - certain smells," he raised an eyebrow at her, "some lingered longer than others."

Enid noticed the slight blush rise on the other woman's cheeks and grinned as an idea formed. "Speaking of your children, I believe I should go down and apologize for my… impassioned arrival."

Rexton glared at her as she left the room, closing the door behind her with a wink back at him. He sighed heavily and moved again to stand. Miss Peregrine rushed to his side, "Your injuries -"

He grasped her hand and rather than let himself be pushed into the bed, he pulled himself up. "Are nearly healed. I've… some irregular additions to my Erebus abilities."

"But you've only just woken."

"I appreciate your concern highly, my dear. I remained unconscious for so long because I overextended myself, not because I was badly injured. I'm sure you noticed that any cuts and bruises have long been healed." He explained.

She nodded but her gaze remained skeptical. "Will you be leaving us soon then?"

He pressed a hand to his heart, "Eager to be rid of me so soon?"

Her lips twitched into a small smile at his actions and she moved to glance out the window at the children outside. "I just know they will miss you terribly. Despite… everything," she paused, her grief rising into her heart once more, "They've enjoyed your visit and were quite worried when you appeared in the hall… covered in hollowgast blood and…"

Rexton moved to stand near her, his hand resting on her shoulder to turn her back to him. Their gazes met and suddenly she fell into his arms, her tears breaking through her resolve. He held her tightly with one arm and used the other to rub her shoulders as she began to quietly sob. "I've got you," he whispered, slowly rocking them side to side. "I've got you."

He felt his own tears begin to fall. He may not have known Victor as well or as long as the rest of them, but the boy made an impression and he had wanted to know him better. He had wanted to give him the chance to grow and pursue his dreams. He knew before they left the hollowgast's carcass that Victor was going to die and he knew he would do everything he could to bring happiness back to his family, including the woman weeping against his chest. He never wanted to bring pain to this home, the family of peculiars he had come to cherish in such a short period of time. If anything, they had become so dear to his heart that his drive to end the hollowgast and wights had increased tenfold.

He sniffled as his nose began to react to his tears, drawing her attention back to him. His hold on her loosened as she lent back to meet his eyes and he gave a small smile. "He was a good kid. They all are," he began, nodding towards the window.

They watched as the children dragged Enid about, each wanting to show her something and by her body language it was very apparent that she was extremely uncomfortable. "We should probably rescue her." Miss Peregrine stated, her voice slightly cracked from her tears.

"After she barged into your loop? She deserves anything the kids throw at her. Millard should pull several tricks on her actually. I might have to go find him and give him some encouragement."

She smiled and slapped his chest. "Good lord no. Any encouragement from you and I'll never be able to get him to wear clothes. And by the way, if you ever use your shadow to pull me from my prey again you’ll see first hand just how skilled I am with my crossbow."

He laughed and reluctantly let her go from his arms. Seeing her smile gave him hope. Hope that life in this loop would return to normal one day, that laughter would fill these walls once more. Hope that one day he'd come back and her smile would light up her face again.

Chapter Text

Ten Years Later - 1955

He was seething. 

Standing at the doorway, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed against his chest so he wouldn't begin punching anything, Rexton watched as Abe packed his possessions into a suitcase. The silence hung between them like a heavy cloud ready to burst forth with thunder and lightning. Abe pretended he didn't feel his friend's eyes following his every move, continuing to neatly fold his clothes before placing them in order. He knew what he had done and he hadn't agreed blindly. He knew the risks if he was caught or if something had gone wrong and he knew Rexton would have this reaction when what he had done was finally brought to light. The only thing he hadn't anticipated was his punishment. He assumed he would have been sent to a punishment loop and left alone to live in some hellhole for eternity. But somehow, and he had no doubt that Rexton was involved, he was being exiled to any place that wasn't under the guidance of the British Isles Ymbryne Council. He settled for America as plenty of people immigrated there daily, what was one more? He let out a sigh and glanced about his room here at Morningside. It was lovely to have lived here; training recruits to fight peculiars, staying up late with Enid and Rexton as they had set up the parameters for the Hunters program, the nearby village that housed multiple peculiars as a refuge - those that were too old for loops or the ones who chose a life outside of them. He would treasure the memories of his time here. 

"So that's it then?"

Abe latched his suitcase and faced his friend. "That's it."

Rexton shook his head and entered the room. "I know you told the Council you were fully aware of the risks, the danger, and the consequences. But were you really? You weren't exploited because of what you are?"

Abe let out a heavy exhale and went to exit the room. "We've discussed this multiple times, Rex. Let it go."

"You cannot tell me it is a coincidence."

Abe turned from the stairs and gave him a tired stare. "It wasn't. Once I was told about this option I thought about it. I spent several days and I really, really thought about this. I was fully prepared and went into it knowing I could die," he paused briefly and rocked back on his feet. "Didn't anticipate the exile though. How did you manage that?"

Rexton paused and narrowed his eyes. "What do you mean, you didn't anticipate exile?"

He scoffed, "I mean, Myron's going to a punishment loop. Why am I given special treatment? I'm assuming it's either because of you or Miss Peregrine."

He tried, really he did, to control his emotions. His shadows were swirling around his fists like small tornadoes, and Abe eyed him warily as he took a few steps back. "You weren't given special treatment Abe," he growled and began to pace, "Your participation in this left the Ymbryne Council's hands tied. Tell me the truth, were you fully aware of all the risks?"

Abe's brow furrowed in confusion, "What do you mean? What are you suggesting?"

The room began to visibly darken as shadows continued to swirl about, now flowing away from Rexton's body and filling the surrounding area. "If a peculiar has a part of their peculiarity removed, no matter how small, they cannot leave or enter a loop ever again. If they do, they go mad, get lost within their mind, imprisoned within until they die. That is why what you did was illegal and that is why you are being exiled without being allowed to return to Cairnholm to say goodbye. It's a miracle you didn't have that happen when you left Myron's loop and none of the Ymbrynes were willing to take the chance of condemning you to that fate."

Abe couldn't begin to describe how he felt. His eyes closed tightly and he worked hard to control his breathing as so many emotions swirled within him while he processed what he had been told - anger, fear, despair, betrayal. "I could've… I can never…" he gasped, clutching his heart and staring at the floor.

"I'll kill him. I'll kill him for this, damn what I promised Enid. She'll probably help me when she finds out he betrayed you too." Rexton barked, calling his shadows back to him.

He was grabbed by the shoulders and shaken. "Don't you dare. He's not worth it. You'd just be placed in a punishment loop like him and all the work you've been doing will be for nothing. My mistake will have been for nothing. He is not worth hurting Miss P or the others. You know they care for you just as much as I do."

His anger cooled at Abe's words and his shadows finally retreated back to their place. He was right. If he took justice into his own hands he would hurt so many others. Enid already had her heart broken by Myron's betrayal, she didn't need him to crush it further. In the years since he'd first gone to Cairnholm he'd grown close to the children and their headmistress. If he gave in to his anger he would never see them again and he would never know if they were kept safe. The idea of never seeing her smile again was enough to eliminate his temper and stay his hand in the future. He let out a sigh and clasped his hands to Abe's shoulders in return. "You're right Abe. I'm sorry. For everything."

"Things will work out in the end my friend."

They hugged each other tightly, knowing this was the last time they would ever be together. "I love you Abe. You became the brother I never had and I am sorry I couldn't always protect you."

Abe smiled and let out a quiet laugh, "You can't protect everyone Rex."

"No, but I can certainly try." He said as they pulled apart and began to walk to the front door.

"I love you too, Rexton. Thank you for taking me under your wing and becoming a part of my family." Abe mumbled, slightly embarrassed at verbally admitting it.

Rexton pulled him into a side hug, "We'll keep in touch. And I can pass any letters you have to Cairnholm."

Abe sighed and shook his head, "I've one for Miss P and another for Emma. Would you make sure they receive them?"

"Of course," he promised, tucking the envelopes in the breast pocket of his suit.

"I hope Emma will understand. I’ve not shared details as the Council forbids it, but I know she's been holding onto the hope that I'll come back. It’s just… it's been too long. I'm past thirty now and while I will always love her, our paths weren't meant to stay together. Maybe in America, I'll finally be able to move on. Have a family." Abe admitted as they made their way to the garage where Enid was waiting to take him to the train station.

"You wish to settle down?"

"I always wanted to, eventually. But hunting Hollows took priority after Victor died. And I think it would be easier being so far away from home."

Rexton gave his shoulder another squeeze. "I really hope you find that Abe."

They shared smiles and Abe pulled him back for another tight clasp. "Keep them safe,” he quietly pleaded, fighting tears that threatened to fall.

"Always,” he whispered back.

Enid strolled over to the pair, placing a hand on Abe’s back reassuringly. “The train will be departing soon. We need to head out.”

Abe nodded as he pulled away from Rexton and he tugged Enid into a hug of her own. “Make sure he stays out of trouble for me, will you?”

She laughed and patted his back. “Who says I won’t be the one dragging him into trouble?”

He smiled and began to walk to the car to load up his suitcase. Rexton touched her arm to hold her back for a minute. “He didn’t know about being exiled. Assumed he’d be in a punishment loop.”

Her eyes narrowed and she glanced back at the barn where Myron was being held by Rexton’s shadows. “Punishment loop is too good for that arsehole.” she grumbled, kicking the gravel in irritation.

Rexton nodded and let out a sigh. “I’ve got to get him down to Derbyshire before he ages too much more. Might stay the night with Bunty and Miss Avocet but if things change I’ll ring ahead.”

He began to head to the barn when Enid called out, “Rexie!”

Rolling his eyes at her nickname for him, he turned and raised an eyebrow. “He gets extremely car sick at high speeds. Make sure you use the diplomatic flags,” she disclosed, a sly smile on her lips.

He laughed and shook his head. Causing Myron some unnecessary nausea wasn’t going to satisfy his want to beat the bloody pulp out of him, but it was something.

The drive had been quick and painless for Rexton in his ‘54 Jaguar Roadster though the same could not be said for his passenger. He stood just past the loop entrance with his hands in his pockets as Myron continued to heave the contents of his stomach into a nearby bush. “Enid?” he asked, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

Rexton shrugged and tugged on the shadows keeping Myron tied to him, beginning to lead the criminal toward the large estate that housed the Ymbryne Academy. The walk was silent for a time until the building began to appear through the trees that lined the walkway. Myron began to drag his feet and pull against his shadowed cuffs. "You know I was in the right Rexton. Why are you doing this?"

He rolled his eyes for what felt like the hundredth time since this entire fiasco began. "Myron, would you kindly shut up?"

"We've known each other longer than you've known any of the ymbrynes. We trust each other!"

Rexton turned, his fury evident on his face and Myron tried to step back though the shadow bindings held him in place. "No. No, I trusted you. Formerly. Prior to this,” he began, his finger pointed in Myron’s face. “That is why I introduced Abe to you. Because I never thought once that you would do something to betray that trust. That you had standards. Lines you would never cross. Enid told me I could trust you when I woke up and I believed her. She believed you were trustworthy!”

He raised his hands in anger,  “Do you have any idea how what you did affected her? The woman loved you! Believed you were doing the right things to stop your idiotic brother and the monsters that blindly follow him!"

"I am doing the right things!" Myron roared back, his hands balling into fists as they shook with fury.

Rexton blinked, his brow furrowed. "Using an illegal experiment to split a person's peculiarity is right? Because if it was Myron, I sure as hell wasn't notified! And you know damn well you manipulated Abe into this. He didn't even know what could have happened to him! He thought he was going to be put in a punishment loop like you! I had to tell him the truth. He was devastated when he learned he can never see his family again. Have you any idea what that is like?"

Myron's face cooled into a stony expression, his blue eyes hardening to ice. "I do know what it is like," he growled, leaning against his bonds as his face drew closer to Rexton. "As you mentioned before, I have an idiotic, insane brother. You once knew we were close, thick as thieves we were. But that insane monster that is my brother is not my only sibling, oh no," he spat, a menacing chuckle escaping him.

"Alma LeFay Peregrine was once a Bentham sibling. Our little sister. A talented bird that was taken in by the ymbrynes and because she was so attached to us after the loss of our parents, we were permitted to also join the loop."

"What?" His voice was soft with shock.

Miss Peregrine wasn't excused from the Council due to her relationship with Abe; it was because Myron was her brother.

"And that attachment was not one sided," Myron continued, "I love my sister dearly and though our relationship remains strained, I will always love her. I will do anything to keep her safe and if that means doing something illegal and sacrificing my freedom so be it. I failed her in the past so many times and our relationship will never be what it once was. I've made my peace with that and accepted her choice to protect herself. But if I have the means to offer her even the slimmest chance of safety, I will pursue it and damn the consequences."

Myron pulled back and nodded to the large house before them. "Take me to the Council. My words are wasted on you."

Rexton sighed and continued to walk, his shadow pulling his former friend along behind him. He could understand Myron's motivations but if they began exploiting tactics and experiments like what the Claywings had done in the past, were they becoming their own enemy? At what point do the decisions he would make lead him down the same path Myron chose? Would they? 

Standing beside Misses Avocet and Bunting was Miss Harpy-Eagle, the head over punishment loops. She stood far taller than the other two women, her dark eyes fierce and her presence demanding. Rexton knew to anticipate her and yet was still taken aback by just how built the woman was. She looked like she could take on three hollowgast at once without even blinking. It wasn't surprising she was in charge of those responsible for crimes against peculiardom. She nodded to Rexton and her gaze fixed on Myron. He released his shadows and they swirled around his fingertips in comfort. The exchange was efficient, quick, and silent. Before he was able to even try to introduce himself the Bird and Myron were gone. He sighed heavily and shook his head. "Another brilliant mind determined to be right," Miss Avocet mumbled, her heart hurting at the turn of events.

"The things he said… he truly believes he's doing the right things. For all of us. Because he loves his sister and wants to keep her safe."

Miss Bunting came forward and pulled Rexton into a warm hug. "My dear boy, love is a far more dangerous motive than anyone realizes."

He pulled back and glanced between the two women he admired, "I've found myself wondering. Trying to understand how either of them could have done this. To be so desperate you put aside your morals, your convictions, and proceed to do things you once would have never done."

The ymbrynes led him inside to the parlor, a tea service awaiting them. They sat, sipping at their tea as each one became lost in their thoughts over the turmoil of the situation. Rexton broke the silence, "I suppose the real question is: when fighting monsters, how do you defeat them without becoming one?"

"If only we had all the answers." Miss Avocet answered.

"It seems you've both forgotten that life is a series of problems which we must try to solve." Miss Bunting added.

Rexton smiled and sat his tea down. "I nearly forgot."

He reached inside his breast pocket, pulling out Abe's letters. "Abe asked if I'd send along a few letters to the Cairnholm loop. Would you mind passing them to the informant?"

The two birds shared a glance and Miss Bunting nodded. "Actually Rexton, it has been decided that you will be the informant in this case," Miss Avocet announced.

He blinked several times before fully understanding. "I'm… sorry?"

"You'll be informing Miss Peregrine and her charges of what has occurred to Abraham Portman." Miss Bunting explained further, watching him as she sipped her tea.

He glanced out the window, trying to maintain his calm. His heart beat with excitement at the thought of seeing her again but to be bringing such bad news dampened his spirit. And then he remembered Myron's words. 

"And also the fate of her brother?" He ground out, raising an eyebrow. 

"So he told you. I wondered if he had when you mentioned he spoke of his sister earlier." 

"Yes Miss Avocet, he informed me as we arrived."

She lent forward in her seat, "Neither of us wished for her to remain in the dark this entire time. The current Head of the Council made that decision which tied our hands."

"She was obviously excused from the case due to her relationships with both parties but we were prevented from even informing her of the entire situation. I don't enjoy speaking badly of others but I am looking forward to when she is replaced." Miss Bunting added, a small sneer taking over her face at the thought of the current Head of the Council.

Rexton smiled and patted her hand, "You and me both, Bunty."

He stood and pressed a kiss to both their cheeks. "If you'll excuse me, I've a trip to Cairnholm to make now. I'll have to stop at Morningside and let Enid and the others know of my delay so that they can continue training without me."

"Give her our love. This has been so difficult for her as well." Miss Bunting insisted.

"I shall."

The two watched him leave and waited until the front door closed before glancing at each other. "Did you notice the tips of his ears?"

Miss Avocet grinned, "Awfully red tinged, I saw. Did you not see how he glanced out the window and quickly departed?"

"It is a two day journey, Esmerelda," she noted, sipping at her tea once more. "He probably had other things planned as well. You know how busy he is."

She waved her hand, "Two days in our time Diana. He’s certainly got one of those fancy automobiles awaiting him. Besides, you and I both saw them at the last Council meeting. He had that tiny smile on his face any time she spoke and she was just as bad. Her eyes rarely left him even with Isabel there!"

Miss Bunting nodded in agreement and then a sly smile grew on her face. "Twenty pounds says they'll never admit it."

Miss Avocet scoffed, "Fifty says it will take near the end of the world for that to happen. Both so committed to duty they don't take the chance at happiness, however brief it may be."

Miss Bunting grasped Miss Avocet's hand in hers and smiled. "History does so like to repeat itself my dear."

The two shared a soft smile and hoped that one day the two peculiars so close to their hearts would find a happiness like theirs.

Chapter Text

1955

Morningside Estate

Mentally he began to run through everything that needed tending in his absence. He’d spoken with Elgar concerning the house and then met with Smistad regarding the farms and the livestock of the main house. He’d purposely avoided Enid when he saw her walking the grounds as he returned to pack his things. It was nearing dinner time and he knew he wouldn’t be able to avoid her teasing as they ate once he revealed he would have to return to Cairnholm.

He couldn’t deny that his feelings for Miss Peregrine had grown significantly but he refused to act upon them; not only because their friendship was far more important to him, but because he lived a dangerous life by hunting Hollows and training others to do so. He couldn't guarantee that he would live to see the next day and that wouldn't be fair to any partner of his. Oh, they had flirted off and on, though never in front of the children. But after this year’s Council meeting when Miss Cuckoo arrived as the new representative for the European Council, he certainly didn't imagine just how brightly Miss Peregrine’s face lit up nor just how long their embrace lasted. Or her blushes and averted eyes. He was happy for her, truly. She deserved to be happy with whomever she chose and he was content with being her friend. 

That evening he managed to delay the subject of his travel until the dessert course, only quietly murmuring, “I leave for Cairnholm in the morning.”

Enid’s smirk could be felt across the table. “A visit so soon after your last? My, the Bird must be ecstatic.”

“Not quite. She doesn’t know I’m arriving.”

She tsk-ed, "Naughty, naughty Rexton. Are you at least taking flowers with you?"

He glared at her and took a bite of his pie. "Enid, this isn't a social trip. I was assigned to inform her about Myron and Abe."

The mention of her former lover's name caused the wind to fall from her sails and her manner changed as she poked at her dish. Rexton kept quiet as he knew she would soon have questions and he wanted to enjoy his pie. His cook, Mrs. Russell, had found a new recipe for coconut cream pie and he was hoping she would share it. 

"Why are you telling her about Myron?" Enid questioned, her eyes still focused on her plate.

"Apparently, he is her oldest brother."

Her eyes flew to him in surprise. "Brother?"

He nodded, "I was just as surprised when Myron told me himself. It seems that the Bentham Brothers were once the Bentham Siblings. I don't know exactly what happened but he said they all split ways ages ago."

She bit her bottom lip, absently poking her fork into her slice. "Hey," he interrupted, drawing her attention back to him.

"If you're not going to eat that, quit destroying it. I want it."

She glared and he laughed, stealing her plate away as she crossed her arms and huffed. "Regardless, you know why they picked you to go."

He rolled his eyes, knowing he should have expected her redirection. "Enid, I highly doubt the Ymbryne Council is somehow scheming to push Miss Peregrine and myself together. We're friends. It makes sense for a friend to deliver this type of news."

"Uh-huh. Keep telling yourself that."

His fork rattled against his plate and he couldn't stop a shadow from swirling up his arm. "You weren't at the Council meeting this year so you didn't see how delighted she was to see Miss Cuckoo. Bunty told me they were quite close at the Academy and traveled together for a time after graduating."

She hummed and tilted her head back and forth. "Quite close doesn't mean a relationship Rexie."

He raised an eyebrow, "It definitely means it when Bunty winked as she said it."

Enid sighed, "Well, just because she was happy to see her doesn't mean they're in a relationship. I mean, look at the two of you. She lit up like a light when I came with you and Abe to visit for Hanukkah several years back."

He smirked, "How do you know she wasn't just happy to see you?"

Enid snorted, "Right. Because we are such good friends. Practically bosom companions. You should hear of the shenanigans we got up to at our slumber party."

He turned to her, confusion written all over his face, "You slept over?"

"Oh yeah. Even had a pillow fight in our knickers," she added with a cackle.

Rexton's brain completely stopped and his hand froze in mid-air, his bite of pie sliding from the fork as black silk and lace replaced any thought he once had. Before anything too lascivious began to fully form Enid snapped her fingers in his face to grab his attention. "Rexie, bring that imagination back into line."

He scowled and tossed his fork back to the table, "You're a right twat. I don't know why I keep you around," he said, throwing his napkin on the table. 

He saw her grab her pie back as she giggled. "You love it." 

September 3, 1940

Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children

In the ten years since he had first come to the island, Rexton had been able to visit somewhat frequently but never without Abe. They had even built a concealed dock and bought a boat to avoid having to use the ferry. The fact that he was here alone was bound to raise everyone's curiosity and he truly didn't know just what he would say. It was easy to convince the children that Abe was simply busy with Hunter's matters. Miss Peregrine, on the other hand, had a way of knowing when anyone wasn't telling the truth. He briefly wondered if it was a Ymbryne thing before his mind went blank as her home stood before him. It had been three months since his last visit and only a few days since he received her last letter. He had spent so much time within those walls and yet, standing outside them now he felt his nerves course throughout his body knowing what he had to do and how it was going to affect her. 

He hummed and continued to walk to the house, though as he neared he realized he hadn't heard the children's voices on the grounds beyond. He let himself in without knocking, something Miss Peregrine insisted on since the time he and Abe visited unexpectedly while everyone was off on their daily walk. As the sound of Al Bowlly's crooning voice met his ears, Rexton couldn't stop his grin. He'd sent her all the records he could find of the singer after she mentioned in one of her letters that she enjoyed his voice and missed hearing it on the radio. He slowly made his way down the hall, following the song in the air. He stopped at the kitchen and immediately melted into the shadows so he wouldn't startle her. He couldn't help but watch, mesmerized as she swayed at the sink, singing softly along as she washed and dried the dishes from this morning's breakfast. His smile grew as he noticed her heels gently lift from the ground as though she were dancing. He began to get lost in a fantasy of moving to stand behind her and twirl her into a dance about the kitchen that would make a laugh escape from her lips as he sang along. A dish clinked louder than the others and he shook his head violently as if it would banish his thoughts far away then slid back to the front door silently before he pulled his shadows back to reveal himself, gingerly opening the door before shutting it a bit too loudly. "Anyone home?" he called out, setting his suitcase down.

Her heels clicked furiously across the floor and then she was standing before him, wiping the suds from her hands as a large smile grew on her face. "Mr. Ambrose! What a pleasant surprise. What brings you here?" She questioned, her eyes only briefly leaving him as she took in that he was her only guest.

"I was visiting the group of Hunters assigned to your loop and thought I'd make an appearance. I hope it isn't too much of an inconvenience," he lied swiftly, hoping she wouldn't pick up on it.

"Your company is never inconvenient, you know that. The children adore your stories and songs," she insisted.

He nearly sighed but nodded instead. "And I've come prepared for them. New sheet music and a few stories in my arsenal."

"Please, make yourself at home. The children are out for their daily walk but should return shortly," she informed him before her eyes turned mischievous, "I'll keep your arrival quiet if you wish to surprise them."

His smile widened, "You know me so well Miss Peregrine."

He collected his bag and made his way up the stairs, not noticing that she watched him closely. She was thrilled about his unexpected visit, but the fact that he lied to her face upset her and she was determined to find out the truth.

Miss Peregrine’s voice carried up the stairs which alerted him to begin heading down to prepare to ambush the children. He molded into the shadows and slid down the stairs unseen. She was easily distracting them, going on about some lessons they would likely be getting out of for the day now that he was here. Bronwyn and Enoch were very put out about having to do extra work on their maths and Millard quietly offered to help them before dinner. He glided to stand behind the group of children and slowly emerged from the shadows, winking at Miss Peregrine who gave a small smirk that she quickly hid. He loudly clasped his hands together, startling them to turn and face him. "Who needs math lessons? I've yet to find a use for geometry Miss Peregrine. Perhaps they could have the day off?"

Olive, Claire, and the Twins immediately tackled him with hugs as the older ones glanced back at Miss Peregrine with pleading looks. She gave a stern glance before melting her features into a wide grin. "Why not? One day away from math won't be the end of the loop."

The kids broke out into cheers and immediately began to tell Rexton all about their recent adventures in the loop and how just yesterday they raided the village to hone their peculiarities. He shot Miss Peregrine a dark look but she simply shrugged. He may dislike the idea of them practicing on innocents but there truly was no harm done as they were back the next day, completely oblivious that they had died. 

"Where's Abe?" Emma's voice asked once the others had quieted down some.

Rexton smiled but inwardly steeled himself and tried to keep his expression neutral. "Abe couldn't make it with me this time, he sends his regards though."

She smiled, "Nothing too dangerous?"

"Nothing he can't handle," he admitted.

"We should do something different tonight, I didn't have too exciting of a dream last night so we wouldn't miss much," Horace interrupted, looking to Miss Peregrine for approval of his idea.

"That could be arranged. Any suggestions?"

"We could do a talent show!" Hugh tossed out.

"Without peculiarities. That would be too easy," Enoch added.

"Yes, yes!" Claire exclaimed, her curls bouncing with her enthusiastic nods.

"Mr. Ambrose? Will a talent show suffice for tonight's entertainment?" Miss Peregrine asked, smiling as the children already began to discuss possible acts they could perform.

He smiled at her and nodded, "I look forward to it."

The children rushed off to prepare for their acts, leaving the two adults alone in the hall. "I envy their enthusiasm sometimes," he mumbled, tucking his hands into his pockets. 

She laughed and stepped closer, adjusting his tie as she quipped, "Afraid their talents outweigh yours?"

He grinned and tucked a loose hair behind her ear. "Oh, I am positive they're far more talented than I. This begs the question, are you more talented or am I?"

Her eyes narrowed and she smirked. "Is that a challenge?"

"Of course, it is, my dear. I'll have you know, I've been practicing with that crossbow you gifted me for my birthday."

Her eyebrow flicked upward before she turned to grab her weapon. She effortlessly swung it up to rest on her shoulder and gestured towards the door. "Come along then. My shooting range isn't far away."

He was impressed by her set up, backstops with targets set at different distances, a loading table underneath an awning with a variety of bolts to choose from. There were several moving targets and he was surprised to see she had a clay target launcher. Immediately, she was in her element, her fingertips brushing against a few of the bolts before setting her crossbow on the table. "How often are you able to make it out here?"

"Often enough. When I showed proficiency at the Academy, I was at the range any moment I could spare. Now I come by at least once or twice a week to refresh my skills. One must always be prepared for trouble."

He nodded and picked up a bolt, twirling it through his fingers as he studied the range. "Ladies first then?"

The sounds of the crossbow being loaded answered him and then she was placing it in his hands. "I've the home-field advantage."

He grinned, "Don't want to go first where you roost?"

She blinked once. Twice. "Did you seriously make a pun?"

He let out a loud laugh and moved toward the range. He fired off his first shot, grateful to have hit the 200-meter target though he was far off from the bullseye. He reloaded under her calculating gaze and shot again, this time for the 100-meter target which he easily hit the center of. He grasped a third, reloaded, and managed a bullseye on the 150-meter target. He allowed himself a small smile of victory though he knew he was about to be trounced. He slung the crossbow to her and she handled it with ease, quickly reloading and eyeing the range as she considered her options. Far faster than he imagined, she shot off three bolts, each a bullseye, knocking his bolts out of place. She grinned and flipped a fourth bolt into the crossbow, swiftly reloading before turning to face him as she slung the loaded weapon over her shoulder. His eyes widened and she winked, firing and easily splitting the arrow firmly in the bullseye of the 200-meter target.

Rexton whistled in amazement before admitting defeat. “You know, I expected to be in second place, just didn’t quite expect to be annihilated.”

She chuckled as a blush warmed her cheeks, “I may have gotten a bit carried away.”

“You don’t say.”

“Have another go. Your stance needs some work,” she added, handing it to him as she led him back to the range.

He stood and she nudged his feet with her own until they were to her liking. “Angle your aim slightly,” she murmured, her hands tilting his elbows as she adjusted them.

Rexton was grateful she stood to the side rather than behind him as she helped because any closer and he wouldn’t be able to focus. She truly didn’t know the effect she had upon him and if he could, he would keep that secret as long as possible. He let the bolt off and managed to strike near the bullseye of the 200-meter target. “Again,” she stated, handing him another bolt.

He reloaded and focused on his stance and aim. “Good. You’re a fast learner.”

“Helps to have a good teacher,” he muttered, focusing on the 200-meter target again.

His finger began to squeeze the trigger when she interrupted, “Why did you lie about your visit?”

The bolt flew past the target and well into the forest as he turned his head in surprise. Her face was grim, her lips in a straight line, and her eyes fierce. There was no getting out of this. A sigh escaped him as he walked to the table and set the crossbow down. “Is it a Ymbryne thing? I can never get away with anything,” he asked as a delaying tactic.

“Stop avoiding the question,” she spat out, her glare becoming demanding.

He rubbed the back of his neck and avoided her gaze. He didn’t understand just why this was so difficult. No, that was another lie. He knew why, he just didn’t want to dwell on it. The idea of causing her pain, emotional or otherwise, was abhorrent to him and he hated that the Council had put this upon his shoulders. “There’s been… a development,” he began, turning to lean against the table.

“Hollowgast?”

He shook his head, “No, nothing so bad as that,” he paused, “Well, I suppose that depends on your point of view.”

She hummed and crossed her arms as she dropped her eyes. “Go on.”

“The Council was informed of an illegal operation that occurred late last year and it warranted judicial action.”

Her eyes flashed to him, “I was unaware.”

“No, the Head of the Council decided you were to be kept ignorant of the matter until it was settled.”

“Miss Treekeeper?”

He nodded and mirrored her crossed arms. “When Miss Avocet and Bunty informed me of her decision, they were very displeased with it. I’ve no idea as to her full reasoning but…”

She nodded. “I despise unpleasant matters. She likely was trying to avoid sending them my way unless essential.”

He laughed nervously, “Oh I would classify this as essential.”

“You would?”

“If this was an easy conversation to have, I wouldn’t have lied nor would this be so difficult to just bloody tell you.”

She arched her eyebrow and pursed her lips together as she crossed the distance between them, “Perhaps we should delay this conversation until the children are in bed. I don’t want to spoil their day accidentally if what you’ve to say is this troublesome.”

“I’d appreciate the extra time to get my thoughts in order as well. Believe me, Miss Peregrine, I don’t wish to hurt you,” he said, his voice tapering to a whisper.

She smiled and placed her hand on his. “I know Mr. Ambrose. You’ve become one of my closest friends and I…” she paused and glanced away. 

If Rexton hadn't been distracted by the news he carried, he would have recognized the slight waver in her voice as she stopped herself. “I, too, wouldn’t wish to hurt you,” she whispered as her eyes shone up at him.

He patted her hand and let a grin form. “Exempting my pride you mean.”

She gave a soft laugh, pulling away. “You issued the challenge darling. It’s not my fault your skills aren’t comparable to mine.”

His hand covered his heart, “You wound me, my dear!”

Grabbing the crossbow, she turned to leave but looked over her shoulder to call out, “Loser cleans the range!”

He let out a huff and began to make his way to collect the bolts. Despite their banter, he still felt the tinges of nerves about having to tell her about what Myron and Abe had done. He needed to view delivering the news as ripping off a band-aid.

“Get it together Rex. She deserves to know and even if it hurts her to say it you can do this.”

Rexton knew these kids were talented.

Emma and Hugh sang and acted out Anything You Can Do, I Can Do Better as Fiona and Horace played the accompaniment on the guitar and piano respectively. Bronwyn’s dry wit was hilarious as she delivered a comedic routine. He had to admit Enoch surprised them all as he juggled several jars of hearts while quoting Edgar Allen Poe’s The Raven. Millard’s magic show featuring the Twins as his assistants was impressive and watching Olive and Claire be led through a ballet routine with Miss Peregrine was simply adorable.

Miss Peregrine lit her pipe and took a few puffs as the children excitedly chattered about how enjoyable their evening was and how they had to do it again sometime. Emma turned to Rexton with a bright smile, "What about you Rexton? I believe we saved the best for last."

"And here I thought I had the evening off for once," he joked.

"Please Rexton? You have the best singing voice," Olive pleaded as Claire stood beside her giving him puppy eyes.

"I spoil the lot of you far too much," he playfully grumbled, beginning to head to the piano. 

Fiona quietly approached him as she held a piece of the sheet music he'd brought with him. She tapped the title and gave a questioning look. He agreed without a glance but when he sat on the piano bench he began to feel his palms sweat. This was not one of the pieces he had packed as he purposely left out any that were romantic-themed. Especially this one, as it struck far too close to home for his comfort. 

Enid is not having dessert for at least six months, he thought. He set the sheets atop the piano, knowing the song by heart. He began to play, his eyes briefly closing as the music swirled from his fingertips and the words began to fall from his lips.

If I loved you... Time and again I would try to say... All I'd want you to know

If I loved you... Words wouldn't come in an easy way... Round in circles I'd go

Longing to tell you...But afraid and shy...I'd let my golden chances... Pass me by

Soon you'd leave me...Off you would go in the mist of day...Never, never to know...How I loved you

If I loved you

The room was briefly silent before the children began to applaud uproariously. Miss Peregrine announced that it was nearing time for the reset, quickly fetching her overcoat and heading outside before the rest could follow. Emma grinned behind the rest as they followed, knowing Fiona's secret mission had been successful. Their headmistress was flustered and hopefully, Rexton would notice. 

Reset had always been the highlight of any visit for him to watch as Miss Peregrine used her peculiarity to wind the clock back. He did sometimes wish they didn't have to wear the gas masks so he could see her face as she worked, but then anyone could easily see how he kept his eyes on her rather than the bomb falling from the sky. As the planes rumbled overhead and the bomb fell he kept his eyes on her, watching as she began to slow time. He playfully flicked a raindrop to cover that he wasn't watching the reset. Seeming to effortlessly swirl her pocket watches crown, the night slid back through the day and into the previous night, the summer air warm and sweet now that the rain had gone.

She turned and removed the mask, revealing that brilliant smile. The children took off to get ready for bed with Miss Peregrine behind them. Rexton packed up the record player and umbrella, bringing them in before moving the table back to its proper place. He didn't know just how playing Run Rabbit Run came to become part of the reset but he thought it was too late to ask now.

He made his way upstairs to say goodnight to the children and they managed to wrangle a story off of him before he could return downstairs. He noted that Miss Peregrine had yet to come down so he walked outside to get some air before they would sit and talk. He pulled a cigarette from his pocket and lit it. He slowly walked around the yard to keep his mind moving. He was flustered after having sung such an overly romantic song, its words reflecting his situation. He shook his head and took a deep drag of smoke, releasing it slowly. Now wasn't the time for such thoughts. 

"You've gone over this in your head several times, Rex. Just explain the facts and answer whatever questions she has," he said to himself, wandering through the garden.

He neared the pond and squatted beside it, stretching his shadows out to form small boats on the surface. A few curious fish came to the top, some opening their mouths hoping that he had food. A chuckle escaped him and he stood, pulling the shadows back to swirl about his arms.

"That better be peculiar tobacco, Mr. Ambrose," she called out, walking towards him with her lit pipe.

When he faced her, he noticed she had gotten more comfortable; a midnight blue velvet dressing gown trimmed in ivory silk was wrapped around with a touch of black lace peeked out at the collar. Enid's sarcastic comment rushed back to his mind and he let out a shaky, nervous laugh before answering her. "Alas, no. Which is why I'm out here poisoning myself and the fish."

She shook her head. "I'll put Enid in contact with my supplier."

He nodded in appreciation before turning his gaze to the stars overhead. They were quiet for a time, each lost in their thoughts as they smoked. Until Miss Peregrine coughed and waved her hand in front of her nose. "I don't know how you stand that terrible stuff."

"Got used to it during the war. And then the other war," he grumbled, snubbing the butt out on a rock. 

He returned to the house with her just slightly behind him and he tossed it into the trash now that it had cooled. "I've left the fire going in the parlor. And took the liberty of pouring us some spirits," she informed him.

He groaned appreciatively, "Thank the gods for you, Miss Peregrine."

"Yes, well. It's not often that I indulge myself and considering our conversation I thought it might help some."

He unbuttoned his vest before taking a sip of the whiskey. When it smoothly slid down he nodded in appreciation. "I'd know that anywhere. 12-year Redbreast," he hummed in appreciation before turning a quizzical eye at her. "If it wasn't such a good whiskey, I'd think you were partial to things named after birds."

She tilted her head with a soft glare as she puffed on her pipe, not bothering to comment. He sat beside her on the couch, facing the flames, and slowly sipped at his whiskey, savoring the slight burn in his stomach. "Now that I know your vices, I'll have to restock your hidden bar."

She hummed and swirled the amber liquid in her glass as it dangled from her fingertips. She gave him a slight side-eye and he nodded, downing the rest of his whiskey and sitting forward, placing his elbows upon his knees. "As I mentioned earlier, there was an illegal operation. Enid uncovered it and brought it to Miss Avocet and Miss Bunting who in turn took it to Miss Treecreeper as the current Head. From there judicial action was taken, the guilty parties were put in custody as the investigation continued until a decision was reached and yesterday their punishments were handed out.”

She set her pipe on the table and silently leaned forward, filling her glass a bit more, offering him a refill. He nodded, watching as she poured a healthy amount before replacing the decanter on the side table. "What were they caught doing?" She finally asked, keeping her gaze focused on the fire before them.

“Suul Drawing.” 

She was speechless. 

“The sample that was handed over proved to be not in line with what should have been drawn. I believe it was from barnyard animals but I was only told things secondhand. There wasn’t much proof to exonerate the guilty party but with an admission from the surviving volunteer the council went forward with their decisions.”

“The subject survived?” She questioned, shocked. 

“I don’t know how but yes.”

She shook her head. “Miss Treecreeper should have informed me. This is…”

He turned to her and grasped her hand, "Dearest, I may not know what her reasons were for keeping you so deep in the dark, but I do know why you weren’t initially informed. It was because you are considered to be too close to the perpetrators."

She blinked. "Too close? Just who-"

"Your brother Myron orchestrated the idea and performed it."

She held her breath as her throat tightened. She'd not heard from him in years though that was unsurprising as their relationship had deteriorated many, many years ago. A frustrated groan escaped her and she squeezed his hand. "I shouldn't be surprised. He's done so much over the years."

"I was astounded to learn just how much trouble he's been in. Especially since we were close friends."

She turned to him, her eyes wide. "You know my brother?"

He nodded, "Apparently he was there when I had my accident and lost my memory. He was with Enid when I woke up and helped me with my recovery. Even tried to stop me from joining the war back in 1914."

"I assume he's been delivered to a punishment loop?"

"Yes. Delivered him to Miss Harpy-Eagle myself. I've no idea where he's been sent, but I made sure the journey to the rendezvous was… uncomfortable if not unpleasant."

She smirked then downed the rest of her drink and gripped the crystal glass in her hand, nails clicking against the pattern. "And the other?"

His hand tightened around hers and he too drank the rest of his whiskey, setting the glass down on the table with a thunk. He swallowed and whispered, "Abraham Portman."

Silence.

The wood in the fire cracked loudly and Rexton kept his eyes focused on it as her hand nearly cut off the circulation of his own. She swallowed thickly and closed her eyes. "How did Abe come to know Myron?"

His grip on her hand tightened in silent apology. "I…"

"Of course. You trusted him so you introduced them. You thought he was on your side, fighting against the Claywings and not at all in collusion with them at any point. You didn't believe he would betray you," she snarled, her words pouring out like rapid fire before she threw her glass into the fireplace.

He turned to comfort her but she pulled back, facing him, "You trusted him like I once trusted him."

"I did."

"And now Abe is lost to us."

He rubbed her shoulder, "Not entirely. He somehow not only survived but didn't lose his mind exiting the loop he and Myron were in. He's left for America and when he finds a home he has promised to write. I have letters in my room."

She let her head rest against her hand. "But he can never come back."

He sighed before letting his hand lie between them, ready to offer her his support when she was ready. A few minutes passed before she let hers fall into his and he pulled her into an embrace, an arm wrapped around her shoulders as his hand held hers. He let a few minutes pass, leaving her to her thoughts before he finally broke the silence. "Do you remember the time Abe brought that camera when you'd gotten care of the Twins?"

She smiled, "And he insisted on everyone having a photoshoot."

"Bronwyn detested that dress you made her wear."

"I wanted her to look nice," she insisted.

"She looks nice in her overalls. You're just jealous you can't pull them off."

She scoffed and rolled her eyes. "Hardly."

He grinned and squeezed her hand. "That was a good day."

She hummed and let her head fall to his shoulder. "Say more nice things."

"Well, how about that time we went to the beach and built a sandcastle that looked like the house? And I used my shadows to replicate you and the children outside for the reset."

"Your peculiarity has brought them so much entertainment. They're constantly amazed by what you can do. So am I," she whispered, tilting her head to look at him. 

He gave a smile before continuing, "How about when Millard and Abe had that prank war?"

She groaned and leaned her head against the back of the couch. "Two years, four months, and three days of absolute foolishness. Don't think I don’t know you helped Abe wrap everything of Millard’s in wrapping paper," she accused, pointing a finger in his face.

He snorted. "Caught me."

"What about when you were teaching Emma how to bake jaffa cakes?"

He laughed and glanced down at her, "That girl is a menace in the kitchen. If she hadn't been trying so hard, I'd have been convinced she was using her peculiarity to start fires."

They chuckled, then settled into a content silence, watching the fire and enjoying each other's company. Before too long, her hand grabbed his knee as she sat forward with a gasp. "Emma. Oh God, Emma," she whispered, her hand coming to rest at her mouth.

He turned to her, placing his hand on hers. "He sent a letter for her," he whispered, his thumb gently rubbing her skin.

She let out a sigh and nodded. "I just hope she accepts it all."

"She will. In time," he whispered as she leaned back into his embrace. 

Some time passed before the clock began to chime eleven times and Rexton removed his arm from her shoulders. "I should let you get to sleep."

"You're not tired?"

He gave a half smile and stood. "My dreams have been… problematic. Recently."

She moved to stand near him and placed her hand on his forearm. "I'm always here. If you need."

"Thank you, I just… I don't know why they come and go. Different dreams but the same feelings. Sometimes they're nightly for weeks or months and then gone for years. Mrs. Russell, my cook, has nearly gotten used to me invading the kitchen and moving her things out of place while I bake."

She led him into the kitchen and began pulling out a few mugs and herbal tea. "Then bake here too. If it helps, then you can bake anything you wish. The children will be thrilled."

"I've found myself baking macarons mostly."

Miss Peregrine turned and smiled. "You always make me macarons."

He nodded. "Been perfecting my technique so you have the best I can make," he said, hoping the half-truth didn't alert her to what he withheld.

She continued to make herself some tea and he let out a soft breath of relief. He made them so often because he was reminded of her delighted smile every time he gave them to her. She sat at the table as he got to work, having made herself some tea to sip while she watched him bake. He began to focus and turned silent as he prepared the treat. She smiled as he gingerly tapped the baking sheet against the counter rather than as firmly as he normally would since the children were sleeping upstairs. He let them rest on the counter and made himself some tea before sitting across from her. "Questions?" He asked, adjusting his rolled sleeves about his elbows.

She was slightly distracted by the move, her eyes drawn to the well-muscled and stark dual tone of his skin, but quickly shifted her attention to his face. "About?"

He shrugged. "Anything. Abe, Myron, Enid. It's not often we're able to have a fully private conversation."

She hummed and sipped her tea before a thought came to her. "How did Enid discover what had happened?"

"Easy. She and Myron have been in an on-again, off-again relationship for decades. Good lord, the arguments they'd get into and then the makeup sessions afterward have scarred me beyond repair."

Miss Peregrine nearly spat her tea out and he couldn't help but chuckle at her reaction. "Enid… and Myron?"

He gave a nod, "Volatile in nearly every definition of the word and absolutely horrid together. But they seemed to be happy."

"And you knew him before?"

"They both assured me of it so I've no reason not to believe them. Enid was the only part of my life I remembered but even then just that I could trust her implicitly."

A few moments passed and he stood to check the status of the macarons. "And you've not had any success in remembering yet?"

He shrugged and returned to his seat, the skin not fully formed on top of the treats just yet. "Not quite. Enid assures me it will happen but it's been over 40 years. I'm not getting my hopes up."

She offered a weak smile and lit her pipe up once more. A few puffs later she had another question, "How was Abe when you saw him last?"

"He was looking forward to moving on in his life and finding a place to settle in America. Insisted I avoid my inclination towards killing Myron and that I keep you and the children safe."

She gave a huff of a laugh. "I'm quite sure that I can keep myself and my children safe based on your skills on the range today."

"Oh, I do not doubt that dear. But I'm to keep the threats from coming here first. And besides, you've yet to see me with my daggers," he added with a wink.

"True. Between the two of us, we'd make a good team. You up close and personal while I guard your back."

He smirked and nodded as he stood. "Let us hope it never comes to that."

With a few more puffs of her pipe, she stood, "I should get some sleep. Do try to get a bit of rest, will you?"

He smiled, "How about this? I will go and lie in bed as soon as these macarons are finished. Whether or not I manage to sleep or stay there all night I don't think I can guarantee."

"So long as you try darling," she said with a tired grin, leaving the kitchen to head for bed.

He sat at the table with his tea, having placed the sheet of disks in the oven. Normally, he'd have started another project but for once he had things to figure out rather than ignore. If anything, this visit just proved to himself that his feelings were continuing to strengthen for her and he needed to get them under control. She was likely happy with Isabel and he had to accept that. He'd tolerate Enid's quips and innuendos, the never-ending Ymbryne gossip that occasionally reached his ears, and he'd work to keep Alma Peregrine from his mind. 

Which meant he wouldn't be coming back until he succeeded. This was his problem, no one else's, and he was going to solve it the only way he knew how.

Chapter Text

TW: knives, throwing knives, practicing combat with knives, and some hand-to-hand fighting

Rexton found it surprising just how easy it was to take a break from serving as the Peculiar Ambassador for the British Government. Having had Enid as his assistant after the second world war certainly smoothed the process. Among the Ymbryne Council was where he ran into a fair share of issues. Most had tried to lobby for his continued service but he’d presented valid points for his departure as well as Enid’s qualifications to replace him and their hands were tied. He was grateful Miss Avocet, Bunty, and Miss Peregrine were supportive of his choice, though he kept them all ignorant of his true motivations. With one last visit to Cairnholm to say goodbye to the children, he was free to leave and hopefully put his fixation with the lovely Miss Peregrine behind him.

He decided to start in Africa, the Ymbryne Council located in a loop near Thebes. Recently, the Middle Eastern Council and the African Council joined forces, both being relatively small despite the amount of land they oversaw. They had appreciated his efforts in educating them on Hollowgast and Wight activity and after a good number of years, he'd trained enough peculiars to be proficient hunters to continue training others. A few had even taught him some tricks to enhance his skills and Miss Bushcrow gifted him a dagger to aid in his battles.

Asia and Oceania also had a combined council that met on the Island of Borneo. They understood his concern when they told him they had no need for any Hollowgast Hunters but allowed him to train a few who were interested in learning how to handle the invisible monsters, should they ever appear. Rexton wasn't happy about leaving after only a few years, but he sensed the Ymbrynes weren't amenable to his staying so he moved on.

He began to work his way north into the territory of the USSR and found that it was advantageous to teleport from area to area than through the official channels. It also allowed him to strengthen that skill, not only reducing the inebriated effect but increasing the distance he could travel. He was able to meet with a few Ymbrynes and learned that they hadn't formed a Council yet but were working towards that goal. He was impressed with the relationship between grimbears and the Ymbrynes, wondering what Alma would think of the enormous gentle giants. He ensured that the future Council would have the support and backing of the European Council and gave them instructions on how to get in contact in the future should they wish to begin a Hunter program. Each loop he visited had one or two peculiars who wished to learn to fight, so one of the Ymbrynes, Miss Grouse, opened her loop to them and he led a course for years before he decided they were well enough equipped for him to move on.

Rexton thought about returning to Morningside for a brief visit but in the end, decided to continue his travels. In one of his early letters to Miss Peregrine and the children, he'd promised Olive and Lady Claire that he would visit any time he would be back in the country. He found it hard to refuse those two anything and at the time he figured his feelings for their Headmistress would have faded significantly, especially by now. If anything, she continued to invade his mind at inopportune times. He'd found himself picking up little trinkets in local markets to send home only to realize as he packed them that they were something she would enjoy. Tiny oddities, little clay figurines, and even various crossbow bolts were packed away in brown packages before being sent to Morningside and he wondered if he'd ever give them to her or keep them stowed forever. He allowed himself to send small things or postcards to the children for their birthdays and the few holidays they celebrated. For Miss Peregrine, he would describe the fascinating sights he'd beheld and the peculiars he befriended, in addition to any harrowing experiences to share with the children. However, there were more letters, pages upon pages of how much he missed her, missed listening to her voice and joining her on walks with the children. He kept them hidden in a leather-bound journal and when it filled he would box them up, sealed with wax to be stowed in an attic at his London flat. He trusted Enid, but he certainly didn't trust her curiosity and took precautions with his deepest feelings.

South America had proven to be a bit difficult as the Ymbrynes there hadn't formed a Council yet, their numbers spread far and wide, similar to the Ymbrynes of the USSR. He managed to make the acquaintance of one of Miss Harpy-Eagle's teachers after alerting her to the situation he'd discovered. She had warned him that he likely wouldn't find a full-fledged Council but if he had difficulty she would inform Miss Toucan. He had been immediately taken in under her wing and despite assuring him they hadn’t had Hollowgast activity, Rexton tried to implement some form of training to keep an eye out for the monsters. She was persistent that they would be fine, having learned how to survive this long between the rainforest and mountains with their difficulties and the persecution from Normals. He'd still informed her of what to look out for and she appreciated his knowledge before sending him away well before he felt it was wise.

He'd left America for last, namely because he knew they didn't have a Council and he would have to teleport a good distance to enter the country. The government was relentless against Peculiars whose abilities were easily identified and with the drastic skin tone change on his arms he would be randomly selected to be interrogated, even with his British Government ties still granting him immunity. He was glad to finally have the opportunity to visit Abe though. 

Until he arrived in Florida. 

He'd heard it was called America's Basement but thought that was a joke. Between the alligators, the humidity, and the giant bugs, Rexton found himself questioning just why Abe would settle here. They'd agreed to meet on a small island off the peninsula, neither wanting to bring any suspicion close to Abe's family. It had taken a few days to update each other on Hunter activities, Abe about his small band that worked together across the states, and Rexton about his time traveling in addition to the reports about Hunters back home Enid would send. They'd both avoided deep personal conversation, choosing to reminisce about their past fights and the good old days. 

Sitting on the beach as the sun set Rexton had begun to enjoy the surroundings, the breeze soothing the humidity and the sound of the waves relaxing his mind. His mind flitted back to the Cairnholm beach and how he'd often loved to visit there with the children, delighting in the joy of a day away from their normal schedule and basking in Alma’s presence. He scowled as she pervaded his mind once more and he grunted while taking a swig of his beer. "The beach upset you with its beauty?" Abe asked.

"Just remembered I've got quite the journey ahead of me tomorrow," he evaded. "Up the coast til I arrive in Canada so I can finally get back to England."

Abe hummed but didn't press as he sipped kosher wine from a bottle, his mind flicking back to those he left behind. They were quiet for a time before he broke the silence again, "Any news from Cairnholm?"

"Everyone's fine. Kept safe. Miss Peregrine and the kids send me letters. Enoch requested hearts from every continent I've visited and let me tell you, getting those through customs has been an adventure sometimes," he chuckled, "Makes me grateful for diplomatic immunity."

"He would. And the girls?"

"Olive's last letter told me that she's been practicing how high she can go with Millard's help much to Miss Peregrine’s irritation. She's managed to make it to the top of the house and, my God, you should have read what Miss Peregrine had to say about that discovery, I practically felt her glaring through the words."

Rexton continued to update Abe about his friends and their life in the loop and as he spoke he realized just how much he had missed them all, a pang spiking in his heart. His words were tinged with fondness and Abe certainly noticed just how often Miss Peregrine’s name came up when he was discussing the children. How she reacted, what she said concerning this or that, and her opinion on what occurred at the Council meeting when she sent him copies of her notes. Abe had realized Rexton's attraction to his former headmistress, for as well as he knew him it was impossible to miss and he had witnessed her own lingering glances on more than one occasion before he'd been exiled.

While there was likely a more subtle way of helping his friend come to realize Miss Peregrine would be open to his advances, Abe had never much cared for subtlety. He placed his hand on Rexton's shoulders, interrupting whatever he'd been saying about Miss Peregrine. "Do me a favor?"

Rexton's brow furrowed, soft wrinkles forming before he nodded and Abe spoke, "Tell her you love her."

Rexton nearly laughed, "You’re as bad as Enid,” he dismissed.

Abe rolled his eyes. "I've not gone blind just because I'm nearing sixty. I know that look."

He scoffed, "What look?"

"The one you get when you talk about the woman you love. Like she's the only thing in the world worth fighting for, worth dying for, worth living for," he explained, pausing to drink again as he imagined Emma in his mind. "That tiny smile you can't fight no matter how hard you try. The fireworks that explode in your stomach when you see her, even if only for a moment, reminding you that you love this person beyond all reason."

He nodded, "I thought I could get away from that feeling."

Abe huffed and shook his head, "Time and distance don't get rid of it, believe me."

Rexton gave his friend a side eye at the statement but didn't comment, knowing Abe had never truly stopped loving Emma. He thought of Miss Cuckoo and how he believed she and Alma had rekindled their relationship. "And if she's happy elsewhere?"

Abe turned to him, complete bewilderment written on his face. "Since when?"

He ran a hand through his hair, "I mean, she never said she was but…"

"Vey is mir! Rexton!" He exclaimed, gently smacking the back of Rexton's head.

"What? You didn't see them!"

"I don't need to! I've seen the two of you, you khamer!"

He rolled his eyes and downed his beer as Abe continued to rant in both Polish and Yiddish, waiting for him to calm down. He didn't entirely but gripped Rexton's shoulder tightly. "Am I correct in that you observed something and then assumed the worst?"

He winced. "Possibly?"

Abe closed his eyes and pinched his nose. "And are you not the one who so eloquently described the word to me?"

The memory popped back into his mind and he laughed. "'To assume is to make an ass out of you and me.' Yes, yes, I remember."

He smiled and patted his face with a wink, "Pretty sure you're the only ass in this case."

Doubt continued to swirl about in his mind. "How can you know she's not though?"

Abe shrugged, "Emma may have stopped writing finally, but she would have definitely told me if the Bird began a relationship. Even if she thought she was being sneaky, Emma can read Miss P like a book. Only time she ever mentioned seeing her flustered is when you visited last."

"Still."

"Tell me what else is stopping you."

"Abe, we hunt Hollowgast, you know this," he explained, a note of disbelief in his voice.

He turned with a flat look on his face, his eyes displeased. "Rex, you could also suddenly drop dead from a heart attack. Probability of death is high for all of us. Come on."

Rexton sighed and let his shadow loose, the tendrils flowing back over his arms a comfort. Abe watched from the corner of his eye as he gathered his thoughts, hoping his friend would reveal what was truly holding him back. The sun had fully set and stars were beginning to dot the sky before he heard Rexton begin to whisper, "I've been remembering things. Unpleasant things. I don't think I was a good man before the accident, Abe."

"And you think she'll judge you for it?"

"I don't know what to think. Nothing concrete has resurfaced, just flashes of things. But the feelings that come with it… the heavy guilt and anger that fills me…"

Abe pushed him with his shoulder, "Bad men don't feel guilt."

He shrugged. "Maybe."

"Definitely. Did you talk to Enid?"

"No. If she knew, she'd abandon the Hunters and the Ymbrynes to come and make sure I was all right. She's far too quick to overreact, especially when it comes to my memories," he admitted, beginning to dig for shells to busy his hands.

"Eh, we all have our downfalls. Could be worse," Abe nodded.

Rexton sighed, "I don't want to hurt her. She's… she's precious to me and I want her to be happy."

"Hate to break it to you Rex but I'm pretty sure getting hurt is part of living life. Can't become a good fighter if you don't bleed," Abe added with a shrug.

"I know. I know this and I still just…"

Abe clapped him on the shoulder. "Then let her decide. Don't hide how you feel and see what happens. Can't be worse than where you are now, sitting here pining away with an old man."

Quiet settled over them as the moon lit the beach and Rexton leaned back on his elbows, pondering over Abe's words. The stars above them twinkled, their brilliance reminding him of Alma and he found his heart began to race with excitement as an idea formed. "I think I'm adjusting my travel plans."

"Oh?"

"Morningside can wait. I believe I need to visit a certain loop."

Abe chuckled and nudged him. "Go get her, General."

There was something to be said about the Cairnholm loop. He’d been across the globe and seen some of the most beautiful landscapes and locations yet here everything was perfect. This tiny island off of Wales where everything was beautiful and lush despite the conditions of the world at the time. He took the ferry today, his boat having long been sold, and he allowed the sea air to flow into his lungs deeply. The grin on his face was ever present, even the curious demeanor of the other passengers neglected to damper his spirits. Nothing could, for he was about to see those he loved most.

He kept an eye out as he scouted the island for any dubious activity that went along with Wight presence, spending about an hour outside of town to ensure he hadn’t been followed. When he was satisfied, he entered the loop, still having to hold onto the side of the cairn to maintain his balance. He checked his watch to ensure he was arriving as the children left for their daily walk, wanting to surprise Alma alone. Rexton, however, was about to learn that was not the wisest course of action.

He slid into the shadows of the house, using them to teleport silently inside the conservatory. Quickly, he managed to locate where the headmistress was and moved about to the kitchen after he set his bag on the stairs. She stood in front of the windows, the light from outside illuminating her silhouette, and Rexton felt the breath leave his body and his heart stop. How could he have thought for one moment that this sensation would have ever disappeared? He was such a fool, but no longer. Slowly, he allowed his shadows to fall away to reveal him as he neared her. He licked his lips to say hello but no sooner had he opened them, he was shoved back against the wall, her talonlike nails digging into the flesh of his neck. Instinct and his training took over and he conjured a shade to pull her back, twisting until she was the one pinned to the wall, her arms held behind her by thick, ropelike shadows as her breath was knocked out of her. 

Her eyes were sharp in an intense glare and his own had lightened to a slivered glow as she struggled against him, not having recognized him yet. Rexton recovered first, pulling his shade back to release his hold on her. Immediately, she grasped the lapels of his suit jacket and moved to knee him. “Alma! It’s me!” he cried out, pushing her back against the wall to prevent her attack.

A shocked gasp escaped her as she flicked her gaze up to meet his, her hands tightening against his chest. “Rex?” she breathed, not fully believing it was him.

Nervous laughter filled the air, “Hello, my dear,” he whispered.

She couldn’t stop her eyes from flitting across his face, taking in every new detail the years had added. Deeper smile lines, soft wrinkles along his forehead, and a silvery glisten to the temples of his hairline. The sunlight hit his amber eyes just right, revealing the slightest flecks of gold, something she'd never noticed before. “You’re here,” she murmured, a hand sliding up from his chest to curl around his neck.

He grinned, “I came home.”

Her smile grew at his words and he realized just how true that statement was. Their foreheads fell together as eyes closed, and Rexton forced every detail into his memory, etching their reunion upon his heart so he’d have this moment for the rest of his days. He’d so desperately missed the smell of her pipe tobacco that burned away on the countertop, the pipe long forgotten, but he’d never fully identified the subtle floral scent that lingered against her skin and hair. He let his eyes open to take in her features, the few freckles scattered upon her face and neck taunted him to trace lines between them. His hand slid from her waist to grasp the hand that was still tightly clenched to his lapel, fingertips easing it open to lace their fingers together before he lifted his head to tenderly press a kiss to her forehead. Her eyes fluttered open, a soft blush crossing her cheeks. “I’ve missed you terribly, darling,” she softly admitted.

“And I, you, dearest. Though I have to admit, I did not expect such a violent welcome,” he teased, before pulling away from her.

Her eyes widened marginally, "You've not gotten my letters."

"Been in America. Thought it wise not to have Enid send them forward as I was never in one place for long."

He watched as she moved to the counter, grabbing her pipe and taking a few puffs before speaking. "Oh Rex, you've no idea how terrible things have been."

He stepped closer, curiosity piqued and she began to tell him of recent events, "A few months ago, Miss Avocet developed a very bad case of pneumonia. As you know, it's quite rare for Ymbrynes to fall ill, and with her age, I was concerned."

"Enid should have called me. I'd have come to see her immediately," he interrupted with a shake of his head.

"She's recovered but is still somewhat weak. She and Miss Bunting have temporarily stepped down from the council while she continues to regain her strength. But that's not what prompted my… hostile reaction to your sudden appearance," she sighed. "Do you remember Charlotte?"

He nodded, "Of course, she came to live here while I was in Australia, I believe."

"While I was away visiting Miss Avocet, she'd managed to wander out of the loop. The constable found her and when she wasn't able to explain where she lived or who her guardian was he sent her to the mainland's child welfare agency," she explained, pressing her fingertips to her forehead. "It took me two days to find her. She's been moved to Miss Thrush and Miss Nightjar's loop."

Immediately, Rexton moved to her side, his hands cupping her elbows. "I'm so sorry, dearest."

She let out a wet laugh, her eyes tearing up. "That's not even the worst of it, I'm afraid."

He let an arm drop, encircling her waist, holding her loosely as she built up the strength to continue. "Marcie came to us shortly after but she'd never settled in. Wouldn't, more like. Demanded she be allowed to live with a common family outside the loop. I tried to reason with her but she was stubborn, determined. I found out two weeks ago that she's been kidnapped by a Wight and…"

He pulled her closer as she began to weep, her sobs racking her frame as she grieved. His mind whirled as he realized that her loop was in lockdown, a precaution that was taken when any Wight activity took place in Hunter territory to protect the loop. He was immensely grateful he took the time to ensure he wasn't followed. Gently, he rocked her back and forth as he hummed nonsense to try and soothe her. "Take all the time you need, I've got you."

She sniffled, "The children will be back in twenty minutes."

He smiled and lifted her face from his shoulder, wiping a few tears away with his thumb. "Then cry for ten more. I'll distract them while you prepare to be in front of them again."

A relieved sigh escaped her and she leaned against him, his solid chest comforting. "I'm glad to know you'd give any Wight hell if they managed to get in here. You nearly had me."

She chuckled, "I was fighting dirty."

"Whatever it takes, my dear. Whatever it takes."

Her tears had subsided for now but she allowed herself a few more moments in his embrace before pulling back. "Perhaps you could finally show me your finesse with daggers. I have to admit, practicing on the constable and the pub owner when the children have vexed them is not much competition."

He smiled, "We'll turn those talons into daggers before the day is out, my little falcon."

She glared up at him, pushing him back so he knocked into the table. "Call me little again, and I won't hesitate to continue my hostile welcome, darling."

He laughed as she went upstairs to wash her face before the children could see she'd been crying though he knew she would follow through on her threat. He took off his jacket before entering the pantry to collect a few simple ingredients, planning on baking biscuits for the children. Jars of flour, brown sugar, and sugar in one arm and a small box of soda in his hand, he placed them on the table before heading to his bag on the staircase to retrieve the few bars of chocolate he brought just for this. After borrowing Miss Peregrine’s apron, he began to roughly chop the bars up and a barrage of footsteps began to approach the house. "Miss Peregrine! Millard went to study the village today and Enoch is…" Emma called out, rushing into the kitchen, her words fading as she realized it was Rexton at work and not her headmistress.

"Well, I can't speak for Miss Peregrine but they'll be missing out on extra biscuits," he greeted, setting down his knife.

"Rexton, you're back!" She exclaimed, moving to hug him.

“It’s good to see you. How have you been?”

She groaned and tilted her head back. “Ugh. Bronwyn has been moody, Enoch has been brooding, and Millard still won’t wear clothes. And if I have to sit through another dream of suits and top hats I may scream.”

He grinned and began to measure the dry ingredients. “So, business as usual?”

“Just about,” she answered before letting a sly grin form. “I’m sure Miss Peregrine was pleased to see you.”

“About as much as you. I think she’s more pleased that I’m making biscuits.”

Emma pursed her lips at his evasion but refrained from teasing more, choosing to help him bake in hopes of getting some of the extra treats. “Not going to go tell the others I’m here?” he inquired.

“Not my fault they decided to stay outside. Besides, I missed you. Miss Peregrine would read us your letters about the other loops and what other countries were like. Sometimes I wish I could travel,” she admitted, pausing as she thought about it. “But I don’t think I’d like being away from Miss Peregrine for too long.”

“It can be difficult, being away from friends and loved ones,” he agreed, beginning to mix the ingredients as Emma prepared the pans.

“Which makes coming home that much better?”

He smiled at her, “Exactly.”

“Have you been home yet?”

“Well, I did promise Olive and Lady Claire that I would visit as soon as I got back.”

She beamed. “They’re going to be ecstatic to see you. And demand all the princess stories you have.”

“Stories or musicals, Emma? You know how they like learning new songs.”

“Oh, definitely the songs. They’ve driven the boys mad with the ones they know,” she clarified, helping him scoop the dough onto the baking sheets.

“Well, I am glad I saw the two newest Disney ones then. I’ll be able to satisfy their demands.”

They placed the pans in the oven and as Rexton set the timer, Hugh and Fiona entered hand in hand. The couple paused in surprise and then nearly tackled the man in a group hug. Fiona tapped his nose and took off back into the garden while Hugh explained that she had been growing some of the seeds he’d sent back and wanted to ensure they were doing well before he saw them. “I’m glad she’s enjoyed them,” Rexton nodded. “And I believe there’s another bottle of manuka honey at Morningside for you. I’ll bring it to the Ymbryne Council meeting next month so Miss Peregrine can bring it home safely. I’m sorry the last one was broken on the way here.”

He shrugged as a few bees landed on Rexton to say hello themselves, “Not your fault. Thanks for the extra though. The bees loved it.”

Rexton laughed and moved his hand to allow the bees to climb on so he could bring them closer to his face. “You are quite welcome, friends.”

They vibrated against his skin before flying back to Hugh who gave a wave before heading to his original destination. Miss Peregrine’s voice could be heard greeting the boy before she appeared in the doorway a few moments later. “Helping Mr. Ambrose in the kitchen, Emma?”

She nodded, “I promise we won’t have a repeat of the jaffa cakes.”

Miss Peregrine chuckled warmly, pulling a few mugs from the cupboard. “Tea, anyone?”

Emma moved to the kettle, bringing the water to temperature quickly while Rexton went to the pantry to collect the tea tin. The three of them went about making their mugs to their preferences before Emma excused herself, intending to distract the others as she wanted the two adults to have some time alone together. Alma raised an eyebrow upon seeing Rexton wearing her apron as he pulled the first sheet of cookies from the oven and placed the second in its place. "I didn't think florals would suit you," she quipped.

"I'll have you know I am far more up-to-date on current fashion trends than you, dearest. Florals for men have been quite fetching."

She smirked, watching as he began to wash up the few dishes he'd used. "Don't let Horace hear that, our entertainment will be filled with floral suits and accessories for months."

He hummed, "Good thing I brought him some magazines I managed to find in America at a street market. Nothing prior to the loop date, as per your requests, but I do think I got a few he's not seen yet."

She walked to stand beside him, beginning to dry the dishes. "You're so thoughtful. They loved all the little knick-knacks and trinkets you sent. Enoch has enough hearts for at least ten more years."

"Afraid I couldn't bring any from America, so Mexico will have had to do for him. But he has received a heart from every continent. Except for Antarctica. I don't fancy traveling there anytime soon," he added, exaggerating a shiver.

"I wouldn't blame you. Winter can be lovely but such drastic temperatures can stay at the Artics," she agreed.

A comfortable silence settled between them as Alma finished drying the dishes and put them away while Rexton continued to monitor the oven over the final two batches. Soon enough, nearly a hundred cookies sat on the kitchen table cooling. "I doubt those will last through tomorrow," she sighed before sipping the last of her tea.

"I take that as a compliment."

"As you should. I am quite sure they prefer your biscuits to mine."

He hummed but didn't disagree. As a thought came to him, he turned to her to ask, "With the loop being under lockdown, will you be able to attend the Council meeting?"

She nodded, letting out a sigh, "Fortunately, the time limit on the lockdown will be over a few days before. I'd have had to ask for notes this year otherwise."

"That's good. And with my added report on how secure the loop is while I've been here, that could give you a few days more," he added, "I took about an hour to make sure I hadn't been followed to the island or past the village. While I've been fortunate to avoid Hollows and Wights for the most part, those few encounters always impress upon me the need to always be sure."

Her hand rested on his forearm, the touch soft but almost electric. "You never mentioned…"

A sheepish look came over Rexton's face and he coughed a bit. "Yes, well. I didn't want you to worry."

The grip on his arm tightened and he felt the sharp points of her nails. She scowled and he tried to grin. "If I promise to write about every future engagement, will you please go easy on me?"

"I take care of eleven children, darling. If I show mercy to you, I'll have to show mercy to them," she threatened, though a minuscule smirk ticked at the edge of her mouth. 

He huffed dramatically, "Don't make me beg, dearest."

Her eyes widened in surprise though he didn't quite realize why until he noticed how they began to dilate and that her breathing had slowed dramatically. He suddenly realized just what he had said and although his entire chest felt like he'd just fallen from a cliff, he didn't take back his words. He kept his stare even and dared to raise an eyebrow as she remained silent. She wet her lips and he watched attentively, his hands blindly brushing against hers before grasping them to pull her closer. Her head tilted and he was distracted by that freckle just above her collarbone, the tiny dot calling out to him for a kiss. His eyes rushed back to hers as his lips parted, her name the barest of whispers, "Alma…"

Squeals and running footsteps forced them to jump apart, Rexton practically flinging himself against the countertop with a dull thud and Miss Peregrine flitting away into the pantry under the guise of putting the dry goods away. "Rexton! Rexton! Rexton!" Olive and Claire chanted as they rushed to hug him, the twins hot on their heels. 

He knelt on the ground to embrace them all, giggles and excited chirps filling the air before they began to question him about his travels and most importantly if he brought them new stories and songs. He assured them that he did and their giggles renewed once more before Miss Peregrine returned, lightly scolding them for their boisterousness though they could tell she wasn't fully cross with them. Emma and Bronwyn came in next, looking slightly winded and the former somewhat annoyed that the littles had eluded them. Rexton chose not to meet Miss Peregrine’s gaze until the children decided he was to tell them a story and while she was certainly amused by how the children were able to bully him around, her eyes were tense as they raked over his form. As he was dragged to the parlor he wondered if that moment would ever happen again or if they would even acknowledge it had happened.

He was immensely grateful for Bronwyn’s help moving the crossbow targets from their distances, planning on using them for throwing knives. He'd already set out the few knives he traveled with and felt a bit under-prepared. If he knew he was going to be teaching some basics he would have brought the case full that he sent on to Morningside. Ah well, if the limited number he traveled with was enough to take down a Hollow or two then it would be enough for the basics. "Hey, Rex?" Bronwyn called, having moved the last target into place. 

He turned to face her, "Any chance I can get some practice in? I don't often get to spar with anyone," she explained, fingers toying with each other. 

He grinned, "Of course! We can go until Miss Peregrine arrives."

They shook hands and Rexton pulled his shade over his body like armor, a new technique to help keep him safe he learned from another Erebus while he was in Asia. Moving to stand defensively, they eyed each other over before Bronwyn made the first swing. Punches went flying and being blocked before she dropped to sweep his legs out from under him. Rexton flipped over her, swiftly turning on one foot before he wrapped his arm around her neck in a chokehold. She tapped his elbow and he released her, stepping back. "That was really good. Next time, try going for a thigh. You can knock him off balance and then go for a straight punch," he encouraged.

Bronwyn nodded and lifted her arms again, ready to try out his suggestion. "Hold on. Go ahead and let me see your full strength. It'll give me a chance to see how well this shadow armor is developing."

She raised her eyebrows and winced. "You sure?"

He nodded. "I'll be alright. Might hurt a good bit but that's part of training sometimes."

Bronwyn gave a wary look but agreed. "If Miss Peregrine asks…"

"I'll tell her I insisted like an idiot and then let her lecture me," he teased, making her laugh.

"Long as I get to listen in."

He chuckled and raised his hands before giving her a nod to go ahead. She made sure her hand was in the proper position, guarding her face with her right hand as she let the left fly, making sure she powered the attack with her legs. Rexton groaned loudly before stumbling back a meter or so, clutching his shoulder. Bronwyn was surprised he hadn't cried out in agony and walked forward to ensure he was okay. He looked up at her with surprise and rubbed down his arm. "Sprained my shoulder but I think you'd normally have blown my arm from its socket. Good job."

She laughed but it was cut short as Miss Peregrine arrived with a few of the others. "Weakening the competition, Miss Bruntley?" She called out with a grin.

"Trying to give you a fighting chance, Miss Peregrine," Rexton quipped, earning a glare.

Millard stifled a laugh while Emma and Enoch hid mischievous grins as Rexton and Bronwyn walked to the shelter of the shooting range. Lying on the table was a variety of knives, mostly daggers, each perfectly spaced apart. Miss Peregrine raised an eyebrow, "Have you enough weapons, Mr. Ambrose?"

"Oh no, this is me traveling light. I sent my pack back to Morningside," he explained to the group's amazement.

Beginning with throwing knives, Rexton began to tell them the ins and outs, showing proper handling and safety before giving them a visual demonstration, fluidly sending six knives into the three targets, each one a bullseye. The kids clapped though Miss Peregrine stood with her arms crossed, a challenging look in her eyes. He grinned at her and began some one-on-one training with the teens, making sure they had the correct type of knife as well as a good understanding of how to grip it and the right stance. As they were now distracted by their excitement over learning a new skill, Rexton turned his attention to Miss Peregrine, waving her over to the table. "For you, I think you'd do well with a karambit," he began, tapping the few blades to gain her attention.

She smirked, "Because they look like talons?"

"As much as I enjoy the irony, no. From what you demonstrated earlier, you use quick strikes and with this, you'd have killed me mere moments after you grabbed my throat," he explained, wielding the knife and demonstrating the move to her.

"It can be gripped traditionally, blade down, or in a hammer grip, blade up. And if you don't mind learning from Bronwyn how to throw a mean left hook, the finger ring can do a bit more damage. Plus, they're pretty hard to disarm and no Wight I've come in contact with has ever managed to disarm me. Meaning they've not trained in them so you should have no issues whatsoever."

He demonstrated some techniques and then pulled his shade forward to form a dummy for her to practice with. He observed and offered corrections before returning to the teens to check their progress once he was happy with her stance. Enoch and Millard thanked him for the lesson but had to get going to work on the chores they delayed earlier. He nodded in understanding and was surprised at how adept Emma was proving to be. "You're taking to this like a duck to water."

She shrugged, "It's not a bad way to relieve some stress either," she grumbled, tossing another knife and making a bullseye. 

He and Bronwyn shared an anxious look before mutually agreeing they weren't going to explore that avenue. "Emma, I've got to go and meet Fiona at the kitchen garden. Would you join us today?"

She paused before flipping the knife and grinning. "That sounds like an excellent idea Bronwyn. See you at dinner Rexton!"

The two took off at a fast pace before he realized they'd left him alone with their headmistress and their giddy expressions before they left likely meant they'd done it deliberately. He shook his head but was appreciative of their conspiring. He noticed Alma was doing quite well against his shadow, delivering near-fatal injuries before going in for the killing blow. He grinned and walked out to meet her, calling his shadow back before she could attack again. She turned to him with slight confusion and he called out, "Thought you might be ready for someone that fights back."

She gave a cheeky grin, "And here I thought you were afraid I'd trounce you once again."

"Oh no, dearest. We're in my territory now. Be careful what you ask for."

He pulled his shadow armor over his body and cracked his neck before a pair of shade daggers slid from his wrists to be flipped in the air. "I won't go easy on you, but my blades will disappear if they make contact. Only aiming to hurt your pride today," he quipped, earning a sarcastic smirk.

They came against each other, Alma's blades scratching against his arms before he managed a swipe at her waist, pulling back. "Again," he commanded, the two pulling back.

Again and again, they fought, each time Rexton would deal what could be a killing blow until she began to get the upper hand, her blades catching his arms before making contact with his neck. "Excellent!" he praised, "Do that again but this time, go low and knick my tendons. You should be able to get a headlock with the knife at the carotid. A perfect way to get information before dispatching the opponent or taking them in to be further interrogated."

She nodded and they returned to their starting places, determination written on Alma's face. Within moments, Rexton was on his knees with her pressed tightly behind him, the tip of her blade pressed against his throat. He felt her grin before whispering in his ear, "Do I make you beg now, darling?"

Before he answered, he vanished, black smoke filling her arms. She blinked in surprise and then gasped as his arms wrapped around her, disarming her and clasping her hands to her waist. "On the contrary, I believe it's your turn," he chuckled darkly.

A breeze brushed past them and she shivered, fingers sliding beneath his to separate them before lacing them together. He slid his shadow back, his body now warm against her and she sighed, "We can't ignore this any longer, can we?"

"We could, but it would likely get out of hand before too long," he hummed.

They stayed in the embrace, both wrapped up in their thoughts for a time. Alma broke the silence first, "Why were you gone for so long?"

"The official story is that training takes such a long time. The reality is that I was afraid," he admitted.

"I've been afraid too," she whispered, her thumb slowly rubbing against his hand. "I haven't felt like this for a long time and with the children…"

Rexton allowed her to turn in his arms, letting his hands rest gently on her hips as her own settled on his chest. "I cannot allow my personal feelings to come between me and my children."

He nodded solemnly, "I wouldn't have it any other way. If we choose this, I know I will come second to them. And I am glad for it."

A relieved sigh escaped her and her forehead rested against him. "I cannot guarantee I'll always come back," he added, swallowing thickly.

He felt her nod in understanding. "I know."

He tilted her head up to face him, "And I cannot promise I won't get into another fight," he whispered, fingers trailing across her jaw.

Her eyes closed, memorizing the feeling. Licking her lips, she swallowed before asking, "So what do we do?"

Rexton hummed, pressing his forehead to hers. "Savor the time we have together or agree to stay friends, I suppose."

She sighed and pressed closer to him, his arms wrapping tightly around her. "Could we think on it?"

"I think it would be wise. I could come visit after the Council meeting next month and we could finish this discussion."

Pulling back, Alma met his eyes and nodded. "I think the children would enjoy a visit so soon after this. And we could find time to talk," she paused before chuckling, "They may even conspire to help us. I certainly noticed how quickly Emma abandoned us several times today."

He smiled, "She's my gratitude. Perhaps I'll let her keep some of my daggers. She certainly enjoyed practicing today."

Alma grinned and they separated, returning to the range's covered area to begin packing away the weapons and cleaning up a bit. They worked together in silence though in tandem before beginning to walk back to the house. Their hands brushed softly a few times until they found themselves together, Rexton giving a squeeze before Alma laced their fingers.

Even if they would agree to put their duties first, at least they had this moment, this bit of peace that they could remember.