Chapter One: Hear Him Out

Author note: This story is part of the Magical Flashpoint Side Story series. It follows "Son of The Fox" and comes before "Knights and Cops".

Although all original characters belong to me, I do not own Flashpoint, Harry Potter, Narnia, or Merlin.

Full Blurb: "I just have one." Who is Revan Vao, one time partner and best friend to Giles Onasi? As the Unspeakable explains what happened all those years ago, Onasi gets a glimpse into the lonely, desolate life Revan lived after his mother's death. And Parker gets a good look at what happens to any Wild Mage unfortunate enough to fall into even the most friendly of Unspeakable hands.


Previously

Blue eyes cast a contemptuous glare at David and the unconscious Albin, then the wizard inclined his head. "Fare thee well, Auror Scarlatti."

"Oy!" Spike yelled before the wizard could Disapparate. "I can't cover both of these guys by myself, Revan!"

The wizard froze, jaw dropping open as he gawped at the SRU constable. "What did you call me?"


"I wished to help him face it. So he could let it go."

"Let it go?" Spike echoed incredulously. "Let it go? He re-lives it every night, Revan! If it weren't for Sam and Sarge…"


Fist impacted flesh, sending Revan hurtling to the ground. "I saw you die!"


"So stay dead."


Now

"Roy."

"You wanna explain why my partner just turned up lookin' like someone danced on his grave, Parker?" Roy Lane flared over the phone.

Greg winced internally. "Long story short, Roy, Spike and Natalie Braddock got snatched by two subjects today and their rescuer…was an old friend of Giles'."

"An old friend, huh? What kind of old friend?" Suspicion rang.

Parker hesitated, but, really, Roy was going to find out sooner or later. "The kind he buried over a decade ago."

Roy froze. Greg waited patiently for the detective to pull himself together. After several minutes, the younger Lane rasped, "What?"

Closing his eyes, the Sergeant dropped the bomb. "Revan's alive, Roy. And he's apparently been making himself busy keeping my team out of trouble."

"So he's got time to keep your guys safe, but no time to come tell Giles he's alive?" Shock was morphing to fury.

"Roy, stop," Greg ordered. "We haven't gotten the whole story yet, but I've got a feeling Revan's been through almost as much as Giles has."

"Well, goodie for him," Roy sneered. "If you're calling me trying to get me to bring Giles over the barn, forget it. While you're listening to Revan's little sob story, I'll be keeping my partner away from every last bottle of scotch in the station."

The negotiator drew in a breath, weighing his tack. "Look, I hear you, Roy. You don't want to hurt Giles any more than he's already been hurt today. But once he gets past the rage, he's going to wonder why. Why didn't Revan ever contact him? Why does Revan honestly believe Giles doesn't need him anymore?"

Roy sputtered. "He said that?"

"Multiple times," Greg replied. "Both to my team and to Giles. He believes that, too, Roy; one thing Revan did tell us, after Giles left, is that Giles was the first friend he ever had."

A second sputter traveled through the line. "They didn't even meet till after Morgana died!"

"I know," the Sergeant agreed. "That's what makes me think this thing is a lot bigger, a lot worse, than we know right now." Pressing his advantage, Parker added, "Roy, better that he hears it all. Right here, right now. Otherwise the questions are just going to sit there and fester. Giles has enough to deal with; he doesn't need doubt and uncertainty when it comes to Revan."

Roy snorted, unconvinced. "He's got me; I'll get him through it."

Greg shook his head. "Roy, the two of you are friends. Partners. As angry as Giles was at Revan today, I don't think they're friends. Or partners."

"Then what are they?" Roy asked in bewilderment.

"They're brothers."

Not by blood; if Giles Onasi had a shred of Wild Magic, Greg would turn in his badge and gun. Nor was Revan lying about his abilities – the Sergeant's own Wild Magic had sensed Revan's before he'd even come face-to-face with the man. Ironically, Greg suspected he had more Wild Magic than the fully trained wizard, leaving him even more convinced that Revan's life had been no walk in the park even before his supposed death.

Family by choice. Revan had forced Giles past his grief for Morgana and Dustil, forging a bond that still remained, even if the day's revelations had shaken it beyond belief. What, Greg wondered, had Giles done for Revan? Because it was plain to see that the friendship, the brotherhood, hadn't been one way. In a way, Revan's loyalty to Giles reminded Greg of his own nipotes. Less than a day knowing him, knowing his team, and they'd been fighting to help. To keep their new family safe.

"Okay, Parker," Roy mumbled. "I'll bring him. But if you break him…"

"If he falls, we'll catch him." Simple as that; Giles and Roy weren't linked to him, but that didn't make them any less his own.

"I still want to punch him."

A faint smile emerged. "Giles beat you to it."


"They coming?" Ed asked as his boss re-entered the briefing room, joining the deathly silent Revan and the rest of Team One. Natalie was still by her brother's side, though she cast several glances in Spike's direction. Lou, hovering next to his best friend, cast Natalie a glare, practically daring the young woman to breach his one-man defense.

Ed understood and approved. Natalie Braddock had not only walked, open-eyed, into a location controlled by her ex-boyfriend, but she'd lured Spike in as well. The whole team knew how she'd treated her brother over the magic-side hot calls and his split with their parents; frankly, the insecure, pushy woman was a terrible match for Spike's playful jubilance. The sniper didn't even need to know the details to deduce that much – why had Spike been forced to reassure Natalie that, 'It still isn't you'? How else did you explain how Fleming had gotten her to ignore his planet-sized grudge against her and willingly walk in the door?

"Yeah, Ed, they're coming," Greg replied, reclaiming Ed's attention. "Had to talk Roy around, but they're coming."

Good. Let Revan see how you were supposed to protect your partner. Not by sneaking around behind their back and letting them think you'd died right in front of them.

Revan glanced up, those blue eyes of his still bewildered and lost. "What do you want from me, Auror Sergeant Parker?"

Greg didn't respond immediately as he inspected the young man. "I want you to tell your partner the truth," he said. Quiet, forceful. "I want you to tell him how you ended up as his partner in the first place and why you never bothered to tell him you were still alive."

Revan huddled in on himself. "You want to know everything," he whispered.

"If that's what it takes, then, yes, I want to know everything," the Sergeant affirmed.

Ed turned, hearing the familiar footsteps of his brother and Giles Onasi; Greg's eyes flicked in his direction, but otherwise didn't move. As the detectives entered the briefing room, the Boss shifted to the side, letting them further in. "But before we get started, Revan, I have something to tell you."

Fresh confusion glowed. "What's that, Auror Sergeant Parker?"

Keeping his focus on the Unspeakable, Greg replied, "Your mother, the Chartreuse Fox? Her name was Marie DeValle."