I was being followed. It had been happening for a few weeks now. I could feel this presence behind me everywhere I went. It didn't feel hostile, or ominous, just sort of…comfortable. Like the person following me was safe, someone I had known all my life. Currently it was following me to the hospital. The first few times I'd gone to the hospital since the feeling started it had abruptly stopped at the doors, resuming on my exit, as if the shadow behind her was afraid to go in.

After the second week the shadowy feeling had begun to cautiously make its way in. The first time it followed me onto the first floor. Then I felt it as I got out of the elevator on my mothers floor. It was never IN the elevator, presumably because whatever caused it couldn't follow me into such a confined space without being noticed, despite its almost supernatural ability to not be where I knew it was. Sometimes when I looked really hard I saw a small disturbance in the air, but I didn't know if that was my blue blood senses or just paranoia.

Regardless of the feelings cause or its inability to be seen it NEVER entered the hallway of my mothers room. It stopped at the corner and would resume when I left, I hadnt mentioned it to Oliver, or my grandmother. I felt safe with the shadow, special, like it cared about me and watched over me, and I didn't want to share it with anyone.

Sometimes as a game I would leave a sandwich or a drink where I knew it would wait and leave. The sandwich was always gone when I came back, and it made me smile. Over the weeks it was with me they fell into a routine. It would follow me to school, but not inside, would follow me home but then disappear. When I snuck out it took a while for it to reappear, as if it had some way of finding me and knowing when I left but had to actually track me down.

It did NOT follow me into committee meetings, though it occasionally followed me home from them, beginning a certain distance away, as if it was afraid of being spotted. One of my favorite things was to take it to the movies. It always seemed to sit in the front, if indeed it sat at all, I didn't even know if it had legs. But it avoided proximity to the projector, though I wasn't sure why.

Today I had brought it to the hospital again, and waited in the bathroom for what seemed like hours. I thought it might have unfinished business with my mother, because it seemed to avoid her like the plague. I hoped that by waiting in the bathroom it would grow so restless and bored it would go into my mothers room out of desperation to break the monotony. I somehow knew it wouldn't go in when I was there, but I thought it needed some time alone with my mother, this avoidance behavior was certainly not healthy.

After about four hours of intense concentration (during which three separate hospital employees came to see if I was all right and the shadow itself approached the bathroom door before leaving, as if seeing if I was really in there somehow) I finally felt it inch slowly around the corner. During the weeks we'd been together I had developed a feeling for its moods and general location. Like listening for a sound that's always been there but you've never focused on before, the sound of traffic in the big city, or my dog, Beauty in the house. Background noise I had taken for granted but was slowly learning to sort out.

It seemed almost…nervous. Slowly drawing closer to the room. I sat perfectly still with bated breath, I knew it was ridiculous, breathing or moving wouldn't scare it, it was fifty feet away and through several walls, but some irrational part of me wanted it to do this so bad, wanted to help it as it had clearly been trying to help me, wanted to take care of it. I focused harder on the unexplainable direction its feelings came from, and almost fell off the toilet I was sitting crosslegged on when I felt…fear. It was AFRAID, but there didn't seem to be any alarm or anger, just a slow, dragging fear that seemed like it had been building for a while.

I used some of what I'd learned at the committee meeting and tried to visualize myself invisible. Not really invisible, but just ignored 'Nothing to see here, move along' and slowly slipped off my perch and as quietly and stealthily as I could, I slipped around the corner, completely ignored and careful to keep up my stealth. I peeked around the corner quizically, and was…uncertain. My mothers room wasn't empty anymore. A man stood inside. He was ridiculously tall, about six and a half feet, and leaning on a long carved staff, his dark hair reminded her of hers, and his brown eyes were kind and soft…and streaming tears.

My mouth opened in surprise…and I lost my train of thought. Those tear-filled eyes snapped to me and widened and the man smirked a bit in what looked like pride, before muttering a word I couldn't hear and slashing the staff sideways in front of his body and vanishing. I moved at the fastest justifiably human speed I could reach but the door had opened already by the time I reached it and was swinging shut.

I felt him moving away quickly, not as fast as I could move when I was trying but unlike him I wasn't invisible, and I wasn't confident enough in masking my presence to risk the wardens hearing about me running around top speed in midtown new york. I followed him to the stairwell and saw the door bang closed, and by the time I reached it at human speed the door to the next floor was slamming shut. I could try the next floor but searching the whole floor would take an hour, and he'd probably just slip away when someone else opened the door. My face set into a determined scowl, I may have lost him this time, but he was following me for some reason, and I WOULD catch him, and he would tell me who he was, and why seeing my mother made him cry.

Greetings new friends and old. King here, this one is something ive been wanting to write for a few years now, as evidenced by my writing prompt for it, and I finally decide to tackle it myself. Let me know what you think, please review, that's where my will to write comes from, for without reviews I fear this would get consigned to the "occasional update only" pile with my other projects. Speaking of if you guys are dresden fans I have several other crossover fics with dresden, feel free to check them out and let me know what you think. I fixed the slight POV issue in the first half. Also feel free to check out my at /Kingofclubs8129. Appreciate it and enjoy.