I had followed the story closely. every time the news was on I hoped to hear something about Sephy. Something that told me she was all right. That she was safe from the bastards in the L.M.. and then I finally did. She was alive. She wasn't injured. They hadn't done anything too bad while she was held captive.

I hated that the only way I could hear about Sephy was through the news. I didn't know anything about her about from the basic factual things. I didn't know what was important for her, what she hated and loved. I didn't know if she was like our father, Kamal Hadley - and if she was did I really want to know her? Or if she was the opposite. The worse thing was not knowing if she even knew I existed and if she did, did she care about who I was? Obviously, though, she had bigger things to think about right now.

"Kamal Hadley has refused to confirmed or deny that Persephone Mira Hadley, his daughter, is pregnant, and that this is a result of her ordeal…"

Oh Sephy, I thought, what have they gotten you into?

A/N: Probably the shortest one-shot I've ever wrote :P! please R&R!