Okay! I know, It's been a while. This is the first Kane Chronicles story I've ever written. It'll actually be multi-chapter, so I'll be updating that.

This is much like the Percy Jackson story I'm doing, What Doesn't Kill You. These are more like predictions on the back stories for characters we don't know much about, like Julian, Sean, Cleo, and others.

So, without further ado...

Jaz was a healer.

This was simple enough to understand; she healed wounds, physical and mental, and was great to have around at Brooklyn house.

Soon, Jaz became more than a healer; she was a therapist. People came to her for advice, relationship problems (*cough, Carter and Sadie) and the always came running to her with arguments.

And for a while, it was nice to be busy. It was nice to know that she was needed, and that people valued her opinion.

But soon after she realized that all she was now was a therapist. The only things people would come running to her about was 'He stole the last cookie! I wanted it!' to 'I honestly should just give up and become a nun'. It became too much to hold onto all of it.

The Sekhmet inside of her told her to toughen up. She was more than she seemed; blond, blue eyed pretty girl from Nashville. She was a blood of the Pharaohs and she was supposed to hold her head high.

But another part of her told her it was enough. She'd had enough of Sadie's drama, and Carter's possessiveness. She was tired of Sean's whining and Julian's late night through-the-wall sessions. But mostly, she was tired of listening to rants about Sadie from the boy she loved so much.

Only Alyssa, a cute yet stubborn earth elementalist knew what Jaz was going through, and vice versa. The black haired girl held much more in common with Jaz than anyone else in Brooklyn House.

Jaz's sister was an alcoholic. It started ever since Jaz became a cheerleader. Her older sister, Ivy was immensely jealous of her, and began to drink out her sorrows. She'd been sent away more times than the blond could count. And really, it was all because of her.

And when Jaz was able to leave home to stay with other 'special' children, Ivy snapped. She ran away from home, only to be found half dead. The doctors had said she was suffering from terrible trauma, and she would eventually fall into a coma. Jaz so desperately wanted to be there, but she felt a sense of need from the others that she didn't dare go.

Until now.

The Nashville teen stood from her bed, and looked around. The room seemed hollow, and foreboding. The walls hugged around her in solitude, longing for someone who didn't stay less then fifteen minutes. She was sick of it, and began to pack.

Soon, there was a soft knock. Jaz hurriedly stuffed the remainder of her clothes into the carry-on, and shoved it under her bed. She folded the comforter over the edge so it couldn't be seen. She grabbed her iPod, and pressed play.

The Plain White T's blasted from her speakers; This is the time we will remember, breaking the city's heart together, finally it's our time now, the chorus sang.

"Come in" she shouted over the noise.

Sadie Kane walked in. Jaz pursed her lips. Sure, Sadie was a friend, and they'd saved the world together. But honestly Jaz did have a twinge of hate run through her veins whenever she saw her. It was a blunt reminder that even when she had it hard, she had it good. Two boyfriends in one body? How could anyone complain about that?

But she remained silent as her mentor walked in. She stood at the edge of the bed, squeezing the life out of her wooden frame.

For a minute, no one spoke. The just looked at each other, blue eyes on blue eyes.

Sadie then cleared her throat. "I just wanted to say thank you."

Jaz was taken aback. Sadie wasn't exactly the most polite person of the planet, but she had her moments. "What for?" the cheerleader asked.

The younger teen sighed, and combed at her hair. It fell in a caramel curtain in front of her face, with green running through one side. Jaz would have never been bold enough to do that. "For everything. For trusting us. For coming here. For taking that curse for me. Bloody hell, for putting up with me; with us. I Never realized just how much chaos we create. I'm grateful for you, Jaz, I truly am. And…"

She didn't finish. She looked deeper in thought, like she was planning exactly how to say whatever it was she wanted to.

"I'm sorry."

Jaz didn't need to ask why. But Sadie continued. "I never ever meant to hurt you Jaz."

The healer sighed. She remembered saying those exact words to her incoherent sister, laying in a cold hospital. She hoped the words had touched Ivy as much as they touched her coming from Sadie.

"It's okay, Sadie. I never blamed you, you know. It was his choice, really. But, thank you. It means a lot to me."

The spell caster nodded, and smiled. She seemed content with this, and walked out of the room. Before she left, she hung onto the door frame and looked back with a sheepish expression. "Oh, and it's time for dinner. Shoulda mentioned that first."

Jaz smiled. As the brit turned the corner and bounded down the stairs, she pulled out her carry on from under her bed and looked at it with an exasperated smile.

"Guess I won't be needing this," And she started to unpack.

R&R

As always,

~Donnatella-r