"Hurry up and get her in!" Lenny called as he stepped out of the car and opened up the back door. "Last thing we need is someone seeing her like this."

"I know, I know, hold on!" Brandon's arms protested shakily as he made his way up the slight rise to meet the car, causing him to sigh with relief when he finally placed her gently into the back seat. Once he was sure she was comfortably situated Brandon ran around and hopped into the front seat. "You said this happens a lot?"

Lenny grunted as he put the car in drive. "Only when she over exerts herself. The first time she did this under our care she was out for nearly three days, happened when she tried to make the tree in our yard grow apples for a pie. Of course she had only been living with us for a couple weeks at that point so we had no idea what was going on. Took her to the hospital, but they couldn't find a thing wrong. We even had them keep her under observation for a few extra days but nothing similar happened again."

"So when did you realize what was going on?"

Lenny smiled. "When she began growing the flowers. Rebecca liked to try her hand at different things, gardening being one of them. Only problem was she never had much luck with it, until we fostered Evelyn. A few weeks after we brought her home from the hospital Rebecca found her in the garden growing flowers out of nothing but seeds. I was scared enough to want to send her back, but Rebecca didn't let me. I thank God every day that she didn't."

"What did you do after that?"

"Limited her as much as we could, kept her gifts a secret. She wasn't ours, not legally. Rebecca was afraid if the wrong people found out about her that we'd lose her forever."

"Probably about right," Brandon agreed.

Lenny chuckled. "I always knew she'd start this again, try to learn how far her abilities went. Thank you for being there for her, no telling what could happen if she passed out like this alone."

"I won't let anything happen to her, sir. I promise."

"My name's Lenny, not sir. You can call me that."

Brandon smiled. "I will, thank you, sir... I mean, Lenny."

"So, Brandon. I need you to tell me something, and be honest."

"What is it?" Brandon asked hesitantly.

"Is Puck back in her life?"

"What? I'm not sure-"

"I don't know everything," Lenny interrupted, "but I do know he's real. I've never seen him personally, but I've heard the stories and read her files from before we fostered her. Also, Rebecca found wildflowers in the trash. We used to find them outside Evelyn's window at times of the year wildflowers had no business growing. Now all of a sudden she's gone for hours every day after school and all day every weekend. Then you call up and she's passed out from over exertion, something that hasn't happened in years. So I'll ask again, is Puck back?"

Brandon sighed. "Yes, he's back."

"Was he with you two today?"

"Yeah."

"What do you think of him? He dangerous?"

"Honestly," Brandon said, "I don't know. He seems to care about her, heck I think he even loves her. But he's a scary little guy. What Evelyn can do, that's nothing. Comparing Puck to Evelyn would be like comparing guns to bombs."

"That's what I was afraid of," Lenny said thoughtfully. "Has he said what he wants with her?"

"Yeah, he said he wants to take her home to help heal some sort of spell or something."

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