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Characters: Ace, Marco, Thatch, Grell, Espio, Toby, Namur, Open
Location: Quad, Marco/Grell's room, who knows where else.
Rating: PG +, never can tell with this family
Summary: Ace just arrived and needs to meet the rest of his wonderful family. That includes the rest of Garden too.

It had been a few crazy days to say the least. Ace had gone from a near death experience to being dragged through time and space to a completely new place unrelated to his own world. After take a few days to get rested up, learn the ropes of Garden, and enroll in classes he finally felt as though he could hold his own here.

So here he stood outside of his room waiting patiently for Marco to come along and get him. The blond had asked him to meet up with him so he could introduce him to the rest of the family. Ace had to admit it. He was curious about Marco's child. What would he be like and would he accept Ace as his uncle? He took a deep breath and leaned against the wall. Marco sure as hell better hurry up before he got bored of waiting and wandered off.

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"Last thing I remember was Luffy getting me off the platform." Ace said softly, still leaning against his older brother and still feeling like utter shit. He wanted to know what happened. How he died, was it worth it? Did it matter in the end...that he was born? Or did it only bring heartache to those he loved?

It took Namur a second to think back, to get things clear in his head.

"We called a retreat, since we'd got what we came for. But Akainu went after y', started talkin' shit 'bout Pops t' make us mad an' want t' stay an' fight. Then Akainu went after yer little brother an' so y' blocked him..." The hand on Ace's shoulder squeezes a little tighter. "Y' took the hit for yer little brother, an' that's what did y' in."

Namur took a second to swallow, and steady his voice. "After that, ol' Jimbei snagged yer brother an' ran like hell. Was some shitty punk in the harbor with a submarine an' they hopped in with him. One a the other Supernovas, I think. We started gettin' overrun, so Pops came out an' ordered us all t' gather up behind him. Then he opened up this nasty, bigass chasm an' told us all t' go home. Said he wanted t' die protectin' his family. Captain's Orders an' everythin'..."

Shit, why was this still so painful? Hadn't he rehashed it enough lately? Namur sniffed, then took another deep breath. "Pops started fightin' off the Marines, right? Jus' plowin' through 'em with his bisento. But Teach showed up an' started talkin' shit. The Old Man disowned him, said he wasn't a son anymore an' they started t' fight. Then when the Old Man had him cornered, the shitty coward started pleadin' for his life an' Pops hesitated. It was jus' long 'nuff for Teach's new crew t' get in, an' the bastard told 'em t' blow Pops t' hell." Namur's hand started shaking a little, though he squeezed harder to try and make it stop. "We couldn't get back t' help or nothin', jus' watch the damn bastard kill the man who called him his son for longer'n y' been alive. Then they threw this tarp thing over him after he was dead an' Teach went under too, an' when he came out he had the Old Man's Devil Fruit ability. Used it an the darkness at the same time t' prove it weren't no trick. Then the ground opened up underneath me an' swallowed me like a damn seaking horkin' down a fish an' I woke up in Trabia. That's all I know. Marco saw more, said most a us made it out okay, though Jozu lost an arm or somethin'."

"So...so I died saving Luffy...." He wasn't happy he died...but if he had to go that was a good way to go. He could almost get over this and move on...but Namur kept going. Teach did what? He stole Pop's devil fruit ability? Ace was pissed. He was so far beyond angry he didn't know what to do. How could that man do that? How could he betray his family like that.

Though the knowledge that all of this had happened because he had failed to defeat Teach made him feel even worse again. He failed...and his father paid the price. He failed...and he died in front of his little brother. Ace couldn't help it. He started to cry again. He buried his head in his hands and wished he had his hat to hide his face. "It's all my fault."

Namur pulled Ace close, let him hide his face in his leg.

"It ain't yer fault. An' it ain't Thatch's. Yer both a couple a morons if y' let yerselves think that," he growled. "It's Teach's. He tasted a deception from the first day I joined the crew, but I overlooked it. Trusted that Pops wouldn't a made a mistake. An' y' know? One out a 1600 ain't bad. Jus'. That one ended up bein' the shittiest son of a bitch imaginable. Y' can't blame yerself for what that bastard's been plannin' since... hell. Since maybe 'fore he even joined the crew. We ain't."

"How could you not blame me? If I hadn't left, hadn't gone after him and let him defeat me...let myself get captured and ex...executed...." He choked a bit on that, still having trouble believing he was going to die. "If I hadn't done any of those things then Pops would still be alive!"

"An' if y' hadn't gone, y' would a lived yer life regrettin' it," Namur flicked the back of Ace's head. "Shit happens, Ace. Y' jus' got t' try an' wade through it the best y' can. Y ain't here alone, y' got me an' Thatch an' Marco. An' the others too, once we all figure out how t' work with each other. We're all goin' t' wade through it with y'. Teach's the one that set it up, made y' damned if y' went an' damned if y' didn't. We'll heap this hurt on his sorry ass if he ever has the gall t' show his damn face 'round these parts."

That was true too. If Ace hadn't gone after Marshall he would have regretted it forever. And that promise was older then his one to never die. Live without regret. Both he and Luffy had made that promise. Well, one things for sure, it sounded like he went down with one hell of a fight. Did it still hurt knowing, hell yes. Was it probably going to be a while before he was back to normal...oh yeah. But he knew with his family beside him, he could handle anything. And as long as he was in Garden, he had a chance to live again.

"Thanks, Namur." He whispered lightly, closing his red, sore eyes and leaning against the fishman again. He sat there watching the sun starting to set and realized how late it was getting. "We should head back. Before the others start to worry."

Namur smiled a little. "Take yer time, Ace. Y' been through a lot the last little while. Shit, everyone has. Last thing anybody needs is y' tryin' t' rush back 'fore y' got yer nets set jus' right."

Also if anyone was going to worry, they'd already be doing it, and a few more minutes wouldn't make too much of a difference.

Ace just leaned into the fishman and was silent. There was nothing more that needed to be said. It was a lot to take in and process. A lot to have to live with...knowing that ultimately he was going to leave everyone and never see them again. He let a few more tears slide down his cheeks as he closed his bloodshot eyes and relaxed. He felt tension start to leave his body and he supposed he might ask Thatch for a back rub later. That would be nice.

It wasn't long after that thought, that Ace fell asleep. His breathing was soft as the emotional upheaval he had experienced in the past few hours finally took its toll on him.

Namur gave him a few minutes of uninterrupted sleep. It felt like a whole damn hour, but Namur knew he didn't have that kind of patience. Then he picked up his sleeping nakama and carried him back to Garden.

Ace woke up before they reached the Garden entrance. "Nam-chan." Ace whispered. "You can put me down." He smiled standing when his brother put him down. "Thank you. For everything tonight, and for telling me about what happened. I appreciate it. I'll see you tomorrow, ok?" He smiled as he stuck his hands in his pockets. "I'm gonna go see if Marco's in his room. Good night, Namur." He said bidding the taller man good night and heading down the halls to Marco's room. He took a deep breath and knocked on the door, hoping Marco was in.

It was Grell that answered the door, with a book in her hand. Seeing Ace on the other side was surprising, but his face was as well.

"What's wrong, dear?" It was in the evening, and Marco, being the bird that he was, was snoozing already. "You look quite gloomy."

Ace gave her a weak smile. "Hi, Grell. Sorry to barge in so late...but may I come in? I'd like to see Marco." He asked. He really needed the blond right now. He needed the reassurances Marco always seemed to have. The steady warmth of his loving brotherly embrace. He didn't want to be a burden but he wasn't sure he could handle seeing Thatch just yet.

That bright smile from earlier was gone, so something had to be amiss. Grell nodded, taking his hand and leading him inside. "Don't be sorry. Come whenever you'd like."

It was a relatively short walk to their room, where Marco has made a nest of sorts from their blankets and pillows. He looked too cute to disturb, but knew marco wouldn't mind being woken up for family.

"Marco, you have company."

Marco chirped sleepily and rolled over in bird form a few times trying to stir himself awake. He was too tired for this bullshit and he had a feeling through the dreams that no good could come from getting up. Still, it was important and hadn't he heard Ace? Or was that the dream? He was trying to rescue Ace... or was Ace already saved? It was all so confusing.

Finally he pushed some pillows off the bed, laid on his stomach and stared up at Ace and Grell sleepily. This had better be important.

Although somewhere in the back of his bird brain he realized too that he was grateful that Ace hadn't just tried to sneak into the bed with them, between Marco's bird reflexes set on "kick" for anyone except Thatch and Toby, and Grell being a shinigami, that wouldn't have ended well for anyone.

Unfortunately, in his hazy sleepy state, he forgot to switch out of phoenix state, so when he asked what was going on, it just came out as a series of whistles.

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Ace felt bad for waking up Marco and gave the blue bird a small smile. "Marco...I need you please. Namur told me...everything." He whispered and looked to the side as tears started to well up in his eyes again. He loved the cuddly phoenix...but he wanted his human flesh brother.

Marco froze. What exactly was everything? Was it worth kicking Namur over or--

Marco switched to human, wearing a pair of bluebird boxers and quickly threw on a shirt and pants. He stifled a yawn with the back of his hand and gestured vaguely outside. "Is this a drinking occasion, or just a rooftop situation?" It was a rooftop situation either way because Marco needed the morning air to wake up the rest of his brain, but depending on how bad it was, alcohol would either make Ace fall off or feel better. Or worse. One of those.

"Kitten, what am I forgetting of clothes?" Sandals. He was barefoot, bedraggled, and looked about as awake as a snake in frigid winter. While he had managed to clip the belt and sash correctly, his shirt was also inside out. Oops.

Thatch really needed to teach her more whistles.

when Ace just said 'everything', she knew what that meant. Just judging by his face said enough.

Grell stroked Ace's hair idly, because she was in that same boat before. Finding out abut your own death could be traumatizing, and yet liberating. The feeling of not knowing something most others did always made one paranoid.

She watched as Marco put on some clothes, with an inside-out shirt. Inspecting him, she nodded. "You seem to be alright." No, Marco, you need to learn how to wear shirts properly. This will be his first lesson.

"It doesn't matter where Marco. We just need to talk. I'm not sure anything really will help but I suppose the roof is fine. Lead the way." he said. He did chuckle a bit at Marco's cute troubles with dressing himself. It wasn't often he saw Marco like this.

Grell's fingers in his hair felt really nice and relaxing. It had been a long time since someone had done that for him. It drew a relaxing sigh from his tired body as he leaned back a little more into her touch. "Thanks for letting me steal him away for a bit Grell."

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"Mm, arigatou..." Marco mumbled sleepily as he made a quick bottle of green tea to carry with him outside. He handed Ace the thermos to heat up and let outside. "We'll be back in a bit, eh." Marco repeated the words in phoenix, both to make sure he was getting them right and so that Grell could practice learning. "Thanks love."

He gestured out the door for Ace and wearily led the way outside where they wouldn't have to fly, just climb someplace nice and secluded.

"So. Everything, eh?" His voice was monotone and stoic, but inside he was a bundle of knots. Ace's death? Pops death? Damn it Namur... he should have ordered the damn shark to keep shut!

But...

If it was all that, Ace was taking it well. Or maybe Marco was too tired to know the difference yet.

Ace warmed up the thermos slowly as they headed outside and to a nice secluded area. He wasn't cold but he couldn't surpress the shiver that ran through him as he sat down. He distracted himself by pouring some tea for the two of them and taking a few calming sips.

"Hmm..good as always. Different though..I don't think we've had this tea back home." Ace commented softly as he stared out into the distance. He was quiet for a while longer before he started talking.

"Everything...about the battle. About pops...about Jozu...about what Teach did to pops after he died...and about me. I...I didn't want to believe it. I still don't want to believe it. But it's all true isn't it?"

"Aye. It's a type of jasmine though, so not too strange."

His stomach clenched as Ace explained the rest though. He wanted to throw up. Wow when Ace said everything, he pretty much meant it, huh.

Was it true? In which universe was the real question...

No, that was avoiding it. Which was exactly what Marco wanted to do. Feh.

Why would anyone come to Marco for the truth? He lied with gusto for a reason, after all. For fun, to protect people, just because. The truth was overrated so far as the phoenix was concerned. He didn't know how to answer Ace right away.

"Time... is squished to a point here. I met a version of you when I was first here who was a marine in our version of his world. Same snarky bastard you are, but for all that... a marine." It had driven Marco insane. To hear Ace who died protecting Luffy speak well of his own murderer?

"That's not... a question I can answer, Ace. I don't mean to give you unrealistic hope, but I thought for sure I'd never see Thatch again." He sipped more of the tea. "My son has come and gone from here four times. Espio's gone and come back two or three times, and one of the times, his whole section of the universe was destroyed." Is Ace dead? How can Ace ask that if he's there next to Marco breathing, drinking tea, and worrying about a future that might never come. Thatch...

Fuck. What was he to do with the lot of them?

"I told you, in my time, Pops is gone and I've become captain. If you were still in my world for that, I'd make you be captain, and you'd have to fight me forever to refuse that position."

Marco looked out the stars and took another sip of his tea. It would be morning soon, he expected. Sunrise. A new dawn for a discussion of a new era. But that period where it was still so dark out that every little light seemed to be the only one for all of eternity around them. Marco hated that time of day. Was it any wonder? It seemed much too like Blackbeard's hour. Dark. When the moon was set, and the sun had died. And Marco wasn't bright enough to match either of them. If Whitebeard was the moon, laughing and guarding, then Ace had always blazed like the sun, and Marco was a tiny speck of a star. A single sparkle in the endless black, and all he could try to do was to survive and protect the others. Exist for the others. Meh. It was still too early for even diurnal birds to be up and hunting.

"I can't take you back to my time, that is true. But does it matter? Will it change how you live here and now?"

"Me? A marine? Wow, that must have been interesting. I really don't see how in the hell I could have become a marine. Bet I was a stuck up shit head..." Ace mused ruefully. Honestly that logic threw him for a loop. How in the hell could he possibly have ever become a marine...at any point?! Either way, that was beside the point. He had more important things to worry about.

"Is that why Thatch left the night I arrived? Because he knew I was going to die or had already died...and he was angry because I couldn't avenge him? I really fucked up Marco. And worse yet I got Pops killed. I don't deserve any kindness from you or Namur or Thatch. Not after what I did. I failed. I let the enemy win and the family down. Why would you ever even consider making ME your captain? I would just get you all killed or worse."

He set his cup down and hung his head in his hands. "I'm sorry Marco." He whispered as he broke again. Tears falling once more as the hatred for himself built up and bubbled out. Apparently he wasn't dealing with this as well as he thought he was. "I'm sorry I destroyed our family."

"He was a bit, but he was still nakama so far as I'm concerned," Marco shot Ace a quick warning glare. Affectionate ribbing between nakama was all well and good, but Ace didn't know the other version of himself well enough for that, so he'd better watch it. Marine Ace might have tried everything he could think of to push Marco away, but that didn't stop Marco from thinking of him as an alternate version of a favorite little brother. Even if the person insulting him was just another alternate version.

Fucking time man, how does it work? Miracles.

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