Warning: insensitive person and ANGRY PATTON!!!

Patton pov
I felt Virgil stirring under my embrace and I slowly helped him into a sitting position.

"What happened?" Virgil asked, rubbing his eye sleepily.

"Well kiddo, you kind of passed out after a panic attack," his eyes grew wide, "don't worry, everything's alright now," I rushed in. He nodded at this and scanned the room.

"Where's Roman?" 

"Roman is currently in the bathroom adjusting to this time." Logan added, "we had told him things that were alarming to him earlier and he had to take a moment to himself to… process the information." I felt heat riding to my cheeks. Logan looked so cute when trying to figure out the best way to say something!

"What did you… umm… what did you tell him?"

"Well, we told him that the Earth was not flat and that dragon witches aren't real," I answered, "he didn't seem to take either of those answers very well."

"G-goodness! What century did he come from?" Virgil looked as if he were trying to make a little joke, and it would have been funny if he was actually from this century. I started to laugh to make him feel better but Logan didn't realize that he was trying to make a joke.

"Around 700 BCE, if my math is correct." Virgil's mouth dropped from the playful smirk he had on before.

"But that means he's… he's…."

"I'm about 2,800 years old." A voice sounded behind us causing Virgil to jump. We all turned to see Roman exiting the bathroom. He showed no traces of crying as he smiled his flashy smile. His smile was somehow perfectly white and shone beautifully. I noticed Logan's eyebrows draw together at his teeth's unnatural white color and he was struggling to not ask him about it. He laughed with his musical voice, "sorry for making you jump, darling." Virgil's cheeks flushed at the nickname. He chuckled some more.

"So can I correctly assume that you were approximately 20 years old before you were frozen in statue form?" Logan questioned Roman.

"Close, my inquisitive scribe." He laughed at the name he gave Logan, which received an eye roll. "I am.. or would it be was? Haha. I was 19" my eyes widened. 

"Wow! We are all around the same age! Isn't that funny how we somehow came here when we are about your age! We just graduated high school! That's actually how we made it on this trip, we saved up to celebrate. That's so cool! I am 18, Logan just turned 19, and Virgil is 17 turning 18 soon." I exclaimed excitedly. That is so perfect! An uncomfortable silence settled over the room.

Logan cleared his throat. "Well, I suggest we make sure we have gotten everything packed up. We need to be leaving for the flight in an hour." We nodded our agreement and went to make sure that we had everything we needed. Roman stood around awkwardly, uncertain of what he could do that would actually be helpful. At first he picked up the microwave and tried to ask Logan where to put it. He said to put it back and Roman looked even more lost as he replaced it in it's rightful position. Well, almost right. I walked over and smiled at him guiltily as I turned the machine right side up. After that he stayed out of the way.

Time Skip brought to you because why not?

We got out of the cab to the airport and Roman just couldn't getenough of the new advancements. I laughed as his mouth dropped, yet again, upon seeing an airplane for the first time. We boarded our luggage and sat down at gate C24. People kept staring and whispering. They all heard the news about the Prince and they could all tell who he was. I guess that's what happens when you are one of the biggest tourist attractions in the world, you get recognized a lot. I even saw some people glaring. I wonder why…

A man who looked older, maybe in his forties,  walked up to us. He stopped right in front of Roman and looked him up and down. Roman held a warry smile.

"Can I help you?" 

"Was this the Prince statue?" The man asked, sounding angry, his head turned to the rest of us. He had a thick Italian accent. He spoke as if Roman wasn't there at all. Logan spoke up.

"Yes. This is prince Roman." He replied coldly to the man.

"You have no right to be taking it out of Rome!" The man shouted, gaining the attention of the other people on this flight. The man pointed a stubby finger at Virgil who looked like he wanted to disappear. "What did you do to our statue!" He shouted. "You are stealing a priceless historical artifact!" Virgil's breathing was uneven and I knew he was about to break down. We heard the flight attendants calling people to board the flight, but the man wouldn't let us go. Finally he grabbed Roman's arm, attempting to drag him off with him. "You're going back to where you belong!" The panic was clear on Roman's face. I lost it. I walked up to the man and smacked him across the face as hard as I could.

"How dare you!" I shouted, ripping Roman out of that foul man's grasp. "You have no right to touch him! He is a human and you have no right to tell him what he can and can't do! And next time you yell at either of my sons like that I will personally make sure that you are unable to yell at anyone ever again!" I grabbed Roman and Virgil and pulled them to the gate, trusting that Logan was close behind. No one yells at my sons and gets away with it! He even had the nerve to physically touch Roman! I storm onto the airplane, leaving the man speechless behind us. Rage is boiling off of me as I think about how that man was treating us. I smirk in satisfaction, knowing that he was going to have a handprint on his face for at least a week. 

I find our seats and turn to look at the others, shock clearly visible on their faces. I shrug and notice that Virgil's breathing is still unsteady. Sighing, I motioned for Virgil to sit down in the window seat, knowing that the isle makes him uncomfortable. I sit down next to him as Roman and Logan sit down in the two seats in front of us. Roman is in the window seat, and I can see Logan teaching him how to put on the seat belts.

"Thank you for.. uh.. for… um... standing up for us back there," Virgil's voice drew me out of my trance.

"Yeah that was seriously amazing Padre" Roman turned back to face me.

"I must say," Logan added, "even I was shocked you could do something that bold. It was very kind and considerate of you."

I felt my cheeks heat up, "oh, it was nothing!" I waved them off, "just doing my job." Logan raised an eyebrow at this.

"Your job?"

"To protect my family of course!" They smiled at me, and I beamed back. There is no way I am letting anyone hurt my family like that.

The plane started to take off, and I heard Roman shout. Logan tried to frantically comfort him, telling him that he is perfectly safe and has nothing to fear. And no, this is not the descendant of one of the dragons or dragon witches. I quickly look out the window and see the road moving underneath us. The sun is starting to set on the horizon and I find myself hypnotized by its beauty. This is a 15 hour overnight flight, and I can't wait for when we reach Florida. Ahh to sleep in your own bed. There is no other feeling quite like it. I slowly find myself drifting off to sleep as I lean back on my chair, letting the plane fly me to the land of dreams.

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