It was a simple solution to aVERYcomplex problem.
But in order to fix this, he had to find him first.
That was the conundrum.
Parking in front of the simple cabin beside the beat-up truck, he got out and didn’t make it past the front of his vehicle before a man appeared on the porch.
He had company.
Well, holy shit.
Now, he knew what Ethan would look like when he was older. Oh, he’d still carry half of his Caucasian ethnicity, mixing it with the sharp cheekbones, and mysterious eyes, but he would be very similar to this man.
Ethan was going to be very handsome as he became older. That was for sure.
“Mr. Blackhawk?” he asked, pretty sure he knew who it was.
The man nodded.
He had been expecting this visit. Timothy had gone back into the smoke to see what he could do, and pleasantly, he was shown a vision.
He need not do anything.
Help was coming.
“Yes. You are my grandson’s partner,” he asked.
Well, he had been until said grandson ran in the opposite direction. Only, Gene was pretty sure he meant in the FBI, since he didn’t think the man knew about him batting for the same team.
He’d have to handle this delicately.
Ethan’s sexuality was his to discuss, or not discuss, even if it wounded Gene’s heart to be hidden from the man’s family. God knew he’d tell his family about Ethan if they spoke to him.
They didn’t.
But that was neither here nor there. Dirty laundry was not getting hung out here.
“Yes,” he stated, leaving it at that.
Checking him out, Timothy took everything about the man in. He had a cast on his arm, as it peeked out from beneath his coat, but that wasn’t it.
In his eyes, he saw wisdom, patience, and love. With the stress lines etched around his mouth, there was no doubt that his grandson was giving this man a run for his money.
Luckily, the smoke said that Gene Cantrell could hold his own.
He was bulky, built bigger, the opposite of Ethan, and he imagined his grandson was attracted to that safety. He knew Ethan and how much he needed that protection.
Yeah, in that moment, he had confirmation.
Timothy liked the man.
A lot.
Along with that, he had the characteristics of the coming Raven. Had the Great Spirit not given him the gift of seeing what was coming in the smoke, and the necessity for both of his grandsons to have children, he would have been happy with this outcome.
Oh, and he was still overjoyed that Ethan found shelter in the storm, but there would need to be more Blackhawk children to fight what was coming in the future.
Timothy went there, showing the man most of his cards.
