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As the containnt room door slid open, Jas paused.
The priest beside him, Father David, noticed the hesitation and gave him a look—but didn't ask anything. Instead, the old man stepped forward into the quiet room, greeting the young girl sitting inside with a warm smile.
"Good morning, child," David said, his tone soft and steady.
SCP-166—Gaea—was already seated, her legs folded neatly beneath her. Her glowing, starry eyes looked up at him, and her delicate deer-like ears gave a small twitch. She gave a shy smile.
"As always," David began, "I must remind you that this conversation won't be considered confidential unless specifically requested. And even then, if it's deed necessary, it might be made public. Do you understand?"
Gaea nodded obediently. "Yes, Father."
The audience watching through the live broadcast collectively lted.
> "She's so polite…"
"I just want to protect her, man."
David gave a kind nod. "How have you been lately?"
"I'm okay," Gaea said, her voice soft. "But… one of the staff told yesterday… about Benedict? Is that true?"
David's face turned somber. "Yes. Unfortunately, it is. He passed away recently. He was already quite old when he took his post. His service is done, and now he rests."
The chatroom murmured as they guessed that "Benedict" referred to soone from her forr monastery life.
Gaea lowered her head, saddened, but quickly followed up with another question. "Do you know who will replace him?"
"There's a lot of speculation," David said. "They might pick soone with new ideas, or soone who's served faithfully for years. Ti will tell."
She nodded. "That makes sense."
Then her eyes flicked over toward the door—where Jas was still standing.
David noticed the glance, and so did everyone watching.
Then, without a word, Jas took off his shoes and entered the room.
Gaea's ears twitched in surprise, her gaze now fixed on this calm, unknown man.
"Hello," Jas said gently. "I'm Jas. You can just call that."
She glanced at David for reassurance.
David smiled. "Dr. Jas is one of the Foundation's best doctors."
Gaea's shoulders stiffened slightly. But she nodded. "Nice to et you… I'm Gaea."
Jas sat across from her, his expression soft but unreadable. He studied her for a mont, then asked gently, "Can we talk about you… or your parents?"
"?" She hesitated. "I don't really have a story. I was abandoned as a baby."
Her eyes darted to his, worried he might not understand. She quickly explained, "I an, I was left at a monastery. So my parents must've known the nuns there. But I never knew them."
Her small fingers tugged nervously at her robe. "They used to whisper things. Soone once said my mother was a goddess. But that can't be true… right?"
She pointed to her small antlers and deer-like ears, wiggling them as if to prove she wasn't divine.
Then her voice softened. "I once overheard the Mother Superior… she said sothing about a ritual that had been stopped. And… that my mother was dead."
The livestream viewers were heartbroken.
> "She doesn't even know what really happened…"
"And maybe that's for the best."
"Still, it hurts to see soone so sweet have such a sad story."
At S.H.I.E.L.D., Nick Fury leaned back and sighed.
Jas nodded slowly. He knew the truth about her mother—and her father. But instead of revealing it, he simply bowed his head.
"I'm sorry to hear about your mother."
Gaea nodded. "It's okay."
Jas looked at her again. "And your father?"
This ti, she hesitated more.
"I… don't know. I figure he's the one who left at the convent. But… why there? Why not keep ?"
Her voice cracked. Tears welled in her eyes.
Jas replied softly, "I believe he had his reasons."
That made her look up. "Maybe," she said, forcing a smile. "But they never talked about him. Not once. I must've asked the dean a thousand tis."
> "They were protecting her," the chat murmured.
"If she knew the truth too early, it could've broken her…"
Jas turned to David. "Father, could you give us a mont alone?"
David's face shifted. That request wasn't standard procedure.
He opened his mouth, hesitated, then looked at Jas's calm, unwavering eyes.
Finally, he stood. "I'll co back next week."
"Goodbye, Father," Gaea said quietly.
The door hissed shut behind him.
Now it was just the two of them.
Jas slowly reached into his coat and pulled out an envelope. He didn't explain—just offered it to her.
"This might be a surprise."
Gaea blinked in curiosity. Her ears twitched slightly. She took the envelope and carefully opened it.
The cara zood in on her hands… and the livestream held its breath.
Inside the envelope… was a letter.
And the mont she read the first line, her expression changed completely.
> "Wait… is that from—?!"
"Don't tell this is from Clef…"
"Oh no. Oh no. I'm not ready to cry."
On the screen, the first lines of the letter appeared:
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[llie,
When I t your mother, we were both just broken kids. She had stars in her eyes and hooves on her feet. She was beautiful. I loved her. And I killed her with my own hands.]
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The chat exploded.
> "No way. It's really from Clef."
"He's confessing everything to her?!"
"This man is raw, broken… and still a dad."
Gaea clutched the paper, hands shaking.
Jas remained silent. He didn't need to explain.
More lines appeared on screen.
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[Eden was never a place. It was a feeling. They tried to bring that back. I stopped them. And in doing so, I took paradise from us once again.]
[I've never regretted that mont, except for one thing: when you first saw , you saw your father put ten bullets into your mother's head.]
[I can't excuse it. I don't expect you to forgive . But I hope soday, you'll understand why I did what I did.]
[I love you. I wish I could've done more for you.]
[All I could do was leave you with people who would raise you better than I could. And from what I've seen, they've done a good job.]
[I'm sorry you ended up here. I'll do everything I can to make sure you're safe.]
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The signature at the bottom read:
Happy 16th Birthday.
With love,
Your father.
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Gaea's eyes filled with tears. The envelope slipped from her hands.
She looked at Jas with trembling lips.
"This…"
Jas nodded. "He's sorry he can't co. But… your father is a hero."
Her lips quivered. Then the tears finally fell.
Stars in her eyes dimd as she wept.
At S.H.I.E.L.D., Natasha turned away and wiped her eyes.
Fury said nothing. He didn't need to.
On-screen, Gaea sobbed.
Not just a tear. Not just a cry. A full release of every emotion she'd locked away for sixteen years.
Jas sat beside her silently, waiting.
When her sobs finally slowed, he handed her a tissue.
She looked up, eyes still shimring with grief.
"Why can't he co see ?"
Jas hesitated. Then he said gently, "Because he wants to protect you."
"I'm already safe," she whispered.
Jas shook his head, gaze distant. "Only for now. Not all storms have arrived yet."
She wanted to ask more—but he stood up.
"Happy birthday, Gaea."
Then he turned and walked toward the door.
As it hissed open, Gaea's voice called out behind him—
"Thank you… for the gift."
The screen cut to black.
And across two universes, no one said a word.
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