Author's Note:

Yes, I am back after a long weekend. I hope that you all had a good one! Anyway, this starts off right where the last one ended but the rest of the story takes place later. Just giving you a heads up. If you haven't read the first two in the trilogy, I suggest that you do so or you may be lost at times. Get ready for a wild ride filled with twists and turns and enjoy the prologue as we begin our final journey in the Revelations Trilogy with Twisted Revelations (and yes, the title stays...for now). Don't forget to leave your mark too and let me know what you think! Until next time! Tootles!


"Just drive, Joe!" Vanessa cried from the passenger seat. Her face was scrunched in pain as she let out a loud wail. Joe leaned over to comfort her while keeping his eyes on the road, a feat that proved to be dangerous when their car swerved. "Keep your eyes on the road for crying out loud!"

"Alright, alright!" he yelled, shifting his hand back to the wheel. It was 3:30 in the morning and blessedly there were no cars on the road. Except of course for the police car that was now following them, it's lights flashing. Joe slowed down to pull over but Vanessa screamed at him.

"Don't you dare stop, Joe Hardy!"

Knowing that if he stopped, Vanessa would kill him right before their baby was born, Joe sped up again. He saw the lights of the hospital in front of him and blew a sigh of relief. The police car followed right behind him, stopping as he stopped in front of the main entrance.

"What the Sam hell are you doing, Hardy?" cried the officer when he got out of the vehicle. "You could have killed someone back there!"

"Not now, Marty!" Joe cried as he rushed around to Vanessa's side of the car. He helped her out but she was soon shooing him away from her. An orderly came up with a wheelchair and whisked Vanessa away as Joe turned around to go park the car.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, Joe," Marty replied when he saw him return. "I…I didn't know. Is there anything I can do?"

"Yeah," Joe said, tossing the officer his keys, "park my car!"

He rushed back into the hospital, going up to the labor and delivery floor, his shoes sliding across the waxed floor. He arrived in the delivery room just as the doctor came in.

"You ready, Mr. Hardy?" he asked with a smile.

"Not at all," Joe shook his head. "Is there any way we can hold this off for a little while longer?"

"Joe!" Vanessa yelled, throwing a pillow at him.

"Okay! Okay!" He rushed over to her and took her hand. "Let's do this."

The phone rang but Frank didn't answer. He rolled over, grumbling until the phone stopped after six rings. Frank fell back asleep only to be woken up a few minutes later by the phone ringing again. On the second ring, he opened an eye and grumbled again. It was seven in the morning. Who would be calling him so early on his day off? By the third ring, Frank sighed, annoyed that his sleep was interrupted and finally answered the phone.

"What?" he cried.

"What do you mean 'what?'" replied his father. "Is that how you answer the phone?"

"Only when it's you, Dad," Frank mumbled, sitting up in bed. He rubbed his face and sighed. "What is it that you needed to wake me for?"

"Your brother called," Fenton replied happily, ignoring his older son's annoyance. "Your presence is requested at the hospital."

"Why so early?" Frank asked, yawning. "Is there anything wrong?"

"No, nothing's wrong, Frank," his father said. "I just thought you might want to go meet your new nephew before everyone else gets word that he's been born. Your mother and I are on our way to the hospital. We'll meet you there but take your time, if you want."

"I'll be there," Frank said, quickly getting out of bed and heading for the bathroom. "Hey, did you call me more than once?"

"No," Fenton replied. "I only called you the one time. Maybe Joe called you before he called me. Why?"

"No reason," he shrugged. "I'll see you soon."

As he hung up the phone, Frank looked at his phone but there was no other number listed that called before his father. Shrugging it off, he got in the shower and was on his way out the door by a quarter to eight in the morning. What a way to start his only day off.

"You had to name him after yourself, didn't you?" Frank laughed, holding his newborn nephew. The little boy had peach fuzz for hair, his alert blue eyes looking up at his uncle.

"I did not name him after myself," Joe said, looking irritated. "It's his middle name, for your information. Vanessa wanted it. We made a deal that if we had a girl, she would get to name the first name and I would get the middle name and if it was a boy, vice versa. It wasn't my idea."

"It's still a nice name," Laura replied. "I'm sure Nancy will be happy to hear about it."

"Like she would care," Joe mumbled.


"I'm just saying," he said defensively. "We haven't heard from her in months and you expect me to be happy that she would feel honored that we named our son after her father? Or that she even comes back? She left without saying goodbye or even dealing with Frank."

"Get over it, Joe," Frank replied, rolling his eyes. Joe glared at him and made a noise.

"Let's just drop it, okay?" Laura suggested sadly. "I'm sorry I brought her up. We should be happy anyway. This is a joyous occasion!"

She walked over to Frank and took the baby, cradling him in her arms. Laura was instantly in love with her new grandson, swaying back and forth while humming a tune. She thought of her own first moments as a mother, rocking her first born and wondered when he would be blessed with his own child. Sighing, Laura was upset with the constant bickering between her two sons about a certain redhead and wondered what she was doing at that moment. She looked over at Frank and saw a longing in his eyes, something that was present nearly every day since they were in Chicago six and a half months before. She did remember a change though that had come over her son a few months back when he returned from a strange trip to China. He was only supposed to be gone for a few days and it turned into over a week. Frank said it was a sudden case that came up but she had a feeling there was something else, something that he wasn't telling anyone about. Laura turned back to her grandson who was now sleeping blissfully in her arms.

"By the way, Joe," Frank said, breaking a silence that had come over the room, "did you call me early this morning?"

"No," Joe said, looking at him strange. "I asked Dad to call you."

"You still going on about that phantom phone call, Frank?" Fenton laughed.

"What phantom phone call?" Laura asked, looking at them.

"It's nothing," Frank said, running his fingers through his hair.

"It's not nothing if you continue asking people if they called you," replied his father. "Did you check the phone?"

"Yeah, there was no other phone number besides yours," Frank stated then thought about it. "Well, maybe except for the unknown number that called me but I get those all the time."

"Did you check your voicemail?" Joe asked though he was still confused as to why his brother would be so concerned about a phone call from that morning.

"I didn't see one earlier," he answered, taking out his phone. His eyes widened when he saw that he had a message and realized someone must have left it when his father called him. Frank dialed his voicemail and walked away from his family as they continued their conversation. Seconds later, he was rushing out the door and down the hall, trying to dial a number on his phone. When he reached the elevator and pounded the button for down, Fenton came up beside him, concerned.

"What's going on?" he asked as the doors to the elevator opened and Frank stepped in. "Everything okay?"

"I have to go, Dad," Frank replied, punching the first floor button. "Just tell Joe I'll see him later."

"You're not going anywhere without me," Fenton stated, stepping onto the elevator. He turned to look at his son who looked like he found out something bad. "Joe can wait. What the hell is going on, Frank? And don't tell me it's nothing."

Frank sighed and looked away. He knew he had to tell his dad the truth. He just didn't know how he was going to take it. The elevator doors opened onto the lobby of the hospital and Frank guided his father to the nearest empty room he could find. When they were situated, he pulled out his phone and brought up the voicemail he received earlier in the morning, a clear, familiar voice rising out of the speaker.

"Oh my God, Frank! I wish you answered the phone! I know it's early there but I'm…I know you can't do anything to help but I just needed... He figured it out. Ned called me. He said Dad told him years ago about this place. I never knew or I wouldn't have come here. I…I…they're coming up the mountain. They'll be here soon. I'll do what I can to get in touch with you later. I love you so much. I...I've gotta go."

When the message ended, Fenton was staring wide-eyed at his son, his anger rising. "Frank, you have a lot of explaining to do."

"Was she there?" Jack asked.

"No, we missed her…again," Ned grumbled into the phone. He was standing in the hall of the monastery, staring down at the tablet in his hand. "Someone must have tipped her off that we were coming but I have a feeling as to where she's going. She made a phone call just before we arrived."

"I see the techs I sent with you paid off," Jack said. "Where do you think she's going?"

"New York."