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The fernandes house was quieter than ever — no shouting, no laughter, no Section E chaos rattling the walls. Just the faint hum of the AC and the creak of the front door unlocking.
Angelo looked up from the hallway mirror as it opened — and froze.
A girl stood there with a suitcase in hand, sunlight haloing her brown hair. Her eyes — soft, tired, yet determined — met his.
"Hi," she said, voice gentle. "Long time no see, Angelo."
"Ion?"
The name slipped out before he could stop it.
She looked almost the same — calm, graceful — but something about her felt fragile now. Like she'd lived too many winters in one year.Grandma's gasp broke the stillness.
"My child!" Grandma rushed forward, hugging Ion tight. "You're home!"
Ion's lips trembled. "Everyone's gone, Lola. I had nowhere else."
Angelo clenched his jaw but said nothing. Guilt shadowed his eyes.
"She stays," Grandma ordered firmly. "No discussion."
Angelo muttered, "You always decide for me."
Tiger, leaning lazily by the stairs, grinned. "Good decision though. You'd probably make her fill out a guest form first."
Angelo shot him a look sharp enough to cut glass.
When they entered the living room, Section E froze mid-chaos.Cin had a slipper raised to throw at Percy, Mica was holding a pizza plate hostage, and Rakki was mid–snack-steal mission.
Everything stopped.
Ion gave a shy smile. "Former Section E — older batch."
"Dang," Percy whispered. "Vintage E alert."
Drew blinked. "Wow, alumni cameo."
Ion's gaze landed on Jay, sitting near Keifer. Her eyes twinkled."You must be Jay," she said warmly. "The one Keifer loves?"
Jay choked on her drink. "Excuse me—WHAT?"
Keifer smirks but he was also looking like a tomato
Ion giggled. "Relax, Watson. You blush faster than I used to run from homework."
Tiger smirked. "Ohh, she knows you already. Trouble."
Keifer crossed his arms, grinning. "Correction, Tiger — it's Jasper Jean Mariano Watson. My girlfriend, not my trouble."
Ion tilted her head, amused. "Girlfriend, huh?"
Angelo raised an eyebrow. "That's new."
Keifer's grin turned sly. "I don't call the girl I love my best friend, unlike some people."
The air went still for a second. Angelo's jaw tightened.
Tiger whistled. "Ouch. That shade was imported from Italy."
Ion just smiled — soft, wistful — but said nothing.
At Lunch
Grandma made them all sit, despite Angelo's protests. "You too," she said, pointing her spoon at him.
Ion took her seat beside Tiger, opposite Jay and Keifer. "It feels… strange being back."
Freya smiled kindly. "How've you been, Ion?"
Ion hesitated, then said, "Miserable at first. My whole family was in jail. I ran because of the threats, but… my cousin helped me come back."
"Cousin?" Mica asked curiously.
Ion nodded proudly. "He's one of the best lawyers in the world. Blond hair, emerald eyes, never lost a case. Top of London, top of the world, top of annoying."
Jay's fork froze. Her smile faltered.
"His name's Adam," Ion added with a fond laugh. "Always saving people even when they don't ask him to."
Keifer noticed Jay's stiff shoulders immediately. His eyes narrowed, jealousy flickering like a match.
"So," he said casually, "your cousin sounds impressive. Jay seems… familiar with him?"
Jay tried to smile. "Yeah, I—I know him a little."
Keifer's lips twitched, voice low. "Figures."
Tiger kicked him under the table. "Chill, Romeo. You're crushing that fork again."
Keifer muttered, "It's durable steel. I'm testing its limits."
Ion blinked between them, oblivious to the storm. "You know Adam too?"
Keifer forced a grin. "Heard of him. Blond, perfect, shiny lawyer dude — yeah, unforgettable type."
Tiger laughed. "And probably sends people invoices for advice."
Everyone chuckled except Jay, who was quietly staring at her food.
Angelo's gaze flicked between them, unreadable.
Later
As dessert came out, Grandma chuckled. "Seeing you all like this… reminds me of the old Section E."
Ion smiled faintly. "Yeah. Me, Angelo, Raefael… we were just like Jay, Keifer, and Yuri once."
Tiger raised a brow. "Except you three had a triangle, not a trio."
Ion blushed slightly. "Maybe… but that's old history." She turned to Jay. "You remind me of how I used to be — brave. I ran when things got bad… but you, I think you'd fight."
Jay smiled softly. "Maybe I'd run too."
Keifer leaned close, whispering, "Not without me."
Ion laughed quietly. "See? That's what I mean. You two are trouble — just like we were."
Angelo shifted in his seat, voice low. "We're nothing like them."
"Maybe," Ion said, eyes glinting, "but you still flinch when someone says my name."
Tiger held up his drink. "Welp. This just got spicy."
By the window
Later, Ion stood by the curtains, the sunlight outlining her like an old memory. "It feels weird to be back here. The air even smells the same."
Angelo stood behind her, arms crossed, voice calm but cold. "Don't start something you can't handle again, Ion."
She smiled sadly. "Still the same. Still pretending not to care."
Tiger strolled in, hands behind his head. "And still single. Coincidence? Nope."
"Get out," Angelo muttered.
"Can't. Grandma said if I leave, I lose dessert privileges."
Ion laughed — a small, broken sound that somehow felt healing.
Across the room, Jay glanced over curiously — her instincts prickling like the calm before a storm.
Something about Ion's return didn't feel random
A/N:And finally — she's back. 💥Ion's return marks the real beginning of the storm that's been brewing since the start. Every smile hides a scar, every joke has a past behind it. Section E just got its missing piece back — and maybe, its biggest threat too.
You probably noticed the shift — Angelo's walls, Keifer's jealousy, Jay's silence when Adam's name dropped… yeah, things aren't staying calm for long. 👀
Next chapter, expect old emotions to resurface, a few unexpected alliances, and the first real crack in Jay's composure.
Because when the past walks back through the door — the present starts to burn.