Okay, here's my deal: Pending no personal tragedies, on February tenth, I will start updating Heir again regardless of whether I finish this story. I needed to write for a different fandom and realized how much I missed you guys here.

Loosely connected sequel to Four Heartbeats: Astralina Reid has never known either of her parents, as her father Spencer died before she was born, and her mother is apparently on the run. Raised by the BAU, she is a happy almost-teenager with two hearts and odd powers that will lead to the discovery of her greatest potential.

You don't need to know Doctor Who or have read the previous stories (though if you do and leave a review, you'll have my everlasting gratitude). I haven't written many kid stories, so this should be fun. Again, Heir comes back on the Tenth!

This is a rush job as A: I am craving reviews. B. I am nervous about a minor medical procedure I having tomorrow. C: The ideas are flowing.

Bonus: Who can tell me the ages of Henry and Michael? Google isn't help and my math isn't good.

Astralina Reid

As long as I can remember, I have been obsessed with the stars. My adoptive parents said it began before I could talk. They said I would not stop pointing at the sky at night. They painted my ceiling when I was five to reflect the night sky. I can pick out constellations on it. My mom (okay, not my real mom but you get the idea) took me to the planetarium that same year, and after we left, I talked a mile minute about everything we saw. It feels as though my destiny is in the stars.

My name is Astralina Diana Reid. My friends call me Astra. I am thirteen days away from turning thirteen. My father Spencer Reid, died before I was born saving my mother, is what I am told. I have never met my mother, as my parents say what she does for a living, has attracted some dangerous enemies. She trusted my father's friends, who work for the FBI catching serial killers, to take care of me. My adoptive mother "J.J." is the mother of his two godsons, who I consider to be my brothers, as they love me like a sister. My adoptive dad is a cop in DC. My best friend is Rose Simmons, whose father was also teammate of my dad's. I'm close with all of my dad's friends from law enforcement. It is a big happy family.

"Morning star girl," my dad said affectionately when I came down for breakfast. "Have any weird dreams?"

That's a thing with me. I get dreams where I can almost predict the future. I dreamed my mom was hit from behind with a baseball bat the day before it happened. I dreamed two days earlier. Henry would meet a girl named with bright red hair named Anna, who is now his first steady girlfriend. Rose was going to have a pop quiz. It ranged from silly, to serious.

"Nope," I said. "How's the case mom's working on?"

"She said that it's coming along," he said as he spooned eggs on my plate.

"They released the suspect they had?" I said.

"How do you keep doing that?" he asked with a note of bemused irritation.

That's another thing. I can read people's thoughts. Not everyone's, and not all the time. But I am very good at reading my parents as I've known them my whole life. I've learned to hide it as I've seen too many sci-fi shows where doctors pick apart people with such powers, or are feared like the X-men. I'll tell you about my two hearts later.

"It's a mystery," I said as I poured some orange juice.

"Are you prepared for that math test?" he asked.

"I hacked the teacher computer so I have all the answers," I said.

"Astra," he said seriously.

"I'm kidding."

I could have if I wanted to. This just comes from being around Aunt Penny. She taught me to code while I was learning the alphabet and it came to me naturally. Another power that comes with great responsibility.

"Listen kiddo," my dad said seriously, "You're coming on a big milestone. I just want to say how proud I am of the young woman you're becoming. Always remember that."

"What is with you guys?" I asked. "Mom stood and watched me pretend to sleep for twenty minutes. She said same thing before she left. I'm turning thirteen, it's not like I'm going to college afterwards. Relax."

"You'll understand, one day," he said. "When you're a parent."

"I just want to live to avoid Elly Gray's snide remarks about my lack of boobs until I get some. I'm not taking on anything greater."

"There is still so much you don't know," my dad said.

"Because I'm only almost thirteen, not thirty," I said and finished eating. "I hope I don't grow up do be a weird parent."

"There's nothing wrong with weird," he said. "I wear my weirdness badge on my shoulder."

"The bus is going to be here soon," I said. "I've got to go."

"Have a good day! I love you star girl."

"I love you too, dad."

I walked to the front door and stepped outside. There was still the faintest hint of a moon. The moon didn't interest me. People have been to the moon. I want to go farther. I want to be among the stars.

As much as I mock my parents for being weird, I know something is very different about me. It is not just the clairvoyant dreams, mind reading, or having two hearts (thought that would be enough). One day I'll have all the answers. Until that day comes, I'll just fend off bullies, ace tests, paint my nails with Rose, and see what happens on my thirteenth birthday.