Disclaimer: I would NEVER own the characters of Sly Cooper. I don't own anyone in this fanfic since they all belong to Sanzaru game companies.
I don't even own Sly's father who is rumoured to be named Connor so I'll just go by that name for Sly's dad to make this a good fanfic.
Hope you enjoy it.
Sly and the Cooper Legacy.
Sly Cooper's eyes squinted hard as he took his first look into the huge fiery orb in the cloudless pale blue skies. The Raccoon could only recall the blimp in which he was fighting an enemy, La Paradox; the son of an old rival to his family. But now, as he looked around more to get to know his surroundings, he could clearly see sand. A lot of it.
It took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the unbearably bright sunlight but he also noticed that he was laying right next to his prized cane letting off a gold twinkle at its arch as the boiling sunlight just hit the gold connection of the prized artifact.
Sly's sore eyes cracked open a smidge but he managed to make out the blurry form of the great Spinx, in the form of an armadillo, that reminded Sly of Sherriff Toothpick but the great monument shone like solid gold in the humid sunlight, everything as far as the eye could see wrinkly due to the unbearable heat.
Rubbing his sore eyes, Sly slowly sat up...but only to discover that something was clearly wrong with his right leg.
"Gahh!" Sly cried out as he clutched his painful leg tightly in order to ease the searing agony he felt shooting through his damaged tarsus. He sat on the somewhat comfy sand below him and reached out for his treasured weapon as an idea sparked to life in his mind. The blue-wearing Racoon grabbed his cane, stood up as best he could and supported half his weight upon it as he clumsily wandered around in the blazing sun.
"Where am I?" Sly thought to himself out loud as he looked around, his pricked ears alert and perked. He tried to ignore his injury but he knew one thing that burned a hole in the back of his mind, one essential truth that he tried to ignore: A master thief cannot commit crimes with a serious injury such as this, stranded or not.
The raccoon looked around wearily, feeling his sweat seep through his fur and stain his blue-yellow clothing into a much darker colour, signalling that he was incredibly sweaty and the fact that he was now damp to the bone didn't make him feel any better.
After knowing that nobody was there to hear him, Sly shook his head with a very heavy sigh as he told himself through slight pants "Okay, I guess I'll have to find shelter from this sun."
For a long 40 minutes, the Racoon travelled. He had no idea where to go or what to do but he did know that he had to survive somehow -maybe find a healer on the way- he didn't care. His fur began to get ragged and out of place, his head grew heavy and sore and his eyes grew tired and bloodshot somehow as his vision provided him with doubled sightings. He wavered as he began to quickly lose balance due to the heat of the wasteland.
What was happening?
Sly's head pounded. He had no idea what was going on and the migraine he felt didn't help the least. Quickly deciding to find a place before he passed out, Sly desperately made a mad dash towards a large palm tree but he fell face-first to the sand before he could reach the protective shade.
Just before his vision faded into blackness, he saw the approaching silhouette of a figure loom over him like a storm cloud in the sky. He had no idea what was happening and this agitated him more then anything as questions buzzed in his mind: Who was he? How was his gang? How was Carmalita? How was he going to get home? His mind completely gave into the upending darkness of blissful unconsciousness before anymore could be said or done.
"Hey, kid?" someone's voice slurred before leaving an echo behind it through pitch blackness. Sly felt his consciousness slip back into grasp and his ears began ringing within his ears.
Sly from his slumber as he once again found himself forcing open his eyes sleepily. At first, the master thief couldn't help but sway his head from side to side as he tried to get a clear look at the creature in front of him.
From what Sly could tell, this guy was a grey blob but as his vision began to clear itself; he saw a tall Raccoon standing before him as his firm, piercing lime green eyes stared right at him.
"Snap out of it, junior!" The adult Racoon exclaimed as he lightly slapped the younger Racoon in his presence to awake him fully. Sly now got a clear assentive on what the fellow Racoon looked like and what he saw made his eyes widen in disbelief. The inside of the pyramid was kind of cool as he laid back on a table and the sand was red while the bricks were dark red like wet sand. But he was more concentrated on the Raccoon in front of him.
The older Racoon was dressed in a red tight silk sweater and he wore a teal cap that highly resembled Sly's own. His cheek fur was very scruffy and his fur was a touch darker. He also had zig-zag black markings on his tail instead of Sly's straight simple rings. He even had a pipe sticking out of his mouth. He even had a scar covering his right eye, no doubt from past injury but it didn't seem to be bothering him. As a matter of fact; he seemed to have liked his scar and brushed off its untimely existence!
Sly slapped a hand towards the right side of his head in order to get the dizziness to cease and once his head stopped spinning like he had been on a roller coaster, he tried to push the impossible towards the back of his mind. But the truth literally stared him in the face!
"D-Dad...?!"
The older Racoon seemed perplexed for a second as he told the Racoon with a stern gruffness residing within his voice "Wrong, kiddo. I've never even met'cha before!"
Sly ignored what the old timer said. Despite denying it, Sly knew that this Raccoon who shared a high resemblance towards him was definitely his father! He couldn't believe it, his father died right before his eyes when he was just eight years old! Yet there was no mistaking it: Standing right in front of him was the Racoon known as Connor Thaddeus Cooper, great-grandson of Thaddeus Winslow Cooper the third.
Sly's head began to get fuzzy again as he shut his eyes with a moan and cupped the right side of his head as the upper part of his body sunk slightly in a slouch "Ugh, I don't feel so good..."
"That doesn't surprise me," Connor said with a teasing smirk "The hot sun can do that to ya and not even a big shot idiot would go out in these parts since they can't even last 5 seconds."
Sly narrowed his eyes in an insulted glare and his ears pinned back against his head fiercely. Getting the point that the younger Racoon was getting annoyed, Connor chuckled slightly and waved it off as he exclaimed "I'm kidding!"
It was then that Connor got serious as he folded his arms simply across his chest "Now for some answers. Who're you and how in the world did you wind up in Ancient Egypt?"
Sly racked his brain for this. He knew that telling his own dad that he was speaking to his offspring wasn't an option. He may have told his ancestors who he was and he was from the future but now it just wasn't safe. It could rupture the space time continuum and Sly had no means of getting back to present day.
It was then an idea hit him: Maybe he could stretch the truth a little bit...?
"My names Sly. Sly Cooper." Sly proclaimed as he removed his cane from behind his back and twirled it expertly but this was rewarded with the sharp tip of another identical cane being pointed to his throat, just inches from cutting the skin.
It was clear that his father was a little protective as he saw a furious fire burn inside those lime green orbs. Sly chuckled nervously as he raised both palms of his hands in a poorly attempt to defend himself and he assured in a choked up voice "Ugh, hey-I'm a relative of yours!"
"Oh, really?" Connor asked suspiciously as he only slightly removed his cane from the apparent Cooper's throat but he stood in a sideways position with his zig-zagged tail swishing sideways "I'll give ya a minute to explain."
Sly cleared his throat gruffly as he told that he had somehow wound up here after an incident (being careful not to say what the incident was) and that he really was a relative of his, a distant cousin to be more precise.
"So you're a cousin of mine, right?" Connor queried as he twirled his stylish cane expertly before slamming the staff to the ground with his zig-zagged tail continuing to swish side to side.
Sly nodded as he tried to get off whatever he was laying on but he was quickly shoved back as Connor forced him to lay down again "Woah, there, Hot shot. Ya sprained you're right leg when I found you."
The raccoon's heart dropped into his stomach as his ears fell flat and his eyes widened into the size of dinner plates. He sprained his leg!? How did he do that, Could it have been from the crash landing? It wasn't even possible and Sy must have heard something else that sounded like he hurt his leg.
"Sprained my leg!?" Sly repeated in disbelief as his eyes almost bulged out of his skull "That can't be!"
Connor shook his head with a sympathetic smirk while he removed what appeared to be an X-ray image from behind his back but he continued to puff leisurely on his pipe "Sorry but it's true. No big jobs for you, kid."
Connor then decided to cease belittling his 'cousin' as he sat back leisurely on an old stool as he ignored the fact that Sly was staring at him with awe.
The raccoon decided to brush the bad leg matter aside and returned the subject to his unknowing father. Sly could barely believe that his own father was sitting right in front of him and he suddenly found that his arms were wrapped around the older Raccoon's neck.
He rubbed his head against his father's cheek fur and bathed in the fact that he was meeting his father for the first time in years, but little did he know was that he was going to have to make a heart-breaking choice between his past family and his present family.
Sly just hoped that he would make the right choice and he would never have to tell his father who he really is.
A/N: Thats the end of this story and what I think Sly 5 will be about. I thought that we have heard so much about Sly's father but never really met him. I thought that I may as well do this as a fanfic. Why is Connor in ancient eygypt and where is McSweeny and Dr M? Find out soon.
Please review and tell me what you think because I am currently nuts about Sly Cooper. I haven't forgotten my other stories, though, so no need to worry. I hope I have done Connor's personality right...
Enjoy this and I'll try and update very soon!
-Chloemcg
