Humming Hallelujah

by kaljara

As an illegitimate child, Indiana Connelly's life has never been easy. And as if being raised by a single mother wasn't enough of a struggle, Indi's world is flipped upside down when her twin brother Ian is diagnosed with cancer. When help is offered by her estranged half-brother, Jordan Parrish, Indi readily accepts his suggestion for her and Ian to move to Beacon Hills. Pre-S5

1. Chapter 1

Humming Hallelujah

Prologue

Heavy boots met creaky wooden floorboards as a man entered his motel room, briefcase clutched firmly in his hands. He put it down carefully, almost reverently, on the coffee table by his window, eyes darting around the room. For half a moment, it looked as though the shadows on the walls were creeping toward him. The image dispelled as he blinked, but it didn't get rid of the uncomfortable feeling that had settled on his skin.

The man opened his briefcase and lifted out a large stack of folders, meticulously alphabetized. There was a shuffling of paper against paper as the man dug through the pile before him, fingers twitching when they finally landed on the files he had been searching for. He flipped open the first manila folder, eyes scanning the page hungrily.

Indiana Eloise Connelly, age 18. Red hair, blue eyes.

Height:5'7. Lived in Fresno, CA, since birth.

Illegitimate daughter of one Cameron Parrish.

Treated at the Bellum Center for anxiety

disorder 2 years prior to report. Currently an

Unknown. No threat detected.

He knew the girl was an Unknown, but as for her brother-it was hard to tell with him. He was far more predictable, but also very removed. He like to keep to himself, and that could be dangerous. The man flipped the girl's folder shut and quickly opened the boy's, becoming more intrigued as he read.

Ian Edmund Connelly, age 18. Red hair, green eyes.

Height:5'11. Lived in Fresno, CA, since birth.

Illegitmate son of one Cameron Parrish.

Diagnosed with nodular sclerosis Hodgkin's lymphoma

1 month prior to report. Currently an Unknown. No

threat detected.

The boy was ill, on the brink of being terminally ill, he could see as he flipped through the thick wad of papers resting on his lap. The boy had stage IIIB Hodgkin's lymphoma-it would be a miracle if he lived another six months without the proper treatment. And of course, the Connellys didn't have the money for that. A shame, really, since the boy had so much pontential...

The man dropped the folder onto the coffee table in front of him and began to pace, his black overcoat billowing up behind him like some demented night creature. The motel room was alarmingly dark, save the eerie glow of the blinking neon sign outside. The Glen Capri was as dismal as ever, but he had grown accustomed to it over the years.

He had not, however, grown accustomed to such a serious case as this. The man pushed up his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose, finally taking a seat on the edge of the musty bed. The Connelly files lay on top of the now-haphazard pile of other files, the most important in a sea of meaningless words and dates and lives. The man kicked off his shoes and stripped off his scarf and overcoat, deciding that sleep, while it was torturous for him at times, was the best option he had at the moment.

There was, of course, that nagging little voice in the back of his head, warning him against getting too caught up in a world that wasn't designed for him. But of course, keeping tabs on the Unknowns had been his job since before he could remember. It was him, essentially. Yet something about the twins' case struck him oddly. It sent a dull twisting sensation through his whole body, like his conscious was trying to warn him against delving any further. He, of course, didn't listen.

He rubbed the sweat from his upper lip and slowly walked toward the coffee table again. Flipping further into each file, his eyebrows furrowed when his gaze skimmed over a picture of the twins' parents, and a separate picture of their half-brother. His breath caught in his throat. How had he missed it before? There was no way it was some God-awful coincidence. He had been given the two files for a specific reason, though someone else could have just as easily taken one to analyze. Was it a reward that he had gotten both...or a punishment?

The man shut each Connelly file heavily, as though something was physically hindering him from doing so. That was enough realization and horror for tonight, he decided. When he finally crawled into bed, pulling the outdated orange paisley covers to his chest, the man let out a long, agonized sigh. Even when he closed his eyes, he could see the scowl of Indiana Connelly in his mind, the way that her gray-blue eyes were narrowed in disdain. There was something in those eyes, something dark that not even she could see. He shivered involuntarily and tried to relax, but he couldn't help but wonder if the 'not a threat' line in the girl's file was as accurate as his superiors believed.

WARNING: THIS IS SIMPLY A TIDBIT OF SOMETHING THAT WON'T ACTUALLY START UNTIL SEASON 5 OF TEEN WOLF BEGINS. I hope you all are intrigued, because there is much more to come for Indi and Ian. Thanks for reading!

-Harley xxx