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AN: Well, let my first foray into the Halloween writing fandom begin! This takes place one roughly year before the 2007 Halloween film. I'm hoping that this'll turn out well enough. Hope you enjoy.

"Talking"

Thought

Time Passage

She was adopted. She wasn't certain why or how, but she was certain that it had happened. The papers that she'd just thrown on the table were evidence enough of that. It's not as though the glaring "Certificate of Adoption" nicely typed out at the top of the page allowed much wiggle room for denial to set in and get to work.

The day she found out had started off normally enough. Tease Tommy a little, go to school, spend the afternoon with Annie and Lynda, and do a little homework before the weekend started. Then she'd been set on the path to her current situation. With senior year coming soon, her parents had wanted to talk about college. It wasn't anything unusual. She wasn't absolutely certain what she wanted to do, but the options in Haddonfield were pretty limited anyway, and they had spoken on the matter a few times before. They hadn't pressed the issue very far though, not when they were planning to go out to celebrate their anniversary that night.

Unfortunately, in this particular instance the short conversation had left her with a gnawing sense of nostalgia that she couldn't shake off. So later that evening, alone in her home and considering calling up her friends, she'd decided to go through some of her old things. They'd put many of them in the attic, but they'd kept some of her favorite childhood things in the unused guest room closet. For the most part they were just typical childhood items; A small blanket, a stuffed dog, tiny pairs of baby clothes that her parents felt like keeping for old times' sake, and the like.

And then she saw it. In the back of the closet, on a shelf at the top, a place that she hadn't looked since her early days of hunting for hidden birthday and Christmas presents in all of her childish eagerness. It was just a plain, simple plastic box, yet it changed things so much. She understood why her father, and she was certain it was him, had kept all of the forms and certificates involved with the adoption. Even ignoring legal issues, he'd always been a bit of a stickler about keeping files with information on the family. Likewise, she could understand why, if they hadn't been willing to tell her that she was adopted, they would put it in a place that she never thought to look anymore.

But damnit, she didn't understand why she just had to look in the closet while it was still there.

Shock had been her first reaction. When you've been living under someone's roof for sixteen years, it comes as a bit of a surprise to suddenly find out that you weren't quite who you thought you were, even if when looking back on it the only difference was the name on a piece of paper. And so she'd stayed quiet. She put the box back in its place, replaced all of her things, and tried her best to forget that she'd ever found it. However, after a few restless days, she'd quickly realized that it wasn't something that she could just drop and forget.

So she tried everything that she could without confronting them. Unfortunately, things hadn't worked out very well in that department. The agency that had handled her adoption was in a different town, and she doubted her parents would just buy some random excuse that would require her to drive several hours away, especially since she wanted to go alone and would have to use one of their cars. And as the agency wouldn't provide the information over the phone or online, something that could lead to far too many problems if it was allowed, she was pretty much out of options.

And that's why after nearly a week, she was finally here, standing in front of her parents at the dinner table, various adoption papers and her birth certificate wildly scattered about on the wooden surface.

"Care to explain?" Her parents shared a glance, and her father started.

"Sweetheart, we were going to tell you-"

"Then why didn't you?"

"It's…hard to explain."

"Why? What's so hard about it? I can wait."

"Laurie-"

"Is that even my name? Who were my parents? Do I have any siblings? Where am I from? Who the hell am I!?" It was the first time she'd raised her voice to her parents in a long time. She'd probably be fine once she'd had some time to cool off, but right now, she needed to know who she was. Who she'd been before she was Laurie Strode. Another glance, and this time her mother went first, absently brushing a hand through her hair.

"We don't know much about your previous family. From what we know, they were young, and-"

"Don't lie to me!"

"What?"

"You're lying. You always do that-" She ran a hand through her hair "When you're not telling me something. I want the truth. The whole truth."

"Alright. Alright. If you want to know the truth-"

"Mason?"

"I think we should tell her, hon. She shouldn't have found out like this. We owe her the whole story." Her mother rubbed at her temples, hesitantly nodding in agreement. She didn't like upsetting them, hated it, but this was important.

"You were born here in Haddonfield under the name of Angel Myers."

Myers? Why does that sound so familiar? She'd heard the name before somewhere, but didn't know of any Myers family in the area.

"Your biological father's name was Donald Myers. We honestly don't know much about him, other than that he died before you were born. Your mother's name was Deborah. She was the one who supported the family, your big brother and sister, Michael and Judith."

"So I have a brother and a sister?" Wait…Michael? Michael, Judith, and Deborah? She'd seen a report on them once. It was on one of the news stations something about a place called Smith's Grove. What was it? It was Smith's Grove-Oh no.

"Now Laurie, I want you to stay calm, okay?"

Nononono. Not them.

"Your brother was a troubled boy. Deborah's boyfriend was an abusive man, and a lot of school bullies liked to target him because of his family."

Not that family.

"Sixteen years ago on Halloween, something must have finally pushed him over the edge. No one really seems to know what did it, but he went insane. Laurie, he killed his sister, her boyfriend, and your mother's boyfriend. He's been in the Smith's Grove Sanitarium ever since."

Shit! Shit, shit, shit! She hadn't expected an amazing family history, but being the little sister of a boy that had butchered his family at ten years old?

"And my…mother? She ended up…" Her mother, Still my mother, biological or not, answered.

"Committing suicide. Laurie, I'm sorry for keeping this from you. We just didn't want you to have to live with that."

I…

"I want to meet him."

"What?" Through their shock, she could tell that they knew exactly what she meant.

"My brother. Michael. I want to meet him."

"Honey, I don't think that's a good idea."

"Please? I just-" I need to see him. I need to know what he's like. "I just need this. Please?"

Smith's Grove Sanitarium

"Doctor Loomis!"

"Ah, what is it now?"

"We just had an interesting call."

"Do I really need to know this?"

"It's about Michael. It seems someone would like to have a meeting with him."

Damn persistent vultures, all of them. "And you needed to bother me with this? Most of them may have let it go, but you know that we still have a real media hound looking for a story now and then. They are not meeting him, and there hasn't been any change. Just tell them to go to hell and be done with it."

"Oh, it wasn't the media."

"Great. Another demented fan, then?" He'd certainly seen more of them than he'd prefer.

"Maybe, but this one claims to be related to him."

"Oh joy. It looks like we have a real winner this time. Sometimes I think some of these people trying to meet Michael need to be here more than him."

"Yeah, I figured that it was something like that too, but then they told me their story. The one who called didn't want to meet him. He says that about seventeen years ago, he and his wife adopted a little girl. And that little girl was brought to the hospital by a sheriff from Haddonfield, just after Halloween. She's the one who wants to meet him."

"No. No, it couldn't be, could it?" Little Angel Myers, coming to see her brother after all of these years?

"I think they might be telling the truth, Doctor Loomis."

"This could be a great opportunity! You arranged a meeting, did you not?" This could be invaluable to my research! And to Michael.

"They'll be here in two weeks, Doctor Loomis."

"Brilliant! I mean it, if this turns out to be legitimate than you are definitely being credited in my work."

AN: This will be a multi-chapter fic (Kind of obvious, considering where it left off). I'm not sure exactly how long I intend to make it, but I'm hoping to make a story with Michael and Laurie that doesn't have them trying to kill one another, but that doesn't lose that sort of twisted feeling that the movies have. Basically, I'll try to keep Michael in character even given the circumstances.

Anyway, hope you enjoyed, and I'd love to hear from you.