Brennan wasn't happy. She'd had to take off work because Sebastian had insisted she do so. He didn't tell her why, but he seemed more pleased with himself than normal when he had told her to take off. Having a vampire ancestor was something like having the Godfather for a relative - when he told you something, you simply couldn't refuse his requests. Jackie wasn't happy when she had asked for a week, but considering her service record, he didn't complain too much. She had been working at the diner for a little over ten years off and on rain, shine, and snow. Besides, he readily agreed for the break when she threatened to just quit and come back later. The diner was perpetually short handed because for some reason, people didn't like dressing up like a pirate year round.

She packed an overnight bag for Sebastian's since most - well, all - of her decent clothes were at Sebastian's. She wasn't sure whether to be ashamed or glad that the clothes that Myrddin had chosen a decade earlier still fit or not. They still looked brand new too. Her own clothes.. well, let's just say they made good pirate gear. She decided to take the subway to the stop near Sebastian's, then walk. She didn't like the smell of it in the tin can, but it was faster than walking the entire way. Nor did she she think that Sebastian would appreciate being made to wait when he was expecting her. As much as she liked to annoy him with little things, even she knew when to draw the line.

An hour later, she walked in the door with her key, closed and locked it behind herself. She was pleased that he hadn't changed the locks on her yet. Even after ten years of knowing him, she still expected him to do it when she really should know better. She didn't bother going to their living room until she changed into some of her good clothes and got a quick shower. Riding on the subway always made her feel nasty - like she was a canned anchovy waiting to be eaten. Maybe that was because there were always people nearby that could touch her and blame it on the car being cramped.

When she had taken a quick shower, dried off and dressed in that lovely bright orange number Myrddin had gotten, she walked up to the living room to see Sebastian with Myrddin sacked out on top of him. At least they were dressed this time around. She listened in on their conversation for a moment before tuning them out and heading to the kitchenette. Maybe there's some of that pizza left. she thought to herself absently. "'Lo guys. Anything interesting on the tube?" she asked as she opened the fridge. Yep, there still was some pizza still left from a couple days ago - why wasn't she surprised? Rolling her eyes, she brought it out and stuck it on a plate to nuke it in the microwave.

"No, not really." Sebastian said in a lazy tone.

Oh, I know what that means.. Brennan thought to herself with a grin. Thank you Myrddin! She didn't say anything more until the microwave beeped announcing her pizza reheated.

"You know that has been in there for a few days, right?" Myrddin said suddenly. She forgot that anything that was cooked in the kitchenette could smell up the entire room. Oh well.

"It's still eatable." she replied back calmly, taking a bite of it.

"Edible." Sebastian corrected.

"Right, that." Brennan said with a shrug and roll of her eyes. She said that after she had swallowed, of course. "So, what's up that you wanted to see me?" She stayed in the kitchen standing at the counter as she spoke. She hated the bar stools, they always made her feel short... which of course, she reminded herself, she was. She pulled a strand of her black hair out of her eyes and behind her ear. She had let her hair grow out since meeting Sebastian and it was down to mid-back after a decade. She blamed it on lack of nutrition how slowly her hair grew. But she honestly didn't mind it. At least she looked halfway feminine now.

"Well, I found some interesting things going through my genealogy documents. Come over here and see for yourself." Sebastian replied lazily, beckoning her with one hand. She put down her pizza after another quick bite and walked over, wiping her hands on her pants. Swallowing, she eyed the papers spread on the table, then looked over at Sebastian.

"Just what exactly am I looking for here?" She got a small worrisome pit in the bottom of her stomach. His voice was so calm, it was hard to tell if it was good or bad news. She just really hoped he hadn't made a mistake when he told her she was his. She had grown rather fond of them both and considered them family after this length of time.

"Take a closer look." He nodded at her and she frowned, but kneeled at the tableside and peered at the papers.

"Uh, birth certificates? Mine.. and..." She paused, the lump traveling from her stomach to her throat. The name was feminine, Emily Ann Baxter. "My.. mother's?" There wasn't a reply from Sebastian, and she looked at the next documents, not daring to touch them. "Death certificates and obits. My mother's and..." She was going to say father's, but the next name caught her eye. She reached out and touched this one. "Mine. I have a death certificate." She laughed in her strange wheeze-laugh as she picked it up, looking at the date. "I always said I'd die before I was 18, Sebastian. According to this, I did." She grinned and looked over her shoulder at him. He wasn't smiling and she returned her gaze to the table. "So how'd I die?"

"I haven't quite figured that one out myself. But apparently, your foster parents reported you missing after you quit going to school, and the police closed out your case when they found a disfigured body they couldn't ID and your foster parents claimed it was you." Sebastian sighed. "I'm going to have to get the officials to rescind this death certificate."

She winced, whispering. "Poor kid. I wonder who she was..." She paused as it hit her what he was going to have to do. "Oh, that's going to be nasty. How'd you figure out my identity. Where I've been working, living, all that. I'm off the books, so it isn't like they can verify any of it. Even the police records were cleared out at 18." She put the death certificate back on the table and turned around to look at the two men. "This can't be all you wanted to see me about."

"As I was going through this, I found that a few from that branch were still living. I've booked tickets to travel to see them, and you're coming with me." There was no question of it, the decision had been made for her. But she didn't have to be happy about it.

"These are the people that ignored my mom because of the guy she fell in love with and married?" Brennan asked him directly, looking him in the eyes. He frowned, but nodded. Don't like the way I worded it, Sebastian? Tough. It's the truth. she thought to herself. She nodded back.

"S'what I thought." She stood calmly before adding. "But Sebastian, let's make it clear before I go. I consider you and Myrddin my only family." She walked back to the counter and continued to eat her pizza.

"You know that isn't true. You have cousins and distant cousins that you don't even know about." Sebastian said bluntly.

She took a last bite of pizza, chewed, and swallowed. She was putting it clear in her mind before speaking. "You have a point. But you guys are some of the very few I trust. Families should have trust in each other, and that makes you my family. We may have the same blood, but they are not family."

"Family is family whether you want them to be or not." Sebastian returned evenly. "They'll always be there, whether you want them or not."

Quin's eye twitched. That was the wrong thing to say, Sebastian. Instead of screaming at him like she wanted to, she returned just as coldly. "Does that mean that it's okay to abandon them when they need you most just because it's convenient?"

"Does it mean that it's okay to attempt to rob them?" Sebastian flung back flippantly.

"That's not fair. I didn't know you at the time, Sebastian. How was I supposed to know? Unlike you, I do not have an innate sense for smelling out family blood. I was alone and looking out for myself. You wouldn't have missed what little I was going to take at the time, anyway." She shrugged and headed back into the living room, flopping into a chair and crossing her legs and arms. This was going to get messy if they hashed it any more. Topic switch! "What day are we leaving? For the reunion."

He eyed her. That was a quick topic switch, but at least it was still on cue with his goal. "Tomorrow morning, in fact." Her eyes widened, but she said nothing and shrugged.

"Going to be for the full week?" She asked finally. She cut her eyes at him, and he smirked and nodded. "Wonderful. Thanks for the notice." She said sarcastically, then sighed and uncrossed her legs and stood. "Guess I need to go pack and get to bed. What time are we leaving?"

"Early." He replied. At least she wasn't throwing a conniption. She shrugged as she walked off.

"G'night then. See you tomorrow, bright and early." She raised her hand in a wave as she disappeared down the stairs to her room.