-This series has been discontinued, BUT- please go to my profile for more info.-

My writing is a little bland and rusty from constantly writing terrible essays for school, but I hope it gets better!

Summary: They were opposites in almost every way. Almost. Saving the world can wait while these two figure out how to deal with each other! Sibling love...or is it tolerance?

There was the sound of knuckles rapping on the front door as a man set his daughter in the chair and left to answer it. The daughter whined but went back to the book, covered with scribble that she couldn't decipher. The man opened the front door to find his drenched companion.

"Hello there Haytham," the visitor smiled miserably.

"Charles, come in," Haytham ushered the soaked visitor out of the rain and into his warm home. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"We need to speak. There is a matter of importance about Ziio, the native woman you used to-"

"Yes, yes, what is there to discuss? I am attempting to spend some time with Miak."

"Oh, Miak is awake? Where is the little doll?" Charles rubbed his hands together and followed Haytham into the living room. A small girl of three years sat in the arm chair, a look of frustration masked her features as she struggled hopelessly with the unreadable book. She harrumphed and tossed the book to the side.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't little Miak!" Charles set his coat aside and scooped the giggling infant into his arms.

"Oh Miak, don't do that! That's not very lady like," Haytham scolded her when she pulled harshly on Charles' beard. The other man laughed heartily and ducked back when she went in a second time.

"She is very strong and curious. I wonder where she gets it from…" he smirked at Haytham.

"I only wonder what it is you wonder about, since I am the only parent here."

"Perhaps it is because you still refuse to tell me or anyone who her real mother is," Charles replied, slightly agitated.

"Not so loud," Haytham whispered, "she still does not know. Here, let me see her."

"I thought you were going to tell her when she came of understanding age," the man frowned and handed over the still squirming, but quite child.

"In my opinion, that could be until she is my age, but I would not hide it that long. Perhaps I shall let her know soon, shouldn't I my little Miak," Haytham cooed and kissed the girls forehead. Miak hid her face and yawned into his shoulder.

"Let me put her to bed, then we shall talk." Haytham strayed towards the bedroom and place the small body under the covers. When he was sure Charles was not eavesdropping, he bent down towards the dark haired girl. She glanced up at him sleepily with native brown eyes. He stroked her hair and she slowly gave into sleep.

"Don't worry, Miakoda. I will protect you for as long as I live," he whispered into her hair, "And never will I allow harm to come to you. Maybe someday, you may visit your mother, Ziio…"

Sorry about the spell check! It's Ziio, my bad :/