A/N: I just started writing randomly and this is what became of it. Hope you enjoy. I would love reviews, they keep me writing.

A knock on her bedroom door brought Haylies attention from her current game of Halo.

"Yeah"

Her mom, Karen, walked in the room with an expression that Haylie didn't like. She knew something was wrong and last time her mom looked like this is when her dad died two years ago.

"Sweetheart I need to talk to you"

"What about?"

"Turn off the game and come sit over here on the bed."

Haylie switched off her X-Box and sat beside her mom on her bed, Karne put her arm around Haylie.

"Honey I know you know you're adopted. And we met your biological mother when you were seven, do you remember?"

"Yeah, vagly. It's been about ten years now."

"Yes, but I just got a call a few minutes ago. She died lastnight sweetheart."

Even though she had only met her real mom once, Haylie still felt a connection. Tears pricked at her eyes, but she blinked them back.

"Her funeral is in two days in Chicago. Do you want to go?"

"Um, yeah sure."

"Ok I'll make the travel plans for you."

"Arent you comming with me?"

"Not unless you want me to, I was going to let you go alone."

"Ok that's fine."

Karen walked from the room leaving Haylie alone. She sat back down on the floor and turned her X-Box back on, but she didn't put much thought into it like she usualy did, her mind was on her mom and her up comming trip.

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The plane touched down in the Chicago O'Hare International Airport around seven in the evening. Stepping off the plane she already felt the chill in the air, something she's not used to back in South Carolina.

Walking down the terminal Haylie carried her messenger bag on her shoulder and took in all the action around her.

Finally making it to her flights baggage claime carosel she quickly located her luggage, one plum colored suitcase and her black dufflebag. Before she could fight her way out of the crowd a hand landed on her shoulder. Turning around she came face to face with a guy around his late twentys, shaved head and really green eyes

"Haylie Carmen?"

He asked, apparently this was the guy who was supposed to meet her.

"Yes?"

" Hi I'm Michael Scofeild I will be your chauffeur this evening."

He said laughing slightly making Haylie smile

"Here let me help you with that."

He took her dufflebag slinging it over his own shoulder

"Thanks"

"Shall we?"

He motioned to the front door of the airport.

Haylie walked alongside him out to the front curb to a waiting taxi. She crawled in the backseat followed by Michael who gave the taxie driver an address.

"You are an excellent chauffeur Mr. Scofeild."

He sensed her sarcasm, but it reminded him of himself at that age.

"Please call me Michael, or Mike, whichever you prefer."

"Ok, so...where are we going?"

"My house, that's where you'll stay during your visit."

"Your house? Sir I don't want to impose on you."

"Your not imposing Haylie...did your mom tell you anything before you left?"

"Like what?"

"That I'm your brother?"

There was stunned moment of silence in the back seat of the cab.