"What is it you want to tell me?" I heard Tori ask. We were in some hotel and it had only been a few weeks since we'd escaped from the Edison Group. We were still altogether, our group of supernaturals... and my aunt.
"Come outside?" This came from Kit.
I looked away from the television and saw Tori sitting on her bed with a magazine in her hands. Kit was at the door, trying to get her out. What was so important that he couldn't say in front of me? Was something up and he didn't trust me to know?
"What's this about, Kit?" Tori asked, placing her magazine down on the bed and sitting up.
"I need to talk to you about something. You and Simon."
Oh. I knew what this was about. This was about the whole brother-sister thing between Simon and Tori. It was about time that they knew, seeing as how Kit was her father. She needed to know. Her mother had been killed, and Tori had seen it happen. She'd also been forced to leave all her life behind. The man she believed was her dad and her sister. She'd also left her friends. She needed to know that she had some family, even if it was Simon and Kit. Derek, too, I guess.
Tori looked at him for a few seconds as if she'd misheard. Then she looked scared. "Look, I know it was stupid. It was his idea-"
"What?" Kit asked. Clearly, Tori had no idea where this was going. Neither did I, for that matter.
"Wait, what are we talking about?"
"What were you saying?" Kit asked. I laughed quietly to myself. The look on her face was absolutely hilarious.
"Nothing. I wasn't talking about anything," she said. She got up quickly and went to the door. When he started to leave, Tori looked back at me and asked, "Could you come? I don't know what this is about, Chloe. If it's about what happened-"
I put up a hand quickly, stopping her. "I don't want to know what you did. This seems important to him, Tori. I don't think I should interfere with this."
"Please? For me?" She was begging. Oh, my God.
"Okay. If he doesn't mind."
We walked outside and followed Kit down to the main floor where Simon stood leaning against the wall, his hands in his pockets. When he saw us coming he smiled. He waved at me and turned to look at Tori, his gaze staying there for just a second too long. That second, though, made me think, What the heck?
Kit started talking before I could say anything. "Simon, Tori, what I'm about to tell you is really..." He stopped looking for the right word. "Serious. It's complicated and you might be upset by this, and I'm sorry for that, but you need to know. It's about time."
Simon looked at his father intently. Tori looked confused. He continued anyway.
"Things used to be complicated. I made some... bad choices a while back and... " He started mumbling some things, some things too quiet for us to hear. He went on like that for a minute or two.
"We can't hear you," Tori said. "What did you say?"
He looked at her with a weird look in his eyes. He looked sad. "I said, I'm you're father, Tori."
I looked at her quickly to see her reaction. She was narrowing her eyes at him. I looked at Simon. His eyes were wide, his mouth open just a little bit. A look of shock.
"What are you talking about?" Tori asked. Her hands came up and she folded them across her chest. "You're not my dad. My dad's back at home, waiting for me." Her voice sounded panicked. Apparently she hadn't noticed what this meant about Simon yet.
Kit turned to look at him. He made a small smile. "What do you have to say about this?"
Simon hadn't moved at all. He blinked at his father, then slowly looked at Tori. He cleared his throat. In a small voice, he said, "Are you saying that me and Tori are-"
"What the fuck!" Tori shouted. I jumped. "Me and Simon are brother and sister? Are you kidding me?"
"Look, I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner. I was waiting for the right time, but I don't think there's a right time for things like this and-" He stopped and walked over to Tori. "I'm sorry, okay?"
"Don't. Don't say you're sorry. If you were sorry you would... I don't know. You're making this up. Just- stop. Shut up." She started backing away from him, looked at Simon and ran.
"That didn't go as well as you must have planned, hmm, Dad?" Simon asked dryly. He was looking at the direction she'd run to, and he looked as if he might follow. "You'd better not be making this up."
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I'm sorry, okay?"
He looked at his dad for a few moments, then nodded. He nodded again and went to his room. Kit turned to me. "That didn't go too well," he said.
