Thank you all so much for reviewing my first installment of Bleed One Million Stories. Like I promised I am going to listen to your requests regarding stories, and I'm pretty sure there was a clear winner this time around. I'm sure by now you've read the title and can guess which storyline I chose to go with. I hope it satisfies your cravings. Stick around to the end of the story for a short A/N thank you session!

Brothers & Sisters

Tori & Simon

Has your heart ever completed the double beat-stop-die-wait-breathe-pause-double beat-start up again extravaganza? Normally I'm the girl who inflicts that hellish feeling on to someone else. It's a talent that I had perfected over my years of diva world conquest. Never, and I mean never, have I experienced the DBSDWBPDBSUA… until right at this moment. To be honest I thought that this was some huge joke that Simon had decided to play on me. Recently things had been going smoothly between the two of us, and that was mostly because Chloe and Derek were always sneaking off somewhere to suck face.

That left me and Simon to come up with ways to entertain ourselves. There had been days back a Lyle house where I would have been internally dying that I was alone with him. All I had ever wanted was for someone as cute as Simon to feel the same way I did. Those days were quickly replaced when I saw how incredibly irritating he could be. It was like listening to myself in boy form half the time, and lets face it…there is only one Tori Enright.

Simon and I had taken up our free time creating comic book adventures for his sketches. Those sessions had developed into ways I could destroy his wimpy heroes and turn them into kick ass witches. Soon we had developed a sarcastic exchange that often resulted in one of us trying to supremely out do the other.

I had to assume that this was Simon's way of trying to win the game for life. Why else would he tell me that he was my brother? It was one thing to knock me down a peg or two with verbal assaults on my looks; my family was another story.

My arms folded over my chest and I glared daggers at him. "That isn't funny Simon." Even though the statement sounded weak my tone was pretty fierce.

Simon's expression didn't waver. "I'm not lying to you Tori. I –" he ran his fingers though his hair. " I overheard my Dad talking to Lauren this morning…early…before we were even supposed to be up."

"Then what were you doing up? Hm? Isn't it a little convenient that you happen to wake up at this perfect time and overhear something so ridiculously insane?" I didn't care that I was screaming. I wanted to scare him. I wanted him to admit he had lost this battle.

I needed him to admit it.

Simon opened his mouth, let it hang there for a minute, and then snapped it shut.

"See! I knew it! You're a liar!" By this time my finger was pushing into the middle of his chest; hard.

He batted my hand away. "What the hell am I supposed to say to get you to believe me?" It was one of the few times that I had heard Simon yell. "Why would I come to you and say something that sounds too damn ridiculous even to me!" He hit his own chest.

By now my heart was breaking into a hundred pieces. Could it be true? Could the sorcerer four rooms over somehow be my Father?

"No!" I yelled again, still determined to keep some of my dignity. I wouldn't let Simon beat me at this. Then again I didn't really know what he was trying to beat me at.

"Fine! Then why don't you go ask him? You want to challenge me so much then why don't challenge the man that could clarify the truth for you?"

Something in the back of my head was pleading with me not to go. The voice kept saying things like: Come on Tori you know you should just go find Chloe. Don't do it Tori. Ignore Simon, Tori!

I stormed by him and marched out the door and into the hallway. I passed Lauren's room, and then passed the empty room that separated Mr. Bae's room from the one I shared with Chloe. I could hear Simon behind me, somehow keeping up even though I felt like I had just sprinted down the hall in less then two seconds. I could have knocked to make this display more polite, but that wasn't exactly my forte when it came to confrontation.

Mr. Bae was sitting on his bed looking over some papers. From what I could see it was the list of names I had given him the night we escaped from the Edison Group.

"Is it true?" I could have explained the entire story, but when Simon barged in behind me I was pretty sure Mr. Bae knew what I was talking about.

For a really long minute no one said a single word. I could count each exhale Simon let out, and Mr. Bae was busy stacking up the papers he had laid out on the bed in front of him. When I began shaking from the mixture of emotions, and when Mr. Bae finally seemed content on his paper stacking abilities, I watched him rise up from the bed and move to the desk across the room; the same desk he had been teaching me math at for three whole weeks.

"Yes."

And that was it. No heart felt look or sincere apology. He said yes and I felt my life dissolve right there in the room. Ok, maybe that is being a bit overdramatic, but I couldn't stand there and really believe that my dad, my REAL dad, would just stand there and admit it and then stare off into nothingness. It hurt. And so I did what I did best.

"How dare you!" I screamed, grabbing at my hair and pulling down on it. "How dare you stand there and say it's true and not look at me! Look at me!" I screamed again, this time as my hands went up to pull my hair Simon wrapped his fingers around my wrists and held me down.

That was all I needed.

I didn't feel the first sign of magic slip out of me until Simon was being launched across the room. He hit the wall and then groaned when he bounced onto the floor. I could feel Mr. Bae trying to bind me with his magic, but I whipped up my hand and somehow blocked it before he could complete the spell.

"Tori please…just sit down and I'll explain why I didn't say-"

"Why you didn't say what? That I was your daughter? For weeks I have been crying over the death of my mother, and all you worried about was teaching me idiotic math equations! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!" Sparks flew out of my fingertips.

He was approaching me before I could stop it, hands wrapping around my shoulders as he steadied me on my feet.

"Tori, I didn't even know about you until I started looking for Simon and Derek again. I didn't know, sweetheart!"

"Don't you dare sweetheart me! Don't touch me!" I yanked away from his grasp, but he held too tight.

Simon had run out into the hallway, probably to grab Lauren or Chloe to try and calm me down. It wouldn't have mattered. At this point I don't think anything could have changed the extreme agony my heart was enduring. Fancy that, huh? Tori Enright bitch extraordinaire, defeated by a man who simply told her he was her father. It sounded so lame.

"Tori please!" Mr. Bae pleaded; or well, my dad, pleaded.

I only glared.

"If I had known about you I would have done everything in my power to find you, to help you get out of that place. And when I did find out about you I was as much worried for you as I was for my sons. I – " He down, " I have wanted to tell you, to be there for you over these weeks…and I tried, honey, I tried to tell you but I didn't want it to come out wrong – to come out like this. Victoria you are my daughter and I want you to understand that I'm sorry I wasn't there to love you all those years you needed loving."

It was all I could take.

"Screw off."

I shoved his hands off of me; though I didn't really think he was holding on to tight. If he had really wanted me to stay he would have found a way to keep me there for as long as possible.

By the time I was storming out the door Simon was returning with Lauren and Chloe. I figured Derek wouldn't be far behind, and so as I pushed passed them all I merely glared and kept on walking until I reached the back of the motel.

No one followed me. I didn't really think anyone would.

I found a patch of grass, sat myself down, and cried.

I wasn't really sure how long I had been sitting in the same spot mulling over the truth of my paternity. It felt like hours but it could have been minutes. All I was certain of was that I had cried myself dry long ago. The spot behind the motel was pretty desolate. A few benches lined the small yard before the wooded area took over and engulfed the site. It wasn't exactly the most visually stimulating place to hang out so I wasn't worried about some stranger stumbling upon me.

Something along the edge of the woods caught my attention and for a second I was back on the run from the Edison group. As angry and hurt as I was I didn't want to be put in that situation again so I readied myself for a spell. When it turned out to be a rabbit, probably more startled then I was, I sighed out in relief and lowered my hand.

"Dangerous animals those rabbits. Should be careful."

I pressed my eyes shut. Not Simon. Not right now.

"Please go away Simon." I didn't dare turn my gaze up to meet his.

"Look its either me or my Dad –" he paused awkwardly, "so I figured I was the safer choice, ok."

For once I didn't want to argue with him so I let him sit beside me. The silence was overwhelming and uncomfortable.

"I'm not a child Simon. It's not like I have anywhere to run off to so you can just go back to them and tell them I'll come back when I'm –"

"I'm sorry you didn't know sooner."

The rest of my words hung on the tip of my tongue as I turned to look at him. He was sorry? What the hell did he have to be sorry for? It wasn't like he had been the one to keep this secret from me.

"I'm sorry I found out at all." It came out bitter and childish, but I didn't really care.

He shifted there beside me, sighed, and then pushed himself up from the ground. "Ok then…I just wanted to see – nevermind."

The voice inside my head was scolding me again. I really needed to stop hanging around Chloe. I never felt guilty about anything until her goody goody crap started rubbing off on me.

"Simon wait." I dropped my knees to the side and swiveled around so I could look at him. "I'm sorry. I don't mean to take anything out on you. I know this isn't your fault."

It seemed like that was enough for him to walk back and sit next to me again. The silence kicked in again. It was getting close to lunch time and my stomach growled loud enough to ward off a nearby sparrow.

"You should come inside. Get something to eat." He chimed in, breaking the symphony of my stomach pangs.

"Do you think he didn't want me?" I choked out, not even realizing that I had started crying again until the tears hit the palms of my hands. "Is that why he didn't tell me? Cause he didn't really want me?"

I didn't have to look at him to sense the awkwardness. "My Dad isn't like that Tori. He's a great Dad. If he had known about this before we were even taken into the Lyle house I'm sure we'd have come to get you."

"Then why did he wait until I confronted him? Is it that hard to love me?" I pulled my knees up to my chest and rested my forehead down. "My mother didn't want me…my father didn't want me and now…the only reason I'm here is because you guys got stuck with me. If Chloe didn't feel guilty all the time you and Derek would have let me fend for myself a long time ago."

I could feel him inch closer, and this time when he brushed up against me I didn't pull away. His hand rested down on my shoulder.

"I'm sorry it came out like this, Tori, and I'm sorry that you've had to deal with a lot of – well – your mother wasn't exactly a sane person, was she?" That worked a snort out of me. "And we might have wanted to hang you up by your hair all those times on the run, but now we have to stick together."

"Because you are stuck with me." I sniffed, fighting back more tears.

"No, because you're family and that's what families do. We stick together." He stifled a short laugh, "I'm not saying we're the most cookie cutter Brady Bunch sort of clan, no…somehow I can't imagine Derek giving you brotherly noogies after a family reunion…but we are family, Tori."

My face was blotchy and tear stained, I could feel it when I lifted my head from my knees and the cool breeze whipped across it. "This is weird." It was all I could get out, but it got Simon to grin broadly.

He shrugged, "Well we're a weird genetically modified family…what can I say."

Later on when I finally regained my logical thinking I knew I'd wonder what in the world possessed me in that moment, but right there in my illogical mind I leaned forward and hugged him. I hugged Simon Bae. Simon Bae; my brother. I think I had thrown him for a scare because his arms remained rigid at his sides for a solid ten seconds. I guess after he realized I wasn't going to be vaporizing him with some spell he wrapped his arms around my frame and hugged me back.

"I always wanted a sister." He snorted again, finally pulling away so we could look at each other.

"Yeah?" I wiped at my eyes which were still puffy and teary.

"Yeah," he proclaimed, "I mean now I can really annoy the hell out of you and it's totally legit. Every time you drive me crazy I can just promise to cast some awful spell on future boyfriends. I always needed someone to do my laundry too…Derek's great and all, but girls know how to separate whites and colors and junk. You could start cooking for me…" His eyes glazed over, "And when you have sleepovers you can invite over some of your hot friends that I can hit on…"

I shoved him in the arm though I couldn't suppress the smirk that had managed to slip onto my features.

"Come on," he pushed himself up again, this time holding out his hand to help me up from the ground. "Let's go get something to eat and then you can go yell at my Dad…our dad…ya know about keeping secrets and stuff. Then you can start pulling all that Daddy's little girl guilt trip stuff on him so he takes you on a shopping spree…"

Reaching up for his hand I smiled, wrapped my fingers through his, and then pulled incredibly hard. The jolt yanked me up to my feet but pulled Simon down to the ground causing him to get a face full of dirt.

"What the hell was that for?" He called after me; a smile on my own face as I walked back towards the motel.

"Just the beginning of the fifteen years of annoying sisterly conduct I have to make up for." His grumble reached my ears even as I approached the front of the motel, and as he jogged up beside me moments later I shoved him out of the way so I could enter our Dads room first. Maybe getting used to this would be easier then I expected.

I would really like to thank those who went out of their way to leave a review for me! MelKitty, you were the very first review! Thanks! Thanks to Jamie Kay Huntt, MorbidMandy, not-so-innocent011 and Emmoria for giving my ego a boost to write another story in such a speedy manner! To Anastasia815, I think I'm definitely sensing a Chloe gets jealous of Derek/new girl fic. GREAT idea! Darker.., Ranger's Only Girl, vampiremom1221, burning.. and emotionless-robot, you all gave me stellar ideas for this Tori/Simon story, and I can't wait to continue.

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