Chp 2

"Yo, Doyle!" I shout into the living room, turning off the t.v. again, "This one's for you."

At first, he looks our way extremely annoyed, but then he catches sight of Felicity, and he grows a slick smirk on his features. He stands up and moseys up to her, keeping a cool composure.

"So, you're lookin' for me?" he asks raising a brow, leaning down to look her in the eyes.

"Yeah, I am," Felicity answers, a stern expression never leaving her face, "You are Doyle Blackwell, right?"

"That's what people call me," Doyle says, winking at her. The wink seemed to pull her out of her serious composure, making her face go as red as her hair. Whether it was from embarrassment or anger, I had no idea, but it was pretty funny. I had to let out a chuckle, and luckily nobody heard me.

"Wait a second, are you planning on trying to flirt with me?!" she gags, pointing at him in complete disgust.

"Is that a problem, sweetheart?" Doyle teased. Yeah, actually, this was getting kind of gross.

"Um, actually a pretty big one," Felicity snarled, "I guess you don't see the family resemblance."

Wait.

Doyle was put back by that comment, and stopped trying to look cool. He blinked a few times, straightened up, and started scratching the back of his head.

"What?" he gasped out after several moments.

"Oh, come on. Did you even notice the red hair and pointed nose? What about the pale skin and sharp jawline? Don't you ever look at yourself once in a while? Do you even remember mom?" each question she spurt out was like a gunfire, quick and painful. For Doyle, at least.

"What...what was your name again?" he asked.

"Felicity Anne Carver. I'm from a small town in Texas, the same one where you met mom," she answered, her face gaining its normal coloring.

"Carver...Carver...Texas...Moxie?" Doyle's dark eyes opened up. Felicity solemnly nodded.

"Moxie Carver, from Shottsburg. That was during the mining gig with the Comanche stones. You know, while I was still with Van Rook. Damn, how long ago was that?"

"18 years ago. Plus a few months," Felicity spoke up, snapping Doyle out of his reminiscing, "Mom loved you, you know. Then she hated you, for just leaving like that. Then she ha-holy mother of all that is gracious what is that?"

Felicity's sob-story was interrupted by Fisk walking into the room. They both froze looking at each other, trying to decipher if they were friend or foe.

Fisk babbled something to me, and I spoke to Felicity, reminding both her and Doyle that I had witnessed their meeting, "Felicity, meet the great and lovable Fiskerton Phantom. We call him Fisk, and he's my brother. Adopted, obviously."

"Hah-too!" Fisk waved in a friendly manner. Felicity waved back, timidly, still unsure of what to make of Fisk.

"And what about you? Are you one of his kids too?" she asked me.

"No, no. I'm his nephew."

"Well it's wonderful to meet you, cuz," Felicity greeted me again, a big smile gracing her face.

"Well, Felicity, I think it would be best if we discuss matters somewhere else. Alone. We have a lot to talk about," Doyle suggested, placing a hand on her shoulder, which she shrugged off.

"I'm sorry, but I am not about to let you treat me like your child, when all my life you've never been my father," Felicity snapped, face going back into that icy stare, "But I do agree with your reasoning. Please, lead the way, Doyle."

They then left the room, to go someplace in our house to discuss their situation and what not. That's when I decided to go inform my parents.

"So…"my mom starts off, as I saunter into the lab, "did you find out who that girl was?"

"Yep."

"Was she just messing around?"

"Nope, she was all business."

"And what does that mean?" Mom and Dad turned to me, looking me dead in the face, telling me that beating around the bush was not an option right now.

"Oh, nothing. Anyways Doyle has an 18 year old daughter," I state as straight-faced as I could. Mom almost fell over in her chair.

"What?!"

"That girl outside? She was looking for Doyle. He went on this mission with Van Rook about 18 years ago, got some lady pregnant, and now that kid is here somewhere in the house, talking to Doyle."

Mom and Dad were nearly frozen to their spots, until we all had the same thoughts and dashed to the security room, to try and find Doyle and Felicity.