Chapter two

Pleasantly enough, little Becky reacted quite well to finding out that she had a father who was a murderer/terrorist. Not to mention the fact that said father had killed her mum. She was delightfully sadistic for her age, and she took to the two of them quite fast. Part of that may or may not have been due to Jim's promise to arrange for her old school to be destroyed.

Within an hour, everything had been arranged and they were on their way back to England. Becky didn't seem scared at all by the men taking her away, going as far as to throw a constant influx of questions at them. Under any other circumstance, he would have killed someone for that. But with it being her, and his already growing fondness for the brat, he decided to be lenient. The greatest annoyance about her was the fact that she didn't quite grasp that he would have plans for her future. She was more interested in asking about types of bombs and guns, and demanding to be taught how to use both. In some ways, it was hard to believe that she was only ten. He didn't think most children her age were like this; but considering who her father was, it shouldn't be too surprising.

"Can I call you Daddy? I've always wanted to call someone Daddy." He blinks at the randomness of her question, quickly shaking his head.

"No, darling. You really shouldn't call me that." He grimaces lightly, "Anything but that, really." Reaching out to ruffle her hair, he chuckles in commiseration at the uncomfortable look on Sebastian's face. "We're going to be in flight for at least another hour. Do you think you can sleep?"

She shakes her head vigorously, "I have so much to ask you about, Dad!" He raises an eyebrow at her, which she takes as an invitation to continue. "Like why you didn't come for me until now, and why you killed Mum, and why the stewardess keeps glaring at Seb?" She finishes her words with a great big gasp for air, looking expectantly up at him.

Jim rolls his eyes at her exuberance and sits back in his chair with a long exhale. "Because that nasty woman kept you a secret, see previous answer. Because she was trying to chat me up earlier, and Sebby threatened to get her in trouble with her boss for it." Widening his eyes in a convincingly honest look, he peers over at Sebastian to smirk at him. "Darling, your father needs to get some sleep now. So why don't you get to know Sebby better while I take a nap?" Without waiting for a reply or acknowledging Sebastian's glare, he leans back in his rather comfortable chair and closes his eyes. Successfully blocking out all sound, he drops right off to sleep.

The next thing Jim hears is the dreadful tinny sound of a voice over the speakers that's alerting passengers to their arrival at Heathrow. He also notices that he's being incessantly poked in the shoulder by a rather small set of fingers. Right, Becky. He groans internally as he sits up and looks over at her. "Yes, darling?"

"Seb said I could wake you up now. We're here!" She's still grinning, which makes him feel a bit like screaming. Something that he ignores. As much as he enjoys freaking people out, now is really not the time.

"I can see that." He stretches out awkwardly and yawns. He really needs to work on his sleeping habits, they've gotten terrible these days. He looks back at her and blinks. "Yes, darling? Can I help you with something?" This just makes her giggle and shake her head, which he ignores.

"Sebby? Did you call Trev about the car? I'm not in the mood for a cab today."

Sebastian nods at him with a tight smile. "Yeah, don't worry about it, Boss. I took care of everything." He closes his eyes with a sigh of relief now that Becky seems to be finally quieting down.

She's silent for quite a while after that, seemingly too absorbed in the sights to do much talking. It isn't until much later, when they're in the car and her nose is pressed up against the window that she speaks again. Her voice is softer now, more reserved. "You can afford to have me, right? I mean, Mum always complained about how expensive I was. And that she never had enough money because of how much money it cost to keep me." She looks sad for a moment, looking down at her hands. "I don't miss her or anything, not right now. But, you're not going to be like her, are you?"

Rolling his eyes at the reference to Becky's mother. "Don't worry about that, darling. Do I look like I'm short on money? You'll be taken care of just fine for the rest of your life. As long as you listen to Sebby and I that is, and learn all the things we have to teach you. Agreed?" Her face brightens and she nods vigorously.

"Yes, yes of course! Whatever you say, Dad!" Smiling again, she turns back to her observation of the scenery.