An hour after the meeting with Mrs Jones, Alex sat on a bench in the park, watching his clouds of breath in the frosty air. He was still in shock. He couldn't get his head around the idea that he wasn't alone anymore, he had a sister, somewhere, and she was living and breathing and alive. Alex smiled at this thought, she was the only person he knew that didn't need to watch their back every second of the day.
He could go find her if he wished, Mrs Jones had given him her file. Alex thought about what their reunion would be like. Both of them would have tears streaming down their faces, they would embrace each other in a bone-crushing hug, they would always love and protect each other until the very end. But, how would he approach her? He couldn't just spring out of the blue and go 'Hey sis how are you?' She'd would think he is crazy.
After half-an-hour of pondering these thoughts, Yassen pulled up in his BMW, looking relieved, and Alex hopped into the warmth.
"No mission then?" Yassen grinned,
"No mission, but there is something." Alex froze up, unsure of how to tell Yassen about the situation.
"What is it?" Yassen's grin fell with worry.
"Just, read his file when we get home."
A little while later, Yassen was curled up on their leather sofa in front of the television, analysing the file carefully. He was frowning, his forehead crumpled and his eyebrows were arched. Alex was watching him.
"I don't get it," Yassen finally sighed, "How did MI6 just find this? Also, how did I not find this?"
"Don't ask me. Just tell me what to do."
He looked up at Alex, his eyebrow raised.
"It's not my decision Alexander, do you want to find her?"
Alex didn't need to think much, he already had an answer.
"Of course," he responded, "She's my sister."
After dinner, Alex reread the file in his room.
Keren Rider
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Place of residence: 15 Lander Road, Montgomery, Alabama, United States
Education: Arsem High
Mother: Helen Rider
Father: John Rider
Sibling(s): Alexander Rider
Underneath the information there was a picture. She had the same blonde hair and brown eyes as Alex, but her features were softer, and she had a mischievous glint in her eyes, which was a feature Alex had lost long ago. Keren, Alex had temporarily fallen in love with that name, was sitting on top of a car bonnet, and was leaning forward with her elbows on her knees- she was grinning into the camera as fireworks exploded into stars of colour. The colours reflected onto her skin, and it was like Picasso had painted her himself.
Alex closed the file and flopped onto his bed, Yassen came in to kiss him goodnight, and Alex dozed off, reminding himself to book plane tickets tomorrow.
AN: Thank you to the people who have decided to read my badly written fanfic, I am welcoming some constructive criticism so they won't be badly written anymore- and you won't have to suffer.
Thanks- Author.