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Elliot knew the instant he walked into his apartment that someone was there that shouldn't be. Creeping down his hallway slowly and carefully, Elliot pulled the knife from his boot, seeing just the outline of the intruder in the dim light, sweeping up behind them he had the knife to their throat and was holding them flush against him. One twitch and the neck would be severed.

The intruder froze and took a deep breath.

"Now give me one good reason why I shouldn't slit your throat where you stand?" Elliot growled in their ear.

"Roan, you wouldn't want to kill your own sister would you?" came the curt reply.

Elliot didn't let go of her right away as she had expected.

"Depends on if my sister is here to kill me, then I'm gonna have to kill her first." Elliot replied his voice as cold as the steel against her throat.

"If I was you wouldn't have gotten the drop on me." Hazel bit out from between clenched teeth.

Elliot paused, that was true, if she was there to kill him she wouldn't have made it so easy to catch her.

"So if you aren't here to kill me, then why are you here and how did you find me?" Elliot asked still holding the blade to her throat.

"Come on, give me some credit. Your lease is under 'Roan'. It wasn't hard if you knew where to look. And I'm here because I guess I wanted to see how you were. You know pretend for a night that we a normal brother and sister." Hazel replied softly.

Elliot slowly released her, pushing her away and pocketing the knife.

"Alright, so want a beer?"

Hazel shrugged, Elliot took that for a yes and grabbed two from the fridge, popping the tops and handing her one. Hazel took a long swig before stating.

"Mom died."

Elliot took a swig of beer himself.

"Yeah? Dad finally do her in?" Elliot asked calmly, he had long ago come to terms with their mother dying before them.

Hazel just shook her head.

"Then who?"

"Cancer. She was sick for the last few years. She asked about you, I told her you were training horses. She nodded and said 'Good'"

Elliot smiled; his mother always wanted him to pursue a life with horses. Making his way to the couch and propping his feet up on the battered coffee table, he motioned for Hazel to join him. She sat on the far side.

"This isn't awkward at all; can we just skip the sibling bonding and fight already?" Hazel asked not meeting Elliot's eyes.

Elliot put his beer down and got to his feet.

"If that's what you really want. We can."