Disclaimer: I would NEVER own the characters of Sly Cooper. I don't own anyone in this fanfic since they all belong to Sanzaru game companies.
I don't even own Sly's father who is rumoured to be named Connor so I'll just go by that name for Sly's dad to make this a good fanfic.
Hope you enjoy it.
Sly and the Cooper Legacy.
It was midnight and the Prism that was stolen mere hours beforehand was locked up safe and sound within the Cooper's hideout. Rose was currently sleeping the night away on the floor as a lot was taken out of her, Sly was nowhere to be seen and Connor was busy talking to his team back at his base.
Connor sighed once more as he was getting increasingly frustrated with one of his friend's on the other line of an invention this friend made earlier that year as his paced in consistent circles in the underground hideaway.
"C'mon, Dr M. Surely there must be something you could do with the pieces of scrap we recovered from the crash site!" Connor exclaimed but being quiet as to not awake his sleeping wife who curled up in a blanket on the floor.
"Sorry, Connor. I am afraid that even with mine and McSweeny's expertise that we cannot help you." The person said on the other line sighed as he too was frustrated that he couldn't help the Raccoon. Connor had been asking about his monkey friend fixing Sly's motive of transport but, due to unexpected delays, Dr M declared it impossible therefore causing this small argument.
"Maxwell, pal," Connor tried, using the monkey's real name as he tried to be soothing towards the Monkey but Dr M would have none of it as he snarled bitterly "Don't you dare try and make me feel better as you know perfectly well that I need no sympathy from you!"
The Raccoon rubbed his temples as he tried to ease his increasing aches of having to explain this multiple times. The baboon was outraged and hurt since Connor insisted that he went out on this trip alone as he wanted to collect a little treasure from his ancestor's tomb to help his family along with finance and to find a home so he could raise his incoming family.
"Please understand that I would've taken you and McSweeny with me. I just didn't wanna risk my best friends, Max. You understand right?" Connor tried again as he wanted his partner to calm down but Dr M just sighed and said nothing as the line went dead from lack of connection. The older Raccoon sighed as he hung his head in guilt.
He never meant for his friends to suffer without him and to be shattered as they stayed behind in France. McSweeny, the brawn and bravest of his team, was more than accepting to stay behind even if he was a little sad. Connor promised to make it up to him by giving him the position as the godfather of his unborn child which made the Walrus quickly butter up as Connor recalled the big grin he received moments before getting a bone-crushing hug.
Dr M was a tougher guy to handle as he was defiant on staying behind and wanted to come along too. Connor insisted his team's technician stayed behind too to keep a sharp eye on Rose when she needed help and to make things fair on McSweeny. Of course; the baboon instantly exploded from rage as he chewed him out like he was a chew toy that belonged to a teething puppy. Connor promised to make it up to Dr M too but he didn't know how to do that yet.
As the red-wearing Raccoon snapped back into reality, he realised that one of his team members was missing and he asked out loud "Sly?" His voice echoed a bit inside the small triangular hideout with red bricks and dark orange sand. Connor had a small hunch as he guessed where the younger Raccoon was and tip-toed towards the door (being careful not to awake his wife) and climbed up the stairs that led to a giant pyramid outside where the night air greeted him with this soothing coolness.
Connor didn't need to be a genius as he climbed up the Pyrimid with his fast fingers grappling each slightly loose brick of the architecture and he eventually reached the top where he saw Sly looking rather distant while doing the pose of a ninja spire jump as he carefully crouched down with his cane laying over his shoulder. Connor managed to settle himself next to Sly and asked him while looking at the moon along with the blue-wearing Raccoon "You okay, kid?"
Sly gave a soft grunt to confirm that he wasn't hurt during the run he had near the end of the heist but he looked down at his bad leg "I think I made my recovery longer, though."
The older Raccoon tilted his teal cap forwards as he sat alongside Sly with an interested yet knowing frown "Yeah. But you're troubled about something."
Sly hung his head and sighed regrettably with his ears dropping flat against his head "Yes, I'm sad..." He reluctantly admitted "Ever since the heist earlier I couldn't get my mind off my..." Sly trailed off as he squeezed his eyes shut with tears tickling the back of his eyes as they threatened to fall and expose his weakness.
Sly wasn't the one to cry often but even with his family's hunter at large again, he couldn't help but latch on to that one memory he wished to forget every day. Luckily, Connor managed to understand as he guessed but he hoped he was wrong "Lemme guess, you're parents are..." He gulped as he couldn't say the word. Sly managed to nod as he choked upon his disgustingly salty tears.
Connor could tell that whatever Sly was about to say next, it would end with floodgates reopening as the young Raccoon's bottled up emotions were about to shine. Sly used his sleeve to wipe away the tears that weren't there as he spoke with a weak, broken voice "When I was eight, my home was ransacked and my parents were slaughtered. I was about to inherit the Thevieus Raccoonus but a bunch of bandits who named themselves 'The Fiendish five' stole my childhood and murdered my parents..." Sly clearly couldn't hold himself together anymore as he rested both hands upon his lap, his palms open, and he threw his head against them as he began to sob quietly so nobody could hear him. But Connor knew he was crying.
"Um..." Connor began as he tried to sound comforting but really sounded awkward and rather uncomfortable "here now, Sly. I bet you're parents are smiling down at ya from heaven right now."
No matter how nice that sounded, Connor frowned deeper as he saw Sly's shoulders tense up in upset. The older Raccoon could clearly see that Sly didn't cry often as tears clear tears spilled down from his face as he buried his head in his lap. Not wanting to be seen as a heartless jerk, Connor ran his hand up and down Sly's back to try and comfort him. He remembered how this motion calmed him down whenever Rose stroked him like this whenever he had nightmares.
"You wanna know what makes me feel better, junior?" Connor asked as he managed to calm Sly down somewhat to a point of him sitting up but he still seemed heart broken over the loss of his parents. Even though Sly was depressed; He still raised both brows in interest of what the older Raccoon was about to do.
Connor pulled out a acoustic guitar from behind his back and rested the instrument's body against his lap as he held the neck in one of his gloved hands and he began to softly pluck the strings as it began to play a soft melody that suited well to both the circumstances and the moonlit atmosphere around them as the wind blew against both their faces. It wasn't until 30 seconds into the soothing melodies that Connor opened his mouth and softly sang to the lyrics he was playing the song with.
"Well, I know the feeling
Of finding yourself stuck out on the ledge
And there ain't no healing
From cutting yourself with the jagged edge.
I'm telling you that, it's never that bad
Take it from someone who's been where you're at.
Laid out on the floor
And you're not sure you can take this anymore."
Connor's voice sounded like one an undiscovered pop star would have and he played so expertly on his guitar that he played against the moonlight. Sly looked down at his soaking wet lap in deep thought. This song captured his spirit perfectly but he found himself thinking about Carmelita and how she was doing and if she loved him at all? He felt torn between a life on the run with his dad or to come back to his family. His heart was utterly torn about this but he knew he didn't have to worry about his life right now unless the time paradox was corrected somehow and the time mess was sorted out.
The older Raccoon playfully nudged Sly in the side and urged "C'mon, here comes the chorus!"
Sly rolled his eyes as he smiled a little at his father's eccentric behavior. While the young Raccoon bandit wasn't much into singing, he was willing to make his dad happy and sang alongside his father as they both stared directly towards the moon.
"So just give it one more try to a lullaby,
And turn this up on the radio.
If you can hear me now
I'm reaching out
To let you know that you're not alone.
And if you can't tell, I'm scared as hell
'Cause I can't get you on the telephone.
So just close your eyes
Oh, honey here comes a lullaby
Your very own lullaby."
The two Raccoon's sang this song as it made the both of them feel better somehow. Sly had to admit that while he was singing, he did find that he had a natural talent for singing which he didn't bring up often. Heck, even Bentley nor Murray didn't know and he had been with them since childhood! As Connor stylishly finished the song short by playing a soft melody; the Raccoon asked Sly with a small grin "Forgive me for poking my nose in you're privacy but do you have anyone special in you're life?"
Sly could have sworn that if he was drinking something, he would have spat it out in a very big spit-take as his eyes almost bulged easily out of his skull and he gave some squeaky inhales as he placed a gloved hand against his chest where his heart should be as he tried his hardest to calm his surprised heart from harming the rest of his body too much. Connor laughed hardly at Sly's reaction as he felt his fits of laughter hurt his stomach and rib cage to a point where tears of laughter where spilling down his face.
"It's not funny!" Sly exclaimed as he narrowed his eyes, folded his arms across his chest and stuck his bottom lip out in a pout. Connor wiped a sleeve to rid his face of his tears of uncontrollable fits of chortling as he eased himself. "Sorry, kid." He sighed as he calmed himself down and gave a tired nod towards the younger adult Raccoon "So tell me about this special lady of yours." He laid back as he folded his arms behind his head and kicked his legs up lazily as Sly explained about his love life "Well. I have a thing for a Interpool cop who chases me." He blushed a deep red as he became embarrassed.
Connor grinned snidely as he wagged his eyebrows in mock flirtatious "Atta boy, Sly. You have a thing for the one who chases you. Tell me about her." The older Raccoon seemed very interested as he leisurely kicked back and relaxed. Sly scratched the back of his neck but spoke anyway "Well, she's very feisty and stubborn." Sly described her as he counted the ways "She's very good at using a shock pistol, and she is devilishly charming..."
Connor raised his brow playfully as he smirked "You sure that ain't you?"
Within moments, the two male Raccoon's broke out into more laughter as they ignored the peaceful setting. Sly sighed tiredly as he concluded the subject of love "Yeah. Carmelita cracks me up and I think you'd like her, Dad."
Sly clamped his muzzle shut when he realized that Connor was looking at him strangely with his ears flattened against his head. "Did you just call me 'Dad'?" He asked confusingly. Sly shrugged his arms in false confusion as he knew he had to cover this up quickly before he aroused any suspicion "Uh, must have slipped from my tongue!"
Connor dismissed this with his own shrug as he clicked his tongue and moved it around, missing the feeling of his trademark pipe being there. Noticing this, Sly smiled as he reached into his pocket "I managed to get this for you before I saved Rose earlier." He grasped Connor's pipe in his hand and the Raccoon was overjoyed as he dropped his guitar and proudly snatched his pipe from his unknowing descendants hand and began puffing the pipe as he ignored all his worries.
"Thanks, Sly. Ya did good." Connor grinned as he closed his eyes and Sly done the same as he and Connor slowly slipped into a sweet slumber, both enjoying each other's company. Sly also hoped that Connor would never find out that he was really his dad since Connor will most likely hate him forever if the word leaked.
A/N: Oh no, Connor will probably find out about Sly's real identity. Also, this might give many of you an insight of the relationship between Connor and his gang. All through my head, I couldn't stop thinking about Sly and Dr M's chemistry and how Dr M had said that Connor wasn't a very good friend. I would like you to see if you could piece it together from this chapter to what happens later on. I also had Sly and his dad sing 'Lullaby' by Nickleback.
I also thought that Sly should have a good relationship with his dad for obvious reasons and I thought that maybe Connor isn't as bad as Dr M makes him out to be. Maybe he's just inexperienced with things like this and is a bit bad with his friends.
Please review and favorite and I'll try and update tomorrow.
-Chloemcg
