2012

"You sure?"

Richard asked hovering above Linda, both crammed in the backseat of his car. Both were parked up at the point, a local spot for teens and young adults to park, or look down at the drive-in which was on it's last legs down in the valley. Rumor was that the huge shopping mall that had it's own movie theater inside was just another sign of the modern times, which was slowly catching up with Twin Peaks. Still, kids liked going up there since it was private, and if you tuned into the right radio station you could usually catch the right signal and get the sound in for free. This was a place Richard had taken Linda shortly after graduation. She had graduated almost two years late since her constant stays in the hospital despite her best efforts kept her behind. In fact, Linda felt she was always a little behind due to her illness.

Even prom she had celebrated late with Richard. Now she was currently taking online courses, while Richard was simply living off his grandfather's money. He had no urge to work or start college. Instead he claimed he dabbled in a little business, and since his uncle would never take over his family's empire, he knew as soon as the two "old bats." died all of this would be his. Linda tried talking him into taking some classes. She knew he was really smart, in fact all durning high school she had tutored him, and even as much as she hated to admit it had written several papers for him to get him to pass. In the end it was his grandfather who pulled some strings in order for him to graduate. Richard didn't walk at graduation, claiming it was stupid. Instead that night he drove Linda up to the point where the two sat on the hood of his car, looking at the vast view of the town, his arm around her as he drank cheap beer and complained about everything. Richard's temper had gotten worse, and so far he had all ready been arrested twice. One had been a DUI, another for public fighting. Still, Linda never really saw that side of him. She constantly was defending him, mostly to her aunt who wanted to like Richard since he was so good to her, but word spread fast, and Richard was known as a local bad boy in town. Something about those Hornes meant bad news. Still, he saw her almost every day. Norma had been busy ever since she had expanded with the Double R. It had become a chain, and money was pouring in.

Linda had worked part time as a waitress off and on over the years, mostly whenever they were understaffed. Now she usually just came by to help take pies out of the oven, and talk with Shelly and Becky who had just started working there full time. Earlier that year she had married her high school sweetheart Steve. Richard had brought her to a few parties outside of town where Becky and Steve had been. She hated to admit it, but she never really liked him. He had originally came from a nice enough family, but she saw a dark side of him he was careful not to show, worse than Richard in fact. To everyone else Steve was always the friendly guy who knew everyone, drove a cool car, and could always get beer. Still, at those few parties she had attended, she saw him when nobody was looking get rough with Becky. A few times she had been tempted to ask Becky about it, but knew none of this was her business. In fact, who was she to judge? Richard never hid how bad his temper was, he was very up front when he didn't like someone. One evening she remembered them driving back from a party when she brought up how she saw Steve screaming at Becky, saying she was flirting with some guy and had slapped her out back. Richard glared ahead, gripping the steering wheel and shook his head. Richard had never liked Steve, and only humored the few times they hung out because Linda liked Becky. Shaking his head, Richard continued driving down the backroads.

"That kid is scum...if he ever even looks at you the wrong way I'll fucking kill him."

"He's always been nice to me, but I've seen him get rough with Becky. Everyone thinks he's such a great guy but I think he's dealing drugs."

Richard, who wasn't shy to admit he liked to dabble every once in a while in coke became silent. Linda wasn't stupid, she knew he had been involved with some shady people, but stayed out of it. She was thankful he somehow seemed to keep his shit together, and after seeing how horrible Steve had been treating Becky, she knew despite it all, she was with the better man. Richard only reserved this side of him to her. He was gentle, kind, and even romantic to her. Richard told her again if Steve did that again in front of them and he saw it he would break his fucking arm. He didn't put up with that kind of bullshit. Now just a year or so later Becky had married Steve, and from what she heard from Shelly, who had separated from Deputy Briggs, Becky's father, that she was worried about Becky throwing her life away. She had dropped out of school, moved into a trailer with Steve, and was working full time barley making ends meet. Norma had told her more than once how worried she was getting, but sensed Becky was hiding something. Tonight Linda had decided that she finally wanted to lose her virginity. Besides some major heavy petting, they hadn't gone any further. Richard never pressured her, but she knew he wanted her. In fact, durning their latest make-out sessions, she saw a hunger in his eyes, and for the first time just a few mere months ago had slid her hand up his thigh, and felt his erection pulsing against the crotch of his jeans. Tonight she decided this would be it. She informed Richard just a few days ago when both were swimming at The Great Northern Pool. Currently she wasn't speaking to his grandfather who was traveling for business. Both had gotten into quite the argument, and Richard had picked her up completely bullshit. That afternoon Linda told him what she wanted to do. Richard nearly choked on the beer he was drinking, and asked if she was sure?

Now tonight, they laid crammed in the backseat, nervous, on edge, and anxious. Richard had put a condom on per Linda's request, and hovered above her. Licking her lips, Linda nodded.

"Yeah, I'm ready...just go slow."

She held onto his skinny shoulders as he leaned down, gently kissing her bottom lip. Taking a deep breath, she felt his own legs spread hers, before he leaned down and carefully entered her. Snapping her eyes shut, Linda hissed out, the pain sharp and sudden. Instantly Richard withdrew slightly, staring down concerned.

"You okay?"

Linda nodded, trying to relax. Richard had offered her a joint before they started but she refused. She wanted to experience everything clearly. Laying back she nodded as he reached down, using his hand to guide himself into her. The pain was still there, but Richard was slow, carefully looking at her. Taking deep breaths, she looked up before he smiled.

"Okay?"

"Yeah, keep going..."

Richard adjusted himself, completely entering her before kissing the side of her face. Slowly he began to thrust into her, making her grasp onto him. He stared down, before pressing his forehead against hers.

"I want you to look at me...it's just us okay...just us."

Linda nodded, trying to fight through the discomfort and pain. Instead she stared up at him as he continued moving inside of her, pressing her down against the seat. Staring into his eyes, she knew even if she died tomorrow, this would be one of the most important moments of her life. Clutching onto him, she stared up before he said something that changed everything.

"I love you..." Staring up as he slowly took her virginity, she smiled and suddenly forgot about how embarrassing this was, or how painful. Instead, she stared up and smiled.

"I love you too..."

Both smiled before Richard found a quickened pace. In less than a few minutes, he pumped himself into her once, twice, before stiffening and crying out. Then, it was over. Laying there, she waited before he slowly lifted his head and looked down.

"You okay? I didn't hurt you did I?"

Linda shook her head.

"No, I'm fine..."

Richard withdrew, before sitting up and stripping the used condom off. Linda slowly scooted up, and checked and was surprised to see she wasn't bleeding. Sitting there, she looked across at him and saw his now limp penis. She had seen it several times, but never like this. Thinking that this was actually inside her made her suddenly know she was in on the secret that men and woman shared. Over all, it wasn't really that big of a deal. She knew Richard had had sex before, with who she didn't even care to ask. But he had been wonderful, and had made this not seem like this an awful thing.

"It gets better...I mean, it doesn't hurt after you get used to it, and I usually can last longer...sorry..."

Linda raised an eyebrow as Richard tossed the condom into a crumpled up Double R napkin. Cocking her head to the side she smiled. She couldn't believe it...he was nervous.

"It was wonderful..."

"You sure I didn't hurt you?"

"I'm fine."

Richard then grinned looking over at her.

"Wanna feel nice?"

"Huh?"

"Lay back and spread your legs..."

Raising an eyebrow Linda smiled before Richard told her to scoot back. Carefully she sat back, opening her legs before Richard hovered over her and smiled. Very slowly she lowered his head down. Instantly Linda nearly jumped. Grabbing onto the door, she gasped and couldn't believe it. That's when the most overwhelming feeling hit her. Gasping, she sat back, speechless as she for the first time in forever felt her heart pound without it hurting.

Two weeks later...

"Just careful, less teeth..."

Richard instructed as Linda slowly tried to relax and opened her mouth fitting his penis into it. Richard sat behind the wheel of his car, and instantly closed his eyes gripping the wheel. Since that night at the point, Richard and Linda's relationship and reached a new level. It seemed as though they were having sex all the time now. Once Richard snuck her into one of the suites at The Great Northern. Another time when Norma was working late, in her bedroom. Both were all over each other, and just the other night he had sent a dozen fresh roses to the house. Both were slowly exploding their bodies, and were learning what felt good and what didn't feel good. Linda honestly never thought somebody could ever make her feel this good. Both each time were exhausted, and laid in each other's arms.

The last time was in the woods, they spread a blanket from his car, and afterwards laid together staring up at the sky. Bobbing her head slowly up and down, she listened as Richard gently repositioned her head, stroking her hair. Afterwards, both sat arms around each other laying on the hood. They were parked behind The Great Northern, and knew he had to get her home soon since she had a few appointments in the morning. She was nervous, things were going so well but she wasn't exactly feeling great. She dreamed of the day that somehow she would be healthy and stop worrying so much. Staring at Richard, she nuzzled his neck as he gently rubbed her back. "I love you Richard..." Richard squeezed her before kissing the top of her head.

"I love you too baby..."

Richard motioned up to the hotel, the lights inside the windows glowing.

"One day all of this will be mine, and you wanna know something?"

"What?"

"I'm gonna marry you."

Linda smiled rolling her eyes before laying her head on his chest.

"Yeah right."

Richard smirked still stroking her back.

"You'll see...just wait."

Both laid on the hood, untouched by sickness, or madness that was awaiting for them.

Present.

The truck was a mile or so ahead and had turned to an old abandoned convenience store. Richard slowed down, slowing the car down further down the road, making sure his lights were off. Watching the man walk away, a heavy thick fog began to swirl around. Linda sat up staring.

"What is he doing?"

Richard watched before the man climbed the stairs and entered on the second floor. Feeling anxious, Linda suddenly wished they were back home. Safe and sound in her bedroom. Whoever this guy was, Richard was determined to follow. Watching him pull his handgun out of his jacket, she nervously eyed him. "What are you gonna do?" Richard placed the gun down between them. Holding his hand out he shook his head.

"Shhh Linda."

Linda gulped looking out before Richard began driving, pulling further down the road, and parking behind the truck. Killing the engine, both looked up with wide eyes.

"Richard, who is this guy?"

Richard turned and stared at her.

"Remember how I told you my mom is...well in a mental hospital?"

"Yeah?"

"She tried to kill herself. I was just a baby but I guess she claimed that she had been raped. My father wasn't that business guy who died that I told you about. She claimed it was..."

Linda stared, confused.

"What?"

"She...claimed it was that FBI agent."

Linda froze.

"Dale Cooper?"

"Yeah. I found a photo of them together. She claimed when she was in the hospital after she got hurt in that explosion at the bank I told you about...Cooper came in and raped her. Nobody believed her, and he took off after..."

"You mean Agent Cooper, my father?"

Richard sighed looking at her.

"Yeah. I overheard my grandparents arguing before we all stopped talking, that they were starting to believe she was telling the truth. They wanted to do a blood test but it never happened. My grandfather never believed it, but my grandmother did and wanted to do a blood test but he refused."

"Wait...the FBI Agent...Mr. Cooper who's my father...who took off leaving my mom pregnant...you think he's your dad?"

Richard stared at her and nodded.

"Yeah."

Linda suddenly felt her chest tighten.

"How long have you known?"

"I've suspected for a while...I saw him back there and I recognized him from the photo my mom kept. I never said anything because I was never sure."

"So you...all this time...knew we are probably fucking brother and sister and..."

"Linda..."

He went to reach over and touch her when she flinched and slapped his hand away. Glaring, she couldn't believe it. Pulling back, she grasped for the door handle.

"Linda please..."

"GET AWAY FROM ME!"

"LINDA!"

Linda felt everything spin, she tried the door but found it locked. Devastated, she pulled at it over and over again before becoming completely frustrated. Sitting there, she rocked back and forth fighting tears away. Richard stared at her, his heart breaking seeing her like this.

"I'm still not sure...that might not even be him."

"Who? The man who raped your mom and got her pregnant? The man who got my mom pregnant and left her to go crazy and kill herself? Our father?!"

"I love you Linda, none of this matters..."

"What do you mean it doesn't matter?!"

"Linda, if that really is the bastard who destroyed our mothers...he deserves to fucking die."

"Richard...we're...we're..."

Instantly her face crumpled as she hitched and began rocking back and forth. Covering her face with her hands, she cried completely becoming undone. All this years were a lie. The love of her life, the only man who mattered to her was her brother. She felt sick to her stomach, and just wanted to make all of this stop. Richard's arm strongly came around her.

"It doesn't matter, do you hear ME? IT DOESN'T MATTER! I love you, and I'm going to kill this mother fucker for what he did to our mothers. Do you hear me!?"

Linda took deep breaths, blinking through tears as she stared forward. Richard held her tight before roughly grasping her face, and pressing his fingers and thumb into her jawbone, making her look at him. Pressing his forehead against hers, he stared down, breathing heavy.

"I love you...it's just us remember?"

Linda felt sick, she wanted to scream, she wanted to slap him away and scream. She felt disgusted, but suddenly knew...Richard really was the only one who understood. That he had hid this to simply not hurt her, and shelter her from it all. She knew he was insane, and knew she was dying. Why push him away if she just had days left? Looking up, she felt tears roll down her face before he wiped them away and kissed her.

"I'm going to get this bastard, and then I'm gonna find help for you okay?"

She knew it was a lie, but she nodded, feeling so overwhelmed, she held onto him hoping she wouldn't faint. That's when Richard looked out and saw the man now outside, standing inside a phone booth. Instantly his face crumpled as he grabbed hold of the gun.

"Wait here..."

"Richard..."

He ignored her before climbing out, clutching the gun as he walked around and aimed the gun. Linda slowly opened the passenger door and stood back, looking over the parked truck as the man left the booth booth and walked straight over to Richard who was waiting for him, gun pointed right at him.

"I recognized you back at the farm. You're FBI."

"How do you figure that?"

"I've seen your picture in your fancy FBI suit, DON'T COME ANY CLOSER!"

Richard kept the gun pointed, backing up slightly. Watching, Linda sensed something horrible was about to happen. Looking at him, she couldn't believe it. She had heard about Dale Cooper, even had seen his picture. Besides his age and his hair length, it looked just like him. Was this really her father? The man who left her mother, driving her to kill herself? Looking at Richard her heart ached. Was it true? Did he rape his mother leaving her just like her mom? Was Richard, the only boy she ever loved really her brother? She stood there as crickets chirped in the darkness that surrounded them.

"Where do you see that picture?"

"My mom had it."

"Who's your mom?"

"Audrey Horne. And your name is Cooper."

Richard's face crumpled, staring at the man who did all of this. He kept the gun steady despite how nervous he felt. Cooper cocked his head, looking at him closely. That's when Cooper spit, causing Richard to look away for just a second. In that split moment Cooper lunched at him, snatching his gun and whacking him in the face. Linda screamed as Richard was drop kicked to the ground and Cooper's face crumpled as he kicked him down three times with lighting speed in a row.

"DON'T HURT HIM!"

Linda came charging from around the car, ready to attack. Cooper looked over before grabbing Linda by the hair, hard enough to pull it from her skull and lifted her up. Linda screamed as he held the gun against the side of her head. Richard laid on the ground hurt, and holding his side. Instantly he looked up helpless.

"Don't hurt her!"

"Don't ever threaten me again."

Richard sat up, coughing, still holding his side. Linda tried to move but Cooper kept the gun still pointed against her.

"And who are you?"

"Linda...Linda Blackburn."

Cooper's brow wrinkled as he stared down, carefully staring down at her. Linda tried not to show she was scared as she stared up, and then looked back down at Richard. The cool metal of the barrel of the gun pressing tightly against her. Cooper then leaned down, gun still pointed and pressed his ear against Linda's chest. He listened for a second before staring at her. His eyes looking dark and empty.

"You're dying."

Linda stared at him, unable to speak.

"Please just let her go, she doesn't have anything to do with this..."

Richard begged, for the first time ever in his life sounding desperate. Cooper glared down at Richard and smirked.

"But of course she does...I think I might actually be able to help. Come with me and I'll help her, refuse and I shoot her in the head."

Richard stared up before Cooper motioned to the door.

"Get in, we'll talk on the way."

Linda looked down at Richard feeling terrified before slowly grasping the door and opening the driver's side. Cooper motioned with the gun and slowly she climbed inside. Looking down at Richard, he motioned for him to get in. Slowly, Richard got up, still holding himself, and grimacing in pain. Carefully he climbed in, sliding over and grabbing onto Linda.

"You okay?"

Linda nodded before touching his chest.

"You?"

"I'm okay, just be still, let me do the talking."

Just then Cooper climbed behind the wheel, still holding the gun. Slamming the door, he started the engine and backed up and headed straight down the road. Both Richard and Linda sat holding each other, crammed on one side of the cab, staring at him frightened and unsure. They started down the dark road as the fog continued to swirl and roll in, covering the woods that surrounded them. Linda sat there watching, holding onto Richard before she cleared her throat.

"You're our father?"

Richard stared at her before Cooper glanced over.

"Yes."

Linda felt her heart hammer quickly in her chest. Staring at Richard, she held onto him, suddenly feeling a tightening in her chest. She wanted so badly to grab her pills which were jammed in her front pocket of her shorts. Glancing over, she looked at this so called Agent Cooper. He didn't look anything like the photos she had seen before. The very idea that this man was both her and Richard's father... His dark eyes glanced in their direction.

"You came from the farm?"

Richard slowly nodded.

"Yeah."

"You on the run from something?"

Richard glanced down at Linda before looking back over at him.

"Maybe..."

The man smirked.

"So what do you wanna know?"

"Did you rape my mother?"

The silence hung in the air before finally the man named Cooper nodded.

"Yes. Is she alive?"

"Who?"

"Audrey Horne, your mother."

"Yeah, she's upstate at a hospital."

"Is she still in a coma?"

Richard glared.

"She had an accident a few years after having me. I've read up about you. You're not FBI anymore are you?"

"Not for a long time. What's your name kid?"

Richard glared.

"Richard."

"And this is your sister?"

Richard sighed before staring.

"Half. Annie Blackburn is her mother."

Cooper looked confused for a second before nodding.

"Where is she?"

"Dead."

Linda answered, Richard glanced down at her as Linda stared.

"She slit her wrists after bringing me home from the hospital. My aunt had raised me."

Cooper glanced at her again.

"You two are fucking?"

Richard let out a haggard breath before staring.

"Hey wait a second..."

Linda sat up, still holding onto Richard.

"Yeah, we are. So you're admitting to being our father. What were you doing back at the farm?"

"I had business to attend. I have coordinates I need to follow. I received the last one back there from a fellow agent."

"Coordinates to what?"

"That's what we're going to find out. Any other questions?"

Richard turned, staring at him.

"What did you mean you could help her?"

"She's dying isn't she?"

"How did you know that?"

Cooper glanced back at his two children.

"I just know. You do exactly as I say I'll help her."

"How?"

"By not asking any more questions."

Richard went to say something when Linda squeezed his hand, making him look down at her. Shaking her head, she suddenly wished they had never followed this truck. Somehow something felt off. At this exact moment she wasn't concerned over now knowing the man she loved was really her half brother. This seemed like some awful soap opera. No, what worried her was that this man seemed insane, and had both of them locked in this truck, driving somewhere. She had seen the way he attacked Richard, and somehow knew they were in danger. Grasping onto Richard, the two products of Cooper sat there uneasy and frightened as they continued driving into the night.