Hey Everyone! Get who's done exams?! Ok, now that I'm going to try to actually update more, a couple things to remember for this fan fic. 1. I know in the tv series he's not suppose to have anything beyond a father and half brother, but I seriously wanted him to have a female relative, younger than him. Just imagine him having a younger sister like I'm hyperventillating just thinking about it lol. So for this chapter, I'm introducing his cousin, supposedly his Aunt's daughter. Her name is Clara, she's around 19. I imagined her looking like Nina Dobrev so... Also, I'm sorry (actually I have no idea if you actually like this), that it's all about relationships, no real murder investigation...or is that good? Anyway, enjoy, I'm bored so there will probably be more on the way, if I can ever get off Tumblr, it's my addiction. Here you go:
Still in shock, he warily made his way to the Inspectors office. Usually when such a situation took place, William was prepared for a "talking to" about something he did, or usually something George did. William sat down across from the inspector. Brackenreid poured more scotch into his glass and sat down and eyed William quite intently. William rubbed his forehead anxiously, and that's when Brackenreid spoke. He broke the silence forcefully and had an edge of surprise in his voice. "I didn't know you had a cousin Murdoch," He started. "I was lead to believe you had a father and that half brother of yours...and the sister that passed away. No cousin. Now, I don't expect an answer about that gal in there, but I need to tell you what has happened. A young man's body, a man named Ethan Winters,was found in his large estate. He was home alone, and... Ms Murdoch was found walking down the street shortly after he was reported dead by his neighbour. She apparently knew him quite well...Murdoch, I need this case done, but you cannot be part of it! Sorry me old mucker, but your cousin...well she is much like you. She quite stubborn. I'm getting Giles into the case instead. Yes, you are relieved of your duties. Now you can go talk to her, hell, you can look after her, you just cannot talk about the case. If you do, I'm ordered to suspend your service here...Just keep in mind the last time that happened." And with that, Brackenreid showed him out of the office. He was utterly speechless.
First, he called Julia, he planned to meet her after her work. Until then, he had to deal with Clara.
William passed the numerous constables, no doubt that they were whispering about him, thanks to George, he thought. Clara was in glimpse. She was still in the questioning room. Her arms stubbornly crossed. She was much older than he had remembered Clara. He had last seen her before Liza had passed away. She had been 10. Now she was 21. Dressed very fine for a girl who most likely worked as a secretary. William was about to open the door when he was struck by the image of her crying as he set off for the logging camp. She was like a second sister to him. And he couldn't help but smile. Like the smile he had done when he flew the Pendrick Arrow. She looked up and saw him and did her giggle he always remembered, even if the memories were very, very hazy ones.
He flung open the door and she immediately hugged. They weren't strangers like he and Susannah had been. Not in the last couple years, but he and Clara had kept in touch. They hugged for a long time and then left the room.
"Will, it has been a while." They stopped outside the station house and she watched him. Like she was studying him. He knew what she was doing. That's when she spoke, almost teasing him. She looked up at him and shook her head.
"It has, Clara," He laughed.
"You are a detective now Will! I mean, it's not a huge surprise at all, but-" She abruptly stopped speaking when she peered down and saw a another pocket watch. Not the one Liza gave him. She didn't know, but Julia had given it to him.
"The watch... It's not..." She awkwardly held her tongue so she didn't assume anymore than she had already done. She wasn't as good as William, and she knew that.
"Clara, a lot has happened. How about we get some lunch and I can tell you."
"Everything? Promise, Willy?" She giggled. His heart instantly melted. It had been a while since he was called that.
"Yes. And after we'll go to an asylum to meet someone." He stopped and laughed to himself. Clara looked horrified at him.
"What?" She said to him, quite taken aback.
"I promise you that is not what it sounds." She took his arm and they went on their way. The real question was not what had happened in their lives each other had missed, but what William was going to do on his 'time off'.
