September 25th, 1997
Angel Island, 8:20 am
Rachel was just rounding the corner near the library when Derek's furious roaring assaulted her. She prepared for what she might find, but before she could reach the door Nick came flying out, making tracks as fast as possible. Pausing, he smiled amiably at Rachel.
"Mornin', Rach." He said, slowing his walk and taking her arm to lead her towards the kitchen, "I suggest we get a cup of coffee. Now."
"What's going on?" she asked as they reached the foyer, stopping their progress for an explanation. "What's wrong with Derek?"
"There's been another murder." Nick replied, rubbing his forehead, "Not only that, but Sloan's sending his daughter out from Paris House to investigate the ESP program."
Rachel's eyes widened as her eyebrows furrowed together. She paused for a moment and then spoke, her voice betraying immense shock, "Derek has a daughter?"
Nick looked surprised also.
"You've never heard about her? She used to live here, when we were little. We all lived here, practically, her an' Phil an' me. She got transferred to the Paris House. I can't believe Derek never told you about her."
"Neither can I. What's her name?" Rachel asked, anger rising up. Why had Derek never told her?
"Natalya. She's flying in tonight." He replied, watching as Rachel made her way back towards the library. "I wouldn't go in there, Rach."
Rachel ignored the warning and marched straight to the library. Walking in she placed a hand on the book Derek was staring at petulantly and asked loudly,
"Why didn't you tell me you had a daughter?"
Derek looked up in surprise before his features melted into annoyance,
"Rachel, I don't have time to talk about this." He replied, and Rachel shook her head.
"You'd better make time. Why didn't you tell me?" she demanded, and Derek faltered.
"Frankly, Rachel, it's none of your business. My personal life is just that, personal. I don't have to answer to you, and certainly don't have to explain to you why I don't want to talk about my daughter." He spat out, unreasonable anger welling up in him. Picking the books up off the table he turned and quickly departed, leaving Rachel in a state of subdued shock.
Rachel was just rounding the corner near the library when Derek's furious roaring assaulted her. She prepared for what she might find, but before she could reach the door Nick came flying out, making tracks as fast as possible. Pausing, he smiled amiably at Rachel.
"Mornin', Rach." He said, slowing his walk and taking her arm to lead her towards the kitchen, "I suggest we get a cup of coffee. Now."
"What's going on?" she asked as they reached the foyer, stopping their progress for an explanation. "What's wrong with Derek?"
"There's been another murder." Nick replied, rubbing his forehead, "Not only that, but Sloan's sending his daughter out from Paris House to investigate the ESP program."
Rachel's eyes widened as her eyebrows furrowed together. She paused for a moment and then spoke, her voice betraying immense shock, "Derek has a daughter?"
Nick looked surprised also.
"You've never heard about her? She used to live here, when we were little. We all lived here, practically, her an' Phil an' me. She got transferred to the Paris House. I can't believe Derek never told you about her."
"Neither can I. What's her name?" Rachel asked, anger rising up. Why had Derek never told her?
"Natalya. She's flying in tonight." He replied, watching as Rachel made her way back towards the library. "I wouldn't go in there, Rach."
Rachel ignored the warning and marched straight to the library. Walking in she placed a hand on the book Derek was staring at petulantly and asked loudly,
"Why didn't you tell me you had a daughter?"
Derek looked up in surprise before his features melted into annoyance,
"Rachel, I don't have time to talk about this." He replied, and Rachel shook her head.
"You'd better make time. Why didn't you tell me?" she demanded, and Derek faltered.
"Frankly, Rachel, it's none of your business. My personal life is just that, personal. I don't have to answer to you, and certainly don't have to explain to you why I don't want to talk about my daughter." He spat out, unreasonable anger welling up in him. Picking the books up off the table he turned and quickly departed, leaving Rachel in a state of subdued shock.