Erikstrulove- Glad to here about the non computer shaking. Mor and Sammy never forget about their relationship, They grow up together. Go one to work at the Centre together, ect.

Pretender Fanatic- Glad you loved the chapter. Sorry but I didn't have time to add much about the guys over seas reaction to Parker and Sammy. I was busy with a paper this past week.

Crazyrussiangal- Yeah and there still growing up. I'm kinda moving a bit quickly through time till about the time Gemini was created. After that things slow down again. Now the kids day in London is a flashback, dealing with Catherine. In this chapter we only see a bit into the twisted mind of the Centre chairman but I promise there will be more.

Oh and remember that sim, Jarod did a while back. Well it's about to be discovered.


CHAPTER 19

THE PAST DISAPPEARS


May 1979

Three years later Mor graduated from college with a degree in law. Over those three years Sam watched over her as any brother would do when it came to his sister. In a way those three years were wonderful, but they were also extremely painful. Each day Mor became less and less like the girl she once was. She had built a wall around herself and Sam was the only person aloud to climb over it. But sometimes even Sam was not allowed in.

Mor had also begun to date men that Sam didn't approve of. One in particular was Tommy Tanaka his father was the leader of the Japanese Yakuzi. Sam was concerned for Mor's safety around Tanaka and voiced his fears to Mor. She told him to but out of her love life. There were other men, some worse than Tanaka some slightly better. And with each one Sam exercised his brotherly rights to put the fear of God into every last one of them Mor decided to date. There was one in particular that had given Mor a black eye. The next day the man had ended up comatose in a hospital.

All of the men Mor dated were all more or less the same, bad boys. Men Mor knew would displease her father. It hadn't taken Sam long to realize that the only reason Mor dated those men was to get some sort of attention from her father. She lived for any form of attention from the Centre chairman and it killed Sam to watch Mor not be true to herself in order to either please or infuriate Mr. Parker. But Sam kept his mouth shut and regretted it everyday.

Of course Sam did exercise his brotherly rights to put the fear of God into every last man Mor decided to date. There was one in particular that had given Mor a black eye. The next day the man had ended up comatose in a hospital.

Sam's only hope was that he would be able to keep Mor away from the Centre. After what had happened to him at the hand of Raines, Sam began to investigate the Centre's activities. What he found he did not like. All of the work he had done in the ten years had not all been used for good as he had been told. People had been killed, and all Sam had done was manipulate sets of numbers. He hated that he had been used in such away. He was also ashamed at what he had done. So ashamed that he could not bring himself to tell Mor.

Originally he was going to but that was before Mor had inadvertently found out about how Sam's parents had been killed.

It had been during his second year with Mor in Europe when he came across the file. He had read it and then reread it unable to comprehend what it was saying. It was a termination order for his parents, singed by one of the Triumvirate leaders. His parents had been trying to smuggle a boy out of the Centre. Jarod no less. Why Sam didn't know he honestly didn't care. It was Jarod's fault his mother and father were dead. And not just because they were trying to get Jarod out.

Jarod had orchestrated the sim that the Centre used to murder Sam's parents. A part of Sam knew that it wasn't Jarod's fault. But it was a small part. A part that was easily squelched. For twelve years Sam had been looking for someone to blame and now there was. Had Sam dug further into his parents murder he would have learned that Jarod was forced to do the sim.

Maybe if Jarod told Sam about the sim years ago when he first had the chance Sam probably would not have placed the blame directly on Jarod. Had Sam been treated the same way as the other children at the Centre he may have understood Jarod's position. And had Mr. Parker not have gone and tampered with Sam's parents file to make it appear that Jarod had willing done the sim. And Jarod had know that the sim was going to be used for a murder, then maybe Mor and Sam wouldn't have come to hate their oldest and dearest friend.

But Mr. Parker did tamper with the file and thought himself quite the genius for it. For eight years he had hoped that Sam would find the file, and that Sam would share the file with Mor. Mr. Parker had been outraged to learn that the three children had found each other again and had quickly became the friends they once were.

He was also scared. Years ago when his father was chairman of the Centre, Parker Senior had warned his son of a boy who would allow the Centre to rise to the greatness it was destined to be. Parker Senior had also told his son that the boy must not mix with the Parker family or all that the Parkers had strived for over centuries would be lost. Mr. Parker didn't particularly believe his father. But he did believe the rumors about a set of scrolls that for told the Centre's future, and he wondered if his father had learned the truth about the scrolls. Mr. Parker had no way of knowing if his father was right. And if he was he did not know if Jarod was the boy his father had warned him about. But to be on the safe side he wanted to keep Jarod away from his family at all cost, even though he knew that Mor was not his daughter.

But enough of Mr. Parker. This story is not about him.


Now Sam did place most of the blame of his parents death on Jarod, as did Mor when she found out. But the difference was Sam also blamed the Centre Mor didn't. And after Mor had graduated and passed her bar exam and then decided to work for corporate at the Centre Sam tried to convince her to continue her career in law, and not to get mixed up in Centre affairs. Too many people Sam loved had died more that likely at the hands of the Centre. The last thing Sam wanted was for Mor to get any further involved with the Centre. He kept hearing Mutombo's words in his head.

"Miss Parker is very important to the Centre. She stands to inherent this great institution."

And then Sam would here his mother's last words to him.

"Sammy promise me that you'll always look after your sister."

So he did what he promised and when Mor decided to go corporate he followed her. He became her personal sweeper and would continue to be for almost a quarter of a century.


April 13, 1982

7:00am

Blue Cove, Delaware

Home of Miss Parker

She lit a cigarette as she waited for the phone to ring. There would be two phone calls, one from her father, the second from Sam. Her father would call first asking her if she would like to join him for dinner. And she would say yes just like she had done for the past twelve years. And around six the doorbell would ring and the flowers would be delivered, but there would be no sign of her father. He would call a little after six and apologize, telling her that he had gotten caught up in a meeting. It had been the same pattern for twelve years.

After her father's morning call, Sam would call at precisely at eight, to let her know that he would be over later that night with a case of beer, and a pepperoni pizza. And he did come, every year since they were seventeen.


She never did find out where he got the beer from and how he managed to sneak into her room a pizza in one hand and a cooler in the other. Not to mention the fact that he had somehow managed to make it to her dorm in which men were not allowed.

He had called her that morning saying that he'd be over later that night and that they would get 'shit faced'. Parker had hung up the phone in his face not yet ready to face the day. He had the showed up leaning against the doorframe pizza and cooler in hand, grinning from ear to ear.

"So sis you gonna let me in, or are you gonna let me stand here until your RA shows up wondering why there's a boy standing out side your door with a pizza and a cooler full of beer?" Sammy said -They were still Mor and Sammy then, they didn't become Parker and Sam until they returned to the states-. Mor quickly pulled him into the room and looked down the halls hoping no one heard Sammy.

"What are you doing here?" She hissed.

"I told you I was coming by and we were gonna get shit faced," Sammy said opening up the pizza box.

"I didn't think you were serious, besides I thought that you had to go back home today for a meeting or something," Mor said sitting next to him and taking a slice of pizza and a can of beer.

"I was supposed to, but nothing was going to stop me from being with you today," Sammy told her as he took a swig from his beer.

"Daddy called earlier to say he wasn't going to be able to make his plane. He was supposed to be coming to spend the weekend with me," Mor said softly the bitterness in her voice evident.

"Good then you and I can go tour Rome this weekend I want to see the Pantheon," Sammy replied as he tried to keep the anger towards Mr. Parker out of his voice for Mor's sake.

"God what is it with you and the Pantheon," Mor groaned. "We go there at least twice a month."

"Makes me feel closer to Mom," Sammy said softly.

"She abandoned us Sammy," Mor said sternly, "She was weak, and couldn't handled life so she left us."

"Not today Mor, please," Sammy begged. "When my Mom and Dad died, Mom took me in, raised me as her own son. Before she was killed..."

"Sammy..."

"Mor, let me finish, before Mom was killed I talked to her, She said she loved me and in her mind I was her son. She told me to look out for you. She loved you Mor, she loved both of us. So yeah maybe she did give up, maybe life was to difficult for her. Maybe we weren't enough for her to stay. But she loved us. Never, never forget that." Sammy said looking her in the eyes.

"I won't," Mor whispered.

"Good. Now lets drink away our pain." Sammy said passing her another beer. The two of them had close to a dozen beers a piece before they passed out.


The phone ranged shaking Parker out of her thoughts. "What," She answered

"Angel, it's me."

"Daddy," Parker said putting out her cigarette.

"How about you and I go out for dinner tonight. We could go to that little French place you liked so much when you were a girl," Mr. Parker said. Parker didn't bother to tell her father that the restaurant had closed when she was twelve.

"That would be nice Daddy I'll see you at six?"

"Yes, see you then Angel," Mr. Parker said and hung up. Parker than lit another cigarette and waited for Sam's call.

The phone ranged again at exactly eight o'clock. Parker chuckled at Sam's promptness. In all the time that she had known him Sam's biggest pet peeve was being late.

"Hey," She said.

"Hey yourself," Sam chuckled. "It's nice to know you think enough of me that you don't answer the phone with 'What',"

"It's 'cause I love you so, little brother. So we getting shit faced tonight?"

"As if we have anything else better to do. I certainly don't have a date lined up. I know for a fact that you don't," Sam answered.

"And just how do you know that, Sammy?"

"It's my business to know your every move Mor," He said knowing that he was the only person who could get away with calling her Mor and live to see the next day.

"Then you know that I'm leaving the house in a few minutes," Parker.

"I'll meet you there," Sam replied and they both hung up.

The met up thirty minutes later in front of their mother's grave.

"She loved us," Parker said softly.

"Yes she did," Sam confirmed.

"I miss her."

"So do I."

They both placed a dozen white roses on Catherine's grave. They then went to Allen and Elizabeth's grave where Sam placed a red rose on each of their graves. Afterwards the two proceeded to work. Sam trained a group of sweepers, while Parker went over Centre security.

At six the flowers from Parker's father arrive. At six fifteen he called saying that their was a meeting he must attend.

At eight Sam arrived at Parker's house and they ate pizza and got drunk, just as they had done for the past five years.


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Up next- we've got trouble with a capital T and the rhymes with D and the stands for Devin. Sam shoots and kills his first person, and Parker helps him deal with it.

Read the next two chapters closely folks, there are going to be some heavy references, to Gemini, the Black Files, and Project Phoenix.