Disclaimer: I don't own anything. But you knew that by now.

A/N: If Lyle seems a little out of character, I'm sorry. I just love his character so much that I can't picture him being truly bad. This is my attempt to make a nicer Lyle. :) Please enjoy and review. Thanks.

Chapter 12: A Revelation

Miss Parker walked down the halls, away from her father's office. He had just called her in to let her know that Jarod had been sighted around Blue Cove. It was the first time anyone had seen him in many years. Miss Parker was anything but surprised. Given Jarod's state last night, sweepers and the Centre were the last things on his mind. She sighed and turned the corner.

And ran directly into Mr. Lyle.

"Well look who looks all cheerful this morning." Lyle commented, detaining Miss Parker by putting a hand on her arm. "And what makes you so cheerful today, Miss Parker?"

"Nothing that has anything to do with you." Releasing his hold on her, Miss Parker continued toward her office. The sound of another pair of feet hitting the floor told her that Lyle was still following. Oh, she was going to kill him. Either now or when she got back home. Both Lyles were jerks.

"Since it's not me, I'm wondering if you've then reconsidered my offer. I know a beautiful place on the water with an awesome view of the sunrise."

"Sunrise? What makes you think I'd be with you until sunrise?" Miss Parker asked, weary of this game they played.

"Oh, well, there are plenty of things a guy and a girl could do from dusk until dawn. If you get my drift." Miss Parker had enough. Whipping around to face Lyle, both hands on her hips, Miss Parker gave him her most threatening glance.

"Lyle, cut it out. And I mean it. If this continues, I will go to my father and have you permanently removed from the Centre. Do you hear me? Permanently. Like in dead or something far worse." Instead of quivering and running to hide like she expected, Lyle just smiled. A pain in her gut told her the truth: Lyle had something up his sleeve.

"Suit yourself." Lyle turned and started walking back up the hallway. He paused and turned around. "If you do tell your father, though, I'll be sure to let him and Mr. Raines know that Jarod visited you the other night." Miss Parker felt her whole insides sink.

"How do you know that?" Lyle smirked.

"I saw him come into your house. And since I know you're going to ask, I was told to keep an eye on you. The Centre wanted to ensure that you were becoming comfortable in your new home. So, now that you know, will you go out with me?" He took a few steps toward her and was practically holding her up against the wall. Leaning over, he placed another kiss on her lips. "I'll keep your secret if you come with me."

"Go to hell!" She screamed, struggling to get away from him. A thought flashed through her mind that he might rape her, but decided that was unlikely in the hall. At least they weren't in her office.

"Oh, come on, Miss Parker. I like you. And you like me. Admit it." Miss Parker's last straw gave out. In anger, a red haze covering her mind, she bellowed.

"I can't believe we're related. You're a god damn sociopath and there's no way in the world we could be related. I refuse to believe it." Those words had an impact on Lyle. He immediately released her and stepped back, confusion clouding his every feature. Only then did Miss Parker realize what she had done. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say that." She pleaded, wishing she could take back those words. Mentally, she slapped herself.

"What do you mean by being "related"?" Lyle asked, taking another step back. His face had gone pale and he looked nothing like the Lyle of a few minutes ago. "Are we related?"

"Yes, we're related." Miss Parker sighed. She was going to have to explain this one.

"I don't understand." Miss Parker beckoned him into her office. Lyle followed her like a lost puppy. Indicating a chair, Lyle flopped down into it. Apparently, he was still reeling from the information that they were related.

"Let me put this in the most simplest of terms." Miss Parker said, seating herself on her desk and keeping an eye on her brother. Lyle snapped back and leaned forward, listening intensely. Miss Parker drew in a deep breath. "We're related. We're…. we're brother and sister." Lyle started.

"We're what!" He practically screamed. Miss Parker jumped up and slammed the door shut. She had forgotten to close it on the way in. She did not want anyone to hear Lyle screaming. It was a bad public image.

"Shut up. Do you want the whole Centre to come down here?" Lyle shook his head and stopped any noise he was making. Miss Parker walked back over and looked down at him. "We're more than siblings, though."

"How much closer can we get?" Lyle asked. "There's no way in the world I can be your father." Miss Parker repressed a laugh.

"No, but we're twins." Lyle jumped out of the chair, all his energy coming back to him.

"You've got to be kidding. I'm no more your relative than you are mine. We can't be twins. We just can't." Exhausting his limited store of energy, Lyle fell back down in the chair and glanced at Miss Parker. "We can't be."

"Unfortunately, we are. And, I must say, you are the last person in the world I would want for a brother." Lyle glared at her, but she kept speaking. "But, we are family. And family sticks together."

"Do you mean that?" Lyle whispered, face regaining some of its color and his composure coming back to him. He sat up straighter and became a little more like the Lyle she was used to.

"Yes, I do. But, only on one condition."

"Name it."

"Stop flirting with me. It's hard enough as it is, but with you being my twin…" Miss Parker shook her head. "It's just plain wrong." Lyle laughed nervously.

"I guess it is. Sorry. I didn't realize, but I'll be sure to place my attentions elsewhere from now on."

"Good." Miss Parker sighed.

"I do have another question, though." Miss Parker indicated that she wanted him to ask it. "How do you know where siblings? Did someone tell you? Or did you just hack into something and find it?" Here was a pickle. How did Miss Parker tell him the truth without going into the whole alternate universe theory?

"Lyle, I can guarantee you that I am not wrong and that blood tests prove we are siblings. But, how I know this, I can't tell. It's not my secret alone. Please understand that." Lyle nodded.

"Normally, I wouldn't, but I guess I'm going to have to." He got up to leave, there not being much more to say. He paused at the door. "I want to see Mom." Lyle whispered. Miss Parker turned to face him, not sure she had heard him right.

"What?"

"I want to see Mom. You've had her for all these years. I want to see her. I've never known a mother, a real one. And, maybe if I had, some of the things I do and have done would never have happened." Miss Parker couldn't believe it. In the thirty minutes that he knew he was her brother, a weird transformation had taken place. He looked more like a lost boy than the sociopath she had accused him of being. For once, Miss Parker pitied him.

"I'll see what I can do." Miss Parker gave no promises. This still might all be an act. A good and convincing one, but still an act.

"Thanks." Lyle made another move to leave, but paused again. "I'm sorry I spied on you. I won't tell Raines or your… our father about Jarod. I promise. We can just keep it in the family."

"Thank you." She mumbled, her thoughts flying away faster than she could catch up with them.

"And, sis." Miss Parker looked up at those words. "I'm not a sociopath. Really." With that, he walked out of the door and carefully shut. Miss Parker slumped into a chair with one thought. Why couldn't her Lye be more like this one?