Disclaimer: See chapter 1. The here mentioned firm Seronon, was made up by me and has totally nothing to do with the real firm by that name. I just came up with the same name and used it, before I googled it.

A/N: Big thanks for the nice reviews!

Other than planned this isn't a sequel, but the next chapter. I'd originally intended to call this sequel 'The Parker Legacy', cuz it's a more fitting title to what I've in mind. But since I updated it as a new chapter and not as a new file, I'm going to change the title of 'Helping the Lost' to 'The Parker Legacy'.

I will also change the layout of the first chapter and fix some spelling mistakes, I found. But all in all nothing will change in the first chappie.

So here is the continuing of my fanfic; I hope you'll enjoy it -)

In this fanfic, I suppose that IotH played sometime in September. I dunno, if it's snowing in Sep/Oct. in Scottland, but in my counrty it does sometimes (seldom) in early October and I'm way more south than Scottland is. And after all it was a cursed island and every thing is possible then -)

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Chapter 2

The Centre
Blue Cove, Delaware
11/30/01 - Friday

Two months had past since her car accident in Boston and since that time she hadn't heard anything from the pretender. No hints, no annoying mails, no midnight calls. Not even a get-well-present. He had really vanished from The Centre radar this time.

A part of her hoped that this state wouldn't last for good – not only because of the pressure her new father performed on her for not finding Jarod. Some little voice inside her was worried about his whereabouts. On the other hand, this voice told her that it was just fine that he was out there without The Centre on his heels. And this little voice was not her Inner Sense.

Neither she had heard anything from her little brother Ethan. It gnawed on her that the last notice she had from him was months old. After all he was her only normal family left.

She shook her head, telling herself that that wasn't true. Her gaze travelled to the photos on her desk – the one of her mother holding a baby Miss Parker; the next one of Miss Parker as a grown woman together with the man she'd thought her father for so long; and finally the third picture of herself holding Baby Parker. After all she had her baby brother, if it was what he really was to her. She lifted the framed image and traced his little features with her index finger. She wondered if he was her cousin, Mr.Parker's only real child; or if he was indeed her little brother, what meant that Raines had his genes in play – once more.

She couldn't help, but pushed those depressing thoughts away. At the moment it didn't matter, who their father was – the only thing that made her feel better, was the knowledge that this little guy was a Parker and with that the only normal family she had at the moment- even if it was a lie.

Ever since Mr.Parker's supposed death some miles in front of the North African coast, she had taken care of the youngest Parker. Not that she had claimed custody or anything alike – but once a week, every Sunday, she took the almost 19 months old boy home with her and spent some time with the toddler. Only two things made her feel miserable; one was the circumstance that the little guy spent his whole time at the Centre's nursery since his father's death. And two was the fact that she as the oldest Parker heir didn't even know her baby brother's first name. 'Ironic… he doesn't know my first name either.'

Since the envelope with all her brother's papers was at a place out of her knowledge and she didn't know how to address him – instead of baby brother – she came to the conclusion that he needed a real name. So she secretly christened him Tommy some weeks ago.

She placed the photo back on her desk and gazed back at the sheet of paper in front of her computer keyboard. It was an almost three year old Centre memo. Some weeks before she had made Broots dig in her father's office. She didn't know, what she wanted him to find there – she just had the feeling there would be a hint for the truth. Broots had found the paper in a carton in Mr. Parker's old office, Dr. Raines' new one. Because of Raines' moving in at that time, he wasn't sure if it was one of her father's boxes or of Raines'.

The short message read that 12-072463-03 should be delivered on 03-01-99 to a facility called Seronon. They had found out that Seronon was a virology research facility in San Josè, California, with ties to The Centre. And what 12-072463-03 meant, knew Miss Parker for sure: it was an ID-code for one of the Red Files – for her Red File.

The only thing that didn't make any sense was the fact that she, 12-072463-03, was still at The Centre. But maybe, it was only a part from her that was delivered then. Two days before the order was executed, she was in hospital because of her ulcer.

Now she was eager to find out, what exactly The Centre had stolen from her and on what purpose. Sydney and Broots would cover for her and buy her the needed time; Broots would take Baby Parker for the usual No-Centre-Sunday, telling Raines the upcoming Monday that Miss Parker had brought the child I the evening and told him that she'd have finally a cue on Jarod. Sydney would inform the devil doctor, that said hint was somewhere in Arizona. That should give her enough time for her visit of Seronon.

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A/N: Let me know if you liked it. I hope the next one will be longer. And no worries, Jarod will show up in the next chapter.