Alright, here's chapter two! Some of the OCs are introduced…I apologize for Tom, I don't exactly know how he would react, there wasn't much on him I remembered from reading, and I don't exactly have my Animorphs books with me, here. NEway, Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't anything that isn't mine, which includes the fandoms and canon-ness, but does not include my OCs, interactions between OCs and Canon charas, and plot alterations (hello, its AU).

"Say Hello to What You Thought You Knew"

A Major Crossover Story

by DarkLozFanUberest

Chapter Two: Surprise! Relatives

"Jeanie!"

"Karen!"

Squealing ensued, and people passing by stopped momentarily to look at the two squealing adults. Jean's husband, Steve Berenson, looked slightly embarrassed by the display, as did the four people standing behind the woman supposedly "Karen." Tom looked disinterested and was eying the three men and one girl that were supposedly the cousins he had never met before, at least not that he could remember, and his Yeerk had checked.

They all looked rather…gothic, with the exception of Karen, whose shoulder-length red hair was tied with a dark-blue bow-ribbon and was wearing a pale blue dress, she also had a dark blue coat and shoes. All in all, she stood out against her family.

The only other girl, and younger than Karen so supposedly her daughter, had long, mostly black hair with a large section on her right side of her head, covering her eye, being crimson red, she was wearing a red and black striped shirt under a black jeans jacket and had matching black jeans and tennis shoes on, she was also wearing some black and red wrist-warmers and had a paired on studded bracelets on her right wrist. Tom wasn't sure, but it also looked like she was wearing red contacts, something that alerted his Yeerk, but was dismissed relatively quickly.

The boy directly to her left, could've been her twin brother, they looked well enough alike, except his hair was short and mostly dusty red with a portion of hair on the right side of his head, covering his eye as well, being black, and he had pale blue eyes and eyeliner…Tom wondered if he was emo. He was wearing a black and grey striped shirt and a long black jacket and quite a few silver-looking chain necklaces. His shoes, rather boots, were bulky looking and had zippers and buckles on them.

Another boy, off to the side was messing with something in his hand, and Tom realized it was a cigarette. He had long (for a boy) brown hair that covered his right eye (did they all have a thing for covering their right eyes with their hair?), Tom blinked and wondered if he was really related to these people. He also had a very long black jacket on, that was open revealing a black fish-net shirt and…chains? Wrapped around his chest and torso…how had he gotten through security like that? He also had black pants and heavy-looking-buckled belt, black boots, sunglasses, and a pair of cord necklaces on.

His mother and aunt were talking animatedly about something, and Tom took a moment to look at the last man, whom he realized was looking right back at him. He was taller than the others, but looked only somewhat older, around the same age as the others…actually they all looked around the same age, even Karen looked only a little older than Tom, himself, did. He had long black hair and dark eyes that seemed curiously purple in the airport light, he was wearing a long, unbuttoned black and silver coat with metal buttons and things on it and a matching pants, a white dress shirt underneath it all, and had quite a few piercings, two rings on the outer cartilage of his left ear, a stud as well on his left earlobe (Tom though he saw something on his right ear, but his hair got in the way), and a nose piercing on the left side of his nose. Gothic, or Goth, was definitely the term that came to mind when looking at these four, and Tom wondered where their father was.

As if hearing his mental question, though this was improbable, his Yeerk reasoned, his mother and Aunt began introducing everyone to one another.

"How rude of us, Karen! This is my husband Steve, and our older son Tom-our younger one's at home, he was too tired to come with us." Jean explained, to which Karen nodded in understanding.

"Yes, I wonder what kept by younger sibling…" Tom wondered to himself as his father shook hands with the other family, politely.

"Oh, that's quite alright, Abele here," she motioned to the brown-haired guy, "nearly slept through us getting here!" Jean and Karen laughed, to together happily while Tom's father laughed along awkwardly.

"Anyway, so I'm Karen," she paused to shake Steve's hand, "these are my sons, Abele and Zachary Zaine," she once agained motioned to the brunette and then the guy with two-toned hair and blue eyes, "this is my daughter Anita," motioning to the two-toned girl, "and my husband William!" she happily clung to the black-haired guy's arm, who had all the piercings. That was their father? …No wonder they all looked so…dark, if that was the type of role-model they had.

"Pleasure to meet ya' Will!" Steve exclaimed amiably as he thrust out his hand for the other man to shake. William stared at the pro-offered hand for a moment longer than made Steve comfortable, before reaching and shaking the man's hand, after disentangling himself from his bright(er)ly-colored wife.

"Oh no! The pleasure is all mine!" he exclaimed, a large grin appearing on his face, seemingly uncharacteristic to his dark appearance. Steve seemed to deflate in relief at the man's pleasantness and immediately the two of them were talking like old college buddies. The two wives watched on fondly, while the youths stood around behind them stiffly, though Anita had pulled out a nail file and was filing her nails (which were black) and was chewing gum.

Suddenly, Jean looked up and seemed confused by something, causing everyone, sans the two men to glance over at her.

"Wait,…I thought you had two daughters, Karen, where's the other one?" Jean asked confused, wondering if they had somehow forgotten the last child, though that seemed extremely unlikely.

"Oh!" Karen suddenly remembered something (spoke to soon), "That would be Zarita, she dashed off right before you came, said she'd look around on her own, can't do a thing with that one-she's my youngest, you know-always running off somewhere and getting into things," Karen sighed in exasperation, "we won't need to wait up for her, she's the one with a good sense of direction and has money and a map, she'll be just fine." She assured Jean with a half-smile.

"Well…if you're sure…" Jean replied before her husband and William butted in.

"Come on guys," Steve exclaimed, grabbing his wife's arm through his, William doing the same, though less energetically/more politely than Steve, with Karen, "we're going to show them the mall and some of the other sites before we have to head home!"

And with that, they were off, leaving Tom and the other children (if you could call the that) to follow them. Tom blinked as the three others walked by him, practically ignoring him, and made to follow the adults. The normal Tom felt the need to interact with them, even though they seemed less than interested.

"Hey!" he said cheerfully as they made it out of the airport and waited (Steve had rented a van to accommodate all of the people, even though they were staying in a hotel), "I'm Tom, mom said you guys are from Canada, is that true?" he asked, but was ignored by the twins and Abele was busy lighting up his cigarette. Tom waited, and Abele blew out a long stream of smoke, eying Tom who was staring between him and his siblings.

"Yeah, we're from Canada," Abele replied, but the strange way he said Canada made Tom think he was mocking him, that he was naïve to some really important fact. But, he wouldn't let it bother him, he had to make a good impression, and maybe get some…new recruits.

"That's cool," Tom replied with a cheerful smile, though inside he was displaying a sly, scheming grin.

"Hey!" he exclaimed, suddenly changing the subject, and causing Zachary, Anita and Abele to look at him with dark, vacant and irritated (respectively) expressions, "Ever heard of a group called the "Sharing"?"

So there's Chapter One! I hope you enjoyed, if not...well, that's a shame, but no skin off my back (god that's such an old term in'it?)