The second time he woke up, he found he wasn't tied down. His wrists and ankles were free from the leather strappings and he could sit up. He was still in the same room as before, so that was good. Maybe.

Jeff swung his legs over the side of the bed and dropped down. He legs felt heavy. How long had he been out for?

He looked around, walking to a wall and pressing his hands against it. He was looking for another door way, a secret pressure plate if there was one. That was something Emma taught him, in high security places like this, there was always bound to be more than one entrace to a room. He felt along the walls, moving slowly and reaching where his arms would allow.

He needed to get out of this room and find his sister. That much he knew.

There was a hiss and he whipped around, glaring when he saw Tom walk in and close the door behind him. He was carrying a folder under his arm and he arched an eyebrow at the boy.

"You watch too many spy movies kid. You think every place can afford to have secret passages in and out of rooms?" He slid into and chair at the metal table in the middle of the room. He motioned for Jeff to do the same.

Jeff remined where he was for a second before slowly making his way over and slipping into the other empty chair. He didn't like Tom. That was official.

"I thought you said you were helping us," Jeff scowled at him, his ever present grin seeming to never exist as he glared at the man across from him.

"Oh I am. Believe me I am," Tom said as he thumbed through the folder, reading over something Jeff couldn't see before closing it and setting it on the table top. Jeff made no move to take it.

"How is any of this suppose to be helping us? You kidnapped me and my sister. You tied us down!" He grit his teeth, clenching his fists beneath the table until his knuckles cracked and turned white.

Tom kept his exterior cool, looking the boy over for a moment before leaning back in the chair.

"I get you don't understand what's going on. What's been going on. But before I try and explain all that I wanted to ask you something."

"What?"

The agent casually tapped his fingers against the folder, the sounds muffled from the thick contents of the manilla surface.

"What would you do if I told you I know who your father is?"

He watched as the boy's expression shifted from anger to surpise and then to dumbfounded, shaking his head as if denying his statement.

"Our father?"

"Yes. Your biological father. You know, the one who gave you and your sister half his DNA."

"How could you possible know that?"

Tom faked confusion and then sympathy, tilting his head as he sighed. "Did they not tell you?"

"Tell me what?"

Hoff sighed and shook his head. "They did more than just tie you down, Jeff. Now, don't be mad. You won't be helping anyone if you're upset. But we drew blood from you and your sister-"

"You did what?!" Jeff shot up, eyes filled with rage as he bared his teeth.

Tom raised his hands. "Calm down! I told you, you aren't helping anyone if you're angry." He waited a moment before Jeff sat down again, fists now on the table and ready to swing should he need to.

"As I was saying; We drew blood from you two and ran it against men in our systems. It was a hunch really! There was a ninety-nine percent chance none would be a match!" He shrugged before straightening his shoulders and looking at the boy. "However, there was." He flickered his eyes to the folder then back to the teen. "You can finally find out who he is." He leaned over the table and intertwined his fingers. "I'm sure after fourteen years of never knowing this would come as a relief."

Jeff was staring at the folder with wide eyes, still as a statue as what Tom told him churned his thoughts over. The identity of his and his sister's father was just beneath the front of the manilla folder. He could see what had to be hundreds of papers-a lot of information on their father.

Was that good?

Was that bad?

"Is that why we're here?" He asked quietly, never taking his eyes off the manilla folder.

"It is," Tom replied with a nod. "If you decide to read what's in there, you'll find out that not every dad is a firefighter, or a doctor, or a cop. Some dads turn out to be murderers.."

Jeff lift his eyes and sat back, brows furrowing in confusion. "O-Our dad is a murderer?"

Tom combined his fingers again and sighed through his nose. Inside though he was grinning like an idiot at how easy he was able to play the boy in front of him. These kids had to be idiots. Just like their father.

"Jeff, your father is a serial killer wanted across the entire country. He is single handidly responsible for the deaths of hundreds. Men, women, children alike. Kids like you and your sister, Jeff."

The teenager was frozen in his place, taking in the information but having no idea what to do with it. How was someone suppose to react in this situation?

"That's why we're protecting you because the recent activity in your town gives us the impression that he's looking for you two. You and Emma could be in serious danger and the only way we could protect you was by bringing you here."

"Where exactly are we?" Jeff asked, trembling in his seat. His voice cracked more than he wanted it to.

"I can't give away a specific address. But you're with the SCP."

"SCP?" Jeff cocked an eyebrow.

"We stand for Secure. Contain. Protect. We hunt down monsters like your father, keep them locked up where they should be. We protect normal people like you."

Jeff shifted his eyes away, mullin over his thoughts. "How come I've never heard about you?"

"SCP is a secret government branch that operates...under-the-radar. We only come out when we feel the public is in danger. So technically, we don't exist."

The male twin was silent for a minute.

"When can I see my sister?"

Tom faked being uncomfortable, fighting back a bark of laughter at the boy's question. Too easy. "Well, not that's difficult."

"Difficult?"

"Due to your reactions after regaining consciousness, my superiors feel it necessary you two have some distance from one another."

"NO!" Jeff shot up again, actually startling Tom for a moment. "Of coarse we reacted the way we did! You electrocuted us and we woke tied to beds!" He spat out each word, the green in his eyes almost glowing as he seethed.

Was Tom seeing things or was the whites of Jeff's eyes turning black?

"I need to see my sister. We can't be apart from eachother!" He had to be the lighting and the way he stood. His shoulders hunched and head low, hair hanging in his eyes gave Tom the impression that the whites were darkening.

But still...

Now he was racking his brain for reports of someone with black eyes.

"I'll see what I can do, Jeff. But the men upstairs don't like what they saw. I'll try and convince them that it was my fault, I never explained what was happening to you before bringing you here. You reacted correctly, I agree. I will promise that you will see your sister soon."

That seemed to relieve the boy of all his anger and tension, his shoulders slumping as he dropped back in his chair, head still bowed and hair hanging in his face.

"I just...I just want to see my sister." He sounded defeated. Drained even. Tom noted that Jeff didn't seem like the type to get angry. Never did. He wasn't like his father...

"You will, Jeff. You will." Then Tom stood up out of his chair, left the manilla folder where it was and left.

He had work to do finding a woman with black eyes.


It took a week before he got to see Emma again. How did he know? Because the lights in his rooms were turned off without argument when it was time for bed and were turned back on at what he had to guess was around eight o' clock. It became like clockwork, and he counted seven days before A panel in the wall slid away (He knew it) and Emma was pushed through by another agent before disappearing.

"Emma!" Jeff jumped off his bed and shot towards her, grabbing his sister in a hug and almost lifting her off the ground.

It was all she could do not to break down into tears of relief. After a week of no communications with the other, they were finally a pair again. No one was going to seperate them ever again. They would make sure of it.

"Jeff," Emma said as soon as she was put back on her feet, "we need to get out of here!"

Her brother shook his head. "No! Em, it's not safe out there!"

"What makes you think it's safe in here?" She asked dumbfounded by him. Was he insane? Didn't he understand that they had been drugged and basically kidnapped?

That made him think. Were they really safe in here? Wherever it was they were? What was stopping him from saying that Tom was just lying to them? But, then the question would be why would he be lying in the first place? Unless he knew something...

"I..I don't know. Maybe it is, maybe it isn't. But there's something I need to show you.." He pulled away from her for a moment to grab the manilla folder on the table, shaking it free of the week's worth of dust.

"What's that?"

Jeff's eyes shifted away. "Tom said...that all we had to do was read what's in here and we'd find out who our dad is."

He watched as Emma's eyes widened, the bright robin's egg blue coloring filling with shock and maybe fear.

"Do you think we should?" He asked her.

Emma looked at the folder, then to Jeff, then back to the folder. She wanted to say no, that nothing good would come from it. But something made her stop. Maybe it was the thought of finally knowing who he was, who gave them up all those years ago. What if they found him? Would he be happy? Would he be sorry for leaving them on the orphange steps?

Or would he even care? Would he brush them off again as he once did? And if so, what then?

What would they do?

Emma looked at the folder, then to Jeff, then back to the folder. She took a deep breath and nodded her head. She wanted to know. They both did.

They huddled on his bed and held the folder with one hand each. Then slowly, together as they did everything else, they opened the cover.